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 Journey into Darkness rewrite WARNING WARNING EXTREAM RACIAL HATE AND DEATH
SEVERE PEDO HARSH FICTION
   This is a major rewrite of an old story I posted earler.  Inter racial,
M+f, Mg, anal, rape, oral, bondage, slavery, Historical late 1790's
   Historical slavery, If the word nigger pisses you off read no further.
If sex with children does hit the delete key now.  This is a story of Dayo
who is taken from her home in Africa and bound into slavery.  It is a
fantasy but a dark one with no holds bared.  Death and punishment for white
and black alike.  If you are bold come take a journey into darkness.
   Dayo (DAY-o) knelt behind a scraggly half dead shrub.  She pulled her
short cotton homespun skirt up out of the way and let her morning water
down.  The dark yellow urine cut a narrow streambed in the dry dusty
cracked ground.  The hot winds of summer promised no relief from the
sweltering heat.
   The dry ground soaked up the moisture in a moment.  The stain of her
toileting was nearly gone by the time she rose letting her brightly colored
skirt fall to cover her privets.  She wore nothing above her waist as all
of the other Yoruba (yo-RUBA) women did.  Her swelling breast still did not
sag.  The pointed cones of her dark nipples had not yet had babies feast
upon the tits flatting and scaring the nipples over years of breastfeeding.
   This would be her first child.  The young mother to be had been to the
tribal medicine woman.  She had cast the bones of a freshly killed game hen
on the entrails of a goat and read the signs.
   Her firstborn would be a healthy powerful male.  The child would be born
on the dark of the moon five months hence.  The old midwife gave her strong
kale tea laced with good clean sea salt to drink to keep the Bandundu
(BAN-dun-do) away.  The Bandundu were the lost souls of the murdered
people, which had not had a proper burial nor were the rituals sang over
their bodies.
   They would hang around a woman when she was giving birth and if they
were not driven away, they would flow into the infant before it drew its
first breath and draw its soul from mother earth.  Their presents could be
see by those that had eyes to see them.  Sometimes they were in the fat
bodies of the black blowflies that buzzed around a mother's birth blood. 
Other times they took the form of black ravens that circled overhead
screaming their hate for the living that had not given them the proper
respect in death.
   A child that lost it soul to the Bandundu often died within the first
week of life.  If they lived, they became sickly or mean spirited.  If a
male Bandundu entered a female child, it would be know when she had few or
no moon times.  A woman so possessed often would have no truck with men. 
They sought out the comforts of their own sex.  They made wonderful lovers
and were often skilled using there mouths as they had no penis to use in
this lifetime.
   Should horror upon horror a female Bandundu enter a boy child he would
never become a warrior.  He would rather weave baskets with the other
girls. His voice would aways be high and girlish.  Often he would faint at
the sight of blood.  His penis would shrink and try to get back to the
vagina the ghost had in her former life.  He would open his anus for any
man sick enough to enter it.  They were very good cocksuckers.
   The old witch woman marked the warding signs on Dayo's enlarged belly.
She drew intricate loops and interconnecting spirals with the blood of the
goat and foul.  She wiped the dung of an ass in the young mother's hair. 
She spit three times on each side of the woman as she faced east and the
rising sun.  She had done all that she could do.  It was in the hands of
the Gods now.
   Olujimi (ol-u-JIM-I) Dayo's husband came out of their hide hut.  He
waved at his young bride and went to find a piss tree.
   "Thank you old mother I shall bring a fresh foul to replace the one ye
have slain for me.  When my husband returns from the sea, he shall bring
thee a basket of redfish.  May the sun be kind to thee eyes old mother."
The young black woman of 14 summers said as she got up and bowed to her
elder.  The toothless woman was ancient.  She had seen over 40 summers come
and go in the parched land they called Dahomey.
   "Peace be with thee young one.  See that the ass dung does not dry out
for three days.  Have your man piss on it each night.  The bones tell me
that there is a storm coming up river.  Tell the village to make ready.  I
feel in my soul that it will be the worst we have yet encountered." The old
woman said as she picked the maggots out of the rotting goat meat.  The
maggots were easier for her to chew and had as much protein as roasted
meat. The Gods may have plagued man with the biting flys but they always
balanced the bad with the good if one knew were to look.
   The village was coming to life.  It was best to get what work you could
done early in the morning before the sun rose high in the sky scorching the
earth in its eternal war with the stubborn rock that flew around the fiery
ball.  There was only one permanent building.  The village meetinghouse a
long low mud brick building with wooden beams hauled from the far off
mountains to the west.  Smoke rose through holes in the flat roof from each
end of the structure.  Tanned goat hides covered the three windows on the
front of the building.  The door was a curtain of shells strung on long
strands of twisted cotton.  Two young men stood by the door waving palm
leaves to keep the flies from entering the building.
   The village chief Daddadao (DAD-da-day-O) came out.  He wore a hat given
him by the Portuguese Trader Anselmo (an-SEL-mo) the last time the foreign
white devils had come this far inland.  They brought with them their guns
and wide bottomed boat that sailed up the Niger River.  They brought rum
and sweet sugar that decayed the teeth of the young.  In addition, they
brought the rotting sickness that drove men mad and caused puss to fill
their cocks.  Women who caught the pox had puss seep out of there wombs'.
Babies born of them were blind and often died screaming.
   What they sought was not cattle nor goats but human cargo.  Slaves,
Black Gold, three strong healthy young men would buy a single shot rusty
musket, five lead balls, and a horn filled with powder and a few flints to
spark the weapon.  The guns were powerful in a land that still made war
with the spear, bow and arrow.  A young woman if she were comely would
fetch a pistol.  Three young girls would get you a small keg of rotgut rum.
You got two kegs for a single boy.
   Daddadao did not like forging deals with the devils but he had to do
business with them or the other stronger tribes would sweep down on his
village and capture all that they could killing the rest.  He had been on
such raids just last year.
   The Portuguese came only in the rainy season.  It was then that their
long boats could navigate the river and range far in land to sweep out and
net their cargo of human misery.  What the Yoruba chief did not know was
that the demand for slaves had skyrocketed with a new invention far across
the sea.  A man by the name of Ely Whitney had made his famous cotton gin
in 1793.  With in three years the demand for slaves had tripled extending
slavery in the United States until the end of the Civil War in 1865.
   The two young warriors standing by the door put down their palm fronds
and picked up their muskets.  They each had one shot left.  The rusty locks
barely moved when cocked.  Timboi's (TIM-boy) trigger was frozen and would
not move no matter how hard he hit it.  The pair still made a freighting
show of force and power.
   A young boy black as midnight ran over the sandy dune by the river
waving his arms and shouting.  "Boats come!!  Many boats come filled with
warriors." He said as he ran to the chief.
   "What madness is this boy?  The river she is too low for the boats to
come.  They never come in the heat of the summer.  You have been out in the
sun to long.  Go lie down and get a cool drink of water." He said
dismissing the lad.
   "NO.  Sir look!" He pointed to the sandy hills around the village.
   "By the Gods, it is the Masai.  Men to your weapons!  Women and children
flee into the desert." He called as he drew his single shot pistol and
charged the tall black warriors clad in red robes.  They carried long
shields of cattle hide and long wicked iron tipped spears.  There looked to
be over fifty of the black devils.  Mixed in with them were some English
solders with their red coats and long muskets with long bayonets fixed at
the barrels.  There were a few in blue coats they were the sailors come to
clam their share of the black gold.
   Daddadao fired his piece.  Sand kicked up in front of a charging Masai
warrior.  They came yelling and swinging lead balls tied with a bout a yard
of hemp rope.  Shajendie (SAW-gin-die) his other bodyguard aimed and fired.
A white devil threw up his arms and fell backwards clutching his ruined
face.
   This brought a volley of fire from the red-coated solders.  Lead balls
wisped past the chief's head.  He heard a scream and turned to see
Shajendie struck in the chest and then again in the neck.  Bright red blood
pumped out as he clasped his hand to his devastated throat.  He drowned in
his own blood.
   The chief tossed his worthless pistol at a charging Masai.  It bounced
off his tough cowhide shield.  The black warrior cast his long spear.  It
arched gracefully in the air and sliced through Timboi pining him to the
ground.  The chief drew a long wicked curved knife from its sheath and
yelled a curse at his hated foe.
   The two men crashed together near the well.  The Masai swung a long
shaft that had a heavy ball on the end of the war club.  It slammed into
the Yoruba's head.  He fell letting the knife slip from his hands.  A
second blow to the back of his neck knocked him out.
   The young boy that had spread the alarm was being hauled down the sandy
hill by his legs.  A bloody patch of skin on his face gathered sand, as he
was drug into captivity.  The firing of the guns fell silent.  The aim of
the raiders was not to kill but to capture their cargo alive and as healthy
as was possible.  Nearly a quarter of the blacks packed into the slave
ships were tossed over the side at sea.  Sharks followed the slave ships
awaiting an easy meal.
   Dayo heard the shots and knew that it was a raid.  She ran away from the
noise and confusion the village had become.  She sprinted for the wadi that
cut through the hilly land.  If she could make the cover of the wadi, she
could hide from the raiders.  The young woman felt ill.  The baby in her
womb let her know she did not like all this stress and running.  The old
witch woman had been wrong.  It would not be a strong boy warrior but a
young girl born into slavery and depravity in the sadistic hands of an
Georgia inbred plantation owner.
   She was looking back over her shoulder to see if she were being perused.
She did not see the tall white man in the blue coat.  Something hit her in
the head.  She threw up her arms to her head and found a rope tangled
around her wrist.  She fell on the sand and struggled to rise.  A boot
kicked her in the head.  She lapsed into darkness.
   A pain in her lower body prodded her from the fog of unconsciousness. 
She was on her back.  Her legs were up around her shoulders.  Someone was
holding her feet and laughing.
   "Hay Gov'ner looks as if the Nigger bitch has come round to enjoy ye
cock." A tall white devil said.  She did not understand the babble of words
that fell to her ears.  It all ran together in some unintelligible string
of sounds.
   "Told ya Randy that my cock was magic.  Brings the bitches back every
time." The other said as he rapped the young pregnant woman.
   "How is her pussy Jack?  It looks to me like she is still tight.  By the
looks of her tits, she ain't suckled no brat yet.  You get any milk
out'um?"
   "Christ she has a good tight pussy, and her milk is as sweet as your
mother's boy.  I should know she fed me enough of it when I fucked her
lad." He said as he rocked in and out of her black pussy.
   Dayo started to cry and wail.  The pain was too much.  She tried to
fight them but they were too strong and held her too tight.  She felt a
collar around her neck.  The rough leather had been riveted shut when she
was unconscious.
   She felt the one using her buck and thrust deep inside of her.  She
screamed in pain as he pumped his load in her vagina.  The men switched
places and the rape continued.  This one's cock was not as large as the
other ones.  He slid in and out of her quickly.  She tightened her pussy
hoping to make the man cum and then leave her alone.  It worked he cried
and slapped her face as he squirted his thin semen in her body.
   The other one hauled her up by a length of chain to her knees.  He held
her head and pulled it to his slimily soft manhood.  He pressed it at her
mouth and shouted at her.  She did not understand the words but she knew
what he wanted.  She opened her mouth and started sucking the cock.  She
did the best she could with his meat.
   She bobbed her head and took it all down her throat.  She hummed and
sucked as hard as she could.  She felt his cock grow in her mouth.  She got
her hands on his balls, rubbed them, and then worked her finger up his ass.
   "Christ to fucking hell, she is a good cock sucker.  The Nigger bitch
has got me hard again.  I think I will try her back end.  Come on lassie
bend over this rock so's I can fuck yo up the ass deare'." Jack said as he
pulled his cock out of her and shoved her over the rock.
   "Why not have her do ye cock whilst I fuck her black asshole.  I don't
see no tail on this one.  I heard that the tail only comes out at night. 
Some of the Niggers got horns as big a goat.  I seen a skull what had one
down in Nassau Bahamas.  The Nigger witchdoctor wanted way too much for it.
Dammed near three pennies for a dead Nigger's noggin was too rich for me
lad."
   They held her and the other one shoved his cock in her face.  Dayo
quickly sucked at the small white organ.  She nearly bit it off when the
other man entered her asshole.  She had never had anal sex.  It hurt her
anus very badly.  The fire of his penetration burned her ass ring.
   It hurt the man whose cock was in her mouth worse.  He yelled and cuffed
her in the head until she let his bloody cock out of her mouth.
   "Oh fuck Jack the fucking whore nearly bit my cock off.  I'll kill the
fucking bitch." He screamed as he drew a wicked long knife to end the
Nigger cunt's life.
   "Seaman Randy Shell put that knife down and pulls up ye pants.  I have
ordered no rape of the cargo.  I will decide which of the sluts will serve
the enlisted men on the ship.  Petty Officer Jack I expected better of
thee. Pull out of the Niggard's ass and carry her to the boats we are
leaving post haste." Ensign Kane ordered as he cocked his long pistol and
pointed it at the men.
   "Here there sir, ain't no call to be drawing down on us now.  We was
just hav'n a bit of fun with the whore.  She be the best cocksucker I've
had me cock in for year's sir." Jack said as he pulled out of the young
woman and dropped her bit of clothing down on her nice ass.
