The Plantation... Slave Rape

Her day started off as it always did, here in North Carolina in the summer time, during the infamous era of slavery... Hot, sticky and muggy as hell. The raging sun beat down on her dark skin and tried to drain away her body's precious liquid and needed energy. Still, she kept busy, plucking the white bits of cotton from each stem, and placing them in the large bag that hung around her neck. -Lord (She heard it again..) that scream, that odd cry of pain. She stood up, raised her hand over her eyes to block out the harsh sun, and threw a fearful scowl towards the "house".

Up on the horizon, there sat two houses. One was large and elegant, always freshly painted white and always beautiful. (That was the massa's house). It was large and built in style of stately Victorian, two giant pillars stood out in front, and held up a grand balcony where massa would sometimes talk down to the slaves, when ever he had something notable to say, or some new dictate, he wanted put in place. Different types of beautiful flowers grew around it, and out front, the mistresses prized ruby red roses dressed up the front lawn. Heading up to the large arched, front door, was a winding cobble stone path, that started twelve miles out, from the small end of the plantation, which guided white visitors through massa's property and up to the front door and new slaves, to their new home. The house was bright and truly majestic. It gave the plantation a look of wealth, and of old "southern" money.

It was so large and so grand, that the slave Nubia, could see it way all from the other side of the sixty acre plantation, and white folks would say that you could see it for miles and miles around. She wouldn't know anything about those things, she had never been off the plantation. From the time she was brought here as a very young girl, (about two years old) this is the only world she ever knew.

The second house however was different..

It was dark and frightful, it "felt" evil and full of unholy, blistering spirits. It was surrounded by weeds and thorny brushes, it was the color of dirty maroon, the paint on the house was murky and chipped, the wood underneath smelled old and rotted. The wood was large and thick, it seemed almost impenetrable -or unescapable. The older slaves said, that it was built that way to keep in the heart rending "sounds", even the nails that held those massive hideous logs in place were scary, they were sizable and rusted through, some of them stuck jaggedly out from the house and gave the impression, that one scratch.. And whatever part of your body it cut, would just rot and fall off. Some slaves called it "hell house", still others called it, "a slaves dark mansion". Nubia simply called it "de house o agony" and she unconsciously shuddered, every time she saw it.

It never looked nice.
It never looked elegant.
It never looked grand.

It looked as foreboding as the names it was given, and it was the last place Nubia ever wanted to go. Then she heard it again.. That odd sounding scream. It was coming from " de house o agony", some poor fool musta been dragged up there, during the night and was being taught his or her place. When a male slave was taken there, he either came back whipped half to death.. branded with the massa's name on his face, or without his.. his.. "things". It was there where they took slaves to either brake their spirit... or worse. When a slave woman was taken up there, from what Nubia had heard it was a living hell. A slave woman was only taken there for massa's brand of raw pleasure or to receive his terrible pain.. most times it was for both.

Sometimes, when massa would throw one of his large lavish parties, the female slaves would run and hide, because he and his friends would get drunk come to the slave quarters and snatch up, a slave bitch, who was either too sassy, too pretty or too uppity for her own good. They would drag her kicking and screaming to "de house" get more filthy drunk and play "their games" with her all night long. the next day, the slave bitch would be returned, and she would spend weeks locked in her cabin, fearful and bawling her eyes out. When the slave bitch did come out, no one could get her to tell what went on in "de house". The slave would never speak on it, her humiliation would be too deep. There was even a rumor, that now and then, sometimes the massa's wife went there to watch, but as Nubia stood there looking up at the dark place, she doubted if that was true, massa's wife was nice, she was a lady and a true vision of a southern charm. A southern belle in all her rights, and a good Christian woman. This lie was started by the white overseers, who didn't like her, because she always stepped in, when ever she saw them giving harsh treatment to one the slaves.

Nubia was born into slavery but you would not know this if you saw her. She was a proud colored young woman and she had a voluptuously built "thick" body, that showed the elegance of perhaps African royalty. Some may have looked at her body and judged it by three letters "BBW", others would look, and their mouth would water and the words "brick house" or Ghetto booty" would come forth mixed with longing and lust. She had a nice fat, it sat up plump and round. When she walked it would sway in perfect rhythm with her body. If you watched hard enough, you could almost see the muscles tighten, relax and flow with each step, as both cheeks of her dark ass, caressed each other under her old baggy dress. She had the large firm tits of youth, big brown melons, that bounced when she laughed and jiggled whenever she bent forward. Some of the older slaves would fight to see who would get the opportunity to work facing her, that way that could sneak a peek down the front of her dress, at her sweat drenched browns tits, each time she reached down to pluck the cotton.

Her waist was smaller then her top and bottom, but just as thick, when watching her from behind, you could almost imagine gripping that waist while having her down on all fours, and penetrating her dark warm openings. She stood there watching both houses, her mind drifting about, when a painful smack on her large round ass, snapped her back to reality. "Move bitch... get back to work!" It was Rufus, the head nigger on these grounds. he was the only house nigger, that was allowed to go into the massa's big white house, and sometimes he thought that made him better than all the other slaves, she thought this as she rubbed the tender spot, on her round ass.

He was large, bald headed and black as night. His body was well built, and it was said that he made massa a lot of money, when he used to fight in something called "nigger combat". That's when they put two slaves in a circle, and white men would make bets. He wore a patch over his right eye, and it was said that, it was from the last fight he ever had.

From what Nubia had heard, the other slave had beat him to a bloody pulp, as the white men roared on. So whipped into a fenzy by the cheers of the white men, as Rufus lay on the ground, the slave reached down grabbed Rufus' head and just for sport, he pulled out Rufus's eye. Rufus lay on the ground eyeless and defeated, he was beat but he knew the massa had bet every thing he owned on Rufus to win. In an herculean effort, Rufus grabbed the other nigger and broke his neck. The massa became one of the richest men in North Carolina after that, and out of gratitude, he let Rufus retire and help the overseers run the slaves.

Nubia had no pity for Rufus, for he was a cruel nigger. He would beat up on weaker slaves, take what ever he wanted and had been known to rape young girls if one caught his "eye" and refused to sleep with him. Nubia was now old enough, and still a virgin, she had now caught Rufus’s one lustful "eye". "Damn Nubia," said Rufus "dat fat ass of yo's is sure gettin big.. it's all nice and round and jucy.. and tender lookin.. why don't you come on down to muh quarters, sos I kin give dat big thang somethin good..." Nubia looked at him with a disgusted frown and replied "No, I don think so Rufus... yo aint got what I want in a man." she replied "Oh really bitch... and whut iz dat?"

"A got-damn personality!" Bertha snapped back, she then turned and walked away, purposely shaking her fat ass, and singing "yo mouth kin water.. yo teeth may grit.. but none of this stuff yo gonna get!" Laughing at the big, one-eyed black man as she strolled away.

