Slave's Revenge the ending.
By Monday thanks to the fact Julia (the new girl) and I were only
subjected to rapes and oral sex my body my body had recovered to the point
they thought I was ready to sell and the white man, Seth, arrived to take
me to the auction.
Rachel put my shirt back on me and said, "I forgive you. I think you have
made up for the whuppings you gave me."
That was ridiculous, but I was smart enough to only say, "Thank you."
They tied my ankles together with just enough slack to take small strps
and tied my hands behind my back before lifting me into Seth's buggy.
I didn't stay decent long. A few miles down the road Seth unsnapped the
pin holding my shirt together and began fondling me until he was excited
enough to let the horses follow the road on their own to put me in the
back for what he called a "Farewell Fuck." My only consolation was that he
was not very big so at least he didn't hurt me.
We arrived at the sales yard in the late afternoon about an hour before
the sale. The auctioneer took off my shirt and after looking me over told
Seth, "She is prime stuff. We will leave her for last to keep the crowd
here."
There was a line of cages about six feet tall and two feet wide and I was
pushed into one for the preview. Lines of men walked by the cages to
inspect me and the other four girls. One of the girls was a light tan but
none of them were as white as me. The men seemed to appreciate the fact I
didn't bother to try to escape their prying hands like the other girls who
were cringing and crying. I looked over the exclusively white men fondling
me and was sure none could possibly be as mean as the blacks I had left.
The girls were led up on the stage for the auctioneer to turn them around
and start his patter then they were auctioned off. Only the tan girl got a
good bid of $750.00
Finally it was my turn and the auctioneer pointed out my high firm breasts
my tiny waist and finally my round butt saying, "Look at this gentlemen.
This butt is made for spanking!" Finally he forced his fingers into my dry
vagina and said, "Men. She may not be a virgin but she is as tight as
one."
The bidding began and I noticed a huge man about six feet three inches
tall and over 200 lbs loudly bidding although he had shown no interest in
the other girls. He was wearing black pants with tall boots and had his
shirt open because of the heat to show a washboard stomach and big chest.
The bidding went on and in spite of myself I had to feel a little proud
that the bids did not end until his final bid of $1300. The auctioneer
took his money then handed him over to me while someone else handed him my
shirt which he gently put on me and pinned to cover my nakedness.
He lifted me up on the seat of his buggy and said, "You will like my home.
It is up in the mountains where it is cool and I only expect you to take
care of a wifes duties until I find a white girl to marry." What is your
name honey?
"Angelica but my Father called me Angel. The blacks just called me Bitch."
Well Angel my name is Bobbyjoe and I will take good care of you."
When we went through town he said, "It isn't seemly for a girl as white as
you to be so naked. I will buy you a dress."
He took me to a drygoods store and picked out a pretty red dress and let
me go alone into a back room to put it on. I loved it. It had a low
neckline that showed the tops of my breasts but the rest of me was covered
to my ankles. It wasn't the same as it was before my capture since there
were no underclothes but it made me feel more like a normal girl again.
When I went back to him he exclaimed, "You look beautiful!"
I began to cry and he looked puzzled and said, "What is wrong? I haven't
hurt you."
I blubbered, "I know, it is just that I am so grateful for your kind
treatment in letting me look like a normal girl again."
That made him curious and as we left town he asked me what had happened to
me while I was with my previous owner.
I told him the whole sad story including my savage beatings but was
ashamed to tell him about all the sex with the black scoundrels.
He listened to my story and then said, "I am sorry but your story is hard
to believe. I haven't heard of a slave uprising and it doesn't make sense
for an owner to damage property as valuable as you. Also you have the "S"
brand typically put on light colored blacks to locate girls trying to pass
as white."
"It is all true. Honestly! You didn't hear about the uprising since our
plantation is over a hundred miles from here. I can prove it. Send a
letter to my father and he will return the money you paid for me plus give
you a substantial reward."
"Well I will give you the benefit of doubt and send the letter but I don't
expect an answer."
I was so grateful I kissed him before settling back in my seat happy that
I may be rescued. He sent the letter at the next town giving directions to
his cabin and a return address of the tavern near him. I was disappointed
to hear the letter would take six days to get to my father and resigned
myself to at least two weeks with this man hoping he would remain as kind
as he had been so far.
He stopped at the Tavern to tell them if he got a letter to have them
deliver it and he would pay the messenger then stopped at a store for
groceries.
We started up into the Arkansas hills and finally arrived at his cabin
after dark. It was nothing like the shack I had left. It was a substantial
two room log cabin and when he lit a lantern I saw nice furniture.
I was impressed and said, "This is nice. You must have some money."
"Yeah. I make a good living fur trapping but if the bidding had gone up
another hundred I wouldn't have been able to buy you."
That reminded me I was still a slave but I hoped the possibility he
believed my story may keep him from being too cruel.
He started a fire in the big kitchen stove and it was soon warm and cosy
then he said, "I am hungry. Make us some bacon and eggs while I get some
road dust off me."
I knew nothing about cooking but decided that could not be too complicated
and took down a big skillet and put it on the stove then found the eggs
and broke four of them into the skillet then went to look for the bacon. I
found it and began slicing it just as he returned wearing only the bottom
part of long johns and holding his clothes just as I noticed a strong
smell.
He ran over to the stove and jerked off the skillet to show me the
blackened eggs and yelled, "Jesus! Don't you know anything about cookin?
You should have cooked the bacon first so you would have the grease for
the eggs and you never cook eggs over the hottest part of the stove. You
have ruined the eggs and maybe the pan. I will have to punish you."
I began to cry as I pictured myself hung up and wondered if he would use
the nasty bull whip I saw hanging on the wall. To my surprise he went over
to sit on the horsehair couch and said, "Get over my knees for your
spanking."
