This is my second attempt at this story it is a work in progress and I welcome any feedback on chapter 1 thank you
Plantation life for the petite nineteen year old Jessica was tiresome, her breasts now full and her blossoming looks were a far cry from her childhood. Now having to dress properly and act like a lady all the time bored her, she so wished that she could return to the times when she could run around with her childhood friends Jacob and Luther fishing with a pole in the old creek, and skinny dipping when the sun got to its height of the midday.
Her father though a slave owner was far more liberal than most. His slaves were allowed to wander freely with a warrant allowing them to visit a church like their northern brethren. The clothing allowance slaves usually received of two linen shirts, two pairs of trousers, one jacket, one pair of socks, one pair of shoes, an overcoat, and a wool hat was far more generous on her father's plantation than others in the district and her father did not take black slave women for breeding if they had a child it was nurtured within the family being taught to read and write. However those days were long gone, she now was the lady of the house after the death of her mother and father a year passed in a fire the rebuilding cost and taxes meant she was not part of a wealthy family now and was to be married to Andrew Wantagh the son of the wealthiest slave auctioneer in the county.
Andrew Wantagh had taken over the running of her fathers plantation and things had changed drastically for the slaves the brick built houses that once were the home for one family were more like cells holding ten to fifteen slaves they were now segregated women were in one quarter and used to sire further slave children who after one year were removed from their mothers and sold at market or placed with older barren women to raise so the younger could be impregnated once more.
The meager rations of cornmeal salt herrings, and eight pounds of pork or fish per month were enforced and the arrears of ground that each family had been allowed to farm was now returned to producing a profit for the plantation Slaves were now being killed on her plantation for sport and hunts were a regular event Andrew Wantagh believed that this severe discipline would make the slaves too scared to rebel.
He devised harsh punishment tools one such was he put nails in a barrel sticking out on the inside of the barrel, then put the slave in and roll him/her down a very long and steep hill. Another punishment was to whip the slaves or watch while Robert his overseer would do it for him. Other slave owners in Virginia smoked their slaves. This involved whipping them and putting them in a tobacco smokehouse but as far as Jessica knew he never went this far.
The young women slaves were often raped for profit of the plantation now, and slaves were pitted against one another for the entertainment of the gentry, she never attended such events but the boasting of other women who had appalled her.
It was mid August and Andrew and his father were making ready for the latest influx of slaves, Jessica never had been to their slave compound but decided that she was to take luncheon with her intended, and made plans to get him to give her a tour of what would become his when they were married. Her inquisitive nature was to get the better of her when she wanders around the compound looking for her intended, she came upon a group of slaves washing down a massive cell the door was open and there was a massive Negro watching over the ones doing the work. Jessica knew him as Robert, he was very dark skinned and broad shouldered, he always carried a long whip that she had often seen him practicing using when he accompanied Andrew when he came visiting her, this Negro intimidated Jesica, out of all she had met this was the only one who had made her feel this way.
The slaves were all chained together with heavy metal collars around their necks, these were different to the slaves on her plantation there was far more fear and hatred in their eyes their backs were scared. They have been barley clothed just a loin cloth that barely covered their manhood’s.
Jessica could not see the danger she had put herself in when she ordered the overseer Robert to find his master. Robert did, and she was soon to find out when the six Negro slaves turned their attention to her, without there oppressive brother to contain their lust for vengeance she was to be easy prey. Robert watched from just behind the tree line as for a few minutes the slaves continued with their work, but their lust took hold of them walking out of the cell into the sunlight surrounding her leaving her with no escape.
The inexperienced Jessica told them to return to their work but without Roberts whip there was no compulsion for them to obey. They each began grabbing at her in her finery, then pushed her against the bars of the cell that they had been cleaning.
While two of the Negros held their chains across her neck the other four ripped at her clothes pulling at each layer of clothing until her pale skin was exposed. Robert looked on as the lust of his black brothers took over each of the slaves, their erections no longer hidden by what material was originally in place.
Two of the men grabbed her legs as the largest moved in close to her, his stale fish smelling breath made her feel sick but he grabbed her thighs forcing himself between them and entering her womanhood with his manhood, thrusting into her with hatred coursing through his body.
Robert took his own manhood in hand and watched his mistress being abused by the first of the slaves, as she screamed he pulled hard on himself wishing it was him that had peeled open her fruit. He pumped on himself till he spilled his seed, then decided that he had not better be found there so set off to find his master looking back to see another penis entering his mistress.
After what seemed like an eternity he shot his seed into her virginal vagina, pulling out of her just as the last of his cum spurted from his throbbing penis letting out a primal scream as this creamy fluid hit her naked thigh. Jessica had never heard a sound like this before but as her brain tried to rationalize what was happening to her, the second Negro took the first place filling her once more ramming into her like a dog taking its bitch. Her body was writhing with the hatred she felt towards these slaves, who she had done nothing to.
She was being abused in the worst way a white woman could be and the revolution she was feeling was mixed with something deep inside her the likes she had never before felt. Her thighs were open to the second Negos thrusts and for some reason she no longer wished to close them anymore. She could feel a glow building in her womanhood, a wanting for more, as the slave pounded into her this feeling grew and grew. Once the time the third slave was in her she was no longer was being held.
She had slipped to the floor and the third slave on the chain was on top of her and she was responding to his humping his rutting and she didn’t understand how her body could betray her in such a way but enjoyment and lust had overcome her and she was now grinding her hips to meet each thrust of the slave.
The fourth of the slaves turned her over pushing her over the stone mounting step then proceeded fuck her from behind, rutting into her like the true animal she thought they were pumping his seed deep into her.