She heard a roar of anger escape from Rufus's lips and she turned just in time to see him charging towards her, as if to bash her to the ground. In the recesses of Rufus’s angry mind, Since Nubia didn't want to sleep with him later... then he would fuck her right here and right now! Right here in the cotton field... take her, like she was a nickle whore or some worthless tramp. He would forcibly seize her and throw her fat ass to the ground, and viciously rape her. He would be as a horney, crazed, black stallion and she would be a defenseless mare. Unable to withstand his wild sexual fury.

He would pry those big legs apart, and pull her baggy dress up over her knees, and then over those luscious thighs, he would then mount her inexperienced body and thrust his huge black cock deep into her tight, fat, virgin pussy in one motion. He would hold her down with one large hand and as he violated her small opening with his huge weapon, he would take his other hand, and ram his big finger up in her soft, fat, sexy ass... he would fuck her hard, cruel... and dry. He would grab her hair, pull her head back and grunt his savage hunger in her ear. She would scream in pain and he would laugh at her tears and sobs, as he felt his cock ripped her virgin pussy open, as she painfully tried in vain to pull his large fingers from between her sweet brown ass cheeks. Then he would howl in triumph as he violently orgasmed inside her, making her accept his dark seed, as it flooded her womb...

But his lustful-zeal and his speed was moving a tad to fast, he underestimated the agility of Nubia, she knew he only had one eye, so she side-stepped him over to his blind side, and then tripped him up, with her left foot. As he tumbled to the ground, Nubia leaped on top of his back, her thick frame kept him from turning over, and she beat him unmercifully. "Bitch... get the fuck offa me...stop.. stop..", she didn't stop... even when the other slaves ran over and pulled her off of him, she was still kicking and screaming her disgust at him. "I DON'T WANT YO, TIRED AZZ!!" She spat.. "YOU AIN'T GETTIN NOTHIN FROM ME... YOU HEAR... NOTHIN... YO FUCKIN BASTARD... NOTHIN..." Rufus shot back, YES AHH WILL... BITCH... YES AHH WILL..". She knew what that meant, Rufus had been known to be sneaky, and to get even no matter what it took. But Nubia had shown him that she wasn't afraid of him and he had a weakness... his blind side. Rufus wouldn't try to take her again by himself, men like Rufus rarely came back alone, when the "intended victim" had more bite, than bark. Then a fearful thought came to Nubia, "He would tell massa" At that thought, her heart skipped a beat.

Nubia really had a secret crush on "the massa", she had a "thing" for him, since she was a little girl. She always fantasized that he would be her "first" man, he would sweep her up, take her to his bed and make slow and beautiful love to her. The thought of wanting to "make love" to the man who owned her, made her feel shame, and a self revolt, as if she was sick or some kind of "freak" or something. So Nubia never told a soul, and she tried not to think about it. Except late at night, when the evening air was too hot to sleep, and she lay alone in her cot, rubbing between sweaty brown thighs and caressing her "favorite place".

The master was a born southerner, but his family sent him off to Europe when he was young, to be raised and schooled "real proper". He talked, walked and acted like a English victorian gentleman. He was tall and powerfully lean, he had dark, penetrating eyes that were a piercing steel blue and white pale skin. His hair was a shiny jet black and always well kept, and always pulled back into a gentlemen’s pony tail. He looked, walked and acted like a general or some great commander. Whenever he rode through the slave area on "rogue" his white stallion, Nubia could almost see him leading a battalion of men, off to some great war. Each time she saw him it would almost take her breath away, and she would get wet from her excitement.

Rufus on the other hand was not done. He would take her one day, this he promised himself.. He would take her with no mercy, he would fuck her with all the anger and bile, and all the strength he had, he would split her virgin pussy in two! Then he would rape her virgin ass, and make her scream... The she would see, who is stronger! When the master saw Rufus, he looked at him and questioned.. "Rufus what in the hell happened to you?" Rufus then lied, "Dis nigger bitch, I wuz tryin to be nice to, ran up behind me and hit me with a rock. Uh master iz it possible yo can let me use a couple a men to drag her to da hell house? Dis bitch wuz also all uppity, and sassy sayin: NOBODY.. gonna take her virgin pussy from her.. Nobody!"

The master looked sternly at Rufus and asked.. " Did she say nobody Rufus?", Rufus answered quickly..." she said Nobody sir, nobody on dis earth!". The master face hardened and his pale skin turned red, "how dare some nigger slave think so highly of herself! If I let her get away with this every slave is going to believe that she can refuse her betters" . Rufus smiled at this reaction, he hoped he could get the master riled up. "So master I can take a couple o da men and bring her to da "hell house" and sho her whose boss?"

"No Rufus, you won't do this. This type of attitude requires my own unique brand of punishment. Oh you can come along if you wish, you can even have what’s left, but I will be the dominant teacher in this class... Tonight Rufus, we shall go get this slave bitch and take her to the house of pleasure."

Rufus's plan had worked a little to well. He wanted help to bring her to the "hell house" but he wanted to be alone, he wanted all that nice peice of thick virgin pussy for himself! No matter, Rufus thought. Something was better than nothing, and at least she would get hers.

When Bertha heard the news, in fear she ran up to the master's house, being careful not to be spotted by Rufus or the master, she knocked on the back door and asked to speak with the masters wife. When the masters wife came to the door. she was wearing a long white beautiful summer dress with hand sewn roses at the hem, she looked like the purity of the south. She was a good woman, and if any one could talk the master out of this, it was her. The master's wife was a chaste Christian woman. Every Sunday she was in church. She even taught the slave children about the bible, and the Lord. yes she would talk to the master, he listens to her Bertha told herself. When Bertha saw the mistress, she told her everything, she cried her eyes out and sobbed almost hysterically, the mistress tenderly held her hand, and comforted her as Bertha talked. When she finished the mistress gave her a hug and told her that everything was going to be alright and she would take care of everything.

The mistress stroked Bertha's dark curley hair, and hummed a "spiritual" until Bertha stopped crying. The mistress went into the house and the next thing bertha heard was a lot of yelling and apologizing, and the next thing she knew Rufus came running out of the house holding his head. As he ran by, he saw Bertha smiling at him, and he shot an evil look her way and yell out "One day hoe, yo gonna get yours.. beleive me.. yo gonna get yos!... Bertha heard the master apologizing to the mistress and she breath a sigh of relief and headed back to the slave area. She felt good. Rufus had been stopped, the master had been told the truth, and it was the perfect ending to a bad day.

Later that evening after she ate, she washed up and was ready for bed. She laid her thick frame down on her soft cot and smiled to herself, as she closed her eyes and hoped she would have romantic dreams about the master. She woke up startled to the loud sound of cracking and breaking wood, she dreamily tried to respond, and she turned to see dark figures coming through her broken door. At first she thought it was a dream, until she felt the open slap of a big hand, and the rough grip of being pulled from the bed. "W-w-whats goin on?.." she asked, another slap across her face and a voice "shut the fuck up bitch.."

She was being forcibly dragged from her room, then panic set in. She started to fight back, she kicked, scratched and punched, she reached up and grabbed a hand full of someone's balls, and She squeezed them with all her might. She heard a painful howl, as the shadowy body slumped over in pain, and fell to the floor. She then used her free hand, punched the other shadow and began to fight off her attackers.

