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WARNING: This story contains extreme racist scenes and slurs. This story takes place in the south before the civil war and is about a Caucasian girl dominating two Afro-Americans. In this story you may find racist slurs and the N-word used frequently. This is only to make the story more realistic and NOT to alienate or offend people of color
ABIGAIL’S TWO DAY GIFT
April 10, 1862, Huntsville, Alabama
It was a beautiful spring day. The sun was shining in the sky and everywhere on the plantation there was a cheerful atmosphere, cheerful as it can be, being a cotton plantation in the northern part of Alabama during the Civil War. Abigail Smith woke up on this beautiful day with a big smile on her face, it was her eighteenths birthday. For over five years she bugged her father, who was a slave owner, to buy her two private slaves that only she could punishing. For the past couple of years only she knew how wet she would get down there just thinking that one day two beautiful slaves will be in her possession.
Her dad owned a big plantation with hundreds of slaves but none of them tickled Abigail’s fancy. Every time she heard the whip cracking on one of her father’s Negroes she imagined herself being alone with a very pretty Negro girl. Sometimes late at night, whenever someone was punished, she would open her window and masturbate while listening to the sound of the whip cracking. She always wanted that power, and today she would get it. Today her father promised Abby to take her with him to the slave market and buy all the necessary tools in order for her to punish any slave she desired. Also her father told her that afterwards he will buy her two beautiful slave girls that would only answer to her. She was very exciting knowing the fun she will have with her new properties.
As she finished getting dressed she was disrupted by her father who entered the room with a gift. The package was a very long white box with a large red bow on it. As Abigail opened the box she was ecstatic to find a very long whip, with five leather tail, a rattan cane and a wooded paddle; this painful devices were given to her in order to properly train her slaves any time she wanted to. After she put on her leather boots, Abby and father left for the slave market.
On the way, Abby’s heart was pounding like a drum; she couldn’t wait to get her hand on the two Negroes that soon will be in her care. Ridding through the hot humid weather of Alabama, Abby imagined her perfect slaves; tall will dark skin, perky round breasts and asses she could whip anytime she felt like it. Thinking about the fun she will have with her Negroes she started to get a little wet. The tension was really killing her.
Arriving at the market she started getting really exciting. As she walked between all the vendors that where selling different items like: fruits, vegetables and so forth she saw the area were the Negroes were sold. Arriving there she looked at all the merchandise, some sellers sold strong men to work in the cotton fields, some sold women for household chores, and some sold a variety of Negroes of different sexes.
Moving through a large crowd she saw a very fat, close to disgusting white male that had some of the prettiest female Negroes she had ever seen. She couldn’t believe how this tub of lard could posses such beautiful creatures. Some of the women were fully dressed, some were absolutely naked; the nude ones were usually fondled by rich white men who were buying them for their pleasure. She looked at one of these girls and at the two white males that were playing with her beautiful shaved pussy. The slave who had her palms on her head had this expressionless face, looking at their future masters who were talking about having sex with her in the most bizarre ways. Arriving at the merchant’s booth the hideous man raised his eyes and with an exciting voice said
“Mr. Henry Smith, what a pleasure surprise to see you, how are those two Negroes I sold you last week?”
“Fine, fine” replied Henry
“They better be, I got…”
“This is my daughter Abigail” said Henry deliberately interrupting the seller’s long boring story about how he acquires his merchandise.
“Delighted to meet such a lovely young woman” said the men kissing Abby’s hand who wasn’t at all impressed with the man’s gesture.
“Her birthday is today and I promised to buy my daughter her first two slaves, so take good care of her while I go see about something” said her father leaving the two along.
“So, Abigail you want some Negroes I see” said the man “my name is Thomas, and…”
“Lets cut the chit chat” said Abby in a very sarcastic voice “and you may call me Miss Smith!”
“Yes of course Miss Smith” said Thomas who wanted so bad to smack that stiff look of a spoiled brat off Abby’s face. “What are you looking for miss?”
