Slaves Revolt

Synopsis

Daddy sent Mummy, my sister and me to become virtual slaves for two days as a punishment for our behaviour towards him.

Slaves Revolt

by obohobo

Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF bg NC. Spanking

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

“Daddy isn’t going to relent and let us off, is he Mummy?”

“No Kim, at this late stage I think that is very unlikely.”

“I don’t see why I have to be punished when you were the one to get caught and Sarah is the one that fools around and is nasty to him.”

“You’re not exactly an angel,” Sarah my older sister butted in.

“I don’t see why we couldn’t take his other option and leave. Surely we could find a cheap place to live…”

“I’m not going back to living as a pauper, all the early years of my life were spent scraping a few pennies together and I’m not going back to that again just for two days of virtual punishment. We don’t even know if it is going to be much of a punishment, it’s supposed to be a holiday and even if it isn’t after the two days, we’ll be back here unharmed.”

“And no doubt well and truly virtually fucked,” Sarah prophesised.

“That’s okay for you but I’ve only had one boy.”

“That’s your fault. You could have if you’d put out a bit more.”

“Stop bickering girls. We’re in this together and we’ll have to try and get through it together,” Mother interrupted.

Daddy appeared in the hallway. “Transport’s arrived… and none of your begging will get me to change my mind.” Sullenly we trooped out to the hover coach that would take us to London and the entertainment complex.

The events leading to our predicament probably began a year ago when daddy, at the age of 46, had a serious heart attack and more or less had to retire from work. Up to then he was MD of a multi-million pounds corporation and worked countless hours each day. On doctor’s advice he gave up the post and only stayed on in an advisory capacity. Nevertheless, with the money he earned, investments, share options and the golden handshake he received, we were well into executive class living.

During his recuperation he surfed the net for long periods and must have visited a number of adult sites, although mummy said he had to refrain from sex for a while.

I’ll jump forward to that afternoon a fortnight ago when I came home with him from a shopping trip earlier than we’d said and found Mummy being screwed on the couch by a local delivery boy. Later I found out that the earlier return home time was deliberate because Daddy suspected something was going on, but for Daddy that was the last straw although, oddly it seemed to me, he didn’t say or do anything at the time. Three days later, immediately after breakfast when none of us were dressed, he called us all into his office and gave us the ultimatum.

“Rachel (mother) I doubt if the other afternoon was the first time you’ve been unfaithful to me, in fact I know it isn’t and I have discs which show you meeting other men and boys at various hotels in the last two months so there’s no need to deny it. The discs, the evidence from the man I hired to watch you and from what I saw here the other day, gives me plenty of grounds for divorce and as you know, we had a pre-nuptial agreement that on any parting where you were at fault, you would leave with little more than you came with.” Mother started to argue but he shut her up and then turned on us.

Sarah and you too Kim, have tried to take me for a ride too. Always you demand I buy the best and most expensive things and sulk if I refuse, and you especially, Sarah, have shown little interest in my wellbeing even when I was seriously ill, and indeed, you were overheard to remark that it would he a good thing if I did ‘pop off’. Kim, you did at least show some sympathy for my plight but none of you made the effort or took the trouble to spend a little time with me when I was bedridden and on my own. Had it not been for Molly, our maid, sitting with me in her spare time, I would have been very lonely and depressed and my recovery might have taken longer.”

At this time I felt a tear run down my cheek but I said nothing because I knew what he said was true. Sarah started to deny it but he quickly asked how much time she’d spent with him and how many times she’d even looked in to see how he was. We all knew that Molly looked after him and tended to think he didn’t really need us and in any case, we had our lives to live and that didn’t include nursing an invalid when there was a servant to do it. Actually it wasn’t much different to when he was at work. The long hours he spent at the office meant we saw little of him at home.

“My first thought was to throw the lot of you out with no more than the stuff you have in your rooms. I can do that even to you girls. You already know I’m not your biological father although I have treated you as though you were my daughters and you’ve always called me, Daddy. You’ve not known any other father or even who your real fathers are and I suppose that says quite a lot about your mother. Sarah you were three and Kim, you were only one year old when I took you in and I loved you in those early years, but as you grew up, you became demanding, conniving brats so perhaps if you had to make you own way in the world, you might learn to give more and take less.”