Bertha did well for a time, hitting, kicking and keeping her attackers at bay, all of a sudden one shadow hit her from behind, and another shadow landed a savage blow to her stomach. All the air left her body, as she slid to the floor. Another shadow kicked her repeatedly, as another one held her down. When the shadows was sure the fight was gone out of her, they then continued their dark deed and dragged her from her home.

Once outside, she was dragged to her feet. It was dark and chilly as a lonely grave, and the only light was from a full moon. The dim light from the moon made the shadows that abducted her more chilling. A noose was put around her neck and her arms were tied behind her back, she soon felt herself being led like a dog through the open field. She didn't know where they were taking her, and at first she thought she was being taken somewhere to be lynched. When she realized, that was not going to happen, she found some nerve inside herself to speak.. "W-w-where a-are y-you taking me s-sirs?" She pleaded. "I-I didn't d-do anything w-wrong... I-I'mma good nigger.. Ah d-don't c-cause no p-problems...or n-nothin."

She felt the hard blow from one of the shadows, it came across her face and she could taste the blood as it trickled down her lip. "Bitch...You were told to shut the fuck up!!" the voice growled at her. The voice was cruel and merciless, it sounded like it didn't care about her pleas or her welfare.." It was a voice filled with malice.. It was a voice she also recognized. It was Rufus! "Oh god" she thought, "it's Rufus!" He said she would get hers. Her voice rang out, "Rufus? Rufus is that you? You better let me go before the massa and the mistress find out!" She tried to sound braver than she really was. Actually she had never been so scared in her life. She had no idea what this black madman would do to her because she had shamed him... And nobody ever shamed Rufus and lived!

As Bertha was being led through the field like a pack animal, she could hear the shadows laughing up ahead, she tried to listen in, but she spent all of her time dodging trees, and tripping over stones, and one time they purposely led her through a brier patch, and she howled as the thorny bushes raked her dark skin. All she had on was her thin slip, and it gave her no protection from the stickly barbs and thorns. Each time she tripped over a stone or cried out in pain, the voices would laugh and she could hear Rufus laughing hard as hell. Each time they ran her into a tree or over a bush, they would pull the rope and she would be held up only by the tender flesh of her neck.

She walked for what seemed like hours. Her feet were battered and sore, her tender thighs were scratched and lightly bleeding, her knees ached from many falls and her neck was raw from her cries and the constant tightening of the rope. Her arms had went numb and her hands felt like little pins were growing inside them. Each step was agony, each movement sent slivers of pain through her body. All of a sudden the shadows made a sharp turn and she fell over, as she fell she felt the noose tighten around her throat, and she gagged from the sudden loss of air she heard Rufus yell "Git up bitch..Git yo stupid ass up..or you wanna lay there and choke ta death.." The shadows laughter rang through out the night.

She staggered slowly, painfully to her feet. As she got up, she was immediately dragged onward. When they reached what seemed like a road, She breathed a sigh of relief, now all she had to worry about was the small stones that stabbed into her feet like sharp pointy daggers. She knew or thought, that by now, her feet were a bleeding mess. If they were not, they sure felt like they were. She would probably not be able to walk normally for some time after this. She had no idea where she was being led, her mind drifted in and out of consciousness as she was dragged on. She never realized what was ahead until she looked up.

"De-house", she thought, as they approached its dark image, "Oh Lordy God..dey taking me to de-house.." With that last thought Bertha panicked, all of a sudden, with what little strength she had left, she charged the group, hoping to at least make them drop the rope and then she would take off into the night. She didn't care how much they would beat her, what they would do. All she knew was she didn't want to go to "de house." She would do whatever she needed to do, to ensure that. She threw her thick frame against the group, and on another day she may have succeeded in her attempt. But now, she was weak and tired. She had been worn down by the harsh walk, so all she did was push them to the side. She took off running, hoping to put as much distance between her and her abusers. She took off like her very life depended on it, her plan was perfect, and it went off flawlisly, except for thing...

She forgot the rope still attached to her neck...

she jerked like a rag doll when she reached the end of her slack, she made a painful "urk" sound as the rope bit into her flesh. Her throat constricted from the tightening rope, and the air was immediately cut off, she tried desperately to gasp in some precious air. They stood over her, laughing, as she rolled on the ground and gasped like a fish out of water. Her chest burned from the lack of air and her mouth painfully, opened up in a silent scream. She rolled over on her back and watched the moon as it dimmed in her eyes, "I'm gonna die" she thought, as felt the world start to fade away, "I'm gonna die right here, on this dirty road with a rope around my neck..." That was the last thought she had.. The last thing she saw was the group of shadows standing over her laughing as she fell into the cold darkness of death.

When she awoke, she was in de-house. The room was totally dark and the only light came from the full moon as it spilled into the window. The room had an odd sweet smell to it, had she known what it was she would have recognized the dark sensual odor of the drug called Opium. The sweet smell made her feel light headed. She tried to move but could not. Her hands were bound to a wooden pole, which was set behind her head and laid across her dark shoulders. Her hands were bound to each end of the pole and a leather restraint affixed to the middle of the pole, was secured tightly around her neck. The leather restraint was studded with little diamonds, and a metal loop hung down from its front. This made the leather restraint look more like a dog collar than a item of restriction.

The metal loop on the front of the dog collar was attached to a steel chain, and the chain was connected another metal loop which was nailed to the floor. The chain was only half her size, and because of it's shortness, it pulled forward and kept her from standing straight up. Her body was so bent over, that she would have fell on her face, if not for a thick leather belt, which was wrap around her midsection connected to another chain which attached to the ceiling. She hung partly suspened in the air and her dangling feet were shackled to a chain, also clamped the floor. Attached to her legs just above both her calves, were two tightly bound leather restraints, they were attached to both ends of a wooden pole, and this kept her large dark legs spread far apart.

Something hard was in her mouth... between her teeth... something that kept her from being able to close her mouth. It was a piece of soft wood, bound in leather and tied around her head, the wood was round and had a round hole cut in the middle, and though the material was soft between her teeth, she couldn't bite through it and the leather restraints tied around her head, kept her from spitting it out. She watched as her drool ran down from the hole in the wood and created little puddle of spittle on the floor. Her night gown had been stripped from her unconscious body and it lay in torn tatters at her feet. Without her meager night gown to cover her naked skin, the position she was in and the way she hung like a piece of meat awaiting a butchers untender mercies, made her feel shame at this indignation.

Her head pounded from the blow she took to the back of her head and as she breath in the sickly sweet air, her eyes tried to accustomed themselves to the dark room. Her eyes stung as if someone was blowing smoke in her face, and when she looked down, she saw the soft glow of the opium stick slowly burning, sending wafts of the narcardic drug towards her face, in her nose and deep down her lungs, with each breath. She had no idea what the burning wood was, she was a slave and things like opium were not her concern, only field work and slave duties.

