Chapter 5
In addition to being scared down to my toes I felt a growing outrage. I'd
set these ruffians straight in short order. They obviously didn't know whom
they were messing with. The hand left my mouth as he forced me roughly through
the door. My plan to give them what for was derailed the instant I saw my
mother. She was hanging by her wrists with her bare feet a few inches off the
floor. Thick leather cuffs on her wrists were linked together by a short chain,
which was in turn attached to a thicker chain running to a pulley bolted to an
overhead crossbeam. The pain in her wrists and shoulders was plain on her face,
but she was powerless to complain due to a gag in her mouth. When she saw me
her eyes rolled up and she fainted.
Sissy, Rufus and Moss stood against three posts spaced a few feet apart. The
posts supported crossbeams, which ran between the top of the walls. Their hands
were cuffed together behind the posts. The three slaves looked from one white
man to another, obviously fearing for their lives.
The two white men turned their attention to me, looks of concern on their
faces. They stood near mother's suspended form. My captor stopped a few feet
away and said, "What do you want to do with the little filly, we weren't told
about her."
"Shut your mouth," said the bigger of the two in the room, a real bull of a
man. "Bring her over and we'll tie her to this other post here." As the strong
arms guided me forward the man asked, "Who are you girl?"
It took a moment to find my voice, and then I said as forcefully as I could,
"I'm Mandy Devoe and you're trespassing on my daddy's property. If you don't
let us go this instant he'll have your hides." The men just laughed. I was
about to say more, but something in the big man's eyes made me swallow the words
that were on my tongue.
The slaves were against posts on one side of where momma hung naked. They
cuffed me to a post on her other side. The three of them walked to the far end
of the room, conferring with their heads together in hushed tones. Holding my
breath and straining to hear, I could barely make out little snatches of
conversation: "nothing was said about . . . what if he . . . treats women . .
.two for the . . . more money." As they talked their eyes glance my way from
time to time. They huddled for a good ten minutes before walking back.
By this time mother had come to. She was silently watching the men, with
occasional glances at me. When I tried to engage her eyes she flushed and
looked away. The obvious leader had so far done all the talking. One of the
others dragged over a wooden chair and placed it a few feet in front of mother.
The leader sat down and his two lackeys stood to the sides and slightly behind
his chair.
He looked appreciatively at mother, then turned his attention to me for a few
moments, his eyes roaming up and down my body. I flushed at the appraising way
he looked at me. Despite his common dress he was a handsome brute. He stood
over six feet, solidly built with doubtless not an ounce of fat on his muscular
body. He had shaggy brown hair, a broad forehead, and heavy eyebrows over
striking but cruel blue eyes. His straight, thin nose flared to generous
nostrils. He was clean-shaven with a wide, stern, thin-lipped mouth and a
strong jaw. Dressed in gentlemen's clothes I would have given him a look, even
though menace shone in his eyes.
He said, "We are going to spend a little time together and we want to make it
as easy on us as possible, so I'm going to give you a few simple rules. First
let me introduce myself. I am Jess, this gent on my left is Frank, and on my
right is Seth. Now then, rule number one, if you don't want to be gagged from
now until we're done with you, do not talk unless we tell you to. I get mad
easy and you want me mad as little as possible, and what would make me real mad
would be to hear how your father or your brother will put a rope around our
necks. The only ones doing any threatening around here will be us, understood?"
I was surprised at how cultured he sounded given his poor clothes.
I glanced at momma and she nodded her head immediately. Jess waved a hand
and Frank stepped forward and undid mother's gag. Jess continued, "Rule number
two is, do as you're told, no whiny questions or back talk, just move your ass
right now. Rule number three is, don't try to escape. We got three mighty big
dogs tied out by the barn and believe me, you don't want them tracking you down.
If we think up some more rules we'll let you know. Now then, we're ready to
have some fun."
Frank and Seth grinned like idiots. Frank was skinny but strong looking. A
wide expressive mouth marked his long thin face. His smile was so broad and
happy it made the rest of his face stretch to accommodate it. Frank didn't look
too bright. Seth was another matter. Short and heavy, he had a round head with
thinning hair. While his ugly facial features were soft, with little eyes, a
bulbous nose, and a small, thick-lipped mouth, he somehow looked like a very
cunning, cruel man, and it was he I was most afraid of.
"Yeah boss, let's get started. I want me some them fancy bitches," Frank
said.
Jess responded, "All in proper time. First we are going to have some fun
making them beg. Not that we will stop having fun just because they beg, but
begging will let us know they be eager to follow directions. Ladies, I might as
well tell you that we are very fond of inflicting pain and having sex, usually
at the same time. So fond are we of doing these things that we travel far and
wide just to do it. But enough talk, better to give you a demonstration."
He stood up and retrieved the same whip Sissy had been using when I first
looked in on them. Walking to mother's defenseless figure, he ran the tails of
the whip up and down her back from neck to ankles. Without a word he reared his
arm back and lashed the leather thongs across her back, faint red stripes
instantly appearing on her pale white skin. She cried out and said, "Oh please
stop, it hurts too much."
