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Subject: {ASSM} The Plantation 
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Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2015 07:13:05 -0400
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Backwater Plantation
 
    The strife of the War not very  evident in the everyday life of the 
plantation.  The fact that the land is  not very accessible to travelers or 
anyone that isn't wanting to grow  cotton.  No major roads or towns nearby, no 
river traffic, though the  Mississippi River is just a hop and a skip away.  
Well maybe more then one  or two hop and skips.  The small river that runs 
alongside the cotton  fields just able to hold the flat barges with the 
cotton bales, and no up  traffic.  The nearest town of any significance 
Woodville, twenty plus miles  as the crow flies.
    The lazy summer day, blistering hot  with no breeze to cool it down.  
The men rising from the dining  table.  The cold lunch and the cool ice tea a 
light repast  to send  them on their way.  Southern gentlemen, checking to 
make sure that all the  plantations were able to cope with this annoyance of 
the war.  So many men  away serving in a military or civil capacity. 
    Susan standing on the veranda,  wishing the men a safe ride to the next 
house.  The horses raising a dust  as the hard packed dirt is stirred up in 
a "dust devil" from the iron clad hoofs  of the horses.  Pulling a small 
handkerchief from his bosom and waving  it  at the departing men.
Susan's husband one of the men away in distant Richmond,  helping with the 
war effort in a civil capacity.  Much older then Susan's  mid forty age.
    Susan standing on the veranda, her  maid Opah behind her and her 
plantation overseer, Brett, standing to the  side.  The men quickly becoming 
smaller and smaller and just their dust  trail visible now.  Susan, watching the 
only white men she has seen in  months, riding down the long road.  Taking a 
deep breath, her ample bosum  swelling and threatening to spill from the 
low cleavage of her dress.   Stepping back into the shade of the high columned 
shade of the portico, feeling  the heat on her from the exposure of her off 
the shoulder gown.  Not  wanting to have her skin reddened by a burn, or 
even a tan.  The skirt with  the hoop beneath, showing off the material to a 
very nice affect.  Lifting  her skirt and turning to go back into the large 
stone manor house.  Her  maid behind her and the overseer following.
    Susan her long blonde hair and green  eyes complimenting the soft white 
skin.  A small woman of height, just at  5'0" and maybe 105 pounds of soft 
delicate flesh and bone.  Large busted  fro a small woman; but none of the 
men who have seen her display those large  breasts, at least partially have 
complained.  The gentlemen and their  ladies seeing her as strong willed and 
feisty, intelligent and quite a  conversationalist on all forums.  The 
perfect "lady of the  plantation."
    The land has prospered and preserved  even without the guidance of  her 
husband or the white overseer, now long  gone and dead in one of those 
frightful battles.  But with the assistance  of Opah in the house and Brett in 
the fields, the plantation has continued to  produce a bountiful cotton crop. 
 Everyone thought that it would go to  hell, what with just Susan, and her 
bookkeeper Kristin and her slaves to  keep it running.
    Closing the door of the manor on the  outside world, the house windows 
wide, still stifling in the unrelenting  heat.  Stopping in the hallway, 
feeling beads of perspiration  forming under her long hair and at her armpits.  
Reaching behind and  loosening the ties on the back of her gown, then 
slipping the small arm straps  down and sliding the bodice down and then undoing 
the ties to the hoop  skirt and lifting it deftly over her head. 
    Susan, shyly looking around, still  not comfortable with being 
semi-naked in her own house.  Standing in her  short chemise as she slides the 
buttoned shoes from her feet.  The  lady of the manor, now looking so demurr and 
almost innocent in  the plain white undergarment.  Her legs bare, the square 
cut of  the chemise top, showing the much of the lovely swells of Susan's  
breasts. 
    Stepping lightly, heading to the  dining room.  Seeing that Kristin is 
already there and cleaning up the  dishes from the lunch.  Helping her bring 
them to the kitchen out back and  then bringing fresh food to the dining 
table.  Feeling the dirt on her bare  feet, hot to the not yet callused soles 
of her feet.
    Serving wordlessly a plate of cold  chicken and beans and greens and 
then pouring a glass of cold buttermilk.   Then fixing another plate and glass 
and placing them on the table.   Stepping to the side and kneeling down, 
her chemise coming almost to her  knees.  "Will that be all Mistress Opah?"  
Looking at the young black  woman as she enters the dining area.  The 
modified gown clinging to the  black women's curves.  Stepping to the table, 
looking down at Susan and  sitting to enjoy her lunch.  Brett the overseer, in an 
open white button  shirt and tailored trousers and highly polished black 
boots.  Their  demeanor so totally different then when watching the white men 
depart the  property.