When she first awoke, she was on the verge of mad panic, SHE WAS IN THE HOUSE... but creators of this dungeon anticipated such reactions, so they installed the opium burner in the floor as a way of controlling their "guest". The opium laced air eased her pounding head and she started to feel oddly euphoric. She had no idea the drug was starting to take its affect on her, all she knew was it was dark and cold, and she was naked, chained and strapped to both the ceiling and the floor. She hung there for what seemed like hours, her neck and her shoulders hurt badly, her arms and hands had fallen asleep and it felt like little needles were being jabbed repeatedly in them over and over again. Her mind both in panic and fear, yet almost drugged into submission from the opium, was so tired.. So fatigued, she was ready to do anything... anything, to get back to her slave shack of a home.

"So bitch, you're awoke..." a dark voice uttered from an even dark corner. She painfully tried to arch her head against the restraining dog collar to look towards the sound of the voice. As the shadow stood up and stepped into the moonlight, she recognized it was the lord of the plantation... "maaa-shaa" she exclaimed as she spoke through the round hole in the wooden mouth restraint, "maas-shaa, peease.." Her owner, Master Stone laughed at the odd sounding way her pleas came through her restraint. Stone stared menacingly at her for a long time without saying a word, Bertha on the other hand tried desperately to plead with him for her release.

Her headache may have somewhat eased up, but her body wracked with pain. She had been walk through stickly brier patches, and hedges, across small jagged stones in her bare feet. She had been walked into trees and tripped over any object they came across. She had been beat unmerciful, back at her shack of a house, and almost choked to death by rope. Now the fear of the unknown, the torture of hanging from the ceiling in the cold, the restraining straps and chains, snatched the last of her strength washed away in her tears. "Good" Stone thought, her will is totally broken, now we can move on to the next phase.

"It has come to my attention..." Stone cold voice slowly started, "Hearing rumors of an uppity slave, telling other slaves what she will and will NOT do..." "Nooh..mass-sha..da na twue.. Bertha tried to explain through her mouth restraint. "Nor do I appreciate... that same uppity slave, coming into my home and trying to bring chaos between the mistress and myself..." Stone voice soften, "haven't I always took care of you slaves?" "Yesh mass-sha.." "Haven't I, supplied you people with food, shelter, and clothing? "Yeshh mass-shaa.." "I have taken care of you better than any master in this state... in this country! You should see how deplorable other masters treat their slaves, but me... I have been as humane as I could possibly be... " He was now walking around her as if inspecting prize cattle, her head twisted oddly as she tried to follow his every move.

"I have tried to protect you young women from both the hired hand and the other male slaves, haven't I?" He stated as he walked towards the back of her hanging form. "Yessh mass-sha" she quickly replied, afraid now that he was behind her. "Has anyone ever harassed you?" "Yessh-massa- Oofus.." "SHUT UP BITCH... Rufus has told me all about you, do not try to now lie on him." He stood behind her, admiring her firm dark ass. It was round and fat, without a blemish to it. The cheeks looked soft, and muscular, from all the field work she did. The crack of her ass sunk in nicely, and went down to disappear into dark untouched areas, areas he would soon enjoy. He could tell she had taken good care of her body. Despite the cuts, scratches and bruises she received being brought to the house, her skin looked as sweet, as a dark ripe plum. His mouth watered as his eyes ran over every part of her body, from his new position in the back, the chains from the ceiling let her hang high enough for his carnal inspection, yet low enough for entry.

Bertha was a big woman, not much fat mind you, just big in frame. She had large firm tities, that now hung like big heavy melons, her hips were big also, "good for child rearin", he had been told, her ass nice and fat and sat like a small mountain on her back. His cock started to get hard, imagining taking her from behind, he wanted to whip her ass, smack it hard and listen to the sound of his large white hands against her soft dark skin. At this moment whether Rufus lied or not (which Stone now realize that he did) it didn't matter, this slave was not going to leave this house, the way she came in...
undamaged.

"Slaves, to me.." Stone barked, and from out of the shadows of the dim lit room, came three half clad slave women, with scrub brushes and wooden buckets. The women were naked from the waist up, they were slaves from this plantation, and Bertha recognized them as women who had been brought to this house before and they all had an odd gleam in their eyes. The "odd gleam in their eyes" she saw, was actually a opium induced state. These women had been taken just as Bertha had, and had been abused so many, many times, they now live "hooked" in the safety of the strong drug. "Slaves... I want her washed, and prepared, she might receive her Master". Straightaway, the women went to work, they dipped their large course brushes in the wooden buckets and came out with hot soapy water, they splashed the water on Bertha's big frame and proceeded to scrub her down.

Bertha howled as the course brush hairs went to work on her smooth skin, and as the lye soap washed onto her cuts and bruises, the harsh chemical burned like acid. She tried to escape her tormentors, and she jerked around in her restraints with a mad ferocity. Stone reached into one bucket and picked up a wash rag, he went behind her and slowly methodically washed her plumb ass, once again his mouth watered and his cock got hard, as he ran the cloth over her firm butt, he then washed between the crack of her ass, tried to stick a cloth covered finger in the hole. She squealed out "Nooohhh mass-sha...peeasse... noh...in der..peesazz!" "He smiled to himself "Good, she's a virgin in her ass...", he then moved down to her pussy.

He gently washed back and forth across her cunt, and as the soapy water made his hands slippery he slid a sudsy finger, between the thick lips of her pussy, he began to rub back and forth across her clit as if washing it. He didn't insert his finger into her snatch, he just continued moving back and forth between the lips of her cunt and across her clit. He soon felt the clit begin to grow and come out from under it's protective fleshy hood at his consistent manipulations. Stone now knew that her pussy was used to being stimulated, even if she was not having sex. The opium drug and the back and forth motion that Stone was doing, began to have it's desired effect, Nubia's breath come in fast short gasp. Stone could tell, that though she didn't want to, her body was aroused. He could only imagine how wet she was now becoming at his caresses. He chuckled to himself, dropped the rag in the bucket and ordered the other slaves to "finish her up!" as he turned and walked away.

It was time for him to prepare.

When Stone left the room, the slave women began to giggle and tease Nubia, "The master is sho gonna enjoy yo" one dreamily said, as her voice slurred from her earlier dose of Opium. The other slave laughed and smacked Nubia's fat ass, "Yeah... he gonna take yo good." The third slave joined in, "Are you's a virgin, young gal?" she asked "yeah, she's a virgin.." laughed another. "She ain't never had a man's thing in her, Ah bet, she don't even know what one looks like" They all erupted in laughter as they continued to wash her body. "Well she won't be a virgin for long, dats fo sure." said one of the slaves as she pulled her towels out, and began to dry Nubia's body down. The other two slaves got out their towels as well, and began to join in.

They dried her entire body, running the warm towel between Nubia's legs, drying her cunt, under her arms, over her titties, and across her big nipples that now stood erect, from the water and cool air. The last one, continued to dry her back, and ran the towel between the cheeks of her ass, and Nubia instinctively flinched and clenched her cheeks together when the towel stroked her tight ass-hole. "Yeah, you won't be a virgin when you leave here... jus abouts every hole in yo body will know what hard white cock feel like.." They all laughed and left her alone, as they headed back to another room to smoke more Opium, and where they could listen to Nubia's cries as the master had his way with her.