He paused there, knowing we’d think about life outside his luxury environment and knowing from his words, there was an alternative. “During my illness I came across a web site for Dream Holidays and read a report of one by Connie Hellier in which she suffered various punishments and humiliations before finding the love of her life. After finding my wife with a boy, I contacted Dream Holidays and have arranged for you to spend a couple of days there, and two virtual days will seem like two weeks in real time, during which you will be punished and humiliated and be forced to accept the role of being servants. I suggest you visit http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Obohobo/DreamHoliday to find out more about these virtual holidays. I’m not expecting that yours will end with you having a lover in real life, as she seems to have done. Yours will be purely a punishment, largely a corporal punishment, one that will leave no marks or scars but which I hope will make you realise what it is like to be an underdog. Sex will be involved and that shouldn’t be a hardship for Rachel and Sarah, but I doubt whether Kim is as experienced as either of you. Sorry Kim if you are offended by it; they’ve adapted a programme that already exists to involve the three of you. So the choice is yours; either pack your stuff and move out or prepare for a holiday that you won’t like.” With that he walked tiredly from the room.

Later, after having read the story, I protested that I wasn’t an adult and at sixteen and a half, I wouldn’t be allowed on the holiday. Money must have exchanged hands because he quietly replied, “I was able to arrange a dispensation because your mother will be with you.” From what I read of Connie’s story and others on the web site, I doubted she would be able to protect me. All participants are in a little world of their own and do not remember real life while in virtual mode.

Lying naked on the reclining chairs in the complex with the sensors all in place and ready to go, I looked up at the control room window and wondered if Daddy was looking down on us. I suspected he was. Sarah had the same idea but she flipped her fingers at the window and gave him the ‘fuck you’ salute but I didn’t think that a good move as he might have some control over our lives in the scene. With nervous apprehension, I looked at the vacant chairs that alternated with ours and wondered who our partners would be. So far we didn’t have any idea of the scene we’d be part of and our hostesses gave nothing away although one apologised for our partners having been slightly delayed. Later I realised this was all part of the plan.

Perhaps I should have guessed the type of scene when three of the biggest black men I’d ever seen, swaggered into the room. Already naked and with their sensors on, they strode in front of us, their large pricks half hard and projecting outward from their loins. I tried to cover my tits and mound with my hands but the biggest one just laughed and commented that he would shortly see and feel everything I was hiding and made coarse comments on how hard they would fuck us later. Would they fuck us for real or just virtually, I wondered. Either way I could foresee it being a painful experience. A few tears ran unbidden down my face when he reclined in the end chair alongside me and another sat between Sarah and me. Luckily I didn’t have chance to further contemplate what was about to happen as the hostess gave her spiel on the food and toilet arrangements almost word for word the same as for Connie’s Dream Holiday except there was no mention of safe words or of a questionnaire we should have filled in.

“These chairs are your home for the next forty-eight hours and during that time you will need to eat and use the toilet. In your scene, you may be enjoying a banquet or scavenging scraps and drinking dirty water but whatever it is, the actual food you consume will be nutritious, finger food, and the drink is pure spring water. Likewise you may be using a toilet with gold fittings or, more likely with this scene, a hole in the earth, but here you will actually be using that commode there.” We looked across to the low box at the side of the room she indicated. “The virtualisation will create the illusion of the toilet you are using. The control staff will do the necessary mental guidance.” Again I looked up at the control room window and wondered how much controlling Daddy would do.

“This plain featureless room will look different to each of you, especially in the beginning when you are in different locations, and even when you are together, your eyes will see it differently to the others. When you are together you will be able to see and communicate with each other in a seemingly normal way but in fact you will be seeing and talking through the programme and not with speech. In several scenes, as I know you’ve been warned, you ladies will be punished. None of it will be real although it will appear very real in your minds and you will feel the pain just as you would if it happened in reality but at the end of the programme you will return to normal and the scars and welts you saw and felt on your body, will disappear. Certain points in the programme are decision-making points and the choice you make, will alter the direction the scene goes. You will not know when these points occur and the scene will flow as though you had no control over it. For now that is all you need to know. Lie back and relax the programme will start in a few seconds.”

