Oakdale

He dropped the riding crop and sat in a wicker chair. He looked his daughter over again from a distance. She mirrored his lost Cynthia in so many ways. This angered him even more. How dare she take on the features of the lovely woman she had murdered.

“Which of you three are best hung?” he asked the three slaves, who had been looking on in awe. They murmured and looked back and forth for a moment. Jonah finally stepped forward.
“Take her, and spare no gentleness in the doing,” he said, pointing at Myrtle. Mamet cried out and rushed forward. Captain Roget’s stern gaze stopped her. Mamet wrung her hands helplessly, returning to her place by the fireplace.

Breeding slaves was as much a science as breeding horses. Males were known as bucks. They were commonly selected for their best features and bred to outstanding negro females. There was no false humility, no hesitation as Jonah stepped up to the young woman, dropping his shirt as he approached. He touched her ivory white skin. She shivered and tried to jerk away. He grabbed her by the chin and turned her to face him. His large calloused hands mashed her breasts until she screamed in pain. He reached down and placed his fingers in her pussy. He rubbed it gently, then placed the ends of his fingers in his mouth. He smiled down at her as he tasted her pussy. He was not surprised to find her pussy moist. Pain could do that to some people. He was not surprised to find her lily white ass responding to the whip.

He started around her. He stepped on the whip and looked down in surprise. He looked up at the Captain with a question in his eyes. Lightning struck nearby. Thunder deafened them for a moment, then rolled away into obscurity.

“Go ahead,” the Captain nodded.
Jonah reached down and grabbed the whip. Myrtle began struggling. She screamed as a sharp jerk pulled several strands of hair from her head. Crying again, she leaned as far from Jonah as she could. He gleefully brought the whip down across her sweet ass. She screamed, glaring hatred at the large slave. She pulled again, with her hands wrapped around her hair. Everyone noticed that she finally pulled her hair partway out of the door. She pulled again three more times and was suddenly free.

Myrtle turned and sprinted for the far door, the one leading outside. Archie sprinted forward to intercept her.

“Leave her,” Mamet screamed. Archie slid to a halt.
“Stop her,” Captain Roget ammended in a quiet voice.
Archie’s huge hand clamped onto Myrtle’s slender white arm. She fell to the floor, struggling to break his grip.

“Since you are so determined to come to her aid, it is only fair that she repay your loyalty,” Captain Roget said to Mamet.
“Sit in that chair,” he pointed to Myrtle’s chair at the end of the table. “Face it in this direction,” he ordered as she started to sit, facing the table.
“But suh,” she said, shaking her hair.

“Don’t argue with me, Mamet. You have been with my family your entire life. Don’t give me reason now to alter that arrangement. You have your own family to think about, do you not?”
“I do,” Mamet said, taking a seat in the chair.

“Take off your undergarments,” Captain Roget said. Mamet hesitated for a moment, then ruffled cloth until her linen pantaloons lay at her feet.

“Excellent,” Captain Roget said in satisfaction. Jonah, take the young miss over to Mamet. Now place her between the woman’s legs,” he said, his face growing animated for the first time.
“Lift your skirts,” Captain Roget ordered. Mamet shuffled the cloth of her skirts until she could lift them up to her waist. Myrtle sat on hands and knees, sobbing. Jonah stood behind her with her twisted hair in his hand. Mamet looked at Archie uncomfortably. Archie turned away.

“You may leave, Archie,” Captain Roget said quietly. Archie ran out of the room. The door boomed behind him. Lightning struck. Thunder crashed from one side of the valley to the other. Down at the landing rain and hail began pelting the rough surface of the water. An alligator slid beneath the surface, hiding from the punishing marbles of ice.
“Lick her,” Captain Roget screamed. Jonah pushed Myrtle forward and held her face in position. Myrtle pinched her lips closed, her face twisted in defiance.