Stone was in another room preparing himself. He stripped down naked and stood up straight. He lifted his arms and waited. Two new black slave women came out with jars in their hands. They too had a "glassy look" in their eyes, for they also smoked the Opium pipe. They unscrewed the jars and dipped their hands into the thick lanolin oil. They covered their hands in it, and began to coat Stone's nude body with it. They started at his neck and moved down across his pale broad shoulders. They coated his arms, and ran their dark fingers though the hair on his on his chest. They applied more of the thick liquid to waist and his ass, and as one slave greased his legs, the other one coated and massaged his balls and cock. This massaging made his white cock grow erect. The slave massaged and pulled on his member as it swelled up and grew out. It was long and thick, and had a peculiar curve to it.

The large bulbous pink head capped off the large veined shaft, and it shined and throbbed as it too was coated with oil. Stone loved the feeling of being covered with greasy oil, something about it, made him feel more degenerate, and perverse. He remembered the last slave he had brought to the house, she fought as he raped her, but her hands couldn't get a good grip, nor could the muscles in her cunt keep his slick, greasy cock from plunging deep into her virgin hole. Stone wasn't always a raping pervert, when his parents sent him to Europe, he ran across an old castle, and while looking around in it's dungeon of a cellar, he unearth an ancient book hidden behind an old wall. As he opened the book and glanced over the old "strange" language and odd symbols, something dark and sinister that was also sealed behind the wall by ancient priests, rose up from a badly mutilated skeleton that was not only shackled to the wall but also had a huge nail lodged through it's bony body and into the wall behind it.

Whoever he was, the ancients did not ever want him to escape. Stone's body stiffened as the darkness entered his body, he then looked down at the pages and he realized it was a language called "Russian". Not only did he know it was Russian, he found he could now understand it, and he knew exactly what the "odd symbols" were for. As he read the authors name on the book, an odd evil smile crossed his lips, he came to Europe as one person, he would leave as two. He would be Peter Stone, southern-born student from North Carolina, of the United States of America and the author of the dark book, "Nicholas Ivan Rasputin" the carnal, perverted high priest, and mad monk of Russia. He had been killed (poisoned, stabbed, shot, quartered and drowned) by the hierarchy of mother Russia, despite all of this, his body still lived. They put the moaning corpse in a steel casket and rode like mad south to France.

Once in France, they visited ancient priests and begged their assistance. The priest took the body, to their basement and shackled it to a wall, the eyes of corpse opened wide and began to call on very old gods for mystic assistance. Rasputin laughed at the men and told them he would escape, come back and kill them all, It was then, that the priest stabbed the undying corpse with a large nail that had been blessed by the Holy Vatican all the way through the body, and with a rather large hammer secured it to the wall. The demon screamed at the torturous treatment, then it's head slumped forward, and once again the mad monk called Rasputin died. To make sure he stayed hidden, the priest then sealed him and his arcane book of knowledge behind a brick wall.

Peter Stone's parents suspected a change in their son, when he finally came back from Europe. He was charming and magnetic, he could seduce even the most chaste woman, they even notice how his appetite for slave women had increased. They didn't realize how changed, how diabolical he was until they awoke one night, trapped in their bedroom with the house a blazed. They screamed and died in the fire and afterwards, Stone repaired the burned out shell and painted it a dark crimson red. Baptized in blood and fire "Hell House" was born, now Stone could appease his dark hungers unabated, as the sole heir and new owner of a rather large Plantation...

Stone walked down the dark eerie hall towards the prep room, where Nubia was being held. His entire body was covered in oil and he wore nothing except a very tight pair of leather briefs, with two holes cut in them. One hole was at the bottom and it allowed his testicles to hang free, the other hole was in front and his massive cock hung from it's opening. His white large cock was only semi- erect and barely throbbing, at the base of it's fat shaft, was a rubber clamp which encircled both his member and around his balls. Stone loved this little tool, it made his cock swell even harder once it got erect, it also kept him from cuming, which prolonged both his erection and his depraved joy.

He walked into the room, and strolled in front of Nubia. When she saw his white semi-naked body, she blushed and looked down. She had never seen a man with this little clothes on especially a white man, especially her master. She hung from the ceiling ashamed, feeling like this was something she should not be seeing. "Look up at me child" Nubia shook her head and shamfully kept it down, "BITCH, I SAID LOOK UPON ME.." It was this "new" scary voice, that made her head snap up, to see who else was in the room. It sounded liked the master, yet it did not... It sounded almost foreign(?) As she looked upon her master, she saw he was covered from neck to toe in thick oil. He wore only a tight skimpy pair of man briefs, and his "things" hung out. His things also had something wrapped around his "pee-pee" and his testicles, and Nubia wondered what it was for.

Stone stood before Nubia as she watched his greaed nakedness, and he then began to stroke his cock. He slid his hands up and down it's shaft and Nubia became amazed how it began to grow longer and thicker. "We have some games to play" he said "We will do things to your sexy body, that you have never ever dreamed. We will take you over and over again. For us, this will be a night of sheer passion, for you.. It will be a learning experience." She listened to her master, and then the words sank in "We?"

With that thought the door opened again, in came another male totally naked, the body was black as night and twice as big. The black body rippled with muscles and the only covering he had was over his head. He wore a leather mask, with only one eye-hole cut in it and a zipper down the middle of its face. Nubia had never seen anything like that, it looked evil, and dirty the one cut eye hole was over the right eye. Without him speaking Nubia knew instantly who it was. Rufus! "Well.. Well.. Well.." the hooded male spoke, "don't you look a sight. All naked and hanging there." It was at this moment when a strong wave of shame and nausea hit Nubia, it was one thing to be hanging here in front of the master, but she hated the fact that Rufus was here, staring and gawking over her body, and despite her frustrations, there was nothing she could do.

They both laughed greedily at her, and began to walk towards her. Nubia's heart began to speed up as they came at her, she began to cry out through her mouth restraint, "Noahh... peease.. donn.. du...dish..." Stone laughed at her helplessness and imagined what he would do to her when she was given to him, Nubia struggled and pulled against her restraints, tears rolled down her dark face as she begged and pleaded. Just as they were almost upon her, the door behind her slammed open and a woman's voice rang out. "WHAT IN SAM-HELL ARE YOU TWO ABOUT TO DO TO THAT POOR GIRL?"

-It was the mistress! Nubia's heart leapt and she began to cry tears of joy. "Da mistress is here.. Da mistress is here" she sang to herself. "She gonna save me from these two evil men..."

"I asked a damn question.. What the hell is going on?" Both men froze in their tracks and then began to slowly back away. "What were you two doing? You both know better." Both men stood motionless and unspeaking. Nubia smiled, at their new helplessness. "I'm saved.. I'm saved" Nubia heard the hard steps of the mistress's approaching, "What did I tell you about this poor girl.." Nubia was happy now, she realized she had the protection of the mistress. "And what were you about to do?" The mistress questioned again. "We talked about this and you both know, I'm the first one to take her virginity... not you." Nubia froze in shock. It was like she heard something, that she could not have heard, the mistress walked around to face Nubia, and what Nubia saw was like a fist that had punched her in the stomach, and all her hope was gone.