   "Move ye asses.  Consider yourselves to be on report.  It is the
captain's mast for the both of ye.  The pistol shall stay where it is until
ye have the bitch in the boat.  Now move or I'll decrease the crew by two."
The tall blond headed aristocrat said.  He knew how to treat those whose
station was lower than your own, with contempt.
   They drug her back through the village.  There she saw five dead men
from her tribe.  She cried out in horror to see her Olujimi among the dead.
Dayo tried to pull away to greave for her dead husband.  She was kicked and
drug down to the river.  She saw two little girls lying with Masai spears
thrust through their vaginas.  They had been too young to mess with.
   The old witch woman lay dead with a round wound in her skull.  She had
been right her bones had spoken true; an awful storm had fallen on the
village.  It was the worst storm that ever had.  All total eight Yoruba
were dead.  Forty-seven others were now in chains bound to the floorboards
of the long boats that would carry them down river to the sea.  A large
salver The Queen's Pride lay at anchor.  When it set sail, its lower decks
would hold 580 living hulks of human cargo.  When it made port in Savannah
Georgia there would be but 497 still alive.  Eighty-three men women and
children passed into the cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean.  The sharks fed
well behind this damned ship of the dead.  The loss of under a hundred was
seen as a clean and profitable voyage.  The average slave sold for 60
pounds sterling.
   "Petty Officer Jack Brown ye are found guilty of gross neglect of duty,
rape of cargo and disobeying a lawful order.  Ye are fined one half of ye
pay and allowances, confiscation of ye rum ration for the remainder of the
voyage , ye will stand three extra watches round the clock, and ten lashes.
Stand to the mast to take ye lashes.
   "Able bodied Seaman Randy Shell ye have been found guilty of rape of
cargo, gross neglect of duty, attempted battery upon said cargo, and
disobeying a lawful order.  Ye are striped of all rank, foliature of all
pay and allowances.  Ye are to be keelhauled stem to stern.  May god have
mercy on your soul." Capitan Joseph Bligh said reading his finding of his
courts martial.
   "NO Sir not that.  I been a good and lawful sailor for the company these
twenty and four year sir.  Have pity sir.  T'was just a darkie slut sir. 
We den'a brake a bone on the bitch sir!" Seaman Shell cried, as he knew a
keelhauling was death in these waters what with all the dead Niggers they
had been tossing out the sharks were thick as fleas in a Jew's beard.
   "Buck up man!  This is not the Royal Navy, and I am the law at sea. 
First Mate see to the punishment.  Stand the crew to punishment quarters.
I'll have the flogging first Mister Tweed."
   "Aye, Aye sir.  Master-at-arms securer the prisoner to the main mast,
ten lashes if you please.  I shall count.  Call the ship to punishment
quarters Boatswain's Mate." Mister Tweed called as the sound of the pipe
brought all but the crew necessary to sail the ship to the quarterdeck.
   Thirty salty seamen stood quiet as the dead as they watched the
Master-at-arms tie Jack to the mast.  A short length of hemp rope was given
to him to bite down on.  They ripped his shirt from his back and a bucket
of saltwater was draw to wash the blood from his back.  It was thought that
the salt kept the wounds clean.  It did burn like hellfire though.
   "Stand too men." The First Mate called as a drummer beat out the
punishment cadence.  There was a drum roll with its fast stucco of beats.
Then the First Mate counted out one on the next single drum beat.  "One"
   "Whack" The first stroke tore into his flesh.  The flogger had nine
tails each with a lead teardrop attached at the end.
   " Ahaaa." Came from Jack's lips as he spit out the tarred rope.
   "Two"
   "Ahaaa.  God!" He cried as nine more welts rose on his pale skin.
   " Three"
   " Ahaaa, Ahaaa, no" He cried as flesh came off with the third stroke.
   " Four"
   "Ahaaa, Ahaaa, no man for the love of God....  Ahaaa.
   "Five"
   " Ahaaa, Ahaaa, Ahaaa nooo." Jack cried as blood and piss ran down his
legs.
   "Six"
   "Mercy dear god I can stand no more.  Ahaaa" He begged.  The sailors
gathered looked away.  They shook their heads.  Twas no good for a man to
beg.  Jack was as good as dead.  For no man respected him now.
   "Seven"
   " Ahaaa, no, no...  oh, no." he sobbed as his back was laid open to the
ribs.
   " Eight"
   "No ahaaa no..  I.." He said as he lapsed into unconsciousness.
   "He has passed out sir." The Master-at-arms called.
   "Continue the sentience Mister Porter."
   "Aye, Aye sir.  Nine."
   The cat of nine tails sung its song and the blood flew spattering the
Master-at-arms with Jacks lifeblood.
   "Ten toss the bucket." Mister Tweed called as he turned to lie on two
lines to hull Randy Shell down the length of the 150-foot ship.
   The water washed most of the blood off his back but more poured out.  He
was cut down and the ships surgeon bound his wounds as best he could.  He
was carried to sickbay until he could stand his watch.  That was if he
lived to see the next sunrise.
   "Hauling crew to the aft deck.  Boatswain make ready to catch the
float." Mister Tweed called to the rear of the ship as he tossed a light
line with a large cork tide to the end.  The ship passed over the rope and
he played out the line.  The large flat coil quickly snaked down the front
of the ship and disappeared in to the blue water.  Dark shapes swam along
side the slaver as she plowed through the calm seas.
   "I have the float Mister Tweed." A sailor called from the stern of the
ship.
   "Make the line tight.  Drummer give me hauling speed." He said as he
tied the end of the line around Randy's legs.  Another was tied around his
wrist to keep him under the hull.  He would be drug the length of the ship
over the rough barnacles that grew on the wooden timbers of the ship.  The
shell like barnacles would shred his back faster than the cat of nine tails
did Jack's.
   It would take the crew about one minute to run the length of the ship. A
man could hold his breath for that long if he did not panic.  It was not
drowning that the man had to worry about.  The last trip out a sailor had
been keelhauled port to starboard or side to side which was a corporal
punishment as it took only about half a minute to pull a man around the
ships hull.  All that came up was the man's hands and feet at the ends of
the ropes.  A red satin had filled the water as it quickly fell away as the
ship moved from where the sailor had met his death.
   Randy stood at the bow of the ship.  He looked down at the white water
that broke against the curved bow of the slave ship.  He saw the dark
shapes easily keep pace with the sailing ship.
   "Deep breaths there lad.  We'll have ya out of the drink in no time.  Ya
needs a bath as it is there lad." An old salt said to the dead man as he
pushed him overboard.
   There was a splash and Mister Tweed shouted.  "Haul away!  Put ye backs
into it men.  Haul ass!  Haul ass."
   The twenty men gripped the line and ran as fast as they could.  They
were half way down the deck when the line was pulled back burning their
hands.  They yelled and yanked on the line and ran forward.  The line went
slack and they tumbled to the rolling deck.  The boatswain hauled the slack
line up.  All that was attached to was a foot.  They pulled up the line
tied to his head in hopes that he had just lost a leg.  There was nothing
but cut line at the end of the rope.
   "Mister Tweed dismiss the crew.  Double rum for all hands save Seaman
Jack.  I'll be in my quarters.  Find me a little Nigger child.  The old
ones put up too much of a fight.  I don't care how young she is.  All she
needs is a pussy and an ass.  They don't bring that much at auction anyhow.
You can pass her around the crew once I have had my fill of her." The
Captain ordered as he went below.
   "Aye, Aye Sir.  Double rum for all hands.  Pinwheel go below and find me
a Nigger child under ten years old.  Bring her to the Captain's cabin. 
Look to the main sheets Mister Thomas.  The wind is going to quarter us if
my bones be right.  Helmsman bring us two points to port." He said as he
got back to the business of sailing the ship.
   They were three weeks into the run.  The new slaves had not been topside
since they were herded below decks and chained head to toe.  The low decks
stunk of shit and vomit.  Once a day the white devils would come and take
the dead out and toss buckets of seawater on the filth that had been
accumulated over the night.  Each slave had just enough slack in his chain
to sit up right.  A bucket of boiled pig and yams was passed twice a day.
Three times a day buckets of stale water were passed.  If there were a
nasty sailor detailed to water the Niggers he would piss in the bucket
right before he gave it to them in plain sight of all.  The nastiest ones
would shit in it.
   Pinwheel took a belaying pin with him when he went below.  You could not
trust the Niggers there.  A few unwary sailors had been drug down and torn
to pieces.  Not on this ship thank heavens but it had happened on the Star
of India's last passage.
   The Captain of the Star yanked twenty of the Niggers next to the body
and sea hung them.  A stout line was tide around their necks and they were
kicked off the stern in to the sea.  Most of the jiggers' could not swim.
They floundered for a moment and then the line snapped taunt as the ship
sailed away from them.  Most of them had their necks broken.  A few were
drug under and drowned.  All were eaten by the sharks.
   The blacks started their babbling as soon as he came in the hold.  He
clubbed a few that got too close to him.  He cursed the fool that had
locked the children and young women at the rear of the long hold.  He made
his way to the end and found a dark young child in the arms of another
older one.
   He unlocked her feet and pulled the child away from the young woman. 
She started screaming and yelling.  All the darkies got up and banged their
chains on the deck.  He broke a few heads and arms.  That seemed to shut
them up.  The child was wailing and fighting the sailor.  She bit him and
scratched with her nails.  He clubbed her and she fell still.  He hoped
that he had not killed the fucking Pickaninny.  He left the coons to babble
among themselves.  He hated anytime he had to spend down in the stinking
hold.
   Dayo called out when she saw the white devil come in the hold.
   "Sir.  Water please.  I am ill.  We need air.  Can you not see?  I will
give you sex anything.  Please help us." She heard others call out some in
her tongue others she did not understand or know what tribe they were from.
The ship had sailed up and down the West Coast of Africa until its hold was
full.  The master of the ship did not care where the Niggers came from.  He
only cared that his hold was full and he could sail for the Americas.
   " Dayo?  Is that you Dayo?  It is I Simisola (sim-my-SOLA).  Most of the
other Yoruba are below us.  Many of them are dead.  I can talk down to the
ones below through a hole in the floor.  I am sick from the movement of the
boat on the sea and from poor food.  What does the white devil want from
us?" She cried as the sailor moved among them.  He hit any that reached out
to him begging for food or clean water.
   "The God's only know.  I pray for death.  My husband will become a
Bandundu with no one to sing his death song or burn the herbs and slay a
fowl for him.  Were it not for the son that I carry here inside of me I
would have dashed my brains out on the floor.  Do you think that they are
going to eat that poor child?  I heard that the white devils eat our
children.
   We are so far from our homeland.  We shall sail off the end of the earth
and fall into the moon if during the day.  If we sail off the edge of the
earth at night, we will fall into the fire of the sun that sinks below the
sea to rest at night.  I know that to be true.  Our witch woman told me so
when I was young.  She was right about a horrid storm falling on our
village." Dayo said rocking herself as she sat in a pool of shit and piss.
   "One does not know.  Let us hope in the next world we are the ones with
the guns." The older black woman said as the slave ship sailed on carrying
them closer a life of toil and bondage.
   "Begging the Capitan's pardon sir, here is the Pickaninny ya wanted sir.
I cleaned her up some for ya sir.  She reeked something awful.  Old bones
doused her with limewater.  He looked her over good.  She don't seem to
have the pox.  He dosed her with some laudanum.  Had to sir she was a
hellcat.  She won't put up much of a fight but she will move when you poke
her pussy." Pinwheel said as he set the child down on the small bed.
   "Thank you for cleaning the child up.  However, in the future please
keep your sexual advice to yourself.  Shut the door on your way out.  That
will be all Pinwheel." Captain Bligh said dismissing the seamen that
brought him the black child.
   She was nude.  All that the child wore was a black leather collar
riveted around her wee neck.  She was thin, seasickness and poor diet had
taken what fat the child had on her body.  That was ok.  He enjoyed their
tiny thin bodies.  He guest her age to be around nine or ten-years-old .Her
skin was a soft coal black.  He pried open her mouth.  It stunk of bile and
green slime.
   He took the child over to his washstand.  He put her head over the basin
and poured water in her mouth.  He used a Chinese toothbrush something he
had picked up out of Shanxi province on what he guessed to be nine year old
child's mouth.  He used some powder the Chinese swore would freshen the
worst smelling mouth odors.  She fought him some but he got her mouth
clean. He got out some whale oil and rubbed her body down from head to toe.
Her hair had been cut short.  The kinky hair was now about a half inch long
and curled tight to her skull.
   He examined her vagina.  The seaman had not done a very through job of
washing the darkie.  Her pussy had a green film over it and it was an ugly
red and swollen.  She kicked when he pulled her legs apart.  She was
babbling in that singsong language they gibbered in all of the time.
   He used a rag to wipe her cunt and ass clean.  He poured more oil over
her pussy and asshole.  Her ebony skin shown in the bright light coming in
from the open window at the rear of his quarters.  He knew that rum would
kill any nasty thing on a body so he took a bottle and poured some on her
pussy.  She hollered as the rum burned her vagina.  Then he forced the
child to drink.  She spit some of it out but he held her nose and forced
the bottle in her mouth.  She had to drink the rum or choke on it.