Relax? How could we when she’d just mentioned the scars and welts we’d receive?

******

“Sounds like daddy is shagging the young mulatto girl by the squealing that’s coming from the spare room,” Sarah giggled and we cuddled under the thin sheet. “No doubt mummy will find an excuse to give her bare bum a good switching in the morning if we’re up early enough, we might get to see it.”

“I feel sorry for the poor girl. Daddy orders her to his bed, takes her roughly causing her pain and next morning Mummy welts her for seducing her husband. I don’t think it is fair or right.”

“You’re too soft on them Kim, they’re only nigger slaves. You only just got away with it when you stopped the overseer whipping Mo’s tits. He’d just got them nice and raw and you stepped in and ordered him to stop. Luckily Daddy was in a good mood otherwise you might have received a hiding.”

“Which you would have watched with glee. You’re a bloodthirsty bitch Sarah. The punishment she had was far more than necessary for breaking the china pot.”

“And you just wanted to play Miss Goody-Twoshoes and help to ease the stupid girls pain.”

During our altercation, pictures of the incident flashed through our minds. I saw the Negro woman in her mid twenties, tied to the branch of a live oak and the overseer flogging her back and buttocks with a single tail whip. Her cries were pretty awful then and the whip drew blood in several places but it was only after he’d whipped her large breasts six times and looked like he was going to continue, that I stepped in. Being still a child, that brought a few grins from the white members of our household but Daddy actually allowed it.

After our punishment video scene was over I wondered if Daddy had the control room technicians make me sympathetic to the slaves or if it was part of my natural make-up to befriend the underdog. At home, I was more likely to help hurt things than Sarah was. She tended to gloat when a child or an animal was hurt.

“Sounds like it is all over now so we can get some sleep.” We heard the little girl run crying down the corridor outside our room.

“Aaaaahhh!!! I screamed. Alongside me, Sarah screamed too. In the dim flickering of the nightlight, the room appeared filled with men slaves. Jorg, the one who grabbed me, bore an uncanny resemblance to the huge black man who lay in the chair next to me although at the time, I couldn’t remember any of my real life. I was totally immersed in the scene. With ease he flung me over his shoulder and in doing so, my nightshirt fell over my head leaving all my lower body exposed to the gaze of everyone and my feeble efforts at defending myself by thumping his lower back with my fists, brought a swift hard smack to my bare bottom. I yelled again but I knew better than to continue to fight him. Sarah must have resisted more strongly as I heard her receive several painful slaps and it took two slaves to carry her. In the distance, I heard mother’s voice cursing the slaves and ordering them to free her and how badly she would flog them when she was free again. Several hard sounding spanks and more screams interrupted her monologue. I shouted for daddy but the slaves only laughed. Little did I know they’d knocked him unconscious.

From the tunnel vision of my nightdress, I could only see the back of Jorg’s legs and the ground beneath but from it and the feel of the cooler air on my near naked body, I determined that we were being taken outside to the grass square with the live oaks that were used when whipping slaves. Fear and horror caused my body to tremble uncontrollably as the thought crossed my mind that we might be the ones who would be whipped this time. From the sounds of hysteria and crying around me and from hearing the joyous whoops in slave tongue, I knew something drastic must have happened overnight and we whites, were probably no longer in charge. This was proved correct when I was tipped on to the grass and my nightshirt removed, leaving me totally naked in front of all the slaves, and in line with the similarly naked white overseers and their families.

With the full moon nearing the horizon and the sky lightening in the east, I guessed dawn would soon arrive but already there was sufficient light for me to take in the scene. Black slaves, men and women, strutted around waving single tail whips, belts or switches. At the moment they were more concerned with trussing the men’s wrists and ankles and herding them away from the women. They sat us on the grass in some sort of age order. To my right lay Sarah and several of the older daughters of the overseers and then the mothers and grandmothers, to my left were children younger than me. A few of the older women were free but most had their wrists tied and cloth gags in their mouths to keep them quiet. Sarah, of course, had to shout at the men, which resulted in her being bound and gagged too. “You gonna sit quiet Miss Kim?” the slave asked and I nodded my acquiescence. I couldn’t see I could do anything to escape at that moment; the slaves outnumbered us three or four to one, we were unarmed and didn’t have the muscle power of the blacks.