The mistress of red roses was now dressed in a blood red corset, she had nothing else on but a pair of red panties. Her face wasn't the joyful, sweet innocent Christian woman Nubia had come to know. This wasn't the heavenly woman who treated the slaves good, and read then stories from the bible, this wasn't the image of a southern "lady" who worked tirelessly with her church, It was now a contorted face with fiery eyes, all made up in a hellish red make-up that matched her red hair. The sweet smile was now twisted up in a lustful evil grin, and the evil grin wore blood red lip stick. "Mistwiss nooo" moaned Nubia through her mouth gag, the mistress strolled over to her carrying a red velvet bag.

"We would not have started without you my dear" said Stone "I'll bet" retorted the mistress. "Now lets do this right..Rufus bring her to the bed.. We have some raping to do." Rufus walked over and unhinged the chain that held her head down, as he did her neck groaned from it's regained freedom. He also unhooked her feet from the floor, but kept her arms tied to the pole and the harness around her waist. The chain attached to the ceiling ran on a track, Rufus grabbed the collar around Nubia's neck and gripped her fat ass, as he pulled her straight ahead. Now that her head was free she could get a good look around. The room was still dark, but a lamp shone over in the far corner. The lamp sat on a table next too a large brass Victorian bed. On the wall over the bed hung the "toys" of hell house.

Wooden paddles, whips and chains, there were other instruments of torture that Nubia had never seen before, but she was afraid of what they were used for. Rufus pulled her along the track to the lower end of bed, he lowered her body down until her knees touched the mattress. Her legs was still held widely apart by the wooden bar, that was tied between her knees. Her legs were stretched so far apart, that Nubia cool feel the cool breeze as it blew against and caressed her cunt. The breeze picked up, and she turned her head to see the women slaves, waving big fans between her legs and over her ass. What Nubia didn't know was, they were "drying" her pussy and her ass of any moisture, so they both can be nice and dry. This made the first penetrations more difficult and more painful for the intended victim.

The forceful entry was sometimes so extreme, both Stone and the mistress would explode in a vicious, gut wrenching orgasm as soon as they tore through. The slave would scream and her voice would be echoed through out the house. Nubia was now still hanging from the ceiling, down on her knees on the bottom of the bed. Her legs were spread far apart and held in place. Every private area of Nubia's body was exposed and ready. The mistress walked behind Nubia and stood with her back to Nubia's ass. She looked over to Stone reach out her hand to him and seductively asked "Are you ready my dear?" And he nodded his approval and strolled over to his half naked wife. Rufus climbed on the bed and stood up at the top, with his back to the wall. He crossed his arms, and watched. This was his job until ordered to do otherwise. His large cock hung down like a large piece of black meat layered with dark veins and topped with an even larger un-circumcised head.

Stone began to kiss his wife, he covered her neck and her shoulders with his white hot passion, his began to regain it's erection and he rubbed it against her soft stomach. She felt his cock grow rigid and reached down to stroke it. His cock grew hard and she slid down his oily body to her knees and began to suck him off. He moaned out his approval and ran one hand through her red hair and the other over the smooth skin of Nubia's dark ass. Stone went down to the floor and sat in a straight leg postion, he pulled his wife up on his lap and continued his hot kisses. His wife sat on his lap with her legs around Stone's waist. As they kissed he ran his hands over her slim, milky white body and down between her legs.

He put his fingers inside her panties and caressed her smooth shaven mound, he inserted a finger and she gasp at the penetration. Stone pulled his wife closer and pressed the head of his white cock, against her cunt. With a fast uncaring grunt, he pulled her body... quickly penetrating her still dry hole. She let out a cry of pain, and slowly began to ride his monster. As her fluids started to flow, her speed picked up and she was noe breathing quite hard. She began to moan as stone sucked on her tits. She suddenly stopped and pulled herself off of his large cock. She reached up and grabbed inside Nubia's thighs and pulled herself up. As she pulled up, she arched her body, so she slid between Nubia's legs and onto the bed.

Laying on her back, half way on the bed and half off, the mistress stared up between Nubia's legs, she then blew light cool breath onto Nubia's crouch, and Nubia's jerked at this sudden stimulation. The mistress wrapped her arms around Nubia's body, gripped her fat ass cheeks and pulled her mouth onto the slaves dark snatch. Nubia's eys widen and she squealed out, "Nooo mistwiiss nooo", but it was took late, the mistress's mouth had latched onto Nubia cunt, and started to lick her pussy, and suck her clit. This new feeling, the soft lips of a woman's mouth disturbed Nubia. She hated the thought of being with a woman, but her clit loved to be stimulated. Nubia had stimulated it, more than a few times, but she only used her fingers, and she never inserted them.

This feeling, was intense. She felt the licking and sucking on her clit, and then the mistress took her long tounge and began to "tongue-fuck" the slaves virgin hole. This made Nubia cry out in a high pitch squeal, as the tongue darted in and out her body. Nubia closed her eyes and shook her head no. She tried to move and she squirmed in an attempt to get away from this fleshy little thing that explored her body. No matter how much she jerked and squirmed, she could not get away from the deviant tongue. The mistress had wrapped her arms around her waist and would not be denied. "This slave", she thought "will learn to enjoy the soft caresses of my tongue." As the mistress's continued to tongue fuck the girl, she tasted the salty flavor of Nubia's juices as they started to flow. She pulled her long tongue out from Nubia wet cunt, and latched back on her clit, she wildly sucked and lap on her clit, this sent shivers of pleasure though Nubia's body, she squealed and jerked, Nubia's pussy was now sopping wet...

Stone straddled the mistress's body, and caressed Nubia's ass. The mistress grabbed both cheeks, and pulled them apart, Stone bent down and also grabbed each cheek, he looked between her cheeks at her dark hole, then he brought face to it, and slid his long tongue into her ass. Nubia lost her mind... She jumped and jerked and squealed as Stone's tongue plunged in. She had never in her life felt anything like this, never! She squealed... she cried.. She pleaded with her master as he sodomized her with his tongue, and sucked her ass. His tongue went in her ass and he wiggled it around, the sensation was too much... Nubia couldn’t handle it, she was being worked on by two erotic, experienced mouths and it was so much, Nubia could barely catch her breath. Despite herself, despite her violation, Nubia's passions began to climb. She felt a rush of heat wash over her body, and a familiar feeling flowed though her thighs. She felt the muscles in her body tighten up and she squealed one last time, before her high pitched sound, turned gutteral and she groaned, then violently shook as an orgasm took over her body.

Her orgasm was deep and delicious, her eyes rolled up into her head, and her head bobbed up and down as her body shook and tremble at it's sweet release. She hated herself, she hated her orgasm, she hated the master and the mistress for this indignity they were putting on her, she hated Rufus for just standing there like some dumb nigger, as she was being put through this shameful deed, but all her hate and shame was not going to stop the still lingering, flickering and exploring tongues, nor would it stop, her next wave of her first multiple orgasm. Her body bucked and bounced against it's restraints as she allowed her new experience to cover her body, she turned her head, and squeezed her eyes shut.. the constant burning of the Opium made her mind float, she drifted in and out of passionate consciousness, her mind went elsewhere, her body jerked and convulsed, her moans grew loud and extreme. This the strange sound she heard earlier, some other woman had got what Nubia was getting now.

