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X53211, Plantation Slaveby David Koury with the art of Shorterbus and Snap as edited by SirJeff. - do not use without permission.The beautiful naked blonde hung by her chained wrists from the whipping post on the auction block, her body still bearing the scars of her vicious bullwhipping at the hands of the disciplinarian. She had received 100 lashes with the « special » bullwhip which was only used on incorrigible slaves who dared to try to escape. She was easily identified by the numbers...
The beautiful naked blonde hung by her chained wrists from the whipping post on the auction block, her body still bearing the scars of her vicious bullwhipping at the hands of the disciplinarian. She had received 100 lashes with the « special » bullwhip which was only used on incorrigible slaves who dared to try to escape. She was easily identified by the numbers which had been branded deeply into her breasts. « X53 » on the right breast and « 211 » on the left. The intense tropical sun beat...
Thank you and enjoy...I am thinking about writing more. Johncrinshaw1 October 19, 1861 Wilmington, North Carolina Planter James Hopkins Plantation Defiantly, she looks directly at me as if gauging my level of charge. Without even a sound she abruptly steps on the wagon rung and climbs in the seat next to Ed. Her posture straight and proud, as if mocking her newly acquired position of purchased property. My property, and I am damned if this will be allowed. Staring with her eyes facing...
X53211, Plantation Slave ?????????????????????????????????????????? X53211, Plantation Slave The beautiful naked blonde hung by her chained wrists from the whipping post? on the auction block, her body still bearing the scars of her vicious bullwhipping at the hands of the disciplinarian. She had received 100 lashes with the ? special ? bullwhip which was only used on incorrigible slaves? who dared to try to escape. She was easily identified by the numbers which had been branded deeply...
Introduction: Plantation owners family enjoys having slaves This story is about black slavery before the civil war and in a couple places it uses the N word. If this will bother you, please do not read this story. ____________________________________________________ The location is southern Georgia near the coast just before the Civil War. Horace Franklin was a successful businessman in his late thirties. He owned a small plantation where he lived. It was only about forty acres. He did not...
Thank you and enjoy...I am thinking about writing more. Johncrinshaw1 October 19, 1861 Wilmington, North Carolina Planter James Hopkins Plantation Laying on her back on the workbench with her arms stretched over her head is Hannah. Surrounded by three others, her hair is tangled and matted and she is drenched in sweat. The tears streaming down her face leave salty trails out the side of her eyes; she has a permanent grimace showing her stark white teeth. Her plump mother Adena, the head...
If this will bother you, please do not read this story. ____________________________________________________ The location is southern Georgia near the coast just before the Civil War. Horace Franklin was a successful businessman in his late thirties. He owned a small plantation where he lived. It was only about forty acres. He did not farm it but let two sharecroppers pay him for the place to grow crops. He had a wife, Ellen, and two...
08 January, 1687 Morning After Rauf Denkton had been introduced to John Archdale and he had turned over such papers as was instructed for him to deliver, Archdale shook his hand with gratitude and told him, "I have long yearned for a full train of evidence against Seth Sothel such as this. This evidence being full and particular against him, he and the others will, with out doubt, be found to be guilty." Then he smiled before continuing, "The papers you brought transferring ownership of...
It's 1850, 10 years prior to the silver war. Matthew and Rebeca Johnson own a small plantation in Georgia. Matthew is 52 and Rebecca is 45.They are c***dless after trying for years to conceive. Since she has just gone thru the 'change of life' they know it will never happen.It is noon on a Sunday. They have just returned home from attending church service where Rebecca sings in the choir and Matthew is a church elder. Matthew has just left to go to the auction in town as he does every Sunday....
27 December, 1686 Night As Denkton sat down at the now much more luxurious dinning table, with overhead skylight which Ihon had installed as part of the ships retrofit, he told the others, "Edentown is seated just a stones throw away past this creek on the north side of the Roanoke River. It is the largest town in the area and is and has been the seat of the governors for many years." "The only seat I have any interest in is the broad one making up my uncle's ass and only then...
(This story is dedicated to a beautiful woman I know, who I have yet to see. She has been my inspiration and, provided me with this story idea, and insights into Jasmine’s feelings and thoughts. I would love to have your comments and have you email me and tell me what you think of the story, or even chat with me about ideas for other stories or anything else.) * I come from an old North Carolina family. I’ve been working for the Department of Agriculture for a number of years. My father and...