As the first rays of the sun appeared above the horizon and, apart from the crying of the women, everything was quiet, Jorg took centre stage and in quite fluent language for a slave, explained they had taken over the plantation and had made slaves of us. “The Yankees should be here in the next two or three weeks and then we’ll be free anyway but we’ve no doubt you would use your money and power to continue to subdue us in the way that you have for many years, so we planned this revolt to let you all know what it is like to work on a plantation under the control of whip wielding overseers. You are now our slaves.” The wailing from us girls and women increased but we quietened down a bit when the blacks cracked their whips and told us to shut up.

“When you bring in new slaves,” Jorg went on, “You make sure they know who is boss by welcoming them with a dose of the whip. This is how we will welcome you.” I cried out at the thought but quietened again when threatened with the gag. “The men will be taken to the other end of the ground and left to the tender mercies of the women and after the way you’ve treated them in the past, it will be you who are tender!” Cheers and whoops burst from the blacks. He turned to us. “You older ladies,” and it looked like he included me in that group, “Will also be whipped, the amount we will decide from the way you have ordered punishments for us. The children will be strapped. Afterwards, the same as your menfolk did with our women, you will be bred. Fucked. Time and time again until we think you will conceive and there will be no taking of that drink you have to stop baby making. We’ve had to bear your offspring, now you can bear ours.” Tears ran down my face as the full impact of what he said began to sink in. I was going to be whipped, raped and forced to bear a black or half-breed child. It sounded like we’d have to service several men to make up for the years of breeding our menfolk had done to them. “Take the men away ladies and deal well with them.” I saw the naked men being formed into a line, some even had the start of an erection, Daddy was amongst them looking groggy from a blow to the head from which blood still flowed and for the first time I had a full view of his prick but it was in its flaccid state.

To my surprise Mo spoke with Jorg and both looked at me before she joined the rest of the women herding and whipping the men to where they were to be punished. Afterwards Jorg came to me, “Mo asked that you be treated as a child and just have your arse whopped cos you saved her tits and I’ve agreed to it but you will be treated as an adult when it comes to breeding you with this.” He raised the leg of his shorts and showed me his already stiff prick. My crying renewed but I knew I would be better off than my sister and one or two of the girls who were a little younger than me.

“It will take too long for us to whip you one at a time so my fellow workers are going to help after I have dealt with the bitch mistress who ordered more whippings that anyone else, and most of them were for her pleasure. Rachel,” he dared to call mother by her first name, “You ordered Mo’s flogging, you wanted to see her tits hurt further so now you will find out for yourself, just how much pain the lash gives when it flattens a woman’s breasts and it will be done in front of all of us. String her up.”

Although mother struggled fiercely she was no match for the men who quickly tied her wrists to the rope already in place over the bough of the tree. She even had the strength to protest when they removed the gag. That quickly turned to a horrible gurgling scream as first lash cut into her back and the tip curled under her armpits and bit into her right breast. The welt that appeared was deep and raw and showed clearly in the early morning sunlight. It made me wonder at my thrashing. A second lash cut into her back a little lower and again its tip made its mark in her breast and I saw a drop of blood ooze from it. The sight made be feel sick but I knew Mo had to take many more. Jorg wasted no time in covering mother’s back and arse with a criss-cross pattern of angry red marks. Several times she fainted but they always revived her with water. Perhaps in their eyes she deserved punishment but did it have to be as severe? Would the other ladies be treated as badly?

Mother’s ordeal wasn’t over. Two blacks turned her around so she faced us and I easily foresaw the purpose. Jorg’s first lash caught the underside of both breasts and flattened them. She fainted but Jorg didn’t stop. Lash after lash cut into both tits until they were a one mass of bruised battered flesh. I half tried to intervene as I had with Mo but two strong hands forced me keep sitting.

“Who would like to be the first to breed this cow?” Jorg asked. A burly elderly slave dropped his shorts and waited for mother to be lowered to the grass before opening her thighs and raping her with long hard strokes, heedless of the pain she was in or the pain he caused her.

