SLAVE OWNER

BY HOLLANDER

[ part 5 ]

Martha, Knox’ new sister-in-law-turned-wife, bolted from the table and started to dart from the room, forgetting her two daughters, Knox noted. But he’d prepared for that. As she pulled open the door from the dining room, she ran full into Mantee, one of Knox’ most obedient field hands, a man of darkest color and great strength. He grabbed her full up, careful not to hurt her as his master had ordered. Knox didn’t want his child hurt, but he had little more use for Martha.

The girls, Andrea and Virginia shot out of their chairs as they saw their mother taken into the arms of the large black man. They both screamed, as their mother was doing. But Knox had planned for that as well. Pushing past the struggling Martha and Mantee, two other large black men, Dirk and Foster, both born on the plantation under his father, and like Mantee, given full use of the black wenches, grabbed the young, fairly drunken, but well-dressed young girls and subdued them. Under orders given earlier, Martha was taken to his bedroom and secured to the bed with silk ropes. The girls were each taken to spare bedrooms and secured like wise.

Knox could hear the girls sobbing as he passed their rooms, but he proceeded on to his own bedroom. Martha was lying still, but her breast was heaving from her deep sobs. Knox stood over her. “You said you’d obey me,” he said. “Is that your vow?”

“Oh, Knox,” she sobbed, “what do you want of me and my girls?”

Indeed, he thought. “I want your total obedience, or I cast you out, penniless, to fend for yourselves.”

“You are a heartless bastard,” she spat, and he struck her a stunning blow to the face which silenced her.

“You don’t have a farthing to your name, you’re an ungrateful bitch, and unless you pledge total obedience to me right now, I may do more than simply turn you out, you faithless cow,” he hissed right in her bruised face.

“What do you want of us, Knox,” she said, a small trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth.

“I want your pledge of total obedience,” he said, his face only inches from hers.

She hesitated for a moment, and Knox drew back his hand to strike her again. She spewed the words, “Yes! Yes! I’ll obey!”

He stayed his arm, then smiled evilly at her. “Say, ‘Knox, I will obey whatever you say.’”

She shuddered visibly, then said, “Knox, I will obey whatever you say.”

He stood. “Good,” he said. “Then I’ll tell you what is going to happen here. First, you will never leave this plantation again. Second, you will never speak of what happens here. Third, you will have sex with whomever I say you will. Fourth, I am going to rape Andrea tonight and every night from now on until she produces my child. Then, I will do the same to little Ginny.”

“Oh my god,” she shrieked, “no!”

“Oh yes, Martha,” he smirked. “You and your daughters are now no more than little nigger slaves, and will be treated as such around here. Good night, my darling wife.” Then he turned, motioned to Mantee, and moved away from the bed. The large negro moved to the bed and began tearing off Martha’s fine clothes.

She screamed, “What are you doing?”

He leaned against the wall. “Watching Mantee rape your pregnant white pussy,” he said, a smile on his face.

She struggled against her bonds, her breath coming in gulps, as she felt the rough hands tearing off first her bodice, then her undergarment, revealing her smallish breasts. Then his cruel mouth was on her tits, sucking them painfully, as he pushed her skirts down. She screamed for mercy, but Knox only stood against the wall, watching the scene play out. Mantee got her skirts torn to shreds, revealing her underpants. He wrenched them off in one motion, revealing her furry mound. Her belly was already swelling, revealing her pregnancy, and the big black man rubbed her pregnant belly for luck. Then he put his finger into her writhing pussy and began to massage it, muttering words in his own language meant to soothe the woman as he prepared for sex. Master had revealed the plan to him just the day before, and after Master had gone away, it had only take one touch of his hand to his swollen, 10-inch member to make it spew his seed. He loved to look at the naked white wom! an beneath him. He loved her screams of terror, for he resented all white people other than his master. Now his master had told him that he could rape this white woman any time he wanted to, as long as he didn’t damage the baby in her belly. He knew how to do that.

He untied her, holding her tightly as she struggled. He looped one of the ropes around her neck, then tied it to the headboard. Then he moved her to her knees. “You move too much, you choke to death,” he commanded, while attaching ropes to her ankles and tying them to the footboard.

Martha was all but faint, feeling the rope tight around her neck and the strong hands holding her in a kneeling position. Then she felt his finger in her cunt again, gentle, but probing. She cried out in fear again. “Knox, pleeeeease don’t do this! Pleeeeease!”

“Oh, I won’t do anything to you, dear wife,” he said with a grin. “Mantee and you will do all the work.” She screamed again. “But I wouldn’t try to resist him, dear,” Knox said. “He’s a very powerful and determined man.”

She screamed an unintelligible plea, but then she felt the big black man remove his finger from her now wet pussy. Despite her fear and loathing, she had gotten pleasure from his stimulation, and she realized she was near dripping pussy juice. Then she felt it. The head of his massive cock. And he didn’t wait. She felt it, and then it was in her, thrusting up her channel, filling her to overflowing. She’d had sex for years, not always with Newton, but she’d never had a cock this big. She screamed in pain as it hit her cervix. The big black man held her under her belly so he could leverage deeply into her pussy. He pulled the big shaft out, then rammed it home again, muttering, “Oh, missy, you is the best pussy ever.”

She couldn’t scream anymore. She could only sob in pain and shame. Then she looked up. Feeling the big black cock piston in and out of her pregnant pussy, she saw Knox, his pants off, his dick in his hand, watching her get raped by the big field hand. Her vision blurred with the tears. Then she felt the big black cock shoved deeply into her wet cunt stiffen and enlarge. Then she felt hot cum hit her cervix and the black man grunted and sighed. She’d just been fucked by a field hand.

And then it hit her. An orgasm of her own. Totally involuntary, but an orgasm nonetheless. She milked the big black cock of the seed she so hated. The thought occurred to her in her pleasure, “Thank god I’m already pregnant, or this black bastard would be doing it for me.” She writhed for a moment on the end of the black pole buried in her white pussy, then collapsed on the bed.

“Well,” she heard Knox say, “looks like you and Mantee will get along after all. That’s good, since he’ll be here all night. He needs to get a few things worked out of his system.” Then he walked close to the bed, his own erection standing at attention. “Meanwhile, I shall be down the hall raping Andrea, trying to get her in the same condition as her whore mother.”

He turned to leave the room, Martha’s scream of “God, noooooooooo!” ringing in his ears. But his erection only got bigger thinking of the 13 year-old down the hall.