    Ignoring Susan as she kneels to the  side of Opah.  The only 
conversation directed to her is when she is sent to  bring back a bottle of wine and 
glasses.  The daily affairs of the  plantation being discussed and solutions 
worked out. 
    Opah finishing her lunch and pushing  back her chair, looking down at 
Susan.  Smiling at the white woman, then  laughing as she looks at the blonde 
bitch.  Opah's blonde bitch.  How  things have changed in the months since 
the master left.  Susan, brought  down by her over confidence.  Believing 
she could handle and run the  plantation.  Now Susan is the serving wench.  
the slave to  Opah. 
    "Come here white gal."  Susan  standing and walking over to Opah.  The 
black woman taking a crop from the  table and slapping it against Susan's 
ass.  the sound of the  crop muffled by the chemise, as Susan squeals in pain 
and surprise.   Brett laughing loudly as a red flush mottles the white 
slaves face.  "Kneel  down my little white bitch.    Susan quickly kneeling in 
front of  the black woman.  "Now take off your slip."  Quickly Susan pulling 
it  over her head.  Kneeling naked in front of the black woman, kneeling 
naked  in front of the black overseer.
    Feeling the crop again smacking on  her ass cheek, the bare flesh 
dimpling and then reddening at the point of  contact.  A shifting of legs as 
Susan, reacts to the blow.  Her hands  hanging at her sides limply.  Opah has 
been training Susan to obey the past  few weeks and the lessons paying off 
with the broken  mistress. 
    "What shall we do with our toy  Brett?  Shall we take her to bed 
tonight, or should I send her down to the  slave quarters to help Kristin please 
our workers."  Laughing loudly as  Susan's eyes open wide in fear and terror. 
 Her body trembling as she  kneels.  Her lips parting, wanting to protest; 
but knowing that words would  not help her situation.
    "Come here Susan."   Brett  looking to Opah and seeing the brief nod of 
her head in answer to his unasked  question.  Susan, obeying meekly and 
walking to Brett.  His chair  scrapping the hardwood floor as he turns it from 
the table.  His big hands  reaching forward.  His thick fingers reaching and 
pinching Susan's  nipples.  Tugging and squeezing the sensitive tips.  His 
hands palming  the full globes of her breasts.  Pulling her closer and then 
bending his  head to suckle on the left nipple then the right.  Gnawing on 
the white  flesh of her breasts.  His hands mashing the soft swell of the 
hanging  breasts.
    Then releasing them he pulls at the  fly of his trousers.  Pulling it 
open and sliding out a sem-erect  cock.  The dark black flesh swelling and 
pulsing as it stiffens more with  each beat of his heart.  Reaching to Susan's 
neck and pulling her down to  him.  Pulling her head to his lap.  Letting 
the pulsing organ stroke  at his warm cheek, then her lips.  "Suck me you 
white whore."  His  words loud in the expansive dining room.  His massive hand 
positioning her  mouth over his cock.  Then pushing it down, the lips 
parting, the fat black  knob stretching her small mouth, her wet lips.   Forcing 
the knob into  her mouth.  Hearing the gasp as it fills her cheeks.  Eyes 
wide, the  full breasts heaving on her chest, swinging as she bends over 
Brett's lap.   The hard nipples brushing his muscular thighs.  His hand knotting 
her hair  in his fingers.  Holding her mouth over the thick knob and shaft.   
Then using her hair to fuck his cock with her mouth.  Pulling her down and  
releasing then pulling again.  Moaning as the mouth sucks his  cock.
    Susan, feeling the cock that she  dreamed of after watching  him piss 
in the fields.  The long thick  snake, hard, pulsing, warm in her mouth.  
Filling it with the nasty black  meat, the taboo cock of a black man in her 
mouth.  And in spite of the pain  of her lips and the rawness of her mouth 
lining and the humiliation of being  used to serve a black man.........in spite 
of all this, feeling pleasure,  feeling her lips sucking now, not just being 
used to fuck the  cock.
    A low moan of humiliation and  pleasure as the cock swells more in her 
mouth.  Saliva slipping from the  sides of her stretched lips.  A froth of 
bubbles around the cock shaft as  it slides in and out of her small mouth.  
His moans of pleasure exciting  her as she sucks the cock of her dreams.  
Mewlling in frustration as he  pulls her head back hard.  The hair taut on her 
scalp, tugging her head off  of his thick cock head.  Eyes looking at the 
long thick cock jealously,  longingly as he holds her face looking at his. 
    The loud sneer as he knows that  Susan's wants more of the cock.  
Denying her as the slick shiney black  banana dances in his lap.  Opah's laugher 
joining his.  Feeling the  hard smack of the crop striking her ass cheek 
again and again.  Susan's  body wiggling; but not trying to escape the blows.   