   He had learned a trick from an old Indian out of Calcutta.  When they
wanted to get a woman drunk quickly and with out wasting a lot of whisky
they would force a bottle up her ass and give her a whisky enema.
   He gave her three jiggers of rum.  He had to shove a large cork up the
young child's ass to keep the rum in her.  Five minutes the child was
giggling and singing some kind of chant.  He carried her to his night pot
and pulled the cork out of her ass.  She nearly fell off the potty.  He
held her as she shot a watery yellowish stream into the pot.  She had
another lose stool and then farted loudly.
   Tenmeaka (ten-MEEK-a) laughed as the sound of her fart.  The white
devils had taken her from her sister.  They had cleaned her for which she
was grateful.  The drink the first white devil had forced on her was bitter
but she did not feel the aches she had before.
   This chief, for he must be a leader as he dressed finer than the others
did and although she did not understand their words, the other white devils
paid respect to this man.  He had golden hair.  His eyes were as blue as
the sky.  He was not a tall man like her father.
   Tenmeaka became sad as she thought of her father somewhere in the bottom
of the boat.  She had been with her older sister Twuwana (too-WAN-a) when
the white devil in the blue coat came and took her.  The child was very
hungry.  Her head was spinning and her eyes seemed to loose focuses.  She
felt hot and confused.
   This golden haired man had touched her girl place.  Her sister had told
her not to let boys touch her there.  It was naughty.  Good girls did not
do that until they were betrothed by their father to whomever he chouse for
his daughters to marry.  He had rubbed smelly oil all over her body.  It
did make her itchy skin feel better.
   The burning brown rum he had made her drink upset her tummy.  The rum he
had poured on her girl slit burned and stung her infected vagina.  She had
not liked it one bit when he forced a cork into her bottom.  It hurt and
she was shocked that a man would do mean things to her.  She begged him not
to hurt her anymore.  The man just kept on doing what he wanted to her.
   Her bowels rumbled and she had to poop very badly.  There was pain in
her tummy.  She struggled with the man until she saw that he was taking her
to a stinky pot.  He put her on it and pulled out the cork in her butt. 
The child felt relief from the pain as she had a very runny stool.
   Her mood swung and she remembered a song the old which woman had taught
her.  She sang the song about the muddy river that longed to be blue like
the sea.
   The white gulls that flew over him sometimes stopped to drink from his
muddy water.  They told him of the great wide blue sea.  Its water's were
clear and clean not all dirty like the river's.  What the white sea birds
had told him angered the mighty river.  He was determined to fined this sea
and turn it as brown as he was.  The river ate away at the land and sought
out the blue sea.
   The river ate through the last sandy hill and saw before him the wide
blue sea.  The sea saw the river and laughed at his dirty color.  The sea
sent waves pounding in to the river to keep its dirty water from the clean
sea.
   The river pushed onward and went into the sea.  The river spread out
truing the bay at the mouth of the river a light tan.  However the sea was
vast and soon ate the river up.  The river lost its color and was made a
part of the rolling sea.  The river had thought to conquer the sea but in
the end it was the river that lost its soul.
   Twuwana felt like the river.  She was being eaten by the white devils
and she feared that she would lose her soul.  She had already lost her
village.  She felt very dizzy.  She tried to stand but fell into the arms
of the white devil.  The child was very sleepy.  She lay her head on the
man's shoulder and drifted off to sleep.
   Joseph Bligh looked at the child as she sat on the night pot and
crapped. He was glad the two windows were open.  The child was making quite
a stench.  He had to hold her upright as she was now very drunk.
   She started singing in her native tongue.  The words sounded like the
calls of a cricket to him.  She was giggling as she seemed to forget the
words or for all he knew was making them up as she went along.  She farted
again and then slumped over in his arms.
   He carried her to a small table.  He cleaned her bottom and rubbed more
oil into her skin.  He worked his long fingers into her tiny ass ring.  Her
ebony skin puckered around her anus.  The dark chocolate gave way to a
light tan and then a deep pink that became red the deeper he looked into
her ass.
   Her small bottom was round and stuck out the way most of the Negro's
did. The child's pussy did not smell too good.  Bligh thought that she may
have the pox.  Well her ass looked ok.  He oiled his penis and rubbed it
around her bottom.
   Her anus opened for him and he pushed his small cock in her ass.  Her
ass was hot and clung to his cock.  He put his arms under the young child
and lifted her ass to him.  He looked down and saw his white cock sliding
into her coal black ass.  Her ass ring was stretched around his dick.  It
did not take long for him to cum.  He fucked the child while she was passed
out.
   He had stripped nude.  He carried the black child with his cock still in
her body to his bed.  He lay down on his back with the girl on his stomach.
   Her nude silky skin felt wonderful to him.  He had been married to his
wife for 15 years and had never seen more that one breast.  She would open
herself for him but never allowed him to see her nude.  She did not like
his hands all over her.  That was a nasty sinful act.  She had been trained
by her church that sex was for the creation of children and not for
pleasure.  They Bligh's had only one son.
   Bligh looked at they small child laying on him.  She looked like a
little monkey.  He decided to keep her.  He would call her Cricket for the
sounds she made.  He pulled out of her bottom and wiped it.  He opened a
chest by his bed and found a rope leash.  He hooked it to the copper ring
on the child's collar.  He looped the leash around his hand.  He fondled
the child exploring every crease and opening of her body.  She cuddled to
him in her drunken sleep.
   He used her body as a cover as the gentle swells of the Atlantic rocked
the ship as it sailed on towards the port of Savannah.  The sun sat and the
cabin became dark.  There was a knock at his door.  He cradled the child in
his arms as she still slept.
   "Yes, what do you want?" Bligh said sharply.
   "Begging the Captain's pardon sir.  It be past eight bells and ye have
not come to mess sir.  The steward wants to know if ye be want'n a bite to
eat sir?" Seaman Pinwheel asked as he waited outside the door.
   " I know the bells Pinwheel.  Have the steward bring dinner for two to
my quarters.  Oh and fetch me another bottle of good rum.  Have Mister
Tweed stand my watch.  I do not wish to be disturbed saving for a dire
emergency.  Is that clear Seaman Pinwheel?" Bligh said giving his orders
for the evening.  He was going to start Cricket's training forthwith.
   " Aye, Aye sir I shall fetch ye a good bottle of rum and have cook bring
dinner for two to ye cabin sir.  Be ya done with the Nigger sir?  If so I
could be passing her ass around the crew now sir."
   "I have decided to keep Cricket as a pet.  Go and get another slut for
the men." The Captain said dismissing his underling.
   "Aye, Aye sir I shall see to it straight away." Pinwheel said as he
hurried off to do the Captain's bidding.
   Bligh gently shook the child until she awoke.  She stretched and yawned.
Her bottom ached as if she had a very large bowel movement.  She remembered
the time she had gotten into a bunch of green bananas and had eaten nearly
all of them.  Her tummy had ached for three days and she thought that she
was shitting a coconut out of her bottom.  Her mother had told her that it
served her right for eating all of the bananas.
   The man had put a leash on her collar.  She picked up the braided
leather leash.  She saw that it was wrapped around his hand.
   Bligh hugged the child and then stood her on the floor.  She was a
little wobbly and still just a little bit tipsy.  He started to teach the
child English.
   He pointed to himself and said.  "Master"
   The child pointed to herself and said.  "Mastuerr?"
   Bligh laughed shaking his head.  " No, Me Master!" He said pointing to
his chest again.
   The child said something that sounded like.  "Ubumbo keu twana master?"
   Twuwana said.  " White devil's name is master?"
   The man shook his head yes and said again.  "Master.  Pointing to
himself again.
   Twuwana said.  "Master.  I am called Twuwana, which means comes a spring
flower."
   Bligh heard her say.  "Master.  Do bomba Twowana, sedice bobe soclono.
   She repeated her name.  Twuwana.  She said pointing to herself and then.
"Master" pointing to the white devil.
   Bligh pointed to himself and said.  "Master.  Yes.  You Cricket." He
said pointing to the child.
   She said.  Twowana pointing to herself again.
   "No, not Twowana.  You now Cricket!  Cricket." He said pointing to the
child again.
   "Twowana!  My name is not cricket.  It is Twowana, daughter of Alluvia
of the Yoruba people!  I have seen the summer suns come two hands of time.
I am soon to be a woman of my people!  She said stamping her tiny foot.
   Bligh heard her ramble off a bunch of Nigger gibberish.  He thought he
hear her call her self something like Two-want-a.
   He swung his hand and knocked the child down.  He had slapped her on her
cheek.  She was not hurt but she was stunned by the violence he had done
upon her.  She felt tears fall from her eyes.  The child put her hand to
her face and looked at the white devil.
   He stood over her.  He had obtained a set of shackles from the same
trunk he had gotten the leash from.  He grabbed her wrist and locked the
padded shackles on her.  She struggled for a while until he slapped her
again.  She sobbed as he manacled her wrist.
   Bligh pulled the slave's arms above her head until she had to stand on
the tips of her toes.  He attached a hook through the links of the
shackles' chain.  The long iron hook's other end was inserted into an
eyebolt in the ceiling near his bed.
   Pain quickly started building up in her wrist and throughout her legs
and feet.  She sobbed and tried to keep her balance as the ship rolled in
the gathering seas.  She watched in horror as he got a long rod with cuffs
attached to a short link of chain at both ends.
   He grabbed her left foot and locked it in the spreader bar.  When her
right foot was also confined the bar kept her legs about two feet apart. 
She hung in the air as her legs were now too short to reach the floor. 
Agony burned in her shoulders and wrist as the padded cuffs cut in to her
tinder skin.
   Bligh let the child hang for a few moments and then got a small length
of chain and looped it through her shackles giving her enough slack to
stand flatfooted on the floor.  The pain in her arms lessened but they
still ached from being held over head.
   He beat her with a cane and a long leather strap.  She cried as he laid
into her soft body.  She sobbed and hung in chains as the man looked at her
body and then the man went to the chest and got out some smelly oil.  He
rubbed it over her shoulders and it stung and felt hot.  It was horse
liniment.  The pain in her shoulders became a dull ache.  He ran his finger
over her vagina and got some of the hot oil on the folds of her tinder
pussy.  She screamed as the oil burned her down there.  She wet herself
from the unexpected pain.
   "Cricket!" The white devil said again pointing at her chest.
   "NO!  Twuwana!" She said shaking her head and trembling in pain.
   He stuck his finger in the bottle and moved his hand between her legs.
He pulled her pussy open with his clean hand and said.  "Cricket!" Keeping
his finger just an inch from her stinging vagina.
   The black child sobbed.  "No Twuwana."
   She screamed as he thrust his finger all the way in her vagina.  It tore
her hymen and the liniment blistered the soft moist tissue.  He had a trace
of blood on his finger when he pulled it out.  He rubbed it on her ass and
she yelled again.
   Bligh slapped her face and yelled Cricket at the child.
   He grabbed her small face and looked into her coffee colored eyes.  He
pointed to himself again and said.  "Master."
   He thumbed her chest and said.  "Cricket."
   The child sobbed and shook her head yes.  She said.  Cricket.
   Bligh pointed to himself and waited for her reply.
   "Master" The black child said learning two very hard lessons.  The first
was her new name.  The second was that all that had been was now gone. 
Gone further than the miles the ship had sailed from Africa.  The white
devil had put his will in its place.  Whatever her desires, wants, needs,
hopes or dreams were they did not matter.  She was owned and he would bend
and break her to his will.
   " That is a good little Nigger Cricket."
   She looked up at the man as he said her new name.  "Master?" She pleaded
tears flowing down her face.
   He left her chained for a few minutes as he rummaged around in his toy
chest and found some aloe cream and a wet cloth to clean her privets.  She
cringed as he washed her ass and vagina but the cool water felt pleasant
after the burring oil.  The white cream he put on her felt cool and soon
all of the pain in her bottom and her down there went away.
   He stood in front of her his cock had gotten hard and was larger.  He
held her head and moved closer to her bringing his cock to her lips.  She
had seen her mother have sex with her father.  There was not much privacy
in a one room hide hut.  She had seen her older sister do what the white
devil now wanted her to do before.  She guessed that this would have to
count as her rights of passage into womanhood.  She did not want to suck
the cock that was in front of her but she knew that he could and would hurt
her to make her do what ever he wanted.  She opened her mouth and started
learning how to suck a cock.
   Bligh looked down and saw the child sucking on his prick.  He pulled his
cock out and then pushed back in.  He felt her teeth on the sensitive head
of his meat.  He pulled all the way out and grabbed her face.  He took his
finger and put it in her mouth touching her white teeth.  He pulled her lip
up to cover the teeth.
   She learned lips yes, teeth no.  She learned to take the entire length
of his manhood in her mouth and throat.  She learned what his cum tasted
like and not to spit it out.
   He made her suck him even after he had ejaculated into her throat.  He
enjoyed the sight of a little Nigger child sucking him.  He unhooked her
and let her arms come down.  She groaned as her tiny arms had become stiff
and sore from being held over her head for so long.
   Bligh left the wrist shackles on the child.  He did remove the spreader
bar off her legs.  He believed in reward and punishment as best training
method.  She had learned her name and she had given him head with out her
teeth touching him after he had shown her what was expected of her.
