Chapter Four...
Solomon looked at the awkwardly tethered white woman with unconcealed
satisfaction as he savagely tugged at the loose end of the thick leather belt
around his waist that held up the uniform trousers that had been supplied to
him, courtesy of the Army of the Northern United States. The pants dropped down
to his ankles, revealing his huge, dangling long black prick. A half excited
gasp rippled around the townspeople. They'd never seen anything as big and
animal-like as Solomon's slack genitals.
The hulking black man casually kicked his trousers to one side as he took his
cock in his hand and almost tenderly caressed it back and forth. The snake like
appendage immediately commenced to harden, the black veins standing out from the
shaft as they filled with blood. The menacing, blood-engorged prick continued to
grow as the now naked black man strolled over to the helpless white lady so
rudely displayed for everyone to see. He still gently stroked his massive weapon
as he approached her.
"What do you want you white bitch?" he sneered mockingly.
Elizabeth just silently sobbed as her body heaved with distress. Solomon was
having none of this...
"What you say boss?" he called across to Captain Grady. "Kill the little one?"
"Yeah!" came Grady's languid reply. "Reagan... Take her out...!"
Elizabeth's piercing scream cut into this monologue.
"NOOOOOOOO... Pleeeease!" she begged. "I'll be good. I'll do as I'm told...
Don't touch my baby... Don't touch my children... I'll do anything! I'll say
those horrid words the Captain asked me to say..." she babbled in frantic
desperation.
"And mean them?" demanded Solomon.
"And mean them... and mean them!!!" gibbered the doubled over and tethered
beauty, never for one minute thinking that she would mean them in the end.
"Right then. I asked you what you wanted you fucking cheap slut!" shouted
Solomon as he towered menacingly over the helpless, bent over female, her bare
white behind waving about in front of everybody as her body was wracked with
sobs.
April and the other two girls watched in horrified silence as their beautiful
mother was cruelly played with. They knew their turn was to come. Elizabeth's
maternal protectiveness flooded to the surface and she determined to continue.
"OOOOOOHHHHH... MMMMNNNGGG!!!!" came the hopeless moan from the quivering lips
of the trapped mother as her trembling, half-haltered legs rustled the silk
material of her inverted bloomers, and her raised skirts and petticoats slid a
little further down her back.
"MMMM... Massa!" she reluctantly began. "W... would you please put your
wonderful black p... prick inside my worthless white cunt and f... fuck me till
I scream. I k... know that I'm just a c... common white s... slut, and beneath
your attentions, but I want you to honour me by b... breeding my Massa's little
black baby in my womb!"
Elizabeth could have died from the shame of those words, but it was the general
text of what Captain Grady had instructed her to scream out. She also knew she
had to maintain this degrading diatribe throughout her subsequent rape.
A shocked silence greeted her muffled declarations. Was this the lady of the
manor that they all knew and respected? Was this the haughty beauty that
demanded and instilled such fawning, obedient deference from the good citizens
of Morgan's Creek? This babbling, half-naked whore whose swaying bare bottom and
gushing wet cunt was thrust up so invitingly to the insolent nigger who was
using her so dishonourably. Even given her enforced circumstances, surely no
true white lady would ever allow this disgrace to happen to her.
Solomon sneered in contempt as her aligned his majestic black tool against the
helpless, weeping slit of the former proud plantation owner's sobbing wife. With
one great tearing thrust, he rammed his black weapon deep inside Elizabeth's
unwilling, yet strangely willing and wet vagina, expanding her cervix and
battering against the tight opening of her womb.
In and out... In and out... In and out... Solomon went on and on and on,
unmercifully banging his hairy loins against the desperately weeping and
screaming woman's bare backside as he conducted the instinctive mating ritual as
old as time itself.
"NNNGGGHHH... NNNGGGHHH... UGH..." gagged Elizabeth, as she geared herself to go
on with her enforced self-denigration.
"Oh... Ugh... Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh..." Elizabeth fell into the natural, sexual
rhythm as her humiliation continued. Then, to her utter horror and
self-loathing, she found that her body was reluctantly responding to the awful
nigger's bestial rutting. She couldn't stop it. The feeling was overwhelming
her. It was too demanding.
"Mmmmm... Mmmmm... Mmmmm... Nnnggggghhhhh... Nnnggggghhhhh. Uh... Uh... Uh...
F... Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me... Ooooh fuck me good!" the inflamed mother
gasped. "Harder... Harder... Harder... Deep... Deep... Fuck my cunt Massa...