 "The cunt  is wet,  she wants your black cock, she wants her black master 
fucking her  cunt."  Opah saying the words that Susan is thinking.
    Then Brett releasing the white  woman.  lifting up and pulling down his 
trousers.  The pants around  his ankles now.  Exposing his body from waist 
to ankles.  The thick  muscular legs.  The heavy sack of his balls setting 
on the chair seat as  his legs spread wide.  The long thick cock  extending 
out of the thick  black wiry hair. 
    The black overseer, pulling Susan to  him, as he stands up, bending her 
over and pressing her chest on the  table.  Standing behind her and with 
one bend of his knees, shoving his  thick black cock between  her legs.  The 
thick shaft and fat head,  parting her swollen cunt lips and sliding into her 
slick tunnel with a long loud  groan.  Entwining his fingers in her hair 
again and pulling her head up and  back, as he rams his cock into her from 
behind.  The thick cock pushing her  walls apart as it delves deep into her 
white pussy.  The edge of the table  forcing the air from her as Brett slams 
hard into her ass cheeks with his  body.  Stabbing deep into Susan's womb.  
Making her cry in pain and  pleasure.  Her walls clamping at the cock inside 
of her.  Again and  again pounding in long hard strokes.  The table banging 
on the floor with  each stroke.  The groans of pain and pleasure to moans of 
need as the shaft  slides deep and out deep and out.  Her contractions on 
the cock now  involuntary as her body spasms with release in a short orgasm.   
"Fuck  me, fuck me with your big black cock.  Make me your bitch.  Use my  
cunt and seed me."  Her voice begging now as it has on so many occasions  
since she became the slave.  "Fuck,,,,,,Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk, "  Her body  
clenching at the thick ebony shaft.  trying to milk the cum from his  cock.  
Shaking with a longer orgasm this time, as Brett unmercifully fucks  the white 
cunt.  Taking his frustrations of years and years of being a  slave out on his 
white former owner.  Then grunting loudly and holding his  cock deep in 
Susan.  The hot scalding seed coating her cunt deep at the  entrance to her 
womb.  More strokes spewing more cum into her body,  filling her with black 
seed.
    Susan looking across the table and  seeing Opah watching her, fingers 
working under her dress, small moans coming  from her body.  "I want her 
Brett.  Get over here on your knees  Susan.  Your Mistress needs your mouth."   
Susan, feeling the  wiry hair and the thick cock pulling away from her body 
and pushing herself  upright.  Moving quickly to kneel in front of the young 
black woman.   The woman' her legs spread, skirt pulled high, exposing her 
bare legs and cunt  to Susan.  Her hand cupping the back of Susan's head and 
pulling her face  between her legs.  The thick musk of need rising to meet 
Susan's face as it  is mashed hard between the strong legs.  The wet juices 
already coating the  swollen cunt lips of her black mistress.  Susan's mouth 
opeing and licking  and sucking on the thick lips.  Tasting the nectar 
flowing from the black  cunt.  The wiry pubic hair scratching her face as Opah 
uses the white  woman's face to fuck her black cunt.  Loud groans of pleasure 
filling the  room as Susan works her face into the black pussy.
    "Kristin!  Get over here girl  and lick Susan.  Don't let any of that 
excellent black cum touch the  floor."  Kristin who had been kneeling in a 
corner, scurrying quickly to do  her mistresses' bidding.  Laying on her back 
and crawling under  Susan.  Kristin's mouth and face already slick with the 
leaking skank of  Brett's cum and Susan's creme.  The other white girl, 
being forced to lick  her former employers cunt of the thick black seed, oozing 
from the well used  cunt.
    Opah screaming as she cums on Susan's  face.  Spraying her girl creme 
onto the soft white cheeks and mouth of the  small woman.  Moaning and 
writhing under the now skilled ministrations of  Susan's tongue.  Then rocking 
again as Susan's tongue bites and nibbles on  Opah's 
pearl........................a long thrashing orgasm and Opah, falling  limp on her chair.   Susan 
still licking and tonguing Opah, till the  black woman pushes her away.
    Then both Kristin and Susan, crawl  around the dining room table, 
licking at the drops of Bretts and Opah's  orgasms.  Both white women thinking of 
the night ahead.  Kristin sure  of her fate, as she will become the slave 
pen slut once again.  Susan, not  sure if she will join Kristin enteratining 
the men and women in the slave  cabins, or if she will be the plaything of 
Opah and Brett  again........... both women thinking on the coming night and 
squeezing  their fat leaking cunt lips tight together in  
anticiapation................
         
    
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