Perverts 'R' Us

Daisy - Part 1

By Loki925 ( M/g, nc, ir, pedo )

This story is totally fictitious and does not resemble anyone or anything in reality, whatever that is.

The year was 1862. The Civil War had been raging for one year, but that made little difference to John Williams. John was a cruel plantation owner and slave trader. He knew the South was ill-equipped to fight a protracted war against the North.

However he put on huge airs that he supported the Cause while converting much of his assets to gold and depositing that gold in large banks in England. The only thing John did not convert to cash was his plantation.

Unlike most plantation owners, John did not grow cotton. He grew tobacco, raised cattle, chickens, and grew corn to feed the livestock. And with the war raging, John was raking in a second fortune from the sale of beef to the Confederate Army.

John, knowing that some day Confederate money would be worthless, accepted only silver or gold for the cattle he sold. And to make even larger profits, he worked his slaves ten hours a day.

He would have worked them longer, but he knew there was a point of diminishing returns for each hour after ten. Plus, when it got dark, there was the cost of coal oil for the lamps to be considered and the inherent danger the lamps posed.

He fed the male slaves only what was necessary for their survival and to keep them strong enough to work, but he saw the female slaves as breeder cattle and fed them much better until they were no longer suitable for breeding. After that they were starved, unless they had some other useful talent.

He for the most part kept the female and male slaves separate. He would keep charts on each one of his female slaves and when they were in estrus he would breed them to the male slaves much like he bred cattle. Only lighter-skinned males were selected to breed.

He had two reasons for keeping the females separate from the males. The first was that he loved to rape young female slaves. The second reason was to produce lighter-skinned offspring. Lighter skinned Darkies fetched a higher price at auction and he preferred light brown cunts for his own use.

He would rape the girls when they reached a certain height and weight. Normally this was when the slave turned seven years old. He would keep the same girl until another suitable girl reached the proper height and weight.

Daisy, although she did not know it, had just turned seven years old. She was now four feet tall and weighed 53 pounds. She was standing in the middle of one of the many hen houses. Her rich, light-brown skin glistened with sweat as she collected the eggs the hens had just laid.

Her kinky black hair was cut short. She was wearing a worn, patched brown dress and was barefoot. Carefully she reached into each nest, removed any eggs that she found and put them into a straw basket.

When the basket was full, she would take it to the candling hut, where another slave would hold each egg up to the light of a candle. For Daisy this day was like any other. She worked hard every day from sun-up to well after dark.

She lived in a small wooden shack with her mother, four-year-old brother, and newborn baby sister. She put another egg into the basket and noticed it was full. She carried the basket to the candling hut, put it down and picked up an empty basket.

She was on her way back to the hen house when she heard, "You girl, come here."

Daisy froze in her tracks, turned and saw one of the overseers standing there with a large whip in his hand. "Yes master," she fearfully answered and started walking toward the overseer.

"Leave the basket, you stupid nigger."

Daisy dropped the basket and quickened her pace. She followed the overseer to the back of the main house. She was taken into the kitchen and was told to wait there. In the kitchen she saw two white women busily preparing lunch. They ignored the girl.

John, fearing one of his slaves might poison him, hired white help to prepare his meals. For the rest of the household chores he used slaves. But there was one other position where John used white help and that was the position of overseer for his house.

The overseer's traditional job was to make sure the household ran smoothly and the house was kept clean. But his overseer's primary job was to make sure all the little girls John raped were cleaned up and ready for another session with him.

His old overseer of many years had recently died and it took John several months to find a suitable replacement. His new overseer's name was Nancy Hardgrave. Nancy was a middle-aged woman whose husband had recently died in the war.

But that was not who Nancy truly was. Nancy, whose real name was Greta Stapleton, was a devout Quaker who worked with the Underground Railroad, helping escaped slaves find their way North. Nancy took the job of overseer in spite of the advice she had received from several of her fellow workers and friends.