   There was a knock at the door.  It was the steward with his evening
meal. He told the cook to leave it outside and go.  Once the cook had left
Bligh opened the door and retrieved the covered tray.  There was a bottle
of good bay rum on the tray.
   Bligh enjoyed being nude with the child.  He loved her nudeness.  He sat
the table with the food as he let the child cover up on his bed.  It had
gotten a little cool as the night wore on.  He closed the windows and lit
two oil lamps.
   "Cricket come!" He said to the Pickaninny as he held out his arms to
her.
   "Master." She said and quickly ran to his arms.  He had food and she was
now very hungry.  She reached for a piece of fowl and got her hand smacked.
   "No we pray first.  Dear heavenly father we give thanks for the bounty
for which thy has provided for us this day.  Thank you Oh Lord for our
victory over the Heathens.  May your eternal love and forgiveness be shown
to the black unbelievers.  Thank you oh Lord for delivering Cricket unto my
house that I may teach her the laws of man and God.  This we pray in your
Son's Holy Name, Jesus Christ, Amen.
   Cricket looked up and smiled when she heard her new name.  He held her
in his lap one hand on her "down there" and the other feeding her and
himself.  There was a whole fried chicken, boiled potatoes, what must have
been the last of the green beans cooked with an onion, and fried biscuits.
There were stewed limes and oranges.  They did not taste very good but they
helped prevent scurvy.
   He cut the child's rum with water.  He did not let her eat too much. 
The fact that she had been on such poor rations for three weeks made him
careful not to let her over eat.  He finished feeding the child and
himself. He pulled on his sea pants and his night shirt.  Bligh had the
child gather up the dishes and stack them on the tray.  He let her keep the
leftovers wrapped in a cloth napkin.
   He helped her lift the somewhat heavy tray and carry it to the door.  He
sat it in the passage way for the strewed to remove.  They went back in his
cabin.  He led her to the chamber pot.  She squatted over it and went. 
Bligh enjoyed watching the small child as she did normally privet things.
His cock got hard again.
   He had kept the leash attached to her collor.  He used it to lead her
out of the cabin carrying the chamber pot.  He took her to the down wind
side of the ship at the front and let her toss the contents of the pot over
the side.  He showed her a bucket of water and a scrub brush to clean the
pot.
   He lit his pipe from a near by lantern.  He checked the weather and the
set of the sails.  The nigh watch was on deck and a few men were in the
riggings furling the sheets to the spars.  There was some heavy weather
headed their way.  His old sword cut told him.  He hoped that it would not
be too bad of a blow as he loose more cargo in a stormy sea.  Each Nigger
that died was ten pounds sterling out of his pocket.  Not only was he the
Captain of The Queen's Pride he was half owner of this and two other slave
ships.
   This would be his last run.  He had made enough from the last three
years to set himself up in a fine manor house in the Bahamas.  His cold and
religious wife could stay a sea-widow for all he cared.  His son would soon
be 14 and finished with school.  He would bring the boy to live in the
Caribbean.  The two of them would have a small breeding plantation where
they would raise a human crop.
   Light skinned Niggers seemed to sell better on the open market.  He had
no aversion to selling his own half black children into slavery.  With
field hands to work a small self-sufficient place he could train and father
a shit load of slaves.  Hell he knew a few Lords that would pay cash to
fuck the likes of little Cricket here.
   With that thought in his mind he lead the child back into his cabin. 
Bligh had the child undress him.  Once he was nude he went to the chest and
looked for the oils.  He got out both kinds of oil.  He let her see them
both.  She knew the smell of the stinging liniment.  The young child
understood what he wanted.  She could let him use her without a fight or
she could get beaten and tortured with the nasty burning oil.
   Cricket chouse the whale oil.  He let her oil her pussy and ass and then
his stiff cock.  He made sure she used a lot on his cock.  It felt good and
her cunt was going to be so tight he need all the lube he could get.
   Bligh took the child to bed and left the lights on.  He wanted to see
her body as he used it.  He lay her on her back and lifted her legs to her
chest and had her hold them there.  He rubbed her pussy and fingered her.
He took his time stretching the walls of her cunt.  He could have forced
his cock inside of her but he wanted her to grow to enjoy his rape of her.
If she was bad or stubborn there was always time for bruit force and pain.
   Cricket sobbed quietly.  He was hurting her some but not too badly.  She
took no pleasure in his touch.  She did not want the white devil that
called himself Master in her body.  She knew that for now she was powerless
to stop the man.  She would be like the sea and let the river flow into
her, in the end she hoped to consume him.
   Bligh looked at the child that lay under him.  He guided his cock over
her pussy.  He had been able to get three fingers in and out of her easily.
She was tight very magnificently clinging tight.  She was so tight that it
hurt the head of his cock as he thrust it inside of her.
   He fucked the child slowly, for two reasons.  One he wanted this first
rape of her to last a long, long time.  Second he did not what to damage
his toy.  He had seen other children sicken and die from his over zealous
use.
   He was inside of her all the way.  He rested and let her cunt stretch to
fit his cock.  When she adjusted to the size of him he moved in her again.
The child was moaning whether in pain or pleasure he did not know nor did
he care.  He pulled almost all the way out of her and then thrust back in.
She let out a cry of pain and he began to quicken his rape.
   He got off of the child and turned her over on her tummy.  He bent her
legs under her rising her ass in the air.  He got behind her and pushed his
hard cock into her vagina from the rear.  This changed his angle of attack
and made it more painful for the child.  She was crying now and hitting the
bed as he rammed in as fast and as hard as he could.  Her pussy was tight
but stretched to take all five inches of his small cock.  The size of his
cock had driven him to find females that had smaller equipment to match his
small tool.
   He let his cock have its head.  He thrust deeply into her hot wet body
and felt his balls tighten and the head of his cock twitch as he pumped his
cum into the child.
   Cricket felt him shoot something hot inside of her.  She was frightened
of what he would do next.  The white devil let her stand up as he pulled
out of her body.  He picked her up and lay her on the bed.  He lifted his
cock to her mouth and forced her to suck his soft cock.  She cleaned his
shaft and he petted her head as she finished her blowjob.
   He took a dink of rum and offered a sip to the child.  She took it and
let him hold her.  She needed holding even if it was from the white devil
that tormented her.  He held her as they got into his bed.  She fell asleep
in his arms and dreamed of her dry land that everyday fell further and
further behind.
   Cricket felt the call of her bladder as she lay nude in the white
devil's arms.  She thought of pissing on them both but then remembered the
birch cane and the leather strap that he had beaten her with the night
before.  She wiggled in his arms hoping that it would awaken the man.  He
snorted in his deep sleep and snuggled closer to her oiled nude body.
   She shook his arm and called out.  "Master?  Cricket must make her
morning water.  Wake up Master.  One must pee." She said in her own tongue
using the two of the three white devil words she knew, Master, Cricket, and
no.
   Bligh heard the child call out.  "Master?  Cricket mudemby ortamy
sowanyi.  Chib donye Master.  Oconee mudemby soids." The child was pointing
to her privets and then to the chamber pot.
   "OH you have to piss Cricket?" He said as he got out of his small
sea-bed and led the child to the chamber pot.  He watched as she squatted
down over the porcelain night bucket and let down her piss.  He knelt and
spread the dark lips of her mound as her golden urine streamed out of her
black body.  The sight of her nude coal black body pissing and the scent of
her urine made his morning piss cock hard even harder.  He let her hot piss
wash his hands.  He got her pussy wet with her fluid.  He pulled he cunt
open wider and let some of her pee seep inside of her.
   Bligh brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked her golden tangy salty
urine from them.  The African child passed gas and then laughed at the
sound echoing in the chamber pot.  The Englishman praised the child for her
good work patting her on the head.
   He carried the child back to his bed and lay her on her back.  He forced
her to spread her legs wide for him as he pressed his face into her vagina.
Bligh licked the not fully formed lips of her pussy clean.  The child's
urine was soon replaced with her lubrication as her tiny cunt got very wet.
Her small body trembled as he flicked the tan nub of her clitoris.  He
could feel her tummy tighten as she grabbed his head and ground her hips
into his face.
   If the white devil wanted to drink her piss and lick her yonhie until
she got that oh my feeling all over her body it was alright with Tenmeaka.
She felt him thrust a finger in her bottom.  The pain made her do that
thing again in her tummy.  Master sure seemed to like the taste of her
yonhie.  When he pulled off of her yonhie and moved between her legs with
his body she knew he was going to put his manhood into her again.
   She felt her yonhie stretch for the invading cock and then it slid
inside of her.  There was not much pain this time as she was aroused and
properly lubricated and positively ready to be fucked.  It felt good.  She
arched her back and worked her legs around his back.  She had seen her
mother do this many a night when they though that she was asleep.  There
were countless things a child could learn if others thought she were
asleep.
   Bligh aimed his cock between the child's legs and shoved.  He was
surprised how tight she was yet how easily and quickly her body accepted
his thrusting's.  Cricket was moaning and seemed to enjoy his efforts. 
This was more than he had ever gotten from his frigid wife.  All that she
did was quote bible verses and ask him if he were done yet.  Bligh knew
like all of the noble lords, that the jungle bunnies were born fucking and
did so until they died.  The little imp jacked her legs around his body and
fucked him back.  This made him cum in a few strokes.  The child seemed
disappointed that the fucking was over.  His bitch wife could not wait to
get him off of her so she could go cleanse herself from his filthy touch
and then she would knell in prayer for half the night.
   Cricket knew that her mother would often put her mouth on her father's
cock after they had joined.  Soon her father was ridding her mother again.
Mother always had that special look on her face when father's cock was in
her.  Now Cricket knew why.
   The man pulled off of the child and gasp.  It was the best sex he had
ever had.  He was shocked when the little sex ape grabbed his wet cock and
swallowed him whole.  She sucked and licked and tickled his ass.  Bligh to
his great surprise was hard in only a few moments again.  The imp pushed
him down and hopped on his cock and rode him like a bucking horse.  He held
on to her black ass and tried to maintain his erection longer this time. 
He was successful by thinking of his pale icy wife as she made disgusting
faces and asked him if he had remembered to let the cat out.
   The child kissed him on the mouth.  She pressed her hot little sweet
tongue in his mouth.  He opened wider and sucked at her meaty flesh.  He
had never been kiss in the mouth before.  He held her head and then stroked
her ass with his hands.  He felt shame.  He fucking loved this little
non-human.  How could he have such strong feelings of joy with the Nigger
child.
   He looked into the child's deep coffee colored eyes.  Her eyes were
bright and her wide nose flared as she quivered in a climax.  He had never
produced a climax fucking before other than with a whore who he suspected
was faking it.  The child smiled brightly and kissed him again.  Her oh so
white teeth shown bright against the dark chocolate of her lips.  Her ebony
skin glistened with her honest sweat worked up in love for her master.
   Bligh struggled with his upbringing and the society he lived among.  He
weighed that against the feeling this small child gave him.  The fact that
he was master of the ship gave him the internal courage to say fuck
society. I love this child.  I can never tell anyone other than her.  But
God help me she is a human being and not an ape.
   Bligh did not have a problem separating Cricket from the other darkies.
She was different and special.  She was his little black angel.  Bligh
fucked her for a long time and then rolled over to plow deep into her small
lithe body.  She tried to suck him off again but he pulled her to him and
kissed her then he did something that he had never done before.  He ate her
pussy after fucking retuning the favor she had done for him.  He did not
let up until the child was babbling and pushing at him to get off.  He held
the girl and kissed her again.
   He did need to make an appearance on deck.  It was expected that the
Capitan stand his watch just like all the other seamen on the ship.  He
washed his cock which brought another round of oh no you don't Cricket. 
She seemed to think that she owned his prick and demanded access to it
often.  He would have to teach her that his cock was for use in the cabin
only.  It would not do for her to give him head as he stood watching the
men in the riggings of the ship.
   He got dressed and led Cricket nude on deck.  He did not see anything
wrong with her nakedness and nether did the child.  She did not like the
collar on her neck but the Master would not take it off.  The bad weather
he had feared must have passed behind them.  The sky was bright with only
high puffs of white clouds far above them.
   Cricket looked at the wide sea around the small ship The waves rolled
high casting a fine salt spray against the ship Tuffs of white water rolled
off the tops of the waves.  The water was a blue green as it moved like
rolling hills.  White sea birds wheeled over head and cried out to each
other.  The wind pulled the ship closer to Havana Cuba their first port of
call.
   The deck of the ship was nearly always slick with sat spray.  Most of
the fittings on the ship were wooden as iron rusted away quickly in the
salt-sea.  The child slipped on the wet decking and threw her arms around
Bligh's body.  Cricket clung to Master's leg as she was frightened by the
vastness of the sea.
   He patted her head and then pried her fingers off of him.  He lifted her
to his shoulder and swung her around.  She giggled at this play as any
child would do.  The Capitan heard a sailor grumble that it twas not proper
for an English Gentleman to carry on so with a Nigger.
   Bligh sat Cricket down and spun to face the startled sailor.  The
Capitan's face went from a tan white to a scarlet red.  His hand was on his
small sword as he stood in the seaman's way.