The Adventures of Stampley Plantation The Adventures of Stampley Plantation By WannabeWhitman DISCLAIMER:? This story is a homosexual fantasy involving slavery in the antebellum South, sex with minors, and racial epithets. If you think any of this might offend you, DO NOT READ. If you live in a country, state, or jurisdiction that prohibits you from reading this material, DO NOT READ. If you are a minor, DO NOT READ. NOTE TO READERS: The following is my first attempt at writing...
SAILING TO MALAYA: DANIEL Life was changing so quickly for me, I thought. I was standing by the rail of our great sailing vessel as we floated down the African coast to round the Horn and cross the Indian Ocean in the summer of 1904 to reach my family’s plantation home in Malaya—to the home where I had been told I had spent my earlier life but that I could barely remember. I was barely fourteen now, but I had only been three when my father had died on the plantation in Malaya and my mother...
A Plantation Tale. By The Professor 02/98 This story will be a period piece, taking place during the American Civil War period. I realize not everyone on the list is American, so trust me, the historical data is essentially correct. Now, this story is sort of "nasty" but I'm not sure, Thomas, that it meets all of your criteria for your contest. Still, I would appreciate your considering it. Also, I note that it is Black History Month in the United States. Did I write this in...
Chapter 13 - The Old ManShanika and Yolanda stood together watched as the negro slave girl's most recent master disappeared down the path to the cabins."It's time for you to get ready to go back home," Yolanda said. "Let's get you washed up." The colored lady led the black slave into the barn and handed her chain over to Elois, the young attendant. Maya and Darla, the mother and daughter, had already been bathed and were waiting for the rest of the slaves making the return trip to be ready. The...
The Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 1 She always felt so much at home when she visited the island. Silly really since she spent almost all of her time elsewhere – working long, tedious hours at the law firm. Still, her vacations always brought her here to the warm breezes, the smell of the ocean, the lush foliage. So it seemed that each time she was able to visit, she was coming home. This time it would be a little different. In the past she had always stayed at one of the...
I was born on a cotton plantation September 4, 1882 in East Texas. If you drew an equal sided triangle with the base running from Longview to Tyler, the Pomeroy Plantation, founded by my great grandfather Rufus Leroy Pomeroy I, would be in the middle of the triangle.The Pomeroy Plantation was in the mist of a complete revival from the ravages of the War of Aggression, wrought by the Yankees, and the scourge of Yankee Carpetbaggers.My father, Rufus Leroy Pomeroy III, thru his personal genius had...
InterracialShe always felt so much at home when she visited the island. Silly really since she spent almost all of her time elsewhere – working long, tedious hours at the law firm. Still, her vacations always brought her here – to the warm breezes, the smell of the ocean, the lush foliage. So it seemed that each time she was able to visit, she was coming home. This time it would be a little different. In the past she had always stayed at one of the big resorts. The ones with the private beaches, and golf...
Chapter 15 - The OutsideThe dream was always the same. Only the faces changed.Shanika stood on the block at the Plantation Club auction. Her hands clasped behind her head, her legs spread. She could feel the heat of the sun on her naked black body. She could feel the weight of the manacles and chains that bound her. Displaying herself for the pleasure of the bidders whose white faces she could barely make out before her. They were all bidding for the chance to own her body.She'd see different...
Shanika at the Plantation Club by NealChapter 1 - The InterviewShanika was puzzled as she got off the bus. She knew that her interview at the Plantation Club wouldn't actually be on the premises, but she wasn't expecting it to take place in a second floor office over a row of shops in a suburban commercial district. She also felt out of place here, only a few miles from the city where she lived, she saw no black faces other than her own.She was self conscious as she scanned the addresses,...
Before leading her off the boat, Howard fastened her hands behind her back with some type of handcuffs. Brianna didn’t know why. She wouldn’t try to escape. There was no where that she could go. Then he attached a leash to her collar and led her off the ship drawing several lewd comments from the men complimenting her Master on his property. It was the kind of humiliation that she was starting to get used to. Off the ship, her Master led her to an open wagon that was loaded with the Master’s...
We brought some lunch back in by the fireplace and ate with me sitting on the floor and Judy sitting on my lap. Of course we were both still naked. I was coming to find - and I think Judy was also - that spending the weekend naked was great. Neither of us had ever spent a long time at a stretch in the nude, but now we hadn't worn anything since Friday afternoon - almost three full days so far. We no longer thought it odd to head to the kitchen to get food or downstairs to the playroom or...
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ My name is Toby and I grew up on a large cotton plantation in the south of Alabama in the 1840's. We owned over 100 nigger slaves. They were all given American names after Father bought them. More than three quarters of them were bucks. In our family there was my father (we always called him Father), my mother and my sister, Beth who was almost two years older than me, and...