She had heard how cruel John Williams was from other escaped slaves who had once worked on his plantation. They had been sold off to other owners before they escaped. She was determined to help some of his slaves escape too. But to this day, no slave had ever escaped from the wicked John Williams' plantation and lived to tell about it. Nancy/Greta hoped with the grace of God to change that.

Daisy fidgeted as she waited. She had no idea why she had been taken to the master's house. But from what she had heard from the other female slaves, she knew that whatever it was it could not be good.

She heard that the master did terrible things to small girls like her. What those things were, no one would say.

Nancy/Greta walked into the kitchen and said, "Girl, follow me and don't touch anything."

"Yes mistress," Daisy answered and followed the female overseer. As she left the kitchen and walked into the house she was dazzled by things she did not know even existed - furniture with deep polished wood, statues of naked women, strange paintings of fruits she did not recognize, chandeliers, and indiscernible other rare items and baubles.

As Nancy/Greta led the small black girl to the washroom, she wished she could take her into her arms, run out of the house and lead the small child to freedom. But she knew she had to wait, for all was not ready and in place yet.

However, in two days' time, everything would be ready. The woman hoped to take ten slaves including Daisy to freedom. The trip would be fraught with danger, but she was ready for it. Even if it cost her life to free one slave, it would be worth it.

Daisy removed her dress as she was told to do. She stood still as she was washed from head to toe. The soap and water cooled her small, sweaty body. She also noticed that unlike the lye soap she was used to, this soap did not burn her skin and it smelled like flowers.

When Nancy/Greta finished washing and drying the small black child, she made sure the girl relieved herself. After the girl pissed, she washed her small vagina with a warm, soft washcloth.

Next came the hardest part of her job. She led the young girl to a small room next to John Williams' bedroom. There she would have to strap the poor girl down spread-eagle, serving her up to be raped again and again.

Daisy did not struggle as she was strapped down onto a polished, hard wooden platform. She was just thankful that her bonds were not too tight. As the mistress left the room, Daisy, lying there bound and gagged with her small legs tied down wide open, knew what would happen next. Tears rolled off her cheeks and onto the polished surface of the table.

Nancy/Greta informed Mr. Williams that the new girl was ready for him. When he thanked her she went to her room, knelt down, cried, and prayed.

John walked upstairs, entered his private rape room and looked at the small bound and gagged black girl ready to be fucked. He smiled. Daisy watched as her white master got undressed.

His skin looked very milky white and pale. She was already afraid but when he removed his pants and underwear she saw his erect cock and she screamed. John heard her muffled screams and smiled.

He approached the small bound black girl. With his fingers he viciously pulled her thin brown cunt lips wide open. He looked at her moist pink interior and saw her small hymen ready to be smashed. Satisfied he smiled.

With two fingers he kept her brown cunt lips open. He put the head of his cock to the small pink opening and ruthlessly slammed the full length of his six-inch cock into her un-tarnished cunt.

When he felt his balls slap against her small ass, he looked into the little black girl's brown shocked eyes and smiled.

In her short life, Daisy had never felt so much pain. She tried to scream, but she was already screamed out. The only thing she could do was grit her teeth as her cruel master's cock continued to slice into her small cunt.

John totally enjoyed how the small girl's cunt squeezed his cock trying to dislodge the foreign object. He fucked her slowly and purposefully, enjoying each cock-strangling inch of her small cunt.

He brutally pinched the girl's small, tender, flat-brown nipples. He twisted them until they turned a bright pink.

Daisy went beyond her endurance. She felt something hot pumping deep into her small sex. She groaned, closed her eyes, and passed out.

John yanked his cum and blood-slick cock out of the small black girl's cunt. He wickedly smiled as he saw her destined hole leaking blood and cum. He wiped his cock on the raped girl's smooth leg. He stretched his arms, took one last look at his latest fuck toy, smiled, dressed and went downstairs to eat his lunch.