   "Seaman Boggs do you have something to say to my face?" Bligh said the
iron rising in his voice and the steel at his side inching out of its
scabbard.
   "No sir, Not at all sir.  I was just saying...." The Welshman mumbled as
he took a step back.  He was a sour ill-tempered braggart when he was at
his best.  His own mother had told him that his foul mouth would be the
death of him yet.
   " YOU were just saying what man?" The Captain asked as another six
inches of the polished steel saw daylight.
   "You will not bugger me!  A Lord ain't got no call to be playing soft
with a Nigge..." He started to reply as he made a grab for his long knife
tucked in his belt.  He probably would not have done it save for the double
round of rum he had last night plus three others he had nickered off some
of the lads when they had their backs turned.
   His mother was right it was the death of him.  Her lout of a son passed
from this world just as the Queen's Pride crossed the thirtieth parallel on
its journey northwestward.  The straight sharp blade of the sword pierced
the man's chest and stopped his heart in one thrust.  Bligh drew his sword
from the body and the sailor fell dead to the deck.
   "Mister Tweed to me!" He called as he turned in a circle to see the
effect of the slaying on the rest of the crew.  No man moved against the
Capitan and his sword.
   " Well men does anyone else have an issue with me being soft with a
Nigger?" He said as he took a step back and found the child by his side. 
He looked down and saw that she had snatched up the dead sailor's knife and
was holding it like she knew how to use it.  She had a hard look on her
face and was daring anyone to step close and harm her man.
   He said softly, That will do dear, give me the knife Cricket." as he
held out his hand for the weapon.  She gave it to him handle first but was
not happy about it.  She did not understand the words but the actions were
clear.  Some of the men were mad at Master and wanted to hurt him.  She was
proud to be a wife of a strong warrior, even if he was a white devil.
   "No sir.  Boggs was a lout and drunkard sir.  What ye do with a darkie
ain't no truck with us sir." A tall Scotsman said from the lower deck.  A
rumble of agreement came from the men on deck.
   "I sir.  What is the trouble here with Boggs?  Besides the fact that he
is dead.  He is dead is he not?" Mr.  Tweed asked as he pushed through a
few sailors that had gathered around the fallen sailor.
   "The late mister Boggs had issues with the way I was treating my pet. 
The fool drew down on me.  I was faster and he is dead.  Search his body
for anything of worth.  Does any man-jack want to sew him a shroud?  If not
heave his carcass over the side.  Tis all the likes his kind shall get from
me.  This means a larger share for all once we unload our cargo in Havana.
The winds are fair and we have gained three days.  This means three day
liberty for all hands once the cargo is sold in Cuba." He said as he
sheathed his weapon.  He would clean it later.  There was no use to incite
the crew by being disrespectful to the dead.
   A round of cheers went up from the crew.  Three men quickly searched his
body and turned their finding over to the Captain.  Boggs had snatched a
few items from several men.  This did not endear the dead man to the crew.
His body was tossed over board with the dead cargo once the daily sweep of
the stinking holds had been made.  Seven bodies fed the fish that day.  Six
men and one boy.  Six black and one white.  The sharks did not seem to
discriminate.  They eat them all with relish.
   The Capitan made his rounds of the ship.  He shot the position of the
sun at high noon with his sextant to fix their latitude.  He consulted his
chronometer to fix their longitude.  When he plotted these to findings on
his charts he could gain a rather accurate idea where on the vast sea they
were.  They were about four weeks out of Havana.
   Cricket was his shadow when ever he went on deck.  She became familiar
with the top decks of the ship.  She was not allowed to go down into the
hold.  She did not want to go down in that stinking pit.  One day she asked
with sign language and her growing pigeon English, if she could climb the
rigging.  n Bligh had seen other black monkey children swing and climb the
vines and trees of West Africa.  He was sure that she would be safe in the
ropes.  He patted her bottom and she scampered up the thick woven ropes and
was soon among the topsails with some of the men.  She played with them
teasing them with a quick sight of her pussy as she opened her nude legs to
grasp a spar or mast.
   She found the crow's-nest and loved the view it gave her.  The wind was
cool and the sun warm as she lay content in the round wooden and rope
shell. She spent hours day after day there when Master did not need her
between his legs.  She got him to service her at least three times a day.
The child suspected that she was warring the old man out.  He did not seem
to mind her absents in the crow's-nest.
   It was there that she meet young Charles Windom, Seaman first class.  He
was fourteen-years-old and just a year from his cabin boy service.  He had
be at sea since he was ten-years-old.  The third son of a Welch dirt farmer
had no prospects of inheriting the small rocky plot of land the English
allowed them to scratch out a living on.  Therefore, he had turned to the
sea for a livelihood.
   She was learning English by immersion.  Her young mind was quick to
learn the new words.  She made a pest of herself always asking what so and
so was.  Why this word had to be in front of that one.  Weather, wither,
whether were beyond her understanding.
   The crow's-nest was not a large platform.  It did have canvas sides and
a solid bottom if she bent down no one could see her from below.  The nest
was on the center mast.  The main mast.  There were two othes one in front
and the other to the rear of the larger center mast.  They were a few feet
shorter than the main mast.
   The young lad was happy to have company in his wind blown lookout perch.
He had a long spy glass and would sweep the horizon for sight of land, or
storms, or the sails of other ships.  There were pirates that played the
seven seas but they were still far out to sea.  Once they reached the
Caribbean Sea they would double the watch.
   He was quite happy to have a nude lithe child that was not shy about
letting him touch her tinder parts.  He taught her English and she taught
him sex.  It seemed a fair trade to them both.  Some of the older men
wondered why the daft lad volunteered to spend so much time in the
riggings. Once he got a good tan on his ass the men knew why but held their
tongues.  It would be death for the child and the boy if Bligh were to find
out about it.
   They did not know that he did know all about it.  Cricket had told him
all that she did with the boy.  Bligh was happy to have someone else feed
her endless need.  After all a man's cock could take only so much pounding
from her still so thigh pussy.  The imp had even gone as far to drag to lad
to bed with them.
   Charles having been a cabin boy was used to getting a good ass fucking
from the Capitan.  She would ride one of them while she sucked the other
one off.  Or she would let the Capitan use her ass while Charles fucked her
with his much larger cock in her pussy.
   The other sailors talked among them as gossip aboard a small ship was a
god given right that no sailor in his right mind would do without. 
However, they knew better than to speak of the goings on in the Capitan's
cabin or the crow's-nest.  It was an early version of don't' ask, and don't
tell.
   The Queen's Pride made good time and was soon in the warmer climes of
the Western Caribbean sea.  The skies to the east of the ship were an angry
black.  The winds had been picking up for the last two days.  The waters
that had been a bright blue were now a stormy slate gray.  Brock did not
let Cricket go up to the crow's nest as the seas were heaving and getting
heavier as the large storm bore down on the ship.
   The ship was secured for rough seas.  Hatches were dogged and portholes
closed and battened tightly.  The lookout cried land ho!  Ten points on the
starboard bow.  The mainsail had been furled tight to its spars as they ran
with just a jib and to foresheets.
   Brock looked at his charts and plotted a course for the Bay of Nipe
(NEE-pai) on the eastern end of Cuba.  There was a good harbor there with
shelter.  They would ride out the storm in the bay.  He hope that they
could outrun the beast as it grew in strength from a gale to a tropical
storm.
   Cricket was ill.  She had not gotten sea sick before but then the
fucking world was not trying to go end over end then.  She lay tide to the
bed.  It was her idea.  She kept getting tossed out on her ass and did not
like that one bit.  She was dressed in a nightshirt Charles had given her.
It was cold and she was shivering.  Master was too busy trying to save them
all to tend to her needs.
   All the African child wanted was for the sea to stop being so mad at
them.  The ship seemed to enter calmer waters as it was not running up and
down the monster fifty foot waves she had seen towering over the mast of
the ship.  She covered her eyes and prayed to mother earth to calm her
brother sea.
   The ship made it into the bay and rode out the worst of the storm.  They
set out a sea anchor and let her drift with the wind in the large bay. 
Most of the hands were manning the bilge pumps to keep the cargo alive and
to save the ship.  Waves were breaking over the bow of the ship as it was
driven into the towering monsters.  The stout oak ship would race up the
face of the wave and then plunge down into the trough tossing all that was
not tied or nailed down around.  The saltwater got everything wet.  It was
a wet miserable terror filled night.
   The hurricane had pounded Saint Domingue, or what is now called Haiti,
and went on to wreck Jamaica.  It died out as it slammed into Central
America.  The ship had some damage so they made for the port of Mayari. 
The ship had lost 20 of its cargo and two sailors drowned at sea.
   Cricket was heartbroken that one of the missing seamen was young
Charles. She was off her food and only wanted to cuddle with Master when he
came to bed.  He was too tired to offer much more than that.  It had been a
narrow miss.  Had they been but half a day late the ship would have been
lost.
   The main mast had been split by the furry of the sea.  The Capitan
anchored in the clear waters of the bay and sent his long boat ashore to
get the needed provisions and material to effect repairs to the vessel. 
The work was completed in three days.
   He took Cricket ashore with him.  She had on a white smock and rope
sandals on her feet.  She was sporting a sun parasol as she walked along
the sandy beach.  She was looking for shells.  There were hundreds of them
cast up by the storm.  She had a basket of the them gathered and was
walking back to where Master was drinking rum with a Spanish man Call Don
Domingo.  He was the acting governor as the former man had died of the pox.
   She saw a tattered young man stumbling down the beach.  He had no shirt
on his back.  His skin was dark red she could see from where she was.  He
stumbled and fell in the water and did not rise.
   She called out to Master that there was someone on the beach.  She ran
to see if the man was drunk or hurt.  She saw the bleached blond hair and
the x scars across his back and she knew him in an instant.  The x scars
had come from a crule drunken sailor the first year that Charles was a
cabin boy.
   She turned him over and tried to pull him out of the water.  He moaned
as she touched his sunburned skin.  She called out her joy.  "Master it is
Churls he lives!  He is ill but he lives!" She said dancing around very
much not like a lady.
   They carried him to a doctor for treatment.  He was found to be
dehydrated and very hungry a bit battered and burned but all in all he
would survive his dunk in the rolling sea.
   Cricket sat by his bed side feeding him conk soup, and fresh fruit.  She
had one hand with a spoon and the other under the covers playing naughty
with his pecker.
   "One should not touch you, You bad boy.  You make Cricket cry.  Why you
fall off boat?" She scolded him but kept masturbating him.
   "It is a ship.  A boat is something you can put on a ship.  I told you
Jack fell over and I dove in after him.  My line broke and I was tossed by
the storm.  Then a giant whale ate me and I kicked his ass all the way to
Cuba." He said with a grin.
   "Oh you, you....  You.....man!" Was the worst thing that she could think
of to call her young lover.
   The Queen's Pride sailed on down the northern coast of Cuba and landed
four days later in Havana the capital city of the long island Spanish
colony.  Bligh had the cargo pulled from the hold and cleaned up the day
before.  Coconut oil was worked into their skin.  They were given salt
baths and a few had corks shoved up their asses to hold back the flux of
diarrhea from the bad food and cramped quarters.  He had the best of the
lot topside as they came into port.  Many of the niggers were glad to see
land.  The wise one's knew that only suffering and pain lay ahead.
   The port of Havana had a great stone fortress overlooking the clear blue
waters that lapped at the wooden pilings supporting the network of wharves,
jutties and piers.  The docks were crowded filled with bails of cotton and
bundles of raw sugarcane.  There were crates and cages filled with foul and
squealing pigs.  Black salves loaded the holds of waiting ships while
overlords watched and whipped the ones they deemed were moving too slow.
   The Queen's Pride was towed into port by three long boats.  Twenty black
men chained to the center of the boats worked long oars and guided the
large ship to its berth at the end of the wharf.  Black iron cages were
lined up at the end of the pier.  Buyers jostled with each other as they
saw the ship near the wharf.  The men shouted out bids and waived bank
notes as they listed the cargo they were interested in.
   "Five and twenty, for good field hands.  Three and ten for female house
niggers." one called out.
   " Six and twenty I say.  I will take ten at that price providing they
are stout and don't have the pox." another countered.
   " Four guineas for a stud nigger.  Must be strong and have good lines."
a thin man in a frocked coat called out as he waved a lace handkerchief.
   " Stand down lads.  I will drop the gangway and ye can tag your prizes
with colored rags.  I will mark the deal and once a price has been struck
the jigs are yours to hull off.  They are a good lot.  We lost no more than
66 in the passing.  We are three months and 20 days out of Africa.  Terms
are cold hard coinage, I'll not take a bank note.  Those not taken in the
rush will be sold at auction at the slave market at six bells.  Men stand
to and line the starboard gunnels.  Shoot any jig that makes for the dock
or water unchained.  Lower the gangway Mr.  Tweed." the captain shouted
over the din that the thirty or so buyers below were making.
   The ship was settled against the wharf and mooring lines were cast and
made fast to the tall pilings.  The long oak gangway was let out and
thudded against the pier.  The gentlemen shoved and pushed their way onto
the ship grabbing a bag of colored rags and raced among the lines of human
cargo.