Introduction: Before you decide if you want to read this story I want to tell you that it is degrading to blacks and women and the N word and other terms that few use now are used often, as it would have been at the time this story happened. It is just fiction and intended to be fun and interesting porn. If you will be upset by what you will read in it, please do not read it. Before you decide if you want to read this story I want to tell you that it is degrading to blacks and women and the N...
Susan was woken early by all the commotion ? well, it was early for her although most of her slaves had already been toiling for at least four hours in the boiling hot Caribbean sun. She ambled over to the balcony to see if she could find out what was going on; unlike most of the plantations on the island, the land close to the house had been turned over to crop growing rather than ornamental gardens which was the custom. As far as Susan was concerned, it was pointless having plants and flowers...
‘Bend over, nigger,’ Master demanded, as he prepared to **** my ass again, preventing me from getting the table ready for dinner. I reluctantly obeyed, like the full service slave I was, having learned the consequences of disobedience as the scars on my back showed. Master, a disgusting man in his sixties, his wife long dead, used me for his sexual fulfillment, using my mouth and ass for his pleasure daily. He left my cunt alone because he didn’t want any mixed-race babies tainting his white...
"Bend over, nigger," Master demanded, as he prepared to **** my ass again, preventing me from getting the table ready for dinner. I reluctantly obeyed, like the full service slave I was, having learned the consequences of disobedience as the scars on my back showed. Master, a disgusting man in his sixties, his wife long dead, used me for his sexual fulfillment, using my mouth and ass for his pleasure daily. He left my cunt alone because he didn't want any mixed-race babies tainting his white...
Plantation Lullabies Plantation Lullabies What would make a person spend $20,000 on a week-long session with a pro-domme?? Believe it or not, Mistress Emmanuelle, the Black Dominatrix who arrogantly charged the exorbitant fee, was booked solid for eight months in advance with her popularity growing by word of mouth alone.? Charles Trenton was intrigued by the concept when he read about her on his favorite BDSM message board.? The thread was started by someone who claimed to have been a...
Chapter 1 There’s no way to fully describe the magnificence of my family home. The house was over a hundred years old and was huge. To this day I still don’t know how many rooms there were. The house was always full of people, music, wonderful foods, and lots of other beautiful things. I remember the trees, the honeysuckle, and the creek where I went swimming on hot days. It truly was a wonderful life, if you were white. South Carolina was the heart of soul of southern living before the Civil...
InterracialChapter 1 - The InterviewShanika was puzzled as she got off the bus. She knew that her interview at the Plantation Club wouldn't actually be on the premises, but she wasn't expecting it to take place in a second floor office over a row of shops in a suburban commercial district. She also felt out of place here, only a few miles from the city where she lived, she saw no black faces other than her own.She was self conscious as she scanned the addresses, looking for the number on the note she held...
The following story is for entertainment purposes only. The year is 1770. The place is Colonial Virgina. I’m the owner of a large plantation and I have a fetish that I fulfill using my wife and my slaves. My wife watches all those big black slaves working in the field during the day. Big and strong, sweating in the sun. But at night I bring those horse hung Niggers into our bedroom….and they’ve got a different kind of work to do! ‘Get of your knees bitch and start sucking those Nigger...
The following story is for entertainment purposes only.The year is 1770. The place is Colonial Virgina.I'm the owner of a large plantation and I have a fetish that I fulfill using my wife and my slaves.My wife watches all those big black slaves working in the field during the day. Big and strong, sweating in the sun.But at night I bring those horse hung Niggers into our bedroom....and they've got a different kind of work to do!"Get of your knees bitch and start sucking those Nigger Cocks!"Suck...
Sometimes life can take a strange turn. Not in my wildest dreams would Iever have imagined the situation I find myself in now. For, you see, I amnow a slave.I retired from a brilliant career in IT at the young age of 55. I hadtaken good care of myself physically, so I looked good for my years.Relationships had eluded me over the years. I had a few boyfriends, butmostly I was a guy who never hooked up long with anyone. I didn't see thepoint. I was content in my life, with my job, with my...
Ann was always the type of girl who did what she thought was right even if it meant going against what was popular. She wasn't the type of person who liked confutation but she wasn't afraid to fight for what she believed in. Which means she isn't a push over by any means believe me I know from experience. She would also do anything for love as long as it didn't go against her beliefs or so she thought. When she was fourteen she met a boy by the name of Brandon who she instantly fell head...