When Nubia's multiple orgasm finished, her body collapsed. Nubia was spent and all her energy was gone. She was being held up now only by her restraints, Stone and his wife both smiled. They enjoyed doing this to innocent young slaves. They loved taking a wide eyed, unknowing purity, and corrupting it to their level of depravity. For these two, this was the power they savored. The corruption of a soul. No sweeter the sound, than the newly indoctrinated crying out from their wanton pleasure. Once they left this house, the slaves lives would never be the same. Stone stood up behind the slave. The mistress slid herself further up the bed, she was now looking into Nubia's tired face, Nubia closed her eyes to her own disgrace, she refused to look at her mistress. "You taste good slave" said the mistress, "Nooo" said Nubia. "C'mon slave, you know you enjoyed that.." shamefully, Nubia shook her head no "Ahhh not lak dat" she whimpered through her gag.

"Yes you did" snap the mistress "No" said Nubia, "We'll see just how much of a slut you are.. Now it’s our turn." Nubia watched the mistress reached over and grab her red velvet bag. She reached in, and pulled out something that she ordered from France. Nubia looked at it puzzeled wondering what it was for, the mistress laughed at her ignorance. The object she was holding was a red thick and long. It was attached to a red strap, and had two blunted round tips on both ends. Nubia wondered what this new torture was for, she wasn't familiar with a lot of things, but tonight she had seen two of them, and their image burned in her mind. She recognized both the rounded ends, and the long shafted middle, it was made just like a man's organ except it was distorted and cherry red. When Nubia recognized it, her eyes grew wide in disbelief and embarrassment, the mistress laughed again at the slaves stupidity. Nubia wondered why it had round heads on both ends, she had never seen a double dildo.

The mistress rubbed the dildo over Nubia's body and asked her "Do you know what we are going to do with this?" The mistress then slid the dildo between Nubia's big tits and down to her stomach. "No" said Nubia, "Peeeasse ..Ahhh doon..wann datt.. Innn mee.." she muttered through her gag. "Too bad, slave bitch, it's not about what you want" said the mistress as she ran the didldo between Nubia’s tied legs. "It's about what I want, and I want to bust that black cherry!" Nubia felt the mistress doing something down below her, fearfully, she looked down to see what. She saw the mistress sliding her slim legs through the openings in the straps, she then heard the mistress moan, as she inserted one of the dildo's head into herself. It looked as if the mistress had a cherry red cock growing out of her pussy, and she stroked it, like she was a man, jerking on his hard on. She pulled Nubia's body down and Nubia's eyes widen as she fought against the mistress's tug. "NOOO.. NOO.. AHH WONN.. DEW IT... NO.. STAP IT... STAP IT!" The mistress laughed even harder, and told the struggling Nubia, "You need to worry less about me.. And more about your back."

At that moment Nubia felt the touch of the master, as he began to play between her ass cheeks. When she felt his finger caress across her tight ass hole, she cried out, and tried to squeeze her cheeks close. "N-NOOO MASTAW...NOT DER.." AS she clenched her ass cheeks closed, the mistress began to pull her down on the dildo... "OHHH LORDY NOOO MISTWIST... NOO". She pulled back as she felt the mistress, rub the head of the dildo against Nubia cunt lips. As Nubia pulled up and away from the mistress, she then felt the hard cock of the master, squeeze between her butt cheeks. She cried out, and again as she squeezed her ass muscles, this time trapping the master hard cock between her firm cheeks. As she did this the mistress laughed and pulled her down until the head of the dildo push between the soft lips of Nubia’s virgin hole. Nubia bit down on the mouth restraint and pulled back, she felt the masters cock press it’s hard head at the opening of her virgin ass.

She began to cry as his heard the master lustfuly laugh and grunt as he pushed forward, Nubia panicked as she felt her ass hole begin to be forced open. Stone pushed her brown body down, and the mistress laughed louder as she began her penetration of Nubia's still wet hole. Stone shoved and pushed his large cock into her hole, Nubia cried out in agony as pain ripped across her back side, the head of his cock was in and fighting against Nubia's tender sphincter muscle, he laughed and grunted as he pushed his greasy cock in, and slapped her ass with his hand. Nubia was screaming at the rupturing of her ass, when she felt the dildo painfully force itself in and apply pressure against her unbroken hymen attempting to push through. Not only was her ass in turmoil, now she had stinging pain in her pussy, as the mistress grunted and shoved in more of the large red object, Nubia now screamed out and cried, she tried vainly to fight against her laughing tormenters, to no avail.

They had done this many times, and they would do this to her. She was about to be opened up in both her ass and her pussy, and she cried out her frustrations, her shame and her pain as they continued to take her. First to give in was her ass, she howled as Stone finally tore savagely through her strong sphincter muscle, her ass quivered and she screamed at the top of her lungs, she violently shook her head to block out the pain, as she felt her master greased cock slide deep into her ass. "OH LORD..OH LORD.." Her pain was excruciating... She arched her back and tried to stand up and escape her torment as Stone hugged her body, groaned and pounded deep within her firm ass. "OH Yesss... Bitch... Oh yes...So tight.. So good..." The mistress now wrapped her arms around Nubia's neck and locked her legs over the wooden bar that held Nubia’s legs apart. "Now bitch... Give me your virginity... GIVE IT TO ME... GIVE IT TO ME... GIVE IT... The mistress howled, as she hammered up, between Nubia's legs, Nubia let out another soul searing scream as her hymen tore open, and the mistress screamed as well "YEESSS... YEEESS..YESSSSSSSSS" as her slim white body pumped back and forth, in and out as her double cherry red dildo, disappeared deep between both their legs. "Now Rufus... your turn.. " Stone growled as he kept his arms wrapped around her waist and rode, his cock buried deep in Nubia’s wild bucking ass, and he pumped and fucked her unmercifully. Rufus still standing on the bed, walked over and grabbed Nubia's head and pulled it down, his strong arms pulled her down as Stone, fell upon her, plunging in even deeper. With this, the mistress, now caught up in her own double pronged pleasure, pushed up shoving her red weapon deeper inside her and inside Nubia. Her brown body went stiff, and convulsed as physical shock now took over.

Rufus grabbed her face and pulled it towards him, he slid his large cock through the hole in the wooden restraint, and forced his cock in her mouth. She gagged in nausea at this new violation, and tried to spit it out, she could not, she felt Rufus's black cock grow hard and fill her mouth, he too began to laugh and groan as he raped her face.