“Let’s make a deal, my father’s paying you for the merchandise and tomorrow, without my father knowing about it, someone will give you a fat, like you, tip if you keep your trap shut”
“My kind of costumer” said Thomas with a big smirk on his face.
“Okay, I want two really good looking Negro women, thin, talk, with big jugs, obedient and unscarred, you think you can handle that”
“Absolutely miss, I don’t have anything with me here, but wait a minute” he looked around and yelled at a salesman across the market: “Yo! John” the other guy looked at him “Do you still have those two hot chicks? I need them for a special costumer”
“They’re in the back, I go get them” replied John
A few minutes afterworld John came with two very gorgeous black women. The man came, handed the slaves to Thomas and left. The ugly man looked at Abigail and said:
“Meet Kadija and Lindiwe… Is this what you looking for, Miss Smith?”
“Absolutely” she replied with a big smile on her face. “May I see them in the nude?”
“Of course… you heard her!!” he said looking at the two back women who instantly took their clothes off revealing their perfect nude bodies. When the two girls got undressed Abigail went closer to them and gently squeezed one of the girls breasts, moving her hand down her body she touched her small pussy, it felt soft and warm, looking at Thomas, she said “I want them”
April 11, 1862, Huntsville, Alabama
Abby woke up very early in the morning, and because her father was out in the cotton field she couldn’t wait to get her hands on her new properties. Lindiwe and Kadija were sleeping in a special chamber that Henry made for them. It was a very simple room with two beds a bathtub, sink and a toilet. He told them the night before that every time Abby is not using them, they have to bathe in order for their bodies to be perfectly clean. He didn’t want Abby to smell any type of odor on the two black girls. He instructed them that if they do not obey every command Abby gives their skin will suffer for it. Also he ordered them at all times to be in the nude and if they cover any part of their bodies in any way for any reason, they will pay the penalty.
Entering the room Abby woke up her slaves. She was so exciting about this day that she barely slept. As both girls woke up she ordered them to stay in the nude in front of them and put their hands on their head. After the Negroes obeyed them she gently placed her hand on Lindiwe’s stomach. She loved the smooth sensation of her delicate skin. Moving her hand upward on her abdomen she gently touched her slave’s breasts and squeezed them a little. They were so soft. Squeezing her breasts Abby was getting more and more exiting. Moving her hand downward on the flat of Lindiwe’s tummy, she touched her delicate pussy. Lindiwe was so beautiful down there. Her pussy felt so soft to the touch that both girls were starting to get wet. Inserting her hand in Lindiwe’s tight pussy, her mistress felt every inch of her privates, she couldn’t believe how soft a black pussy could feel, even though she played with herself many times her pussy never felt as smooth as Lindiwe’s. And she decided to punish her for it. But first Abby thought of give them a little pep talk.
“Okay you Negro bitches,” started their mistress “My name is Abigail Smith and you are my property. Therefore, I can do whatever I want with you… I can sell you, I can give the order for you to be whipped, I can starve you to death, I can do everything I want, is that clear”
“Yes” said Lindiwe and Kadija
“Also every time you speak to me you will address me properly with ‘master’, even though I am a woman, understood!”
“Yes Master” said Lindiwe
“Yes Master” said Kadija
“Now for your first assignment I want to punish you, I want to see how you react to a spanking” said Abigail “so turn around, put your hands on your heads and stick those lovely black asses out” both slaves obeyed.
As they placed themselves in the designated position Abigail raised her arm and brought the whip crashing through the air down across Lindiwe’s behind. It landed straight across the centre of her buttocks with a crack that sounded like gunfire; she cried out, despite her best intentions. Moments later the rod lashed down on the helpless girl's backside again. The tool’s mark stretched across her ass. Two thin red tramlines lining a darker ridge that hardened rapidly. A third angry line traced across her behind - parallel to the first two, but slightly lower. Abigail was careful not to actually break her flesh. Lindiwe tried to muffle her sobs, choking back the tears. Again, her master brought the whip across her buttocks. Abby walked further back this time, and lifted the whip high above her head. She galloped forward, and dealt a blow even more ferocious than the ones before. Lindiwe reared up and cried out, clutching at her burning behind.