   They uses a practiced eye to find the good ones.  Teeth were examined as
were the sex organs of the men and women.  Once the men had all had a
chance to look over the cargo and they had made their choices the rest of
the cargo that was not selected was driven below decks to be sold at
auction later that day.
   Families were torn apart.  Husbands were sold to different owners many
never to see their loved ones again.  A few lucky ones were sold as a unit
or by chance to the same buyer.  The buyers here were middlemen, they would
sell the niggers to plantation owners or to the business men that owned the
warehouses lining the docks.
   The cries of the slaves fell on deaf ears.  The new owners did not care
one iota for the feelings of their new property.  They were clapped in
irons and marched or drug down the gangway and herded into rented pens
until the auction or for those who were headed for the plantations ox carts
were brought up and the slaves transported in land.
   Dayo was groped by a thin white man with a crule face.  He fondled her
breast and milked the tit seeing how much milk would flow.  She was large
with child and had not lost the baby on the voyage.  Whether that was a
blessing or a curse she did not know.  Two of her tribe's older women had
fed her their rations to keep her baby alive.  It had cost them their lives
but they knew that a death at sea was better than what unknown misery lay
ahead in the land of the white devils.
   Sir William Justice had a small bark in which he was going to fill with
these African niggers and sail to Savanna Georgia some 660 miles to the
north.  He could get twice what he paid for them down here.  The slave
trade was booming and demand far out stripped the number of niggers landing
in the states.
   " I will take this one and these three women here, and that Teen and
those two girls.  How much for the five females down at the end of the
line? They seem ill." Sir William said as he wanted to lower the price.
   " I'll take no less 25 Shillings each for these five.  10 for the
pregnant one, 23 for the three young teens, 8 for the older girl and 6 each
for the young girls.  That comes to let me see, 218 Shillings." Bligh said
as he totaled the list.
   " Well sir as I see it the lot is worth no more than 180, and I am being
generous at that sir." the thin Scot said as he fondled one of the young
girls.
   " Aie ye are being generous with my gold.  I'll not go a Shilling less
than 210 and that sir is my final offer." Bligh said as he countered the
Scot's offer.
   " But sir I still must transport the niggers north to Georgia, and then
there is the excise tax the Governor is imposing.  Let us say 190 and
done." he said as he offered his hand to the captain.
   " Sir the fact that the Governor is taxing you American's does not
concern me one bit.  The sun is setting and I must be away with the niggers
I have yet to sell.  Give me 200 and take them straight away."
   "Capitan ye drive a hard bargain.  Done then at 200 Shillings.  Boy
bring the strong box." Sir William called to a tall dark slave carrying a
heavy chest that was chained to his neck and waist.
   " Yes Mass'er.  Here it be sir." the buck said as he knelt down on all
fours and placed the heavy coffer on his back.
   The Scotsman unlocked the box and counted out 50 gold Crowns.  He handed
the coins over to the captain as the officer drew up a bill of sale for the
niggers.  He dusted the iron ink and then rolled the document up and handed
it over to the new owner.  The slaves were cut out of the line and the
Scotsman had his overseer attach a short chain to each of the slave's
collars to longer and heaver one.  Steel leg irons were fastened to their
legs and they were lead down the gangway and loaded to a smaller ship at
the other side of the dock.
   They were forced down into a dark stinking hold where they could not
stand but had to crouch.  The deck of the hold was freshly tarred and
smelled of pitch.  The sticky black tar got on their skin and when they
laid down it stuck to their hair.  The hatch was closed and the miserable
slaves huddled in the total darkness.  The sun was going down but it was
still over 90 in the stifling compartment.  There was no water, and no food
had been given to them.
   " Dayo is that you?  It is me Sanball.  Thank the Gods that you live.  I
do not think many from our village are still alive." the young girl said as
she knelt on the sticky floor.
   "Sanball it is good to see you.  I think that I saw Twowana up on the
top of the big boat.  She had on a white dress and was watching from the
back.  She looked well.  I wish that I could die.  I fear we will never see
our homeland again." the woman sobbed as she sat in the tar.
   " Old Mother said where there is life there must be hope.  We shall run
away when the white devils put us on land.  I will kill them all." the
young lass swore.
   " They are many and have the fire sticks and long whips.  You are just a
girl.  What can yu do?  We will all be eaten." the distraught woman cried.
   "Well I will do what I can.  I am Yoruba and so are you." the girl
replied.
   The rest of the salves from the Bligh's ship were chained together and
lead to a square at the end of the wharf.  A large crowd had gathered for
the auction as three ships had made port at the same time.  The slaves that
had not been sold in the rush were going to be sold here.
   There were only 43 left, mainly the young, the ill and the old.  Bligh
did not hold out much hope for this lot but he had made out alright with
the others.  These few would be the icing on the cake.  He had his Cricket
by his side.  He had her on a silver chain attached to her collar.  She had
never seen so many white people at one time.  There were more black men and
women than white and brown.  She wondered why the black men did not rise up
and strike down the ones that abused them so.
   The child could make a distinction between her Master, and the other
white devils.  She clung to him as they worked their way through the throng
of humanity crowding the square.  There was a platform in the center of a
large stone building.  It was the largest manmade thing she had ever seen.
Her eyes were wide with wonder as each turn exposed some new marvel.  There
were carts laden with fresh fruit and fish.  There were bundles of long
green sticks that were sugarcane.  She saw her first white woman.  She was
being carried on a chair supported on long polls by for strong black men.
They wore only a tight loincloth and the stripes of many a savage beating.
   The woman wore a white linen dress and had a lace parasol shading her
from the late evening sun.  Her lips were bright red and her skin was white
as the sand near the great water.  Cricket did not know that the woman's
face was covered with a lead based makeup.  The woman smiled at Bligh and
waved to him as her divan parted the crowd and the niggers sat the chair
down.
   " Why Captain Bligh it has been too long since I have seen you.  How was
your passage?  Well I trust.  I see you do not have many jigs left to sell.
My what a nice pet you have there.  Does she bite?" the lady asked as she
took Cricket's face in her hand and studied it.
   "Lady McFaul it has been nigh on to a year since my last call here in
Havana.  The passage went as well as one could hope.  We lost only 60 or
so. Yes these here are the last of the lot.  This is Cricket.  Say hello to
her Ladyship Cricket." Bligh said as he nudged the child forward.
   " Tis a royal good pleasure to meet your Lady ship." Cricket said
wondering what a lady ship was.  Were there lord ships and lady ships.  She
only knew the one she just got off of.
   "Oh how cute.  You taught it to talk just like a real child.  Well
Cricket it is a royal good pleasure to meet you.  Is she for sale?  I could
use her in the inn."
   " No your Ladyship, I am keeping her.  She will be my house nigger.  If
you will pardon me I must attend to the sale of my niggers.  It was good to
see thee.  I am afraid that this is my last passage.  I am selling my
interest in the company and taking my leave.  I will be looking for a small
plantation her in Hispaniola.  Good day to thee then." he said with a short
bow as he lead the child up to the sellers box.
   There as an old man sitting at a desk on the platform.  He saw Bligh
enter his box and banged a gavel to bring order to the sale.
   " Good God fearing folk far and wide, come now to order.  I have just in
from West Africa lot 2-34, Twenty seven field hands buck strong and hail
and hardy.  Twenty comely and tame house niggers, there are weavers, cooks
and wash-women as well as good breeding stock.  Some old some young. 
Asking price my lord?" the man said nodding to Bligh.
   " Five Shillings each.  They are stout stock and took the passage well.
A few weeks on dry land and some iron rations and they will fatten up and
be an asset to any plantation." he said addressing the crowd.
   " Right then what is the first bid?  Do I hear 5, looking for 5."
   " Two and a half." a tall man sitting in the back row called out.
   " I have two and a half, do I hear three?  Looking for three."
   " Three here." a short Spaniard called from the left side of the square.
   " Good then I have three.  Do I hear four?  Looking for four."
   " Three and a quarter." the first bidder countered.
   " Good I have three and quarter.  Do I hear four?  Looking for four."
   " Three and three quarters and I am done." the Spaniard called.
   " I have three and three quarters.  Do I hear four and a half?  Looking
for four and a half." the auctioneer called out banging his gavel.
   " Five and a half for the lot." the Lady McFaul said as a few heads
turned in the crowed.
   " I have five and half.  Do I hear six?  Six going once.  Fair warning
now at five and a half, final call at five and a half.  No bids?  Then sold
to her Ladyship for five and a half.  Well done.  Next Lot is 4-23 seven
nigger boys well broken to house and other tasks all bread from local
stock." the auctioneer said as Bligh's niggers were taken from the block
and handed over to Lady McFaul's agent.  The captain filled out the bill of
sale and took the cash and added it to his strong box.  He had with him
Mister Tweed his first mate.
   " Well done then Mister Tweed.  I will be away to a pub for a bit of Ale
and a bite of supper.  Do me the honor of joining me for a pint." Bligh
said as he locked the small chest that now held the entire cash from this
passage.
   "Aie sir, t'would be a pleasure for sure, but begging the captains'
pardon I have a whore down at the Old Dobb Inn that is awaiting my tender
attention.  By your leave then sir." the old sea salt said bobbing his
head.
   " Very well then Tweed I shall see you on the morrow.  Good luck with
the whore." he said as he lead Cricket out of the slave market and sought
out his favorite Inn.  He did not notice the six pairs of eyes following
him down the crowed narrow streets.  Cricket was taking in all of the new
and strange sights and smells.
   They made their way to a side ally where a large oak carved sign
proclaimed the Cock and Bull Eatery and Inn.  The front of the small
building was whitewashed and had but two windows flanking an ironclad door.
The glass had once graced a cathedral in Jamaica but had been pillaged
during one of the many wars between England and Spain.
   Bligh entered the establishment and sought a table in the rear.  The Inn
had a goodly crowed and the small room was filled with smoke from pipes and
the cooking fire in which turned a suckling pig.
   They sat an oaken round table and waited for the serving wench to come
to them.  He sat the strong box beside him on the bench and had Cricket sit
in his lap.  A tired nigger girl came and wiped the table off with a wet
rag and asked him what his pleasure was.  He ordered a pint of bitters for
himself and a watered down grog for Cricket.
   " I'll have a plate of pork and what ever greens cook has in the pot
also." he said as he slipped his hand up the nigger child's dress on his
lap.
   " Yes sir." the light skinned teen said as she went to the bar to draw
their drinks and give their order to cook.
   " Why Bligh yo old seadog when did yo get into port?  Looks like yo
found a bit of fluff to past the time with." a tall fat Spaniard said as he
wiped his hands on a stained cloth and sat uninvited at the table.
   " Don Pablo, I would have thought by now you would have been swinging
from a yardarm.  This is Cricket, she is my house nigger.  I am quitting
the sea.  This is my last passage.  I am looking for a small hacienda with
a few good fields that will sport a truck patch.  I plan to run a breeding
plantation with my son.  He is just out of school in England and will be
joining me next month."
   " Well yo don't say?  I would have never guess that my friend.  I though
that the sea would take yo old bones.  I do know of such a hacienda that
sets well back off the bay.  There is fresh water and a good stand of
bananas.  Don Dejesus was taken by the pox and his widow wants to return to
Hispania.  I think she is a match as yo say made in heaven no?  I will send
my boy to her in the morning.  Come my friend and enjoy the pig it was a
good one.  I only fucked it once before I cut its' throat." the jolly fat
man laughed.
   " Just once?  You must be getting old.  That sounds like just the place
I have been wanting.  I'll take a room if you have a clean one." he said as
Cricket jerked on his lap as she had a nice orgasm from his finger fucking.
   The six thugs sat watching the captain through the evening.  They tipped
the serving nigger a bit of copper to add some strong spirits to his ale.
The English man soon was in his cups and had his nigger slut ridding his
cock there at the table.  No one took special notice of their fucking.  A
few thought that he showed poor taste in his soft treatemnt of the nigger.
   Don Pablo helped the nigger child carry/drag the drunk seadog to his
room.  He tossed the man in a rope bed and then grabbed the nigger child.
   " Here now yo little slut.  I saw how he fawned over ye.  Tis not a
right thing for a white man to carry on so with a darkie.  This is what a
little slut like yo needs." he said as he ripped off her dress and tossed
her on the floor.  He pulled her legs apart and slammed his stiff cock in
her body.  She tried to fight him off but he was too large and she had too
much to drink.
   He rode her hard and gave her a good beating until she passed out.  He
turned her over and raped her up the ass.  He kicked the child senceless
and then opened the door.  Here he is boys, cut his throat and dump the
body in the bay.  Take the slut to the end of the wharf there is a small
bark headed for the Americas.  Sir William will give you a shilling or two
for the brat.  Fuck her for a while if you want.  She is a tight cunt and
has a nice ass." he said as he took the strong box and kicked Bligh in the
head.  The drunk man flopped in the bed but did not move.
   One of the men pulled down the Englishman's breaches and fucked him in
the ass.  Cricket was held over a bench and forced to service the killers.
One fucked her in the ass while another ran his long cock up her tiny cunt.
She came to and cried out.  A cock was shoved in her mouth.  She was crying
as a third man forced his thick cock down her throat.  She tried to fight
back but only got a beating which broke her nose.