F... fuck me deeper Massa... Oh... Oh... Uh... Uh... Ugh..."
First one, then another of the gathered crowd started to cheer the rutting black
man on, till finally the whole mindless mob found themselves hooting and
cheering as their former first lady was debauched in front of their eyes.
Elizabeth was jerking and quivering violently as Solomon gushed and spurted his
rich semen into her willing belly. She felt it pulsing out in throbbing jerks as
she tightened and relaxed her cervix around his pulsating tool. Even when
Solomon ended his impregnation of the cowed lady, Elizabeth's cunt still itched
and ached for more, sending out little squirts of pee and juices as her
insatiable gash visibly pouted and distended like the mouth of a guppy out of
water.
"My God!" exclaimed Wesley's father Carl Harrison. "Just look at the bitch.
She's gagging for it. She can't get enough. Just look at her genitals. The
slut's still hot. You stay away from that family in future Wesley. They're
nothing but scum underneath. Imagine wanting nigger to do that again!"
Wesley nodded, but found he was stiff and aroused as never before in his short
lifetime. He was still looking surreptitiously at April and her two younger
sisters who were all wriggling and rubbing their legs together beneath the long
folds of their skirts and petticoats. As much as their mother's savage rape had
distressed them, the goop from South America was dutifully doing it's work,
burning up their insides and causing them all to seep out copious slimy
secretions from their aching slits. The girls were hot and ready.
April was fast losing complete control of her rebellious body as strange aches
and lusts were filling her mind as she watched her beloved mother being raped.
She wanted it too. She wanted to haul up her skirts in front of everyone. She
wanted to pull down her silk, French drawers and bare herself to the hooting,
jeering crowd. She wanted Solomon, or anyone, to plunge his huge prick deep into
her and fuck her till she begged and screamed. She wanted him to HURT her.
She found herself gasping and panting with desire as someone approached her from
behind and took the hem of her dress in their hands and started to pull her
skirts up to her waist. Both her younger sisters were also being subjected to
the same treatment as they moaned and panted with a strange mixture of
humiliation, fright, desire and unquenchable lust.
Whilst Reagan was untying their sobbing mother Elizabeth from the hitching rail,
and dragging her across to one of the whipping posts, her three daughters were
being denuded from the waist down.
April felt a strange pair of hands dragging her bloomers down to her knees,
wrinkling her silken stockings about her ankles. She got the humiliating shock
of her life when that person appeared in front of her. It was the boy she was so
fond of teasing, Wesley Harrison. His father Carl was berating him for showing
such a prurient interest in 'the whore's daughter.'
Jennifer didn't even have the dignity of the lowering of her clothing. Someone
just ripped and tore at her white cotton knickers, shredding them about her
trembling legs and ripping at her delicate silk stockings till they were lying
around her in tatters.
Felicity was wearing a new pair of French drawers with fragile lacy bottoms that
peeked saucily from the hem of her skirts as she walked. Another black soldier
merely hauled up her skirts and roughly tugged them down, beckoning peremptorily
at her brother Daniel to join him at Felicity's side. He'd seen the calculating,
lustful look that the boy had when he'd watched the degradation of the female
members of his family, and he thought he would use him to further shame them. He
ordered the boy to caress his sister's bare bottom.
"Daniel... Don't you dare touch me!" squeaked Felicity, squirming and wriggling
as the pretty little girl instantaneously figured out what the black soldier
intended. For this heated protest, Felicity immediately received a stinging blow
from a riding crop to her bare little globes that were helplessly thrust out for
all to see. The cutting blows continued till the screaming little girl finally
got the message.
"Ooooh... Ew... Arrrggghhh... P... p... p... pleeeease stop... I'll be a good
little girl... P... please stop... I'll let Daniel touch me t... there... Just
don't beat me anymore!" wailed the little girl. Strangely enough, when the
beating ceased, to be replaced by Daniel's hesitant little hand on her backside,
she felt a hollow sense of loss. She thrust her hot bare bottom urgently out
against Daniel's reverent hand.