“Put your hands over your head!” yelled Abby, her slave obeyed.
Kadija looked tortured as she listened to the sounds of the whip cracking Liniwe's poor unprotected rear. She visibly flinched as she heard each stroke and Lindiwe's pained cries that followed.
Abby gently caressed her slave’s burning ass. She loved how Lindiwe’s body reacted to the punishment. She was surprised that her slave didn’t move from the original position. Lindiwe stood still; she was bare-naked in the middle of the room with her hands over her head and her legs wide apart. The burn in Lindiwe’s bottom continued to slowly grow as the interminable spanking continued. She was crying quietly now, wiggling and squirming as her bottom was gently heated by the spanks. She'd been in this position for a time now and even though she wanted to brake down she was afraid to do so. Lindiwe just put her head down and tried crying harder but failed to as her spanking continued. Most of the spanks just felt a little uncomfortable, but each one added to the slowly growing overall burn in her bottom. These spanks stung more than they hurt. They made Lindiwe yelp and buck a bit. But she still kept her hands firmly flat on her head. Finally, after many minutes of bare-bottom spanking Lindiwe lost her self-control and tried to cover up her little backside again. Even before her master could grasp and pin her wrists, she recovered and had them back where they were before. But it was too late. Lindiwe felt the cane pat her bare bottom. Abby switched the tool with a long rattan cane.
“I'm not sorry you did that, Lindiwe. You give me an excuse to deliver a good session of the cane to your bare bottom. Get ready to really cry harder; considering how red your naughty little bottom is already, this is really going to hurt." The next hard spanks made Lindiwe howl as they burned into her well-spanked bare bottom. They hurt her bottom terribly! She realized just how big the difference was between the swats she'd been getting before and the good, hard, sound spanks that now were being delivered to her bare backside. She promised herself she'd never reach back again.
For a few moments the cane stopped biting Lindiwe’s black ass. Her master took a few second to admire her work. She loved the purplish color that was apparent on her slaves black skin. She was proud that her Negro slave was obedient. After a few minutes of rest the punishment resumed. Every time the wooden cane landed on the Negroes bottom it made a high pitch cracking sound. The pain was so unbearable that by now Abby noticed the stream of liquid that was freely coming out of her Negro’s pussy. Abby realized that the pain must be so intense that her captive lost control of her bowel and started urinating. But she didn’t stop. Seeing this, Abby, hit her slaves ass even harder, so hard that the Negro realized that now she was punished for pissing without permission. As a gesture to her master after she finished peeing, Lindiwe arched her back more, sticking out her ass even further. It was like saying sorry for allowing her needs to take over her body and will. By now small rivers of blood were freely flowing from her bruised ass down her legs and onto the ground. Her master loved to see her slave suffer, but she didn’t want to spoil her so soon. After a few more full-force strokes of the cane the punishment stopped. Abby took a little cloth that she had in her pocket and gently wiped her slave’s ass with it. Cleaning Lindiwe’s derriere the marks of the cane slowly made their appearance. The Negroes ass completely covered in wells. Abby was very satisfied of her work.
“A nice first work out, don’t you think so?” asked Abby
“Yes” replied her slave
“What do you say honey?”
“Thank you master”
Abigail looked very satisfied with the effects that the cane had on her slave. She ordered the girl to stay in a corner of the room, facing the wall and under no circumstances she was allowed to touch her ass. She warned Lindiwe that if she sees her touching herself anywhere especially on her ass, the whipping will resume and the second time will be much worse.