For the next half hour, I must have been in shock and hardly moved from my place on the grass and watched the horror before me. They started to truss and string up four older women at a time from different boughs and took one of the children and fastened them to the low whipping bench to receive a variable number of strokes with the strap. None of them would sit comfortably for a day or two but my slave standards, the strapping’s weren’t overly cruel but for white girls who’d never been spanked, the pain seemed horrendous and they yelled and cried pitifully. None of the younger ones were raped afterwards but if they’d started to grow tits, then they were considered ready for breeding but Jorg limited the breeding to one each time. The older women were mostly given the standard dozen across their backs and bottoms, much the same as new slaves were treated and they weren’t given with as much power as Mother’s whipping. Nevertheless they were in a great deal of pain especially when they were laid on their backs for the men to fuck them.

Gradually the number of women sitting around me reduced until only four of us were left. Sarah, two girls only slightly younger than me, and me. Sarah they deliberately strung up directly in my vision while the other two were taken to trees further away. “Miss Sarah, you take after your mother and have sent your slaves for unnecessary punishment and like her, you wanted Mo’s tits mutilated like your mother’s are now but it would be a pity to spoil yours for the rest of your life and you’ll need them to suckle our children, but I’m going to make sure they are really sore and I know there are a number of our young men waiting to breed you afterwards. I’ve chosen Sem, who has the biggest prick to do the first fuck and take your maidenhood if you still have it.”

As with mother, he started at her shoulders and allowed the whip to curl around to catch her tits. I don’t think he hit as hard but the welts were deep and showed up lividly against her white skin and, again unlike with mother, when he welted her tits from the front, he only used the end of the whip so the welts were narrower even though they were extremely painful and she fainted several times. They laid her on the grass but before Sem had his way with her, Jorg took me to have a close up look and a feel of her stripes. “I will have no hesitation in striping you like this if you don’t behave like a good slave should and satisfy my demands. For the moment you’ll be just like the other children and have a sore arse but…” He left the rest of the sentence unfinished but I knew what he meant. Sem, his huge prick erect and hard, moved between Sarah’s legs, rubbed his weapon against her slit a few times and then forced it in. When he pulled it back, coated with blood, I knew she’d been a virgin until that moment. Jorg made me watch until Sem shot his seed into her and another ex-slave took his place.

“Your turn Miss Kim.” Jorg picked me up, still weeping and crying, and fastened me to the bench. The belt might not have been considered as painful as the whip but it sure did hurt. Soon I howled and blubbered like a baby but he laid them on quickly so it was over in a short time. To my astonishment, he didn’t rape there and then but left me tied to the bench and stood up. “This one is for my personal use and breeding. The others can be taken any time they are not working but for now take them to the creek to wash. Bring Sarah, Anne and Silvia, two girls younger than me and the daughters of an overseer, to the house afterwards to start working as maids, set the others and the men if they are fit enough, to work in the fields. Ask Mamma if she would mind cooking for us, as I doubt if these will have the skill.” It was quite obvious he was the new boss.

Shortly afterwards I found myself being carried into the house, and laid on the bed in the main bedroom. “Dry your eyes and stop wailing Slave Kimmie, it’s time I made you a woman and started a little piccaninny growing inside you. You only had a mild belting so there’s no need for all the fuss.” In front of me he dropped his shorts and for the first time I saw his erect prick close to. To me it seemed enormous but I knew from watching the rape the other, younger, girls, that it would go into my cunt even if it hurt in doing so. From overheard conversations, I knew that many older women enjoyed the sensation and had been told that the first time was always painful so I steeled myself for the ordeal. “Suck it and cover it with plenty of spit and it will go in easier.” I’d heard of some white women sucking their husband’s prick but to put a black prick in my mouth seemed disgusting. He didn’t give me an option Grabbing my blonde hair, he pulled my face to his manhood and when I squealed he pushed it in and nearly choked me. The taste wasn’t as revolting as I anticipated and I remembered the purpose was to coat this flesh poker with spit to enable it to enter my body with the least amount of pain. He withdrew and then placed his head between my legs and laved my slit until it too was wet and my juices flowed. At least he showed more consideration for my well being than the others did for the girls they bred.