Meanwhile, their mother Elizabeth had been re-tethered with her slim arms
upright above her head to the whipping post. Her bloomers were now down about
her ankles. They were pulled wide apart and secured that way to the two poles on
either side of the one she was tied to. Lt. Reagan then grasped the high collar
at the back of her dress, and proceeded to tear it down. With a hissing, ripping
sound, Elizabeth's fancy Italian dress parted and tore off down to the cinched
waistband at her slim waist. Elizabeth gasped with shame and pain as the
lieutenant rent her delicate chemise off and down her white, naked back. She
felt her bare tits spring free from her chemise as the front dropped away, her
large, rubbery nipples hardening in the midday air as they were revealed to
everybody.
Lt. Reagan didn't stop there. He slashed at Elizabeth's waistband with his
bayonet and then ripped her skirts and petticoats down and off her legs, leaving
the poor, sobbing mother practically naked for all to see. Elizabeth stood
stretched taut and weeping as the crowd grew silent as they gazed at her jerking
nude form, her bare tits, and her sticky, slimy, spunk matted cunt.
Captain Grady uncoiled a bullwhip and gazed with sadistic and malevolent
satisfaction at Elizabeth's helpless and as yet unmarked white back, her bare
bum sticking out invitingly. She waited with trepidation as her bare white
titties wobbled in the air. She felt faint as she sucked in deep whooshing
breaths.
CCCRRRAAACCCKKK...
The vicious bullwhip whistled through the air and cut into Elizabeth's soft
white skin with a pain so acute she couldn't quite believe it at first. Then her
punished nerve endings finally communicated the shock to her brain and Elizabeth
let out a piercing, jagged scream of agony.
"NNNNAAARRRGGGGHHHHHEEEOOOOHHHH!" wailed the poor woman as her back sliced open
as if it had been cleanly cut with a razor blade. The crowd sucked in it's
collected breath as each of them felt a sympathetic transference of the pain
ghosting through them.
Elizabeth felt her bladder relax and she started pissing violently in front of
everybody. The yellow jets of pee shot out of the poor mother's abused cunt in
savage little spurts, pooling under her legs and soaking her lowered French
bloomers. The tail end of the spurts caught Elizabeth's quivering legs, running
down her white inner thighs and saturating her silk stockings. Just at that
moment, another vicious, excruciating blow laid her white back open in another
place.
Elizabeth wailed as she sprayed out yet another stream of hot pee. The crowd
howled and jeered as Elizabeth finally lost control of her bowels.
"NNNGGGHHH... NNNGGGHHH... OOOOH GODDDDD!" gasped Elizabeth as she completely
lost it.
To her utter self-disgust, Elizabeth Morgan moaned and grunted as the first of a
series of hot foul turds started to emerge involuntarily from her distended
sphincter, dangling momentarily before being squeezed off and plopping down
inside her wet drawers in a disgusting, growing heap.
Not giving the plantation owner's wife time to gather her thoughts, Captain
Grady smashed three more cutting stripes across her arching back, laying it open
each time and bringing the blood gushing out of each wound. Elizabeth continued
to screech and howl as the savage punishment went on. Her bodily functions also
continued, her gaping cunt jetting out wild, spiralling streams of piss, and her
twitching arsehole defecating uncontrollably, each slimy brown log crackling and
enlarging as they emerged from Elizabeth's aching anus.
April, Jennifer and Felicity watched all this with sickened horror as they
themselves were being sexually interfered with, the ignominy of their own shame
temporarily shelved by the greater abasement of their beautiful mother.
April now had Wesley's excited fat dick poking futilely around the deep crack of
her bare bottom, stabbing and slipping all over the place as the virgin lad
tried to engage her arsehole in sexual congress.
Jennifer had been wailing but panting excitedly as well, as she was being
thoroughly screwed by one after another of the black Buffalo Soldiers who were
queuing up to each take their turns with the excited cunt of the young teenager.
Felicity also had been mewling with pain and pleasure as her little brother,
with the encouragement and urging of the gleeful black soldiers, had now
stripped the top of her dress down to her waist and was furiously rubbing her
bare, flat chest as he presented one after another black cock to the entrance of
his sister's dripping little slit. Each soldier shot copious streams of hot
sperm deep inside the pretty little girl's womb as her brother felt his own
little prick harden inside his pants as he witnessed this outrageous treatment
of his mother and three sisters.
Jeremy Morgan, the once powerful king of all he surveyed, wept in shame and pity
as his family were debauched and violated in front of his anguished eyes.
