SLAVE OWNER

BY HOLLANDER

[ part 6 ]

Knox went down the hall to where his young 13 year-old niece Andrea was tied to the bed, frozen with terror, stripped naked and watched over by a menacing black field hand named Dirk.

Dirk still wore his loose pants, but Andrea could see a bulge in them. When Uncle Knox came into the room, the large black man left, giving her a measure of relief, though not much, since Uncle Knox was naked, and his large cock was at full attention. “Well, little niece,” he said, sipping from a champagne glass, “let me explain the new arrangements since me an mama are married.”

“Uncle Knox,” she whimpered, “please let me go and be nice to me and mommy.”

“Oh, little lass, I’m going to be nice to you,” he sneered. “I’m not going to throw you out for whorin’ in Savannah,” he crowed, then laughed, head thrown back. He approached the bed, and she tried to crawl inside it. “You stupid little wench,” he spat, draining his champagne and setting the glass aside. “You and your pretentious mama don’t have a pot to piss in. All you have is what I’ll give you. And I’ll give you meals and a roof over your head. But in return, you’ll give me what I want, and your mama’s already giving it.”

His face was only a few inches away from hers, but she felt his hand start to stroke her belly. She was both appalled and pleased by it, her first instinct to shrink from it, then, realizing her bonds held her, knowing she couldn’t, she allowed herself to enjoy it. She had heard her mother’s screams, and she asked, in a worried tone, “What’s happening to mama?”

Knox stroked her soft flesh. Though not a beauty, her body was comely enough to arouse his desire. He stroked himself with one hand, while moving his other hand up to stroke her small breast. They were small, cone-like tits, and he flicked and massaged the little nipple, making it rise in spite of the girl’s fear. “Your mama has Uncle Knox bundle in her belly,” he cooed, “but right now, she’s getting raped by one of my big nigger field hands.”

The girl instantly burst into tears and fought against her restraints. “Why would you do that?” she shouted.

He pushed her down, then bent over her. “Would you like that to happen to you?” he asked, leering purposefully at her.

“Nooo!” she screamed, again, bucking at her tight restraints.

“Then you’d better listen to the rules from now on, hadn’t you?” he asked, coyly.

She relaxed for a moment and realized he meant what he said. She’d better listen well, or he’d have that monstrous black sticking his big thing in her girlness. “Yes,” she whispered.

“You are going to take Uncle Knox hard cock into your little pussy everyday until he knows that you are pregnant with his child, then you will still get fucked every day, as I rub your swelling belly, until you deliver me a child, just like the nigger wenches on this plantation,” he said, in a soft voice. Then he leaned close to her ear, “And if you don’t agree, I’ll let the niggers have you.”

She moaned, feeling his hand now slip into her girlness, pushing her legs apart and starting to finger her labia. It was revolting, but it was also pleasure. Her mind reeled from all that was happening. Her uncle was sitting in front of her, showing her the first grown up cock she’d ever seen. It was huge to her eyes. She knew about sex, having heard it all from one of the black servant girls when she lived in her father’s house. It had been a whispered secret, but now she was faced with the prospect of having it done to her. She had taken her clothes off once for the boy who lived next to them in Savannah, and he had showed her his little petey, but it was nothing compared with the size of Uncle Knox. (She didn’t know it, but Knox’ cock was only average in size, which was why he didn’t care for mature women. It was only slightly longer than six inches, even at its most aroused, but for young girls it was the same as the ten-inchers of the field hands were to her mo! ther.)

Andrea could hear her mother screaming again, and she knew now why. She could only imagine what pain she must be in, not to mention the shame. She looked over at the black man leering at her, and she knew her only choice was to give Uncle Knox what he wanted. “Okay, Uncle Knox,” she whispered. “I’ll be good. But please don’t hurt me, and please make the nigger leave the room.”

Knox smiled, turned and motioned Dirk out of the room. Then he turned to his niece and said coyly, “You have nobody in the world to turn to but me. I am in total control, and you will do everything I say, or I’ll turn you over to Dirk and his friends. Do you understand?”