He stopped for a moment to say, "I was going to give you twenty. Now it's
thirty, and if you keep talking I'll add ten for each time you ask me to stop.
Before we're through with you I expect to hear you beg for more, but till that's
what you want to talk about, keep your requests to yourself." "Whack," the
beating resumed. Slow and methodical, never striking the same place twice in a
row, he worked top and bottom coming close to, but not yet striking her full ass
cheek. With each blow mother jerked and cried out, tears streaming down the
sides of her face. Red lines marked her from shoulder to the small of her back,
and from ankles to the tops of her thighs, turning her fair skin into a bright
red weave of tenderness.
Mother stopped screaming, her vocal sounds turning to little yelps and steady
moans as the tails of the whip landed with a splat against the softer flesh of
her buttocks. I watched with a renewing trickle from my pussy as her full butt
cheeks flattened under the thongs, then bounced back and quivered. By the end
of thirty strokes momma was mewing and rubbing her thighs up and down against
one another. The men grinned and Frank said in a happy voice, "I think she
likes it already, boss."
Jess stepped in front of mother and said, "I think you do. Would you like
thirty more on your tits?"
Momma looked wide-eyed and shook her head no. He said, "Well you got to stay
busy some way. How about sucking some cock?" Again she shook her head no.
"Then I guess we'll have to keep ourselves occupied by stripping your little
girl and whipping on her for awhile."
"Noooo," mother wailed.
"Come on, boys, let's get the little bitch who dresses like man and see if
there is a girl under there."
Momma pleaded, "No, please, I'll do it."
"Do what, tell us exactly." Jess demanded.
"I'll suck cock. I'll run my tongue all over it. I'll drink your cum and
lick your balls. Please take what you want with me, but leave my little girl
alone."
Momma's words made my heart go out to her. Willing to do such disgusting
things for my sake, I felt ashamed for the way I had treated her for so long,
and ashamed for the way I got excited watching Jess whip her ass.
Frank and Seth set about getting momma down. Jess turned toward the slaves
and said, "You there, the one with the big cock, what's your name, boy."
"Rufus, suh, Rufus be my name."
"Well, Rufus, how would you like your cock sucked?"
"That be mighty fine, suh."
Jess walked over and began to release Rufus, talking over his shoulder as he
did so, "Miss Lucy I'd be obliged if you tell all three of these fine black
folks that they are to follow the same rules we gave you. I want you to tell
them that until we are finished with our time together me and the boys here are
their only masters, and that if we decide to let them stay with you when we
leave, you won't do anything to punish them for obeying us. Life is hard enough
for these people. Now give them your word."
Momma's pale skin had gone pink when she understood it was Rufus she was
supposed to take in her mouth in front of the others and me. I guess her mind
just got overloaded. She didn't respond, but just stood passively between Frank
and Seth.
"No more second chances," shouted Jess, "get her on her knees and tie her
wrists to her ankles. Then we'll get the young one ready so we can hurt her
right quick if this one gives us any more trouble.
"Nooo, I'll do it. Please," mother pleaded.
"Too late, whore. Get to it boy's.
Mother was forced down on her face on the floor. They bent her left arm
back, folded her left leg and lashed wrist to ankle, then did the same with her
right arm and leg. A wooden stick about an inch thick and three feet long, with
cords on the ends, was lashed to the bindings on her wrists and ankles, forcing
her feet way apart and making her back arch more sharply. The two men then
picked her up bodily and carried her to the table Sissy's had recently occupied.
They lowered her onto the table with her arched belly up. Adjusting her
position so her head was hanging over the end, they passed a strap across the
calves of her legs to keep her in place, leaving her feet, knees and shoulders
touching the table, with her tits, belly and genitals thrusting up.
Frank and Seth couldn't resist a few slaps and pinches, but Jess interrupted
their fun by saying, "Plenty of time for that, boys, let momma get comfortable
for a minute so we can get a look at little missy over there."
My mind was working in little snatches of awareness. At once I was aware
that the lewd sight of my shapely mother was stirring some sexual yearning in
me. The sight of her thrusting tits made my nipples tingle, and the way her
pubic mound rose above her wide spread thighs gave me a quivery feeling in my
own loins. I was aware that Rufus and Moss were both erect as they stared at
mother's helpless nudity. A part of me was angry with them, but at the same
time I was excited by their arousal.
With a menacing look Seth approached, put his face near mine, and said, "Your
choice, missy, you can do as you're told and take your clothes off like a good
girl, or we can tie you spread out by your hands and feet and cut off your
clothes with a knife, long as if you don't mind leaving here with no clothes to
wear."
They uncuffed me and, screwing up all my courage, I said, "Let go of me and
I'll do it myself." Once committed, I didn't hesitate. Facing the rest of
them, including mother, whose upside down face was turned toward me, I slowly
unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it out of my breeches and let it hang open. I wore
no undergarment, giving them glimpses of my firm breasts as I leaned back
against the pole and worked off my riding boots and socks. Then I dropped my
shirt to the floor, setting my tits free, feeling their eyes fixed on my
nursemaid size nipples. I quickly shed my breeches, pulling my underwear with
them in hopes no one would notice the large wet stain.
