Chapter 3
The minutes I stood there seemed like hours as panic coursed through my body.
When the feeling receded enough to regain control of my muscles, I crept forward
and slowly brought my eyes above the bottom sill of the open window. Perhaps
fifteen feet away, the four supposedly Atlanta bound people I though I knew so
well were completely naked. Moss was shackled by his upraised wrists to a stout
overhead beam, his muscular body glistening with sweat and undulating from the
after effects of a recently struck blow. His man tool stuck out long and thick,
pulsating rhythmically up and down. Beside him stood light skinned Sissy with a
cat o' nine tails whip in her hand. Her slender figure glistened with her
exertions. Breasts smaller than my own rode high on her chest and jiggled with
her movements. Her high and rounded buttocks seemed erotically outsized for the
shapely tapering legs below. Her small featured, pixy pretty face showed her
mixed blood ancestry.
My mother reclined on a low, leather-covered pallet a few feet away. Propped
up on one elbow to watch the whipping, her melon shaped breasts sagged to the
side of her rib cage, their wide pink aureole and large nipples pouting down.
Her legs were spread, the left hanging off the side with her foot on the floor.
Her right knee was drawn up toward her chest with her right foot on the corner
of the pallet. Her sex was wide open and Rufus knelt on the floor leaning
forward with a large black hand against the inside of each alabaster thigh. His
held her thighs spread wide as his face moved hungrily against her splayed sex.
My first impulse was to storm the room, take the whip from Sissy and thrash
the uppity slaves within an inch of their lives. Nothing I could imagine would
have been more outrageous to the proper and natural order of life than the sight
of three naked black people and a naked white woman in the same room, let alone
engaging in sexual depravity together. From my upbringing I concluded that
these slaves had gone crazy or rebellious. The only sane conclusion was that
momma had been overpowered and was being forced to submit to their animal
perversions.
Though I was usually brave to the point of being called brazen, the scene
before me somehow kept me frozen in place. I tried to pass off my indecision
with the thought that if I went inside my mother would be more shamed by my
presence than by her captivity. No matter how I thought about it, however, the
growing wetness between my legs forced me to recognize that I was finding
excitement in my mother's predicament.
My duty to help momma kept tugging at me, and I began to feel ashamed of the
wicked part of me that wanted to keep watching. As I hesitated, my illusions
about what was going on weakened more and more as I saw the glazed look of
pleasure on mother's face. Rufus worked his tongue up and down her genital
slit, and the final blow to my righteous explanation was struck when momma said,
"Girl, tie a tight loop around his balls and bring him over here. I'm ready to
sit on that big cock and fuck till I can't move, and I don't want him shooting
his jism till I'm good and ready."
Sissy went to a wall and came back with a long piece of rawhide which had a
loop on one end. She knelt in front of Moss and passed the loop up his scrotum,
pulling it tight against the top of his sack. She then unshackled him and
pulled him by the end of the thong. Mother got up from the pallet and they made
Moss lie on his back, raising his hips with a rolled up blanket under his
tailbone. Spreading his arms and legs to the corners of the pallet, they tied
him in the shape of an X.
Mother straddled him and began to squat. Facing toward his head, she moved
her pussy into position as Sissy held the stiff black pole straight up to her
gaping sex. Momma took him into her and slid down the shaft with a groan of
pleasure. Slipping down on her knees astride his hips, she moved up and down in
short strokes, taking the thick meat shaft further up her channel with each dip
of her pelvis.
When her vulva rested on his pubic bone she paused, grinding her hips in
circles to move the deeply imbedded tool against the delighted walls of her
cunt. She looked down at him and said, "I'll hang you upside down and whip your
balls till you faint if you come inside me, boy, understand?"
"Yes, Ms Lucy," Moss answered, shaking his head to acknowledge, "but how I
keep from squrtin' if you ride me a long time?"
"Silly slave, that what the strap on you balls is for. Sissy, pass the end
of that thong over my shoulder and hand it to me."
As momma took the cord in her hand she said, "Now let me show you how I'll
keep you from coming." Without another word she yanked on the cord. Moss
yelled with surprise and pain as the loop on his balls constricted and yanked
his sack upward, slapping his testicles against momma's ass cheeks. She held
tight for several seconds, keeping Moss's entire body tense and quivering. When
she finally let up she laughed and said, "Now you be sure and tell me if you
think you're ready to shoot your wad and I'll save you from that bullwhipping."
Momma went back to sliding up and down on the blood engorged pole, rising up
till I could see the crease below the dark purple head, then down to slap her
buttocks against his spread muscular thighs. She made small mewing sounds, her
eyes closing for long seconds at a time as she basked in the feel of the vein
covered prick rippling the walls of her clasping channel. Moss started making
low grunting sounds of his own as he flexed his muscular buttocks, thrusting up
to meet her.