She could barely move her head in assent, but she managed. Then he abruptly left the room. She didn’t understand what was happening, and she lay there whimpering for another fifteen minutes. During that time, she couldn’t control herself, and she peed the bed. As she lay in her own wetness, her mind reeled nearly out of control.

Then the door opened, and Uncle Knox reappeared, his erection still prominent. He was followed by an obviously pregnant young black girl, who didn’t appear any older than her. Uncle Knox led her next to the bed. He looked down. “Oh, you’ve pee-peed in the bed. That’s a naughty girl. You’ll have to be punished.” She didn’t know what that meant, but it had ominous tones to it. He untied her and told her to stand up. She was embarrassed by her nakedness in front of the other girl. “This is Paulette,” Uncle Knox said. “She’s having my baby right now,” he said, and stroked her bulging belly. “This child will be a half-brother or -sister to your baby,” he said, smiling at Andrea. Her horror was apparent on her face. “You see, all the women here have to produce something of worth. Paulette is making either a potential field hand, if it’s a boy, or another breeding slave for me, if it’s a girl.” Andrea’s eyes filled with tears, though she could say nothing as her terror clutched her throat. “You, on the hand, will make either breeding girls for me or boys that I can sell.”

She finally was able to speak. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, my little niece, your job is to make either other young girls for me to breed or boys which I can sell,” he said.

“What do you mean, sell?”

“Well, you see, I know some men in New Orleans who will pay good money for young white boys who they then sell to men all over the world who like to do nasty things with them. It’s not to my liking, but at least I can make a profit off of them.” He didn’t tell her that as soon as her young pussy bored him, he’d turn her over to the field hands too. No sense not getting some good field hands out of her when he was done with her.

“My god, Uncle Knox!” she shrieked. “You’re a monster!”

He slapped her so hard that she went over backwards onto the bed, bounced off and fell into a crying heap on the floor. He stood over her and said, “You’re right, little girl. And now your nightmare is about to start.” He turned to Paulette, who was totally confused by all of this, not understanding more than one word out of ten as she was just beginning to understand the white tongue. He pulled her close to the bed, then looked down at his niece, crying on the floor. “Get up, little wench, and undress Paulette.” She hesitated for only a moment, but it brought a solid slap across her butt, and she jumped up, terrified of his anger.

She slowly undressed the sheer blouse the black girl was wearing. Paulette had nothing on underneath, and her shiny black breasts were swollen with her pregnancy. Her belly protruded out over the top of the skirt she wore, not as large as it would be, but obviously holding her baby. Andrea hooked her fingers into either side of the black girl’s skirt and slid it down her slender thighs, revealing her hairless black pussy. At that, her uncle laid the girl back so that her hips were on the bed, but her legs hung down to the floor. “Your punishment for wetting the bed will be licking Paulette’s pussy until she comes,” he said. “Now stick your tongue in her pussy and start licking her. And if you don’t start right now, your punishment will be a lot worse.”

The girl felt almost nauseated with revulsion to so touch a nigger, but she feared her uncle greatly. The nigger’s legs were spread, as if she knew what was coming, and Andrea slowly positioned her head between the ebony legs. She hated the smells coming from the black girl, but she took a deep breath and pushed her tongue between the lips of the slave’s pussy. The servant girl who’d told her all about sex had described men doing this to women, but never a woman to a woman. Her tongue penetrated the lips of Paulette’s pussy, and she tasted the black girl’s moisture already coming out of her fuck hole in anticipation of what she was about to receive. To her horror, the black girl grabbed hold of the white girl’s head and pressed her young cunt hard against the tongue she knew would give her pleasure. She began using the white girl’s head for her pleasure, rubbing her pussy up and down the girl’s face. Sometimes the tongue was in her channel, sometimes it was rubbing her clit. She loved raising up to look down and see the blond head rubbing between her black thighs. Only black girls had done this to her before, and she loved the color difference. She moaned as she built to her pleasure.