   She struggled to keep concuiss as they rapped her through out the night.
She was bleading from her pussy and ass.  She puked a vile mixture of rum
and cum as they tossed her on the floor.  She screamed as one of the men
drew a sharp knife across her lover's throat.  A heavy boot shut her up and
she slid into blackness.
   Cricket awoke sore and ill.  She was bound and laying in stinking tar.
She tired to move but there were others in the dark chamber.  She knew that
she was out to sea for the salt air and heaving deck told her she was no
longer on land.
   " Oh God they have killed him!"she cried in anguish as she struggled
against her bonds.
   " Shut up child.  Yo will make the white deivel's angry." a voice in the
darkness said in her native tongue.
   " Who is that?  Is that you Dayo?  It is I Tenmeaka.  Thought that ye
were dead.  They killed my white husband and raped me.  Oh what is to
become of us?" Cricket said as she wept for her lost love and lost freedom.
   "Who is to know the way of the river of life?  It is best if ye go with
the flow.  Life will be easier that way child.  I hope we get to where we
are going soon.  I do not want to birth this child here on the great water.
In the morning light that came through the iron grillwork they could see
that all of them were young girls and women.  There was not a man or boy in
the hold of the ship.  Cricket counted the bodies she got 32 one time and
33 the next.  It hurt here head to work the large figures as in her tribe
there were numbers for up the fingers on your hands and then there were
many, or big many.  Their language was all oral as they did not have a from
of writing.
   The hatch was opened and a bucket of slop was lowered down on a rope. 
Three water skins were tossed down and then the hatch was shut.  I was not
until after dark that the hatch was opened and a ladder lowered.  A white
devil with a lantern and a club came down.  He held the light high and
pointed at a young teen near him.  He shouted at her to get her ass up the
ladder.  The young girl moved to him and he unlocked her from the rest.
   " Here now nigger get your ass up here.  Oh shit she is covered with
tar. Well douse her with turpentine and scrub her ass.  It is hard to tell
where the tar starts and where the tar baby ends." Sid an able bodied
seaman said as he pulled the teen up and slammed the hatch closed.
   "Let me see her in the light.  Look here her pussy ain't got no tar.  I
get tar from the damned ropes and rigging so a little from a nigger whore
ain't bother'n me none." another sailor said as he dropped his canvas pants
and mounted the young black girl.  She babbled on in her native tongue
until some one shoved a sticky tarred rag in her mouth.  Three men held her
over a keg one held her arms over her head the other two each held a leg.
   The Yankee lad aimed his stiff cock at the young nigger slut and parted
her cunt.  It was dry but tight.  He shoved it in and felt something in her
tare.  Her cunt was wet with her blood so his cock slid in and out of her
body.  He pumped her thighs and grabbed a handful of hair.  He bit her
swelling breast until he drew blood.  He jerked in her body and filled her
womb with cum.  The poor child was ovulating and futile.  She conceived his
son who would be sold into slavery and a life of sorrow and agony.  All
that his father gave him was a touch of cream in his coffee colored skin.
   The ten man crew took turns fucking the child.  At times there were
three men in her body.  One in her mouth one in her ass and another in her
abused pussy.  She passed out near dawn but by then most of the men had
spent their lust in her body.
   " Dumb cunt!  I said suck this cock." Sid yelled at the semiconscious
teen.
   Yabna rolled her head and looked up at the man through swollen eyes. 
Her nose was broken along with a few ribs.  Her head was pounding and all
she wanted was for the white devils to leave her alone.  She saw the slimy
man root inches from her lips.  It smelled of shit, her own as the man had
just fucked her up the bottom.  The wide head of the stiff cock was coated
with a lumpy mass from her ass.  She opened her mouth and the cock was
thrust deep inside.  The stinging shit burned her mouth and she gagged on
the foul taste.  Bile rose in her guts and she vomited on the man's legs.
   "You dumb nigger slut!  Fucking puking on my new boots!  I will learn
you, you yard ape coon." he screamed as he kicked her in the face.
   " Belay that Seaman Sid.  You have had your fun with the nigger.  I can
not use a broken slut or one barren from your abuse.  One more blow and her
cost is coming out of your hide." Sir William yelled as he came on deck of
the small ship.
   " But me boots!" the fuming man sputtered.
   " Have the cunt lick them clean and then she goes back in the hold.  I
let you men have a bit of fun and you abuse my trust.  There will be no
more nigger pussy for the rest of the trip." he ordered as he went aft to
talk to the capitan of the Flying Pig.
   " Aie sir, as ye wish.  T'is more than a man can stand sir.  We be six
weeks to Savanna.  What are we to do bugger the cabin boy?"
   " You did in the past, just leave my niggers alone.  Next man I catch
fucking one gets paid off in an ounce of lead between the eyes.  It that
clear?" William ordered as he showed a brace of flintlock pistols primed
and ready.
   " Aie sir we have the right of it.  No worry sir not a cunt hair upon
their pussy's will be touched." the sailor said as he grabbed a bucket of
sea water and tossed it in the beaten teen nigger.
   " Jake take the cunt down in the hold and chain her tight.  Look to the
jib set more cloth so this tub will fly.  The sooner we make Savanna the
sooner we get laid."
   Sir William kept an eye on his niggers.  He made sure that they got
water and food and that no one abused them other than him.  He took a new
girl or woman to his bed and plowed her field as the ship plowed the sea.
He had knocked up six of the women.  The niggers would be slave factories
pumping out pickananies each year.  He had no trouble selling his children
into a life of slavery and abuse.  His offspring would be cream colored and
mild.  The blacker the niggers were the wilder and harder they were to
train.
   He owned 400 acres of good bottom land and would still plant cotton. 
But the big money would come from planting niggers in his sluts.  His good
friend and neighbor Master James Baldwin had a thousand acres adjoining
his. His plantation manner was a vat estate with pecan and peach trees.
   He had sired three girls and they were as vicious and randy as he was.
He had trained them early to enjoy the pleasuers of the flesh.  Some men
would have killed their daughter if they caught them fucking a darkie.  Not
Master James he told them that if they got knocked up they would have to
carry the brat and then brand the baby when it came out and raise it as a
slave selling the bastasrd when it was old enough to turn a proffit.  He
figured it was one more nigger to add to his stable.
   He often invited Sir William over to share a nigger or two.  They would
walk the plantation wearing ridding breaches tall black ridding boots and
carrying long bullwhips.  Their bare chests glistened with sweat from the
lashings they gave out.
   The Flying Pig made Savanana harbor on the third of May 1794.  Jim his
house nigger was there at the dock waiting with three ox carts to hull the
new cunts home.  Two of the young girls had died on the passage and were
dumped overboard at sea.  One of the black niggers was due anytime now. 
She was taken to the birthing cabin and attended my Mammy Grace.  She was a
fat kindly old nigger who's child bareing days were through.  She had
brought more little pickanyays that most white doctors in Georgia.
   Sir Williams sent a calling card to his friend and fellow pedophile. 
Although the age of concent for white females was at the time 10 years old
there was no age of concent for slaves, as slaves did not have the
opportunity to express concent or the right to refuse any thing that their
masters wanted.  They were nothing more than property not worth much more
that a prized hunting dog or a fine throughbread.
   Master James road his new nigger pony Topisy.  He had taken a week to
break the child to the halter and tack she wore to pull the two wheeled
cart.  The young nigger slut was nude save for heavy iron shoes that were
clamped to her feet.  She sported a long horse tail that was incerted up
her rectum.  The slick wood had to be clenched tightly or it would pop out.
If this were to happen the pony would be whipped and have her budding tits
clamped with iron cleats that drug the ground.  Any sound that came from
her mouth could only be that made by a real pony.  She could not use her
hands to feed herself nor to drink from a vessel.  She was fed oats and
grass only.  She had to lap water from a troth or a muddy puddle.  A saw
trap was inserted up her cunt to endues etxream agony at the yank of a
cord. Blood ran from her cunt as she struggled to keep up the pace her
master demanded.
   He ran her down the crushed shell and limestone drive of his frinend's
plantation.  The long lane was stained red from the shreaeded hands and
feet of the young child.  She pulled the cart to the hitching post and then
collapsed in agony.
   " Whoa there girl.  I did not tell you to rest.  Get your horse ass up."
he shouted as he cracked the whip across her bare bottom.  The nigger
twitched but could not rise.  She curlled into a ball and wept.  Sobbing as
the leather lash bit into her tender flesh.  The master rained down blow
after blow on her pussy and ass.  When she did not respond to the whip he
jumped down and use a prod on her body.  The prod was long steel rod that
forked several times at its end.  The points would only enter the body
about an inch so there was little danger in killing the slave.
   He ripped the tail out of her ass and rammed the prod deep in her body.
She screamed and begged the master not to beat her any more.
   Sir Williams came out leading two new little nigglets ages 4 and 5. 
Their bodies were nude and well oiled.  Their perfict skin was as yet
unmarked.  That would all end this night in the branding session.  All of
the new nigger girls and women would taste the hot iron of the flying W.
   " Good day Master James.  I see you are having problems with the new
pony.  She seems done in.  Let my Mammy take a look at her and see if she
can set the nigger right.  You know that we are branding this evening.  The
darkness shows off the red hot iron so much better.  I have old Bess, she
is well broken to pull a cart.  Let me send the cunt home with you and I
will keep this one here." he said as he looked at the bleeding nigger.
   " Well fuck, Topisy does look done in.  See what you can do with the
slut.  You have so much more patients than I do William.  I see you have
two sweet little cunts here.  They look fresh.  I bet they have not had a
good ass fucking.  I would like the taller one may I have her after she is
branded?" Master Jaimes asked as he traced the outlines of the children's
cunts with his ridding crop.
   " Aha now Master James you have gone and spoiled the supprise.  These
two are for your enjoyment.  Concider them a gift.  I had Toby weld up a
new brand he calls it the circle MJ.  I think it is quit stunning.  I can't
wait until I hear some nigger flesh sizzle as the red hot iron is touched
to their skin." Willian said as he handed over the sivler chain leashs to
his friend.
   The nigger children had been given laudanum to clam them down and make
the little hellcats more manageable.  Old Mammy had dosed them up good with
her secriet herbs and fungus that made the children horny and randy.  The
little dumb sluts were drooling and there eyes were glassed over as they
were stoned.  Their pussy's were dripping female lubrication and they
absenmentmindedly masterbated pulling at the lips of their cunts.  James
had the two taken back to his plantation for use later after he had fucked
over some of the new niggers here.
   Mammy came and unhooked the bloodied child from the cruel contraption
and then carried her to her cabin.  She pulled the gunnysack curtain over
the opening to her hut and laid the child down on a corn husk bed.
   "Lord child, he done runinet yo pussy.  I doubts now yo be able to have
young'ns at t'all.  Yo just hush now darlin' Mammy she knows what is best
fo you.  Now here yo drink this it make yo feel more better fast.  What yo
need is some uninterrupted sleep.  Pretty soon yo be feelin' sleepy and
all. Yo just go with that." the old negro said as she had the child sip
drugged tea.  Soon the child was nodding off and in a few more moments she
was sound asleep.
   The old Mammy cleaned the child's torn pussy and packed it with Spanish
Moss laced with aloe and honey.  The moss would draw out the infection and
promote healing, as would the honey.  She wrapped her injured feet and then
soaked them in a Epsom salt bath.  She doused the child's abrasions with a
solution of witch-hazel and aloe.  She did the best she could do for the
child and then covered her with a quilt made of old flower sacks and
stuffed with raw cotton.  She tried to close her ears to the screams coming
from the branding pit.  She knew that she would have a long night seeing to
the wounds and abuses the masters would heap on the new young girls and the
older women.
   " Oh God no, Master.  I begs yo no more.  Oh master I do's what yo want.
I be a good nigger.  Ahaa no oh God in heaven..." the young nigger screamed
as she was held by some of the other nigger woman over a rough oak whisky
barrel.
   Sir William held the red hot iron in the coal fire while a nigger boy
worked the billows.  Sparks shot up in the night sky and the flames lit up
the wide pit.  The young teen was nude and had her arms and legs held by
the other new slaves.  The smell of seared flesh filled the air.  A new
brand seeped blood and fluid from the circle on her round ass.  He pulled
the iron from the fire and held it inches away from her other ass cheek. 
He could see her skin redden and darken as the reflected heat burned her.
   " Oh lord!  Ahaaa no oh god masser oh it hurt so bad....  Ahaaa" Ruby
screamed as he pressed the hot iron to her flesh.  He could hear the skin
sizzle and crack as the iron burned into her hide.  It stuck to her a bit
as he pulled it away.  This sent a new wave of agony up her ass.  The
nigger pissed and then shit and then passed out.
   " Douse the cunt with salt water and tie her to the bench.  I will let
Duke play with her ass.  You the thin one holding her leg, get on the
barrel.  See if you can hold your tongue and take the brand.  I think I
will call you Thistle as you look thin and slickly with all that kinky
pussy hair." he said as he put the iron back in the fire for the next
nigger to bare his mark.
   Sir James was fucking a dark young nigger girl who had just had her
moon-time and was ready to catch a nigger pup in her cunt.  He had the slut
bent over a small bale of cotton and was fucking her from behind.  One of
the nigger children was at the sluts face as the nigger sucked the child's
cunt.