Momma's eyes opened, and without changing her pace she tugged the cord down
between her breasts, taking up all the slack and lifting his balls. Her body
motion made his ball sack move up and down, and at the top of her stroke she was
lifting the loop until she could force it no further. Moss stiffened and
gasped, his testicles drawn way up the back of his wet cock shaft.
Seeming to draw arousal from the pained look on Moss's face, mother kept
holding the cord fast, the captive male eggs stretching grotesquely again and
again until mother seemed satisfied that her slave was under control. Only then
did she slacken the cord. His straining muscles went slack and his hips stopped
rising to meet her pussy as she carried on, using his male organ for her
solitary gratification.
She rode him as though astride the back of a cantering horse. Using the
springing effect created by her big firm buttocks slapping down on his thighs,
she rebounded up several inches, only to pause for an instant until gravity once
again brought her sliding back down the stiff meat pole. With the rhythm of a
skilled rider, she cantered up and down on his cock till rivers of sweat ran
between her tits. She began to breath heavily and moan, louder and louder as
her exertions continued. The flesh of her big tits bounced up and down against
her rib cage till she brought her free hand up and gripped the ends of each tit,
squeezing and twisting the sensitive cones.
Then her pace quickened and her breath became more rapid. "Uh, uh, . . .
uhhh, YES," she panted, bucking up and down and rotating her hips to make the
flesh pole churn in her vaginal canal. Her body seemed to go out of control
like a rabid animal, all rhythm and smooth motion gave way to convulsive jerking
as she shouted her completion, "aaahhieeeeee," repeated again and again, then
with less force as her motion slowed. She was finally still, slumped above Moss
with her head down and hands braced against his chest. Her long red hair
cascaded over her shoulders, partially concealing her hanging breasts, their
large nipples still firm and long.
Momma finally roused herself and lifted off his penis to sit resting on the
side of the pallet. Moss lay behind her back, his prick slowly shrinking where
it lay on his belly. Finally, she sat up straight, her breasts lifting as she
turned her head and shoulders toward Moss, saying, "I'll bet my slave boy would
like to squirt his seed? Well, slave boy, what do you say?"
The twenty five year old black man hesitantly answered, "If it be pleasing
you, Ms Lucy, I surely would." A fleeting hint of anger welled in his lust
filled gaze.
My mother stood up and held out her hand toward where the whip lay. Sissy
jumped to fetch it, bringing to momma. Only then did momma speak, "Sissy,
you've been getting mighty uppity around the house lately and I think you
deserve a whipping."
Sissy got a frightened look on her face and took a step back, but said, "Yes,
missem."
"Because I am kind you will be allowed to ride his face and suck his cock
while I whip your ass. I will stop when you have swallowed his cum down to the
last drop."
This sounded much better to Sissy and Moss alike. Rufus stood watching, his
own member near full erection, no doubt wishing he could get involved, but
knowing better than to ask. Sissy obediently mounted the bound figure, bringing
her pussy down to his mouth. At the same time, she stretched down his belly and
used both hands to grasp his cock and still captive scrotum. She loosened and
removed the thong, and then proceeded to take his nearly flaccid prick into her
mouth, a murmur of pleasure coming from her as Moss's lips and tongue went to
work on her labia and pink inner flesh.
Momma wasted no time with the whip; lashing the helpless girl on her upper
back, then slowly lower every second or third blow. Sissy whined and squirmed a
bit, her hanging nipples trailing around on Moss's chest, but it was clear in
the way she attacked the dark cock meat that she was turned on and eager for
more. The girl shuddered every minute or so with a sequence of orgasms. The
whip on her ass made her pussy thrust against the black man's able tongue. Moss
and Sissy climaxed together, Moss letting out a loud groan of long delayed
pleasure as his jerking cock discharged a geyser of sticky white cream into her
mouth. She swallowed frantically, but couldn't keep up with the quantity built
up by long denial. Streams of sticky cum ran from the corners of her mouth,
dripping down on the man's hairy crotch.
Rufus was now monster stiff, his prick curving out and up to what looked near
a foot in length. He had obviously enjoyed the show. Momma looked at his
raging sword, then made a little gesture of one hand that brought him over to
her. She grasped his cock just back of the head and pulled him around by it to
face Sissy who still lay atop Moss, relaxing in the afterglow of her orgasm.
"How would you like some of this?" mother asked. Sissy smiled and nodded
with vigor. "Then you shall have it my little house slave . . . in the ass."
Sissy's smile turned to a look of dread. Moss was untied and the two men
followed mother's directions, dragging the reluctant girl to a wooden table.