John would rape the girl every morning before breakfast, each afternoon before lunch, every evening before dinner, and just before he went to bed. He would continue to rape the girl until the next young girl reached the proper height and weight. What he did not know was that his new overseer had other plans for the girl in two more short days.

Two days later, close to midnight:

It was a moonless night, perfectly fitting into Greta's plans. With her key, she opened the small room that Daisy was in. Quietly she walked over to the hard platform that Daisy was sleeping on.

Softly she put her hand over the girl's mouth. Daisy opened her eyes and screamed. Then she heard, "Easy child easy, everything will be fine soon."

Daisy stopped screaming and looked up at the mistress. She saw a smile on her face. It was the first time she had seen the mistress smile. Then she heard the woman say, "Come child, we must hurry."

Daisy wanted to ask the mistress why, but she had been taught to only do as she was told. She sat up and scooted off of the platform. The mistress gave her a plain new brown dress and even helped her to put it on, which was strange.

What was even stranger was when the mistress took her hand and led her out of the house. But as they got further and further away from the house, Daisy could not help herself and asked, "Where is we going?"

"Dear child, my name is Greta and we are going North where you will be free."

"Free?" Daisy questioned, not believing what she just heard.

"Yes child, free, but we must hurry."

Daisy beamed with fear and excitement. She moved as fast as her small bare feet could carry her. Not much later, Daisy was lifted into the back of a covered wagon. Inside the wagon, Daisy noticed three older women and their children.

Daisy knew each one of them. They, like her, were slaves. As the wagon moved, no one in the back of the wagon uttered a sound. But Daisy and the others heard the white man who drove the wagon say, "You're late. We will have barely enough time to make it to the safe house."

They heard Greta answer, "I am sorry, I just could not leave her there."

Daisy and the other slaves knew it was her that Greta was talking about. The older women clutching their children looked at Daisy. Even though it was very dark in the back of the wagon, Daisy could tell that she was being looked at with hostility. She understood that she had reduced the chance of escape for the others, although it was not her fault.

As the wagon continued down the road, feeling unwanted, Daisy curled herself up into a ball and made herself as small as possible.

Several hours later and just before the sun rose, the covered wagon pulled into a barn. Daisy and the other slaves got out of the wagon and were led to a trap door. Under the barn was a small room. While the room would be cramped, it would be safe for the seven days they would stay in the secret room.

Ordinarily they would only spend one day at each stop on the Underground Railroad. However there was some uncertainty about whether the farmer at the next stop was reliable. Until the others were sure about the man, they would not entrust any more of the escaped slaves to his protection.

Stopping before continuing the journey was a prudent move. But what Greta and the others did not know was that they were about to become very valuable prey for the escaped slave hunters.

When John Williams entered his special room and saw his new girl was missing he fumed with rage. Seeing that there were only two keys to the room he already knew his new overseer had betrayed him.

He decided that it would be the last time that any deceitful Northern scum ever meddled in his affairs. He put out an alert for his missing slaves. He posted a bounty of $100 in gold on each slave returned, dead or alive. He also posted a bounty of $500 in gold for one Nancy Hardgrave, Northern spy, also dead or alive.

He intended to hang the dead slaves' bodies where all the other slaves could see them as their corpses were picked clean to the bone by the crows. The reward money and the slaves meant little to him but he would not tolerate any escape. He knew the dead slaves would set a strong example to any other slave who had any small desire to escape.

Hiding under the barn in the small room, time passed slowly for Daisy and the other slaves. And to make matters worse, they were told that their stay in the room would now last ten days, instead of the original seven they had expected.

What they were not told was the reason for the extra days. With the bounty on the escaped slaves being so high, the original plans to take them North in one group had to be scrapped. The man at the next stop could no longer be trusted, so they would have to bypass his barn. Now instead of going in two groups they would go in four.

The three women and their children would each leave separately, and Daisy would be taken north personally by Greta.

To be continued.

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