It wasn’t long though, before I felt the head begin to spread my labia and the monster forced its way inside me. It hurt, but it was nothing compared to the strapping, at least not until he came to my hymen and pulled back to break his way fully towards my womb. The pain was sharp as he tore the tissue asunder and started to fuck me with full deep movements. It did ease a little as my opening began to accommodate him and I have to admit I started to enjoy the sensation until he flooded my womb with his seed. For a while he left his prick embedded deeply in my cunt and I knew from watching the breeding of slaves, that was to keep as much of his sperm as close to my egg as possible to give them the best chance of fertilisation. My thoughts went to the possible repercussions in a white community of having a black baby but then I realised that it would only be one of many on this plantation.

“Up now and suck me clean and then go down to the kitchen a bring me something to eat. Afterwards you can start tidying up these bedrooms. Don’t forget you are now a slave and must obey orders that your black masters and mistresses give you.” Although it disgusted me to do so, I did put his messy prick in my mouth and sucked it clean.

My bedroom cleaning was not arduous but my sore and stiff arse muscles made the tasks painful even though I was less badly off than the others. I wondered if I dared to put on one of my dresses but I saw the other girls in the kitchen were naked and I decided it would be foolhardy to risk another hiding when everyone had seen my body in the flesh and I had seen theirs. Only Mamma and Ruby, another black woman in the kitchen, were clothed. Anne and Silvia were working as best they could but Sarah sat sobbing and curled up in a corner. Twice Ruby dragged her to her feet but each time she didn’t have the strength to remain on her feet for more than a few moments. I wanted to comfort her but they didn’t allow me near.

Lunchtime and Jorg returned to the house, much as father did, and I had to serve his meal in the dining room and we slaves ate the leftovers. We’d just cleared the table when Jorg came in and made me bend over it. Expecting another spanking on top of the belting I had earlier, I pleaded with him to spare me but he grinned and commented that my arse was nearly as black as his. His intentions became clearer when I heard his shorts fall to the floor and felt his prick stab at my entrance. In front of the others and with Mamma’s encouragement his large weapon forced open my still tender hole and he fucked me again until he filled me with his sperm for a second time.

As he seemed in a good mood after fucking me like a dog, I pleaded with him to allow me to tend to Sarah. “She’s useless as she is and won’t get better if nothing is done to aid her recovery.”

“Put her in a cot in the slaves basement and put cream on her. Mamma knows what to use. We’ve had to use it often enough. Get back here quickly, no hanging about cuddling and crying with her.”

Sarah wasn’t overly receptive to my endeavours and complained bitterly over the unfairness of her treatment but I ignored her comments and almost silently helped her to the rough looking bed and gently rubbed the cream into her welts.

The first part of the afternoon I spent going through stuff in daddy’s office and reading various documents to Jorg because his reading ability was limited. By four o’clock he’d had enough of that and ordered me to bring his bag and follow him into the fields to see how the other slaves were working. I pleaded to be allowed to wear a dress as I would get burned in the sun but he refused. “If I sees that you’re getting burned then I’ll allow a dress but until then you’ll go naked like the others. You can get some shoes though because of the spiky plants that grow in some places. Your feet will harden up later like ours.” Fortunately the fiercest heat had gone and I followed a step behind him like I’d seen slave girls follow daddy.

Mother lay semi conscious on the grass, and some of the wives were trying to weed but I could see they were near to collapse, so could Jorg and he ordered them to the creek. Their backs looked a terrible mess, and mother’s breasts were swollen and blue. She hardly recognised me.

We went over to where the men were working, if barely being able to stand could be construed as working. Their whippings had been particularly severe and all those I saw, included whipping their pricks and balls. It was obvious they wouldn’t be using them for a long while, if ever. With Mo in charge, the women certainly had exacted a heavy retribution for the treatment they’d had from their erstwhile masters. They too were ordered to the creek and we followed. Daddy had to be helped by two of the younger men and I cried when I saw the pain he was in but I wasn’t allowed to go to him or offer any sympathy.