Maria my real estate broker told me young assistant is in North Carolina waiting for me at the Orton Plantation. She will show me the property and be available to me for my needs. Her name is; Renee age 29 and she got her divorce three months ago. I arrived at the plantation and walked into the house, Renee is bending over to pick up some dropped papers and she feels my eyes upon her body, admiring and checking her out, she had heard a nearly silent sound come from my mouth, like a little...
The Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 5 She began to feel regret at having put a thoroughly spent and exhausted June to bed with her husband. The whole evening had been a sexual thrill– an emotional dynamo as she experienced the rush of being in control, of hearing her friend and lover scream from her soul. True, she had allowed herself a few quite pleasant orgasms during the course of the evening, but her pussy still felt swollen and needy. She decided there might be some benefits to...
He stood before me, a giant of a man, dirty and ragged with muscles rippling on his stomach, and as I walked around him, my eyes traced his thin waist and the V on his taut buttocks, my favorite part when looking at a man, but what excited me about this particular encounter, he was mine, not by an affair attached to the heart, no this was business, he was mine as a gift from my husband, to amuse myself with, this was a plantation in the deep south, and he was my slave, my private property, and...
What would make a person spend $20,000 on a week-long session with a pro-domme? Believe it or not, Mistress Emmanuelle, the Black Dominatrix who arrogantly charged the exorbitant fee, was booked solid for eight months in advance with her popularity growing by word of mouth alone. Charles Trenton was intrigued by the concept when he read about her on his favorite BDSM message board. The thread was started by someone who claimed to have been a client of this outrageously strict Ebony Domme whose...
I am 28 yrs old. I live in a small house in remote village of Kerala. My name is Ani. My parents are at Bangalore. They visit our village once in a year to look after our property of teak plantations. This year as my father was busy in business schedule, he send my mom Mercy to inspect our teak plantations. She landed from Bangalore by train. I had been there at station to pick her. For the first few days’ mercy was busy doing house hold chores and cleaning up the mess i had made up during the...
Incest(Part One) I am 18 and live in my own home, I work part time to earn enough cash to pay the rent and I live a, well, unfulfilled life as I view it. I had always fantasised about what I considered inappropriate things since the age of about 14. Things such as guys taking control of me, displaying myself over webcam for any guy who asked and even lesbian fantasies. I would think; what is wrong with me? but I soon realised I could not ignore these fantasies anymore. When I was 17, I begin...
Julia was bored, a typical American tourist wearing a floral print skirt and a tight red blouse which emphasised her ample D cup breasts she strolled along in the sunshine. One of the horde of foreign tourists thronging this ancient metropolis she had really wanted to spend the summer in California but her mother insisted they took a tour of the Mediterranean instead, Seven cites in two weeks with the long days filled with short flights and long bus rides and now inn the late afternoon...
I gave Theresa's ass a good smack. "I didn't say you could look at me! Eyes straight ahead, whore!" She instantly whipped her head back straight and looked at the wall in front of her. I placed both hands on her hips as if I was about ready to fuck her and felt her shudder with excitement. Then one hand, I began slowly sliding up her spine and she held her breath waiting to see what would happen next. My hand slid up to the back of her head and I massaged her scalp for a moment."Mmmm..."Then I...
AnalDear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.It was Saturday morning,...
IncestMy name is Mark Wood and I work as a Personnel Manager for a large corporation here in Dallas. My job basically is to serve as a liaison between the management and the blue-collar employees that work here. I also have to deal with all the harassment issues, be it sexual harassment, racism, or whatever.Needless to say, I hear a lot of whining, complaining, and outright anger on a day-to-day basis. Sometimes it gets to be too much and I have to find a way to decompress at the end of a tough day....
AnalKatherine stepped into her elegant living room and took a book from the shelf. She sat in a plush lounge chair, specifically selecting a chair in the back corner of the room next to an old dumbwaiter that was once used to ferry delicious meals from the downstairs kitchen to the dining room table. She planned to read the book for a short while, but she already knew her attention would soon be diverted. Tonight the dumbwaiter would once again be placed into service, except this time it would be...
Chapter 17 - The Good SamaritanShanika walked down the street hoping to avoid meeting anyone in her unclothed condition, but painfully aware of the miles to go to reach her apartment. No one was on the street, but occasionally cars went by and she was sure people could see her from their windows.After a few minutes she saw someone coming the other way. An older white man was walking carrying a bag of groceries. She could see he had graying hair and and a graying beard. He wore an old army field...
Chapter 16 - The TeenagersThe next morning found Shanika riding on the back of the bus again. She was looking forward to her day at the consulting agency. She caught herself squeezing her legs together as she thought about Mr. Whitlock and what services he might want her to perform today now that he knew what she was.This time when the bus got crowded, she simply stood rather than offer her seat. She noticed a white woman about her own age sit in her former seat and felt pleasure at having...