The master turned her attention to Kadija. Kadija looked more stunning than Lindiwe. She was taller, with a perfectly round derrière and on top of that she had large heavy breasts that made her a very beautiful woman. As she stood there in the nude in front of her master, Abby came very close to her, and softly started to caress her captive’s boobs. She enjoyed how soft they felt to the touch. Squeezing them a little Abby wondered how she going punish them. Massaging the heavy rack that Kadija possessed, she decided that they need a good whipping. She picked up a cat-o-nine tail, and dangled it slowly in front of her slave. Seeing the fear in her slave’s eyes, she raised her whip and with full force landed in on Kadija’s breast making her scream. The second lash connected squarely across her right breast. The third swipe of the whip went to her left tit, as did the forth. Excruciating pain from her extremely sensitive nipples brought more tears to Kadija’s closed eyes. Then, back to her right breast, this time on the underside of her tit. The next strokes landed neatly in the valley between the breasts with such a force that her whole body jerked in pain.
Abigail switched whips; this time she took a heavier one. The master raised her whip and made it land for the tenth time on her Negroes tits. Kadija felt the slap first, then the pain as the whip slapped her breast downward, making the heavy tit dance up, jiggling as the sting registered in her brain. She did not have to wait very long before she felt the whip return, this time hitting her other breast, feeling the firm globe bounce around and her nipple taking the brunt of the slap. She cried out again, as her breasts still moved up and down dancing to the tone of the whip.
She loved Kadija’s round tits. She loved to whip them. They were so firm and reacted so nicely to the whip’s bites she could do this the entire day. After taking a look at them, Abby’s whip returned, slapping her tits, making them bounce back and forth, the firm, round breasts bouncing around, not even stopping before she returned to hit her again. She could see them turning red, the nipples swollen, Kadija’s moans of pain growing louder; this whole scene felt more like a dream than reality.
However, her Negro couldn’t say the same. She could not believe the amount pain her mistress was inflicting. Her breasts were rocked with pain, a burning pain emanating from her nipples. They seemed to be swollen to twice their size, making them easier targets. Suddenly her mistress stopped, her hands returning to caress her tits again, her hands cradling the pain racked flesh, her fingers flicking across the swollen nipples. She felt Abby’s fingers playing with one of her nipples, twisting and turning it painfully. All of the sudden she felt something touch it and tighten on. She groaned in pain, as her master squeezed her hard nipple tighter, cutting into the tender flesh. The same happened to the other, first the fingers, then the pain. Looking down Kadija saw that her mistress didn’t use her fingers anymore. She used a set of small pliers that hurt the Negro more than ever. Abigail locked the small teethes and let the pliers dangle from her slave’s body. Kadija’s eyes kept staring straight at her breast and caught a glimpse of her master’s frown before she closed her eyes. The pain was too intense. Next, Abby tied two strings to the pliers and with a pull she ripped the devices of her slaves making her scream. She was afraid that the pliers detached her slave’s nipples from the rest of her boobs, but they where fine
"A little more, Kadija, then I will whip your breasts again," said Abigail showing her the riding crop she would use on her tits before blindfolding her with a black sash.
"No, not again master" she begged as the intense pain returning to her nipples.
Abby rubbed the whip on the underside of her breast, feeling her slave’s body jump in response. Kadija heard the sound of the whip hitting, the splat as the leather lashes hit her tender breast. It took long seconds before the pain reached her brain. Then she screamed. Her chest heaved up and down, her breathing ragged, pulling harder on her swollen and stretched nipples. Moments later the whip slashing out on the unprotected underside of her other breast making her scream lauder. Her body was held tightly, unable to stop the abuse of her body. Abby slashed the whip back and forth, moving closer to her nipples each time. Her loudest scream came when the whip lashed at her areola, the pain was so incredible, that she felt like Abby was separating her breast from her body. Tears were flowing from her eyes, her sobbing and crying unable to block out the pain caused by the leather punishing flesh. Her body shuddered each time the whip bit into her, the sound ringing off the walls, followed by her scream. Her nipples were dark red, swollen from the whip and the effect of the pliers. Encircling Kadija’s breasts with her hands, Abby feel her flinch from the pain of having her tits touched.