They cuffed her ankles near the bottoms of the table legs, spreading her thighs
wide apart. She was forced down over the edge of the table top and a wide
leather belt was stretched across the small of her back, then lashed tight
around the sides of the table. Then they took a stout wooden rod about four
feet long with rings at each end, and mother held it while the men pulled
Sissy's arms above her head. Bending her arms at the elbows, they overlapped
the girl's forearms behind her head, making Sissy's back arch and her tits grind
down into the tabletop. Momma laid the rod against the girl's forearms and
between the three of them the wooden stick was lashed against her forearms from
elbow to elbow.
Eye bolts in an overhead beam provided the means of securing two more pieces
of rope to the rings at the ends of the wooden rod. Sissy was then stretched
into a contorted position when the men each took one of the ropes and worked
together to hoist the helpless girl's upper body. The strap across her lower
back prevented her from simply standing. Instead, her back was forced to arch
like a carnival contortionist. They stopped pulling on the ropes only when her
shoulders were raised so far that her nipples were pointing nearly parallel to
the tabletop.
The three tormentors stood back to admire their erotic handiwork. Even I,
peeking in the window twenty feet away, felt a heightened stirring in my loins
at the sight of her contorted beauty. For Sissy's part, it was obvious from her
mewing and whining that this position was not to her liking.
Momma stood beside her and began stroking her stretched titties, lightly
pinching and twisting the nearly black nipples and aureole, finally saying, "You
removed the ball harness without my permission and you failed to drink all of
his sperm. For each you must suffer. Therefore, I shall whip your pretty little
tits while Rufus takes his pleasure in your backside. As a sign of my
compassion, he can start in your pussy and move to your ass when his cock is at
full attention."
Rufus had been slowly stroking himself, waiting for Miss Lucy to let him at
the uppity little house gal. Mother went beside Sissy's captured hips and
beckoned Rufus, reaching out to grasp the root of his thick shaft. Rufus' prick
gave a little jerk at the forbidden touch. Momma pulled him by the dick till
she had the big knob worked up against Sissy's cunt hole. The girl knew she
would be hurt by the size of his man tool and yet she wanted it badly. Her body
had other ideas and tightened her vaginal muscles against the coming intrusion.
Heedless of the girl's suffering, the long frustrated black man grabbed Sissy
by the hips and lunged forward, pulling himself into her by using the iron grip
of his hands for leverage. "Iiieeee," cried Sissy, as the shaft of hard meat
ripped into her, buried to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
"Hush girl," momma hissed, "you haven't started hurting yet." She watched
the cock stroke slowly in and out between Sissy's pussy lips, fascinated at the
way the labia stretched outward as her inner tissues tried to accommodate the
big meat pole. It looked like his cock was going to turn her young cunt inside
out.
Sissy's pain transformed to pleasure, and with each stroke she became more
and more aroused. Mother noted her passion, and before she could climax momma
took a birch cane, walked to the side of the table, and snapped the whippy rod
across the tops of Sissy's vulnerable tit mounds. "Thwack," sounded the blow,
followed instantly by a yowl of pain from Sissy.
My own pussy was streaming wetness into my underclothes at the erotic way the
slave girl was bound, her chest shaking and her breasts swinging back and forth.
Again the birch struck, this time on the underside of her titties, and again she
cried out. Her head gyrated around, and then jerked straight back against her
bound forearms with the next strike. I heard Rufus grunt and say, "Its going in
yo ass now girl. Her comes daddy."
His rock hard cock plunged deep into Sissy's tender anal passage, bursting
through her sphincter so brutally the poor girl thought he had torn her anal
entrance apart. "Yeeeeoooow," she screamed, hardly noticing the birch rod
striking her right nipple until a lighting bolt of agony arched between her
genitals and the tip of her breast. To the amazement of all, and especially me
watching from the window, the girl went into a convulsive shudder, her whole
body trembling uncontrollably. I thought they were killing her, but suddenly
her scream gave way to her pleading voice, "Oh Ms Lucy, do it agin', hit my
titties, fuck my ass, oh lordy I be cummin."
Rufus went at her like a hound screwing a bitch dog in heat, pistoning in and
out with a frenzy as momma gave the girl her wish, cropping her tits with the
birch rod in rapid, vicious strokes. Sissy went into another world, yelling for
more and thrusting her tits even further out to the rod. The black man's lust
exploded in Sissy's ass with stream after stream of hot cream filling her
bowels.
When he pulled his still pulsing cock from her hole, momma stopped hitting
her breasts. Sissy continued to wreath and moan, her untended body jerking
spasmodically like a mortally wounded deer. "Oh yessum," she moaned, "this be
worth it Miz Lucy."
