Chapter 6
Every trait of my personality urged me to demand our freedom, but something
ancient and irresistible kept the words inside. It wasn't just fear, nor even
good sense, but something deeper that called to the primitive female inside me.
Whatever it was, I found myself standing naked with my body erect and my
shoulders back, tingling all over as I offered myself for their inspection.
For a time it was very quiet, all eyes fixed on me. When the spell broke I
was taken near mother to stand between two posts about five feet apart. I
shivered as they drew my arms up and out, chaining them high on each post, then
forced my feet far apart and secured my ankles near the bottom of each post. I
stood rock still, staring into the distance, not giving Seth and Frank the
satisfaction of a reaction as they squeezed my breasts, pinched my nipples, and
cupped my curly haired sex. Inside me it was a different story. Each place
they touched sent a little charge spiraling outward, all my sensitive sex areas
connecting in arousal.
"Don't get the little statue too heated up," Jess chuckled, "we've got lots
of time for that."
Standing beside my mother, Jess said, "Now then momma, tell your slaves what
I ordered, and while you're at it, beg big boy here to shove that fine black
cock down your throat. And by the way, if you don't take all of it, or if you
don't swallow his whole load, we take the whip to little missy."
Tied down in that grotesque position, her resistance was gone. She choked
out, "Sissy, Moss, Rufus, you now belong to these men. I swear no punishment
will come to you for following any command they give you. You can disobey my
wishes only by refusing to do what they tell you. Rufus, please will you let me
suck your cock." Though her resistance was gone and she was bound naked and
exposed in a most humiliating posture, her southern breeding as a lady showed in
the calm and dignified way she made her statement.
Rufus needed no further encouragement, stepping forward quickly to shove his
throbbing member between mothers's wide spread lips. He did nothing subtle,
thrusting his man tool until the dark purple head caught in the back of her
throat. She gagged, trying to get it dislodged far enough to breath. Several
inches of shaft remained outside her lips when he bottomed out with a grunt.
Pulling back he thrust again, and again reached an impasse to the sound of more
gurgling and gagging.
Jess joined his lackey beside the table. Frank reached over and ran his
finger down mother's open slit, then grasped her outer labia between his fingers
and thumb. Pinching down hard and digging his unkempt nail into the tender
flesh, he pulled the tender fold out and then up, gratified by the way her
genitals seemed to spasm from the pain.
Closer to her head Seth stood on one side and Jess on the other. Jess was
just watching the blowjob, while Seth was using mother's helpless position to
work at hurting her right breast. He started by kneading the big mound with one
hand, squeezing it like a lump of dough. He added his other hand and mother
squealed around the prick in her mouth when he took the soft orb in both hands
and pulled, stretching her mound into the shape of a gourd. He bent his mouth
to the dark pink aureole and nipple, sucking and licking first, then clamping
his teeth against the tender area. Her body trembled with pain as he chewed on
her nipple like a dog worrying a bone.
Jess watched Rufus unsuccessful efforts to lodge his pole all the way in her
mouth. He said, "Listen boy, I want to see her swallow the whole thing. If you
can't do it there'll be some punishment in it for you as well. Hold her head so
you get a straight shot into her throat."
Having his cock in his mistress's mouth was already a severe test for Rufus.
He had been born into slavery, and the idea of putting his hands on that
forbidden face was too much to contemplate. Already fevered by her naked
beauty, and from watching her straddle Moss, his brain resolved the dilemma by
sending a message to his groin, triggering a geyser of semen into her throat.
Still struggling with her gag reflex and distracted by the abuse of her breast,
she was unprepared for this first heavy spurt, setting off a prolonged bout of
choking as Rufus dumped stream after stream in her mouth. Most of his cum wound
up on mother's face before the slave pulled his softening dick from her lips.
They took swift measures for the failure of both mother and Rufus to get his
prick all the way in, and mother's second failure to swallow all the jism. They
started with Rufus, tying him spread eagle between two posts. The white men
showed no trace of embarrassment in touching his genitals as they tied a thin
rawhide thong around his cock just under the head, then tied the other end
around his neck, keeping the cord so tight that his penis stretched painfully up
his belly even when his head was bent down to his chest. They put a second loop
around his scrotum, cinched the slipknot tight, and then tied a leather bag to
the other end. A pile of rocks had been placed nearby and they took a
fist-sized piece and dropped it into the sack. Rufus gasped, his wind
temporarily lost, then moaned loudly in his deep voice as the numbing shock of
agony in his testicles faded to a sharp, steady ache.
Sissy was released and brought over with instructions to kneel beside Rufus
and add more rocks when ordered. Before walking away from Rufus, Jess called
for a riding crop, which Frank delivered. Jess stepped to the side of the black
man and said, "Here is a taste of what failure brings." He pulled his arm back
to the side and lashed into the mid point of the stretched backside of Rufus'
penis. "Uuughh," the tortured black screamed, his hips jerking in a fucking
motion as if he could shake the pain loose. This only made the rock sack sway
back and forth, pulling his aching balls forward and back between his thighs.
By the time four more strokes were delivered to the tender skin under his cock
head, Rufus was keening piteously, his body limp. As Jess walked away he said
over his shoulder, "Add a couple more rocks."