He looked on in utter disbelief as his father-in-law, the very right and proper
Zebidiah Wilson, was now dragged out front and centre. The forty-eight year old
patriarch was straightened up in front of the crowd, and his trousers were
unbuttoned and hauled down to his thin ankles, along with his long-johns. Zeb
stood helplessly in front of his sobbing daughter as his semi-hard dick reared
up in unbidden lust at the sight of his sobbing and injured daughters plight. He
could neither stop nor control it as his dick stood out in the open air.
Captain Grady had tethered Elizabeth higher now, turning her around to face her
three sobbing daughters secured ignominiously in the stocks. She winced in pain
as her flailed back came into rough contact with the crude whipping post. Her
captor then hauled her up till she was barely making contact with the ground
with the pointed toes of her delicate Italian shoes. Elizabeth felt a rush of
masochistic lust flood through her as she was so disgracefully exposed to the
baying mob and her own father.
"Fuck her old man!" commanded the panting Captain Grady. "Fuck your lovely
daughter's hairy cunt now. Do it in front of everyone. Show them all what you
southern crackers are like, fornicating mother-fuckers, or on your case,
daughter-fuckers!"
"N... No!!!" quavered the old man in shaky defiance. "No I won't"
One crack of the bullwhip about the clothed back of his wife Maria soon informed
the old man otherwise. He saw Maria's tight dress flayed wide open and the blood
immediately emerging from the gaping rip. The proper and moralistic man shuffled
over to his weeping, tethered daughter and he gently stroked her shivering bare
body as he tried to take the pain away.
"I'm sorry darling!" he whispered with a muffled, shameful apology in
Elizabeth's ear as he gently positioned himself in front of her shivering nude
frame.
"I... I can't allow them to punish your mother!" he gasped, inserting the tip of
his burgeoning penis inside the hot crack of his daughter's slick and now
willing cunt, and heaving up as his hard dick slid easily up into the slimy hot
hole.
Nnnggggghhhhh... T... that's all right Daddy!" moaned his distraught daughter as
she arched her back and thrust her pelvis out to accommodate her father's
throbbing dick. "J... just h... hug me like you used to when I was a little
girl. D... don't think about this!"
Unfortunately for Elizabeth, the insidious goop that was packed deep into her
womb, was once again starting to send her out of her rational mind. All the
pain.... All the humiliation, and all the shameful, filthy things they'd
enforced upon her, now combined and sent a frightening stab of pure lust and
pleasure singing around her insides and causing the poor woman to lose it once
again.
"Uh... uh... uh... uh... uh... Ooooh Daddy!" she screamed out for everyone to
hear. "D... don't stop Daddy... F... Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me... F... Fuck
your loving daughter!"
The hoots and the jeers from the onlookers grew more and more raucous and
louder, as Elizabeth's drooling red lips descended possessively down onto Zeb's,
and she openly French kissed her father. Elizabeth, now almost out of her mind
with lust and desire, thrust her tongue deep down into her father's mouth,
sucking and salivating into it as Zebidiah fucked up deep inside his daughter's
oozing hole. She paid no mind to the stabs of agony that wracked her naked body
as her father hugged around her blood stained back. In fact, the streaking pain
that convulsed her seemed to add to the ungodly incestuous, and very public act
that Elizabeth and Zeb were engaged in. Elizabeth's insides seemed to melt as
she felt her Daddy shooting his forbidden seed deep inside her willing cunt.
"Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... H... H... H... Hurt meeeeeeee..." squealed
Elizabeth as she jerked and twitched in frenzy and despair about her father's
now wilting member. She brought her nether regions closer to her father's
spurting prick in a desperate attempt to milk him of all his seed.
"D... Don't stop... Don't stop Daddy... Fuck me... FUCK MEEEEEE... Hurt me...
Bite me... Whip me... make me pregnant..." the young mother half screamed, her
mind now a jumble of desires and masochistic lusts she never knew she possessed.
A momentary silence descended as the good citizens of Morgan's Creek digested
these shocking words. Then that catcalls and jeers grew louder as they started
to realise what a complete slut Elizabeth was turning into.
April and her two sisters were now as equally possessed by the demonic and
inexplicable demeaning urge for self-degradation as their mother was. April even
found herself reluctantly envying her mother's shameful humiliation in being
forced to pee and poop in front of everyone. Even the hateful assault her
beloved granddaddy was forced to perform upon her mother seemed sinfully right
and exciting. Some of their mother's shame was soon put into practice upon the
girls...