She tried to bite down and all she accomplished was squeezing her tongue against his dark flesh, which sent shivers of pleasure through his large body. "Yeahhh.. Do dat bitch.. Do jus like dat" He gripped her head, and began to pound against her face. She felt his cock repeatedly go in her mouth and push against her throat. Rufus moan made her angry, "yeah bitch... suck dis thing.. I tol ya.. I tol ya..." she cried stinging tears, at she endured her sexual assault. The master was behind her, raping and slapping her ass, the mistress was below her raping her pussy and Rufus was in front raping her pretty mouth. Their assault went on for what seemed like forever, her body now numb from pain. She felt the mistress breathing start to pick up, the double dildo was now taking her to the edge. At the same time, she felt the master cock begin to swell up even bigger, he grabbed her shoulders and roared with each plunge, her ass would shake and jiggle each time his slender frame slammed against hers. She felt him dig into her shoulders and grind deeper in her ruptured ass, his breath picked up and his time was also approaching.

Rufus’s body also picked up speed, his groans was horse and raspy. His cock too began to swell and he pushed harder each time he rammed into her face. This was the part these three enjoyed the most, they called it "collective orgasm". Rufus pushed against her face as he forced more and more of his cock down her throat, Nubia choked as she tried to breath in air, Rufus grabbed the back of her head, and punished her face, the mistress began to moan and her body pumped harder, she released Nubia’s neck and reached down and gripped her ass, she dug her nails in Nubia’s firm butt, and began to moan "Yes Nubia.. Yes Nubia... YES NUBIA.." Stone pounded her from the back, he pulled her shoulders back into him as he drove in, he too began to speed up and chant her name. "Yes Nubia.. Yes Nubia.. YES NUBIA..." Rufus, pumped her face and joined in "Yes Nubia... Yes Nubia.. YES NUBIA...YEEEESSSSS" Their voices climbed, and echoed in ultimate unison... "OOHHHH GOOODDD YESSSSSS...."
Then she felt it, the mistress squeezed her tight and scream out her passionate orgasm... Master Stone slammed one final time into her ass, and then flooded it with his hot, thick cum. Rufus pulled her head forward, and shoved his cock down her throat, until she gagged from his size and rush of his sperm as the thick sticky liquid coated her throat, and slimed it's way down to her stomach. Nubia gagged and tried to throw up....

The she felt the three bodies pull her tight, shudder and flood her holes with their juices and then pull away, and pull out of her. She could feel the warm seaman in her ass, as well as taste it in her mouth. She had been through a lot in her short life, but never nothing like this. Her shame and violation went deep. Rufus laughed at her as she coughed up his vile seed, the master and mistress thanked her for her unwilling participation, and stroked her hair. She continued to cry and wished she were dead. She heard the mistress tell her, that they will be having many more nights like this, so she might as well learn to relax and get used to it". Then Stone chirped in, "I hope you never get used to it, and fight like you did tonight... I haven't had an orgasm like that in such a long while.. Plus, see all my toys on the wall, well you must taste them as well." Nubia cried harder. As they lay savoring their encounter, they heard the crash of the front door, and jumped up to see a crowd of slaves running towards them. While they were enjoying their depravity with poor Nubia, the other slaves had decided to launch their rebellion, things were changing in the south, and a war had just declared between the north and south. Northerners had promised the slaves, that if they over ran their plantation, they would be given sanctuary in the north.

Slaves all over the south were running away from masters, taking over plantations, and burning things down. Stone, Rufus and the mistress was now surrounded by both angry men and women who they had once abused. The slaves freed Nubia and wrapped a blanket around her naked abused body. The older women took her, and led her not to the slave quarters, but up to the big house so she could soak, her tender and victimized body, in a hot tub of soothing water. Stone tried to bluff the slaves, he warned them that they better return to their quarters and maybe he would forget about this insubordination. Their answer was a rifle pointed in his face as other slaves began to tie them up. The mistress looked fearfully at the room full of dark bodies and asked "W-what are you g-going to d-do to us?" The slaves laughed, and then pounced on the three. They were all stretched out and tied down to the bed. Both Rufus and the mistress lay on their backs and Stone laid on his stomach.

One slave stood over Rufus and reminded him how he raped his sister in the fields, Rufus began to plead as a rag was shoved in his mouth. The angry slave snatched Rufus’s body from the bed and over to the far corner, he turned him over on his back and pulled out a sharp knife. He grabbed Rufus cock and asked him one question "You think yo gonna miss this?" and before Rufus could answer, he sliced his cock clean off, Rufus body tensed up, and then began to flop around. He screamed at the top of his lungs, and then passed out from the pain. Rufus would live, but he would live as half a man. No longer able to violate anyone else’s family member again. Now his sex life was as dead as his one eye. The slaves now turned their attention to the Stone and his wife. His wife was snatched to the top of the bed, and her corset and panties were ripped from her fighting, screaming body. As she laid naked, a slave walked up unloosened his pants and licked his lips. "Ah been wantin to do this fo years.." he said, as climb on her and wrenched her legs apart as she fought. He put her white creamy legs over his dark shoulders, pressed his cock to her cunt and slammed himself in. She screamed out in pain and anger and cursed him as he pinched her nipples and raped her slender body. Soon she would feel the pounding of the slave as he fucked her smooth shaven dry pussy, then she would screamed out in frustration and anger as she would feel his body stiffen up, as his hot cum shot deep in her unprotected womb.

He would get up and another slave would angrily turn her over, and climb on top of her creamy soft ass, she would scream in pain and agony as he sodomized her, she would soon feel the familiar shuddering of his black body as he groaned and filled her maimed ass with his hot load. She would then be turned over again, only to see a long line of male slaves as they waited for their turn to ravage her body... this would be long night for her, and then she would face shame and be shunned by her southern white family, when in nine months she gives birth to a interracial child.

Over Stone stood a muscularly built black woman named Bertha, "Big Bertha" as she was called. Though she was a woman, her physique and mannerism were more of a man. She never married but was always attracted to the women folk. Now days, we would know her not only to be "gay" but also a hard core "dike". When Stone sensed that she didn’t like men in a sexual way, he had her dragged to the hell house, where raped her, just for the sheer thrill of humiliating this woman, and reminding her, that this is what she was meant for...

To be fucked.

Stone could be quite cruel.

This woman now stood over him, she had stripped down and was wearing the cherry red dildo. She had cut off the head and put a soft cloth behind the cut rubber. She adjusted the strap, and now it fit her body like a home made cock. She laughed at Stone and reminded him of their encounter, she mounted his body, and lay on his back. She pulled down his tight briefs and told him how much she wanted to show him, how she felt that night. She began to stick the cherry dildo in his ass. Stone howled in pain and humiliation as the big woman began to push in, he screamed louder as she penetrated deeper, the spirit inside him decided this was a pleasure it did not want. It left Stone's body and floated towards the ceiling, it took one last look at his ex-host, and saw him being anally brutalized by the black woman, as the other slaves laughed and cheered her on as she raped him.

It was now time for the spirit, to find another body and start over again, there would be other "Stones" it was eternal, it had created so many in the past. It would explore this new country and bring it's evil lusts to this people. It would not get caught and imprisoned again and it did with Rasputin, it would stay just long enough, and flee just before the end, it had learned and now it was once again free...

-Sir Peter Stone
of Daarkwood