“DO IT!!! Captain Roget screamed. Myrtle’s mouth flew open and was instantly filled with the pink pussy flesh of the old woman.
“Now fuck her Jonah,” Captain Roget ordered. He licked his lips. His eyes sparkled with an evil fire. Mamet looked down at the white girl between her beefy legs and closed her eyes in horror. Nothing good can come of this, she thought.

Myrtle was holding her mouth still. Her open mouth was filled with the moist sex of the old woman, but she refused to go any farther. She would not lick or suck the woman like a common whore.

Jonah untied his pants and let them drop around his ankles. Everyone gasped. A foot of dark brown meat hung between his legs. It was all of 3 inches thick, but as long as a bull.
“My word,” Captain Roget said, feeling inadequate. He had not made love to a woman in 18 years. He had a hearty hate for all woman. With each passing year his penis grew smaller. But even at his prime he could not come close to matching Jonah’s great size. He licked his lips in anticipation. His eyes were glued to his daughter’s naked ass. It was so white, so perfect, just like her mother’s.

“Fuck her,” Captain Roget whispered angrily.
Jonah held the tip of his cock in his hand and slid it against Myrtle’s sweet virginal pussy. He pushed relentlessly. Myrtle squealed. Her hands went to Mamet’s fat legs. She tried to raise up, but Jonah held her down with a hand on her hair. She struggled, then screamed as the head of Jonah’s cock leaped into her pussy. Her maidenhead tore, fire shot through her crotch and she was suddenly full of meat. She gasped at the horrible pain, and the unfamiliar fullness and tingling pleasure. Jonah began his slow slide in and out of the deflowered virgin. His cock seemed endless. It took several seconds to slide it’s full length into her pussy, then begin the long journey back out again.

Myrtle was grunting like an animal. She still had her hands on Mamet’s fat legs, but now she was licking and sucking furiously. Despite the circumstances, the agile tongue and hot mouth had Mamet moaning in pleasure. She had never felt cunninglus before, she did not approve of it. As far as she knew it was a French perversion practiced only in France itself, and perhaps inside the confines of New Orleans.

But at that moment she would have done anything to prolong the pleasure filling her crotch. Her loins boiled and burned. Her ass felt unnaturally warm. Her asshole itched, wishing for a strong cock to fill it. Mason, her husband, loved to fill her ass with hot meat. Now she craved that meat more than ever.

Mamet’s fat, dimpled, jiggling legs closed in on each side of Myrtle’s face, trapping her in place. Mamet’s eyes were on Jonah’s long, glistening brown cock, which looked so wonderful filling Myrtle’s sweet pussy. The color of his cock hid the blood which flowed from her deflowered womanhood. The tiny lips of her pussy were stretched out of shape around his huge piece of meat. It looked wonderful, Mamet thought. She might call on the services of Jonah herself later.
Myrtle began mouthing Mamet’s sex with particular vehemence. Mamet cried out. Her hands went to Myrtle’s head and pulled it forward, wedging it tightly between her mammoth legs. Myrtle was doing a very good job of eating her pussy, for an unwilling participant. Mamet suddenly wondered just how much Myrtle really objected to eating the pussy of her black mentor. Not at all, if her current actions were germane.

“Easy, child,” Mamet whispered. Myrtle’s eyes flew open. She looked around herself in surprise, but she continued mouthing the wet pussy before her. She jerked when the long cock was push all the way in, coming up against a hard spot inside her pussy. The additional contact thrilled her to her very soul. Her eyes clouded over. Only the animal-like cock filling her pussy was real to her now, nothing else. It was a rough way to be introduced to the wonderful world of sex, but at least she had the best cock possible filling her tortured pussy at the moment.
“Oh lord,” Mamet groaned. Myrtle looked up at Mamet’s twisted face. Mamet was sweating. Her eyes were looking up at the ceiling. Her hands held Myrtle’s sweet innocent face trapped between her legs.

“Ugh,” Jonah said suddenly. He increased his momentum. The slap of his hips against the rubbery cheeks of Myrtle’s ass was loud in the room.
Captain Roget slid forward on the edge of his seat, sensing that the show was almost over. All three of them were getting close to an orgasm.

