Journey into Darkness 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 to 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 three 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 drove away, they would flow into the infant before it drew its
first breath and drew 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 seamen 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 One expected better of
thee.  Pull out of the Niggards 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 see 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 ten-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 leach.  He hooked it to the copper ring on the
child's collar.  He looped the leach 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 lead on her collar.  She picked up the braided leather
leach.  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 leach 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.

   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 leach 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 choused 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.

   End of part one.

   This is a work of fiction.  If you do any of this to a real child you
will become a slave of the state and get to break rocks in the hot sun. 
Let me know what you think of this work of fiction.

   arlinwordsmith@yahoo.com
   


  
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