“Maybe I should whip your little black pussy” said Abigail. In that moment the slave spread her legs. Her master slowly cupped her hand and gently stocked the Negro’s lips. Raising her hand, she looked for a second at Kadija and landed her palm or her most delicate part of the body. The slave reacted to this by spreading her legs as wide as she could, thus leaving her privates more vulnerable. Her master took advantage of this, she stroke her slaves privates a little bit and then smacked her again. Up and down Abby’s hand was flying, every time reaching the same target as before. Kadija’s privates were so affected by this ordeal that slowly started warming up. With each hit her little labia started hurting more until all the pleasure was gone. Now her pussy started to hurt. Faster and faster her pussy was getting spanked making her more uncomfortable. Kadija swayed her ass from side to side in order to avoid the punishment but to no avail. The master’s palm just kept on coming landing it every time with unbelievable precision on the slaves little clit causing each time more and more pain. The Negroes’ pussy didn’t receive any rest and pretty soon started to get wet. The harder Abby hit her, the wetter the slave’s got. On and on her master hit her merciless down there without stopping turning Kadija’s pussy redder and redder. After a few more hard swats Abby started massaging her, making her so wet that she couldn’t stand it anymore. She wanted to come but was afraid to; she knew that the penalty would be much too severe. Seconds from coming, her master stopped, looked strait into Kadija’s face and said:
“Did I allow your pussy to get wet?”
“No master you didn’t” replied the slave
“For that you will get punished” said Abby
“Yes master” replied the slave
”Ask me to whip your pussy” demanded Abigail while stocking her Negroes privates.
“Please whip my pussy mistress” begged the girl
“You can beg better than that” said Abby in a commanding tone of voice
“Whip me… whip me down there mistress… whip my pussy”
Abby went to get a cloth. When she returned she was also carting a short ridding crop. She gently wiped her slave private parts with it cleaning all the wetness. Then placing it aside she moved behind the girl and ordered her to stay flat on her back with her legs wide open. Obeying her wishes, Kadija placed herself in the designated position.
Abby took the crop and gently brushed Kadija’s private part with it, then raised the tool and with powerful force landed it exactly on her cookie. It hurt so bad, that Kadija took a deep breath to silence her scream. Moments later the punishing device landed again on the same spot that it did before only this time the pain increased. The girl grabbed her pussy immediately, and released them just as quick in order to avoid further punishment. The crop 'whooshed' through the air and hit her now red pussy. Kadija started taking deep breaths in an effort to slow down her weeping and relax her abused cunt. After another hard swat across her privates the Negro spread her legs as wide she could until her legs touched the ground. In this position her master could whip her slave’s pussy better. Abby touched Kadija’s labia with the crop; raised it and with a smacking sound she brought the tool downward hitting the sensitive body part. Her slave squirmed in discomfort but kept the designated position. Her master gently brushed her slave’s pussy with the crop and smacked her again, causing her more pain.
“I want you to spread your lips with one hand” ordered Abby
The Negro obeyed her master’s command. She reached downward, brushing her hand over her tummy and reaching the tip of her opening; she slowly spread her lips apart showing the inside of her cute little pussy. Seeing this, her mistress brought the tip of the crop close to Kadija’s pussy and smacked her a couple of times. Even though it hurt her, the slave kept her lips spread. The sound of the crop meeting Kadija’s pussy got louder. The slave gritted her teeth and kept counting out each one in her head determined not to cry or beg for her mistress to stop. She heard the crop draw back again, the rush of air running as the spanking object and the loud “CRACK!” as met the inside of her pussy. The crop flew through the air faster and faster hitting Kadija harder and harder. By now her pussy hurt so bad that she didn’t know what to do. She wanted to scream but she couldn’t, the pain was too intense. Instead she tried to keep her legs wide open and her pussy lips spread in order for the crop to make its full effect. By how much her pussy hurt she knew that she wouldn’t be able to urinate for a while, when all of a sudden she heard a loud bang.
Five men from the Union Army led by General Mitchell barged in and seized Abby’s torture chamber. For the matter of which she treated her slaves and with the aid of Kadija and Lindiwe’s testimony the general ordered both Abbigail and her father to hang. After the war the to Afro-American women moved too New York, NY where they lived in peace and harmony as best friends until the end of their days
THE END
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