Some of the women had emerged from the creek by the time we arrived and several of the younger ones were being bred. Mother sat in the water so that it covered their tits in an effort to reduce the fire and other women supported her in case she fainted and drowned. We turned away but not before mother saw me and gave me a look of pure hatred when I waded in and stood next to her. She tried to speak but her voice was too hoarse for words to come out. On Jorg’s orders, I returned to the house and helped Mamma prepare the evening meal.

Mo and Clemma, an old woman thought by many to be a witchdoctor, arrived carrying a bunch of weeds and I was set the job of chopping them into small pieces and grinding them to a paste in a large, stone pestle and mortar. The friendly old woman chatted as we prepared the mixture and I learned it was a powerful drug that would help reduce the pain enough for the new slaves to sleep that night so they might work better in the morning. Once we had the leaves reduced to a thick green pulp, she added alcohol, covered it and let it steep for an hour or so. I got on well with Clemma and asked questions about what she was doing but I could tell she was wary of telling me all the secrets of the concoction.

We fed our masters and mistresses and Anne, Silvia and I ate the left-overs which was enough and while the other two girls cleaned the dishes, I helped Clemma to strain the liquor and decant it into a brown bottle. “Put your finger in it Missie and taste it,” the old woman suggested. Knowing what she’d already told me, I pushed my finger deeply in the liquid and sucked it. Immediately I felt light headed and euphoric and shortly the pain in my arse eased. It was powerful medicine. The other two white girls had a taste too, and I asked to be allowed to take some to Sarah. “All the girls will get some, Missie because to men will want to breed them tonight and it will be less noisy if they aren’t wailing and screaming with pain.”

Once more I put on shoes and followed the path to the slaves quarters and I acted as a nursemaid. We only gave each woman less than half a teaspoonful but it seemed to work wonders. Earlier Sarah had a little more and dropped off to sleep but the others were only a bit drowsy. I managed to lick a little when some overflowed the spoon but Clemma chided me, “You’d better not fall asleep when Jorg wants you later otherwise you may need the whole bottle full. I knew what she was hinting.

Three parts of the bottle were gone by the time we’d seen all the women including those that were living in the three houses previously occupied by the overseers. “What about the men?” I asked.

“They’ll have to make do with half measures, they haven’t to keep anyone happy tonight.”

Two burly black men accompanied us to the men’s building but there was no trouble although many resented my being there and seeing their mutilated bodies. I was forced to look on when Clemma inspected their welts and genitals. All were swollen and badly bruised and some were badly cut. Daddy’s was almost unrecognisable. I did manage to give him nearly a full measure of the drug but there wasn’t enough for all the men so we concentrated on the younger ones so they’d be fit for work sooner.

I left the hut and cried on the way back to the house. My pent up emotions at seeing the pain my friends and others were in, was held in check while in nurse mode but now the burst forth. Surprisingly Clemma, the old woman who I’d not really known much about before that evening, put her arms around me and held me silently for several minutes until I began to compose myself and we returned to the house.

Sem lay with Anne underneath him on the bed in what was my room when I passed. Another naked black man stood waiting his turn and I knew tonight would be another breeding orgy for all the white women. I was lucky in that Jorg had taken me as his own, and I knew I would have to please him to keep it that way.

“Ah there you are. We were beginning to think you’d got waylaid. Get in with Jorg and open your legs real wide and let him fill you with another load of juice to make sure you get with baby,” Mo called out as I made my way to the master bedroom. She crawled in with me and held my ankles wide apart and forced my knees outside my shoulders. This put a great strain on my bottom muscles but put my cunt in a position where Jorg could penetrate me to the full extent of his prick. He did and for the third time that day he fucked me. Probably because of his earlier sessions, it took him longer to ejaculate and this time I climaxed and began to understand what some woman had said about enjoying being fucked.

“Okay little blonde white girl, you’ve had your fun with Jorg and taken what should be mine, now you must service me. Turn around on the bed and use that tongue of yours to give me pleasure. I’m sure you did that with Sarah.” I hadn’t but I’d seen it done by our erstwhile slaves. I stretched myself along Mo’s body and, after some hesitation because of the musky smell, I buried my head between her thighs.

“Smack, smack!” “Get that tongue of yours working and suck my clitty,” Mo reinforced her words with two more smacks to my tender bum. I did and must have been successful because her body started to hump my face. Minutes later my legs were spread and Mo’s tongue invaded my cunt and Jorg’s fingers rubbed my arse. Eventually we went to sleep in that position.