Wesley, who'd finally got his cock into April's dilating arsehole, was roughly
pulled off the gasping beauty. April screamed in protest but was ignored. Her
two younger sisters were also uncoupled from their rapists, Jennifer just kind
of squeaking and demurring, and young Felicity still wondering what was
happening to make her like this, she'd now actually been fucked by her several
black soldiers and younger brother Daniel on the terse orders of the black
soldiers. Daniel had tried his best, poking and prodding his semi-hard little
dick ineffectually around Felicity's gushing and weeping genitals in a futile
attempt to emulate the efforts of the black rapists. The little girl was now
bare-assed naked and weeping softly, her pretty clothes now shredded and strewn
all around her feet and her skinny, and just budding little-girl's body shaking
with mortification.
Neither Captain Grady nor Lieutenant Reagan had the sophistication or the sexual
knowledge to comprehend the complex workings of the abused family's collective
minds, and what they had done to bring about this perverse reaction. All they
knew was the town's leading citizens had been brought low, and appeared to be
glorying in their own shame. This suited their evil purposes entirely.
Reagan and Grady roughly pulled apart the trembling legs of the three girls.
When they were satisfied that the tight little arseholes and gaping cunts of the
three unfortunate hostages were on full display to the onlookers, Captain Grady
spoke up.
"Let's show everyone what filth these slave owners are. Your lovely mother's led
the way, the father-fucking bitch, now I want the three of you to emulate her. I
want you to piss and shit right here in front of everybody, for everyone to see
what filthy little bitches you are. If you shit nicely, I may spare you the
flogging your mother got!"
Felicity, being the youngest and most frightened, immediately obeyed him. To the
sadistic delight of most of the mindless mob, Felicity started to grunt and
pant, forcing out the first turd from her straining little arsehole as her cunt
sprayed out a flood of pee that flooded the dry ground beneath her feet.
Jennifer was almost as prompt as her younger sister, her sobbing breath giving a
kind of sigh of despair as she shifted her wide-open legs slightly and allowed
herself to relax her bowels and bladder. A large brown log crackled out of her
dilating sphincter as her aching slit sprayed pee down her inner thighs, soaking
her drawers and silk stockings that were caught about her ankles.
April, being the eldest and the most arrogant, tried to hold out. She was
utterly mortified that these two beasts were intent on absolutely humiliating
her in front of everybody she'd always been taught were her inferiors. In the
end though her iron will cracked, encouraged somewhat by the vicious crack of
the bullwhip whistling in the air just by her right ear.
Weeping uncontrollably, and closing her eyes tightly to shut out the sight of
Wesley sliding around to her rear to get a better view, April finally allowed
her bladder and bowels to relax. There was an awed silence as the shuddering
girl released a series of small gushes from her hot slit. These powerful little
cataracts were then followed by the slow distension of April's sphincter as a
slimy brown turd started to emerge. The little cascades now built up into a fast
flowing stream as log after disgusting log oozed out of her bowels and dropped
flatly on April's lowered drawers. It was only after her public ablutions were
finally finished that the mob broke into a cacophony of hoots and jeers. April
just stood there, immobile with shame.
All the while that the girls were being made to urinate and defecate for the
amusement of the crowd, Lt. Reagan had been heating up the forge in the
blacksmiths next to the saloon. He had two or three ominous looking branding
irons sticking out of the white-hot coals.
He withdrew one of the branding irons from the forge, and swiftly approached the
trembling Elizabeth with it. Solomon, as if by some unspoken agreement, suddenly
spun Elizabeth's naked body around, and had her half bend over. Lt. Reagan
rapidly applied the white-hot iron to the poor mother's bare rump, branding her
forever with the shameful sign of her new status...
'WHORE'
Elizabeth shrieked in absolute agony as he went swiftly back to the forge,
withdrew another iron, and repeated the performance on first Felicity, then
April and finally Jennifer. All the females of the Morgan family now bore the
dishonourable brand of 'WHORE' on their bare buttocks for all eternity.
Whilst Reagan released the wailing girls from the stocks, and their equally
distressed mother from the whipping post, Grady led Jeremy and Daniel to the
sheriffs office, and had them locked in one of the poky cells next to the town's
drunks and other riff-raff. He then walked back across the street, nodding in
silent understanding at Madam Simone, and ushered the four weeping and
snivelling females into the ornate doors of the brothel.
Madam Simone heaved herself away from the doorjamb she was witnessing the
humiliation of the Morgan females from, and she followed them into the tawdry
whorehouse.
It had been quite an afternoon...
To be continued...