Andrea felt that she would vomit. The black girl was using her like an instrument of her pleasure. She was moaning and sighing, while rubbing Andrea’s face up and down her smelly pussy. But Andrea kept her tongue out, as instructed, and she felt it alternately rubbing the black girl’s button and sticking into her hole. Paulette was producing large amounts of pussy juice, and it began to drip off Andrea’s chin. Then suddenly, the black girl’s thighs gripped the sides of Andrea’s head so tightly that her hearing was muffled. But even with that, she could hear the near scream of pleasure the black girl let out, in words Andrea didn’t understand, other than that she knew they were of pleasure. The black girl continued to rub her pussy hard against Andrea’s face, and the pussy juice flowed from her cunt, running off Andrea’s chin and down the crack of the black girl’s ass.

Finally, after she felt she would be smothered between the black girl’s thighs, with her face buried in the young girl’s crack, the thighs released her, and she pulled her head out quickly to gulp air. The slave’s wet pussy was still wide open for all to see, and Andrea couldn’t believe she’d just licked a nigger slave. Then she heard the voice of her uncle behind her. “Well, not bad for a spoiled white girl. You made Paulette feel pretty good. Now I want you to switch positions with her.”

He forced his niece onto the bed in the same position Paulette had been in, then, through motions and positioning, made it clear to Paulette that she was to start licking the white girl’s pussy. She, being conditioned now to do whatever master said, immediately stuck her face into the white girl’s equally hairless pussy. She began to hungrily lick her, feeling grateful for the orgasm the white girl had given her.

Andrea tried to get away, but Uncle Knox held her firmly on the bed. The cream-coffee colored black slave began to eagerly lick her girlness, spreading its lips and diving her tongue deep into her virgin hole, actually touching and pushing her hymen. She screamed in rage and tried to shift her hips to get the vile tongue out of her, but just as her uncle was holding down her torso, the black girl was holding her thighs tightly, and continued to invade her channel with her tongue. Then she moved it up and began to lick Andrea’s clit. The sensation was immediate and as powerful as anything she’d ever felt. She screamed again, but not in pain, just surprise at the feelings going through her body. Involuntarily, her pussy began to produce its juice, and her spine began to tingle as she arched her back. Suddenly, without warning, she was engulfed in a wave of pleasure she’d never known. The black girl continued to lick the white girl’s clit, as she’d been taught, and the girl came over and over.

After what seemed and eternity, the black girl finally removed her tongue, and Andrea’s spasms ceased, though she was temporarily sorry they had. She’d never felt anything like that. But she was about to have another sensation she’d never had.

Even as her orgasm faded, she was suddenly full-length on the bed, her bottom resting in her own pee, and her legs were wrenched apart. Then suddenly the head of that terrible cock was pressing at the opening of her now sopping hole. She was so wet, that the thing began slipping in instantly. Her tiny pussy was suddenly stretched to the point that she screamed involuntarily in pain like she’d never known.

Knox shoved it in hard, ripping through her membrane on the initial stroke. He was so aroused after watching the two girls eat each other, that he knew he had to get it inside her or waste his load. His dick slammed against her cervix and she screamed in abject pain. She was near to fainting, he knew, so he pushed in and out quickly, thanks to her juicy pussy. It was tight as a glove, but sopping wet. And in three strokes, he shot a hot load of his potent baby-making juice directly against the 13 year-old’s cervix. He knew enough would be in her womb shortly to get her pregnant if she was ovulating. And if not now, he had time.

He pulled out of his now-sobbing niece, noting the mixture of blood, cunt juice and cum on his still hard dick. The girl went into a fetal position, one hand holding her smarting slit. She was crying inconsolably, but he knew she could hear him as he whispered to her, “Get a little rest, little girl. After you’ve had a chance to recover a little, I’ll be back to rape you several more times tonight.” Her eyes opened in terror, and she put her hands over her face.

He got off the bed and told Paulette, who’d watched a scene similar to her first rape by master, to get dressed. But he didn’t. His erection, despite his ejaculation, was still up and ready to go down the hall to see his other niece, 11 year-old Ginny.