Chapter 7 - The ReturnSeveral weeks had passed since Shanika's weekend at the Plantation Club. Some mornings she would wake having dreamed she was still there: naked and chained, standing on the auction block, the lust in the eyes of the white folks as they bid their money for her black body.As she came out of her slumber, she'd become aware of her surroundings: her bedroom in her apartment, the sounds of the city outside her window. Gradually the clarity of the dream would begin to fade until...
Chapter 10 - The GalaElois, the negro attendant, dressed in her usual denim shirt and wrap around skirt, took Shanika's chain from Yolanda as the two colored women entered the slave barn. The young negro girl led the black slave to a stall. After brushing Shanika's teeth she lathered her up and began to shave her pussy. She was just about finished when Mr. Richards walked in. He stood with Yolanda and spoke quietly to her as he watched the attendant lead her charge to the wash stall."Time to...
Chapter 18 - The great returnAfter her encounter with the white teenagers in the bus and seeing how things have turned in the abandoned building, Shanika decided that she cannot keep to live has she wanted in the outside world. To her shame she add realized that she have loved every second of her brutal and humiliating encounter with the three white boys and the beautiful white girl. Even if they have been really mean with her, she has obeyed them and had loved it, a lot. So, she took the only...
Chapter 1 Abigail Hanford stared at her friend in disbelief. "But why, Christabel? How? Your parents wouldn't leave you here alone, they just wouldn't!" Christabel Jennings grinned smugly, and mischief glittered in her green eyes. "Daddy was supposed to come back from Atlanta this morning, so Mama took the early coach to go visit her cousin Etta. Only Daddy sent a message with yesterday's coach that he has to stay in Atlanta for three more days. I was outside when the messenger came,...
Chapter 6 - The DepartureIt was hard to imagine that the weekend was almost over. It seemed like a long time since she'd started out down the path that led here, but a week ago she hadn't even heard of the Plantation Club.This time it was the young negro girl who led Shanika to the wash stall in the barn. "No need to shave that coochie since you be goin' back today," she said. The girl looked the other way as the slave girl squatted over the drain and relieved herself. She soaped her up,...
When she awoke, Eric was still sleeping but June was already up. Finishing in the bathroom she slipped out, trying not to wake Eric, into the other room where she found June. June smiled and greeted her. Cynthia asked her if they should go to breakfast or wait for Eric. June looked at with a funny expression and replied “Neither right now love. I have something that I need very much like for you to do for me”. Cynthia assured her she would and wondered why she even asked. June...
The Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 3 The two men, one leading the other by a leash attached to the thumb cuff imprisoning his cock, followed Cynthia back into the playroom. Sharon beamed as Eric was led in since he had clearly chosen the cock whipping over a night in the fiddle. As Cynthia thought about it, he had probably made a wise choice. As painful as what the women planned for him might be, it would at some point be over, while being locked in the feared fiddle would be a...
The Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 2 As another day bloomed on the tropical island, she couldn’t help thinking about what the evening might bring? Was it possible to OD on kink? In the back of her mind she wondered if she could overdo it and become blasé? Certainly would not want that to happen – she was enjoying this too much. She vowed to discus it with her new friends later. For now the pool beckoned and she stretched out – enjoying the warm tropical sun. When she...
I woke to the sound of Blue barking on the front porch as he always does. He has an ongoing feud with a riverboat that makes its way up the river every other day. The sun was just rising and shown in the windows. The home was quiet as always other than blue. I called him and he came into the bedroom and put his big head on the bed and looked at me with his big soulful light-blue eyes and a silly look on his face. Blue is a large hound, originating in Australia and the breed is called Catahula...
I paused in my reading and laid the thick journal aside, leaving it open to my place. I turned my full attention to Judy - an easy task. I noticed her nipples were once again hard and she was squirming against her bonds. The story of my great uncle, as told in his journal, must have been really turning her on. Of course, my free hand stroking her bare breasts and pubes might also have had something to do with that. I'm sure both had contributed to the hard erection I now...
When we finished the food, I carried the tray back to the kitchen, dumping the garbage and putting the rest into the dishwasher. Judy was right. While I enjoy cooking and while Judy and I have spent several interesting evenings preparing semi elaborate meals, this convenience form of food preparation left a lot of additional time for more interesting activities. When I returned to the bedroom, Judy had built up the fire and put on her wrist and ankle cuffs again. She was lying on the lounge...