Sarah wasn’t much improved when I went to fetch her for kitchen duty next morning. I’d missed my morning fuck because Mo had claimed his prick but I was forced to clean both of them afterwards. They laughingly told me that it was a slave’s duty to keep their master and mistress clean in that region. I wondered if Daddy made the maids clean him like that too. I suspected that he did.

Two men were in bed with her when I entered the room. Fortunately they were sated so I was able to get her up and help her to the kitchen. She looked haggard and old but could stand for short periods even though she didn’t dare sit on the wooden chairs. Clemma inspected her and told me to put more cream on and then to get back to preparing the grits for breakfast.

I think the video technicians must have fast forwarded the next few days as I only remembered glimpses or vignettes of scenes but I know I was worked hard cleaning the house, doing the washing and servicing Jorg and Mo. Sarah improved enough to do a little light work but she was constantly in pain, even so she had to service several men each day and didn’t take kindly to me being relatively pain free and only being fucked by Jorg. I guessed though, I would now be carrying his baby.

Each evening saw me in my nurse’s role under Clemma’s supervision, making a concoction of fat and herbs to rub into the worst of the new slaves’ welts. Mother could still barely walk but most of the other girls weren’t too badly off and were able to work. The men were far more severely welted and I had to gently massage the fat salve into the raw flesh of their backs and bottoms as well as around their pricks and balls. At first I was rather shy of touching them there, especially daddy, but I got used to it and only the younger lads whose organs weren’t so badly mutilated, started to get an erection. Clemma made me attend to each one while she looked on and gave advice. In a way I felt like an apprentice to her and we became friends.

My world fell apart on the fourth morning. Jorg had gone to the fields when Sem ordered me to his bed. “No,” I cried out, “I’m only for Jorg.”

“Get on that bed slave.” He didn’t shout but his voice held menace. Again I said, “No, I’m only for Jorg.”

“Missy, you do as you’re told when you’re told otherwise, it’s a whupping.” I tried to shy away but he caught me and carried me through the kitchen.

My appeal to Mamma only brought a sad, “Jorg said he’d finished seeding you and others were free to fuck you like any other slave. You mustn’t refuse and, sorry Missy, you have, so you has to take your whupping.”

“Find me a good switch,” Sem yelled to one of the lads that followed us to the whipping bench. Begging and pleading did no good and I was soon fastened down with my bare arse exposed and ready to receive the dreaded punishment. I nearly fainted when I saw the long stick the boy brought but Sem grinned and said it would do nicely.

“Swish!! Crack!!” My scream would have awaked the dead, but it brought a further grin from Sem. The pain was far worse than the strap I’d had previously.

“Swish!! Crack!!” I felt lightheaded and a blackness came over me.

Slowly the lights came up and shaking, I became aware of the room and the others around me. It took several minutes before my crying and shaking ceased and I realised I was not in any pain. Sarah and Mummy were in a similar situation and looked very bewildered. The black men though, all grinned and sported huge erections but none of us were in a suitable frame of mind to enjoy them.

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That all happened a month ago but my mind still returns to it frequently. Mummy and Sarah had a huge row with Daddy afterwards and came to some agreement whereby they would leave and he would support them in a new home. I could have gone too but after a long talk with him, I decided to stay. In many ways I supposed the experience did me some good and I got to spend more time with him, firstly discussing my experiences and his at seeing me being beaten but after a while our topics ranged over a wide range of things. Molly our maid, sat in on many of the discussions too and we became closer as a family unit despite the fact that none of us were really related.

One thing that came out of the video punishment session was my desire to help and treat people and this may well lead to my training as a nurse or even a doctor. Certainly this will mean that I will have to apply myself to schoolwork far more than I did in the past. With Sarah away, I won’t have the distractions of trying to keep up with her and her parties. I miss her though, and look forward to seeing her when she’s settled in her new home.

Lying awake at night, there is one thing I wonder about. Will a fuck by a real black man be anything like the virtual fucks I had? So far I’ve not had the opportunity to find out and the men we met in the entertainment room didn’t appeal to me.

Finis