   James watched his cock slide in her body and then ease out to its full
length and then he would slam it in all the way to his balls.  The black
cunt was tight and hot as he worked his cock in and out of her body.  The
young child moaned weither in agony or joy he did not know and did not give
a shit.  She was a thing to fuck, a cow to make with calf, just a piece of
propertry to be used as he saw fit.  He could feel his balls tighten and he
got that pain-pleasuer in the head of his dick signling that he was going
to cum soon.  He grabbed her by the hair and shoved his manhood deep in her
black cunt.  The lord and master shot his load of cum flooding the nigger's
womb.  She would catch twins from the white devil, cream colored niggers
with blue eyes.  He pulled out and forced the child to get down on her
knees and suck his cock clean.  The screams of the new nigger on the barrel
got him hard again.
   William held the branding iron a few inches from the budding chocolate
breast.  The brand would circle the tit and cross it with the first letters
of his name.  He saw the fear in the child's eyes as she shook and
trimbled. She cringed as he moved the iron to her skin.
   " Ahaaa oh lord...  no, oh no...  masser no more.  I k'ain't takes it no
more.  Oh please sir it hurt so bad.  Oh mammy oh dear lord in heaven..."
she sobbed and the hot iron bit into her chest.
   "Well Master James that is the last of them, let us take the rounds of
the cabins and find a good slut to give us a dog and pony show.  I got a
new mastif from England and his cock is as large as a nigger buck's.  I
call him Duke.  I think that old Ninnie has dried up.  She has been fucked
every day and night for six months now and has not caught a brat.  She must
be going on something like 30.  Her tits are sagging and she has lost all
of her teeth.  You feel like a bit of team whipping?" Sir William asked as
he tossed the iron in a bucket of watter.  It sizzled and sent steam up as
it rapidly cooled.
   " Sounds like a smashing idea.  Why not get your lovely daughters to
come down and join us.  They do like a good show." James answered as he
pulled from the young nigger child that was sucking his ass hole.
   " Mars go fetch the girls and have them bring their whips.  Tell them to
wear just red pantaloons and come bare-chested." he ordered as he had his
overseer take the new stock to the breeding hut.  He did keep seven mild
tempered and well broke nigger studs to plant some black into his stock.
   The two white men walked down the rows of mud and log cabins.  They
could hear the sounds of niggers rutting.  He let his bucks from the field
come and fuck any woman they wanted.  He let none of them jump the broom, a
pratice that subuted for a christan marriage.  The niggers did not have
souls so how could they be given the grace of God.
   Oil lamps shown in a few of the huts.  The men looked in and saw a huge
buck nigger fucking a light skinned high yellow teen.  The redheaded slut
had her legs up on his back and was rutting like a pig.
   " Oh yea, that's my Nigger, fucks me honey.  Yea plant me a good little
nigger fo maser.  Work dat ass motherfucker." the colored gal called out as
she was enjoying her nightly fucking.
   "Good work Tobias knock the cunt up.  If she catches a coon, I will be
given you some extra molasses and a chicken just for you boy." William said
as he gave the bouncing black ass a slap with his ridding crop.
   " Thank ye masser, I be fucken dis bitch like da ain't no tommrow.  I
does good sir." the big buck said as he rammed his thick black nigger cock
up the small teen's body.
   They walked to the end hut and went in.  Old Ninnie was down on her
knees sucking a young nigger boy's small cock.  The boy could not have been
more than seven or eight.  The little coon was smiling and bobbing his
kinky head.  He had drool spilling out of his slack jaw.  He was inbred as
his sister was his mother.  The old coon had an ear of field corn and was
fucking the boy up the ass as she sucked on his stiff little prick.
   William dropped his flap on his breaches and lifted the dirty sack the
old cunt wore and spit on her ass.  She had taken so many cocks up the ass
that her anus was a mass of hymroids.  He felt her rubbery ring open for
him as he trust his cock head in her bowel.
   " Oh maser da feel so good.  Yo knows how to make old Ninnie feel hot."
   "Shut up dumb cunt." he said as he rammed his cock home in her clinging
ass.
   James went to the head of the small cot and pulled the halfwit out of
the nigger's arms and bent him over a crudely made oak table.  The nigger
babbled and grinned as the white man bent his legs under his body and used
his ass.  The boy cried out moaning and rocking saying over and over " Jub
my bibe, jub jub."
   James saw his white cock slide up the nigger child's ass.  The hole
stretched and brown shit squiched out.  He felt the soft black skin of his
ass rub against his.  He reached down and twisted the long thin black cock.
   " Ubb, jub, jub.  Aooo Jub my twee." the retarded nigger sang as he
pounded on the side of the table.
   "This little monkey chatters just like the ones I saw in Niger.  His
bugger hole is tight enough though.  I don't think you will get much for in
at the market and you surely do not want to breed him.  He is a witless
fool." James said as he pounded the nigger child's asshole.
   "You are right.  I think that Duke and Brute will enjoy both of these
niggers.  Come on Ninnie old Duke wants some of this hot old ass.  You love
the dogs don't you nigger." he laughed as he shot a lode of cum up her ass.
   " Oh Lord no sir, not them mean dogs.  I be afferd of dem something
awful.  I do anybody yo want sir but not dem dogs.  Please sir." the old
cunt begged as he kicked her out of her cabin.
   " Shut the fuck up.  Look here come the girls." he said as he drew the
whip across the niggers ass drawing blood.
   " Hello father.  Are we going to watch the boys fuck some niggers?  I
got my new whip out that you got for me.  I just love it.  It cuts like a
sword when I flick it across some dumb nigger's backside." Penny his
eleven-year-old daughter said.  She was dressed in red leather pantaloons
and high thigh leather ridding boots.  Her long red hair was done up in
tight braids that hung down her back.  She had the beginnings of a nice set
of tits.  Her nipples were a soft pink and puffy.  The child had her whip
coiled over her left shoulder.
   " That's my girl.  I got some new niggers in today.  Tomorrow go down
and find a new toy to play with.  June you look stunning this evening I see
that you are starting to show in the belly." he said to his 13 year-old
middle daughter.  They would have to wait and see if the child were white
or black as she had fucked her daddy and half the niggers on the
plantation. If it was her fathers she would have a bother/son.  If it was
one of the niggers she would have one of the wet nannies raise it until it
was old enough to sell off.
   " I am sure it is your's daddy.  I only fucked the niggers when my pussy
was bloody.  I want to fuck up some nigger bitch tonight.  I brought my
wailing sticks." she said as twirled the bamboo six feet long shafts.
   " Well if it is a girl we can both teach her the joys of nigger flesh
and if it is a boy you can teach him how to fuck and suck.  How are you
doing Jennie?"
   " I am well father.  I spent most of the day in bed with mother.  She
needs a lot of cleaning.  She sends her love but she is using Opal the
house nigger." his 14 year-old daughter said.  She had raven hair that blew
wild in the wind.  She carried two ten foot bull whips and knew how to use
them.  She had taken the hide off of half the black's on the plantation. 
She had a new little nigger that called herself Cricket.  The child clung
to the older teen and wondered where her beloved Master Bligh was.  She
could not bring herself to think him dead.  She had awoken on another ship
and could not remember what had happened the night before.
   " Right then lets get to it.  Girls bind these two niggers to the K-9
bench and give them a good thrashing.  I want those pickaninny's screaming
before the boys fuck them."
   Jennie uncoiled her whips and sent the tips cracking at the feet of the
halfwit's feet driving him to the low wooden bench.  Her sisters pushed the
nigger child down and tide his small black body facedown.  They used wet
rawhide to cut deep into his filthy nigger flesh.  The boy moaned and
yelled when June drove two square cut nails through his small nut sack
pinning his eggs to the wood.  The child babbled on until he saw William
leading two huge black and tan beast.  Their wide jaws snapped and thick
ropes of drool fell from their jaws.
   James kicked the old nigger woman to the ground and then drug her to the
other low bench.  He lashed out with his crop cutting her fat flabby ass.
   " Oh no sir, have mercy I beg you not da dogs.  I be so skeart of dem.
Dem dogs is da Devil.  Oh my God no...  please I be a good nigger.  I make
some more babies soon.  I been a good nigger for yo boss.  I done give yo
plenty babies, yes sir I did." the terrified nigger begged.
   "What you don't like to play with the nice dogs?  Tough shit." he said
as he pulled her fat legs apart and tied them to the legs of the bench. 
Her fat ass was high in the air.  Her ebony skin shown a green tint in the
torchlight.  Her arms were tightly bound to the front legs and a thick wire
was run around her gut holding her to the center of the low bench.
   The massive dogs pulled at the chain lead William held in his hand.  The
beast snarled and snapped at the niggers bound before them.  They had been
beaten everyday by a nigger so they hated the smell of a darkie.  James
took a jar that held the blood of a bitch in heat and rubbed it on the
boy's ass.  Then he poured the rest of the thick blood on the old niggers
snatch and ass.
   The bull mastiffs got wind of the bitch's blood and their dog cocks grew
out of the skin sack.  The cocks were wide and pointed and swelled as the
animals grew excited.  A bulb as large as an apple expanded near the base
of the cock.  Clear fluid leaked from the tip as they shot their watery
cum. Duke rammed his nose into the nigger's cunt.  His wide rough tongue
cleaned the blood off her pussy and then he worked the wet wide thing in
her pussy.
   Ninnie was screaming and shaking as the dog ate her pussy.  He got
excited and bit her cunt sending long white canines deep in her nigger
flesh.  He closed his jaw clamping down on the long lips of her vulva.  He
shook his head and strips of her fat flesh come off of her cunt.  The blood
enraged the large monster and he mounted the woman digging his claws into
her side as he gripped her body and his cock found her hole.
   She screamed as the dog pushed the long thick shaft deep into her cunt.
The dog bit the cunt on the back of the neck and held it in his mouth as he
fucked her.  Her pussy expanded to take the large knot as it passed through
she screamed as her old cunt tore.  His claws dug into her flesh as he
gripped her body.
   The girls encouraged the dog to fuck her faster.  " Tear the nigger up
boy!  That's a good dog sic her ass." June cried as she held the new nigger
slut Cricket to her pussy.  She made the child pull her red leather
pantaloons down and service her pussy with her mouth.  Cricket felt
sickened by the act as she had done things to men but not other girls.  The
huge dog frightened the child so she threw herself into pleasing the white
child.
   Cricket felt a pain in her ass as one of the men picked her up while she
was sucking the girl's pussy and rammed his cock up her bottom.  She had to
bend her neck to keep her mouth in contact with the thrusting pelvis of the
rutting white child.
   James watched as Brute mounted the slack jawed nigger boy.  The massive
dog humped his back and the pointed red head of his cock entered the
child's anus.  The kid screamed as the pain filled his body and his mind.
The mammoth beast terrified the child and he tried to pull away but his
nuts were nailed to the bench.  He ripped them free and blood flowed down
the bench.  The beast got enraged at the flesh below him and fucked it
furiously.  His cock knot expanded in the child's ass and ripped his bowel.
Shit and blood came out and the nigger quivered in agony.
   The mastiff growled and closed his immense jaws around the coon's head
and shook him.  The boy's neck snapped ending his life and his pain.  The
dog still fucked the corpse and savaged the dead nigger's head.  With a pop
the head came free.  A cheer rose from the whites watching the fuck fest.
The slaves in their cabins huddled in the darkness and prayed that the
white girls would not seek them out for the children were more savage than
their father.
   Duke got his nut in the wounded old nigger.  He pulled off keeping his
cock in her cunt as he now was back to back with her.  His cock pumped his
dog cum in her pussy filling her womb with the clear fluid.  The whites
took out their whips and rods and cut old Ninnie to ribbons.  The dog
pulled out and blood ran from her cunt.  She screamed for a while but then
passed out.  She died when the shock of the abuse grew too intense and her
body just shut down.
   The girls butchered the bodies gutting them and tossing slabs of nigger
meat to the dogs.  June took a bone out of the boy's leg and forced it up
the little nigger's pussy.  " Here is a bone for you, you little ape.  Keep
it in your cunt until I take it out or I will let Duke and Brute eat you
alive." she said as she rubbed the blood of the dead nigger boy over her
cunt and tits.  She was lost in the furry of the moment and she needed to
kill again.
   "Father fuck me.  Then pick out a nigger for me to rip apart.  I am so
fucking horny." she said as she lay on the torso of the dead woman and
spread her legs awaiting her father's cock.
   " James go find an old buck for June to play with while I fuck her.  God
damn I have some nasty little cunts for daughters.  I am a lucky man.  Here
it comes honey.  Daddy is going to fuck your pussy good and long" he said
as he entered his child's body again.  Her lust drove his cock as he rapped
her with no regard for her safety or pleasure.  At that moment she was just
another slab of pussy meat and he was master of all flesh in his domain.
   More to cum in this twisted dark tale of pain and misery.  This shit is
fiction though many of the evil things did happen to blacks during and
after slavery in the US.  So if you do this today you will end up like
Jeffery Dommer dead on a prison floor beaten to death by an angry black
man.
   If you hated it there was the delete key, if you like it give me a shout
at arlinwordsmith@yahoo.com

   
  
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