He was only going to spank me! It would be like the spankings from my
Father when I was bad. It didn't even occur to me he would want me less
than naked so I hurriedly unbuttoned the dress and pulled it over my head
as he stared increduously then laid over the armrest and his lap to feel
the stickery fabric against my nipples and a rising lump in his underwear.
I braced myself for the pain but found there was just a easily bearable
sting from his hand to each butt cheek followed by a rubbing to spread the
tingle. The stinging sensation to my butt so close to my vagina coupled to
the rub of the rough fabric on my breasts was surprisingly exciting. Even
as he went on and the stinging got worse it just seemed to travel into my
body to excite me more. It obviously excited him too as the lump in his
underwear became bigger and harder until my whole butt was hot and
stinging.
He suddenly stopped to say, "I guess your butt is red enough to give you
the idea. Get off."
You wouldn't believe how grateful I was for the exciting spanking rather
than the cruel whipping I expected. I slid off him and said breathlessly,
"Thank you for not whipping me. I know the way to properly thank you."
I knelt between his legs to pull open the flap of his underwear to allow
his beautiful cock to escape and slid it into my mouth using my tongue to
swirl around the head as Jude had taught me. I watched his face as it
changed from surprise to excitement then he began making faces as in pain
just before his semen shot into my throat.
I pulled back from his softening cock making sure it was washed clean by
my saliva then leaned back to watch him breathe heavily before he finally
gasped, "My God! That was wonderful. No-one has ever done that for me
before."
I smailed and said, "It is the least I could do for someone who has been
so kind to me."
He looked at me puzzled and said, "Are you serious. I just spanked you."
"I know but it was only exciting compared to the awful whippings I have
received from those black bastards."
"Those bastards should be hung for what they did to you."
"Oh could you do that for me. I would love to see them properly punished."
"I am afraid not darlin. The town you were in is a stronghold of escaped
slaves. It would take a small army to capture them and I am only one man."
Naturally I was disappointed but at least he agreed with me.
He said, " We need to get some of this sweat washed off of us. Come with
me."
He grabbed a bar of soap, a towel, and a lantern and I followed him to the
backyard where a little waterfall was falling into a pool. We began
washing each other and the slick lather felt so good we both became
excited and stepped under the waterfall to rinse then he laid me on the
beach to make wonderful love to me.
For the next few days we made love at least twice a day filling the time
in between by him teaching me to cook and prepare his skins for tanning.
I know it sounds ridiculous but I couldn't get his spanking off my mind
and finally when he was sitting naked in his easy chair after a bath I
straddled his legs and said, "Let me show you something new and exciting."
His marvelous eight inch member hardened almost immediately and I let it
slide into my wet pussy as he said, "Oh that is so good! You are so tight
it feels like a wet fist."
When it was in as deep as it would go I said, "Spank my bottom. Make me
move."
He began spanking with both hands and the stings and vibrations to my
crotch made us both wild but especially me. I had three orgasms before his
grunt and the familiar twitching of his penis as it pumped semen into me.
He loved it and even improved on it later by making a little whip out of
soft deerhide to slap on my breasts in time with his thrusts. This didn't
hurt at all. Just pleasant stings that drove me to massive orgasms.
We never got an answer to his letter. One day as I was cooking lunch in my
red dress while he watched approvingly we heard hoofbeats coming up the
trail to the cabin.
We went out to meet them. It was my father and he must have brought the
whole Ku Klux Klan with him. My father jumped off his sweat lathered horse
to sweep me up in his arms and then glared at Bobbyjoe and said, "Did this
bastard hurt you?"
"Oh no Daddy he has been very kind but the niggers were awful. come into
the cabin and I will show you."
He was surprised and embarrassed as I took off the dress to show him my
branded breasts, the cigar burns to my nipples and crotch and the various
whip scars.
He went into a rage screaming, "Don't worry Angel. They will pay for this!
I will burn them alive. We brought an extra horse. John will take you home
while I pay my debt to Bobbyjoe and then go get those bastards.
He showed Bobbyjoe the flyer he had posted all over offering a ten
thousand dollar reward then handed him a pouch of gold coins.
Bobbyjoe said, "Thank you sir but I love her so much I would just as soon
pass on the reward if you would let her stay with me. I promise I will
treat her well."
Father said, "I am afraid that is impossible. This is out of her element.
She is used to fine clothes, a mansion, and genteel company. I thank you
sir for being kind to her. Now can you give me directions to the
scoundrels who did those awful things to my baby?
Bobbyjoe said, "I'll do better than that. I will lead you to them. I also
want to see them punished."
Bobbyjoe saddled his horse while I got on the horse offered to me and John
and I started down the trail to home. I had mixed feelings. I was looking
forward to my old life but at the same time thought I may never find a man
I could love as much as Bobbyjoe.
My Father and the Klan returned to our home about a week after I had
arrived and become used to the fine clothes and food again.
One of the Klan described how they had whipped Jude, Rafe and Rachel for
days but when he described how they had been tied spreadeagled to have
burning faggots burn off their genitals I had to stop him. In spite of my
hatred the story was making me sick.
Bobbyjoe wrote to me everyday and I realized my "good life" was becoming
boring and I had no hope of finding a man like Bobbyjoe among the fops in
our society. I found I was pregnant which was the final excuse to go to my
father and tell him I had to return to Bobbyjoe to be married hoping
against hope it was his child and not a nigger's. I sent a letter to
Bobbyjoe saying I was coming to him then took two horses so I could trade
off in the hope I could get there even faster than my letter.
I never knew whose child it was. The hard ride caused me to miscarry. I
have never regretted my decision. We find something new and exciting to do
all the time.
The End.