Jonah huffed with each stroke. His coal black face glistened with sweat. Lightning flashed, now far away. Thunder rumbled eventually, creating a quiet, apologetic sound in the distance.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,” Mamet chanted. She ran her hands through Myrtle’s hair. She rocked forward and back, mashing her wet sex against the girl’s mouth.

Jonah was pelting her ass now, forcing his cock inside even more than he had before. Myrtle was torn between the pain of his had cock coming up against the object in her pussy, or the fire it created as it churned her excited flesh. Jonah was speaking in tongues, mumbling words that did not exist. His eyes were closed, his right hand was on his hip, and drops of sweat littered Myrtle’s small, shapely back. He still retained his grip on her hair, but it was a lose grip.

“Oh yes,” Mamet screamed. She leaned back and shuddered, throwing her huge fat legs wide to allow Myrtle full contact. She hunched her pussy forward, smashing it into the willing girl’s sweet face.

Being assaulted from behind, she was being pushed into Mamet with terrible force. But her thoughts were centered inward. She concentrated on the great fire in her pussy. Even her swinging breasts were on fire. She wished to have them held, sucked, even mashed. She put one of her own hands on her right breast and kneaded it gently. That slight stimulation was all it took to send her crashing into a horrendous orgasm. She stiffened, a look of horror on her face, Mamet’s pussy still held in her mouth, and jerked violently on Jonah’s long cock. She felt impaled, like a butterfly on a pin. She flapped and jerked helplessly, on the long, impaling member. She had an additional treat when Jonah’s cock began spurting white hot cum into her loins.

She shivered with delicate ecstasy. He gently churned her pussy flesh with his long rod. The throbbing piece of meat felt even larger inside her now. The dull ache of her innermost womanhood seemed to add to the thrill of her first fuck. She didn’t know that the dull ache was a battered cervix, which would give her horrible pain over the next few days. She would be bedridden. But the wild memories of that night would sustain her. Her father, in his evil and crude way, had opened a whole new way of life for her. It was not the pleasant and innocent way she had grown up with, it was the harsh reality of a world where she had to be crude, where she had to be master.

“Now give her the keys,” Captain Roget said, standing and grabbing a chicken leg from the tray on the table. Myrtle lay gasping between Mamet’s huge fat legs. She stood slowly and looked at each slave, then her father’s retreating back. She wished that she could throw a knife. She would impale him before he slunk out of sight. She looked at Mamet, knowing that the full story would pass through the slave quarters in a matter of hours. How could she face all those faces, with them knowing what she had done. Even now Jonah was grinning sheepishly at the distraught girl. With a shuddering sob, Myrtle ran up to her room.

“No you won’t!” Myrtle screamed at Mason. The pleasant, sunlit day was a treat after the storm of the night before. But there was a different storm lashing out at them all, and Mason was feeling the brunt of it.
“Ma’am?”
“You will not repair the roof on the barn, you will finish plowing the 160 like I told you. Do you hear me Mason?” she threatened. “Obey me or I will have you whipped like one of the common field hands.”
“Yesum,” he said, shuffling from one foot to the other. Melanie, what are you doing here?” Myrtle asked suddenly. “Aren’t you supposed to be picking seeds in the cotton shed? You should be dying cotton tomorrow.”

“Yesum,” the young, coal black girl said, giving a quick curtsy. “But my mama is sick. I would like to go to Norlens to see her. I’m afeard she may die.”
“Get your lazy behind back on the job I put you too, girl. If you ever want to see your mother again, don’t let me catch you slacking off. Do you hear me!” Myrtle screamed.
“Yesum,” the girl said, running out.

Captain Roget had been sanding by, just a few feet away, hidden in the shadows. The trace of a smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. He put on his triangular hat and ran his hand down the crease.
“You are the master,” he mumbled, turning away. He wandered down the long driveway to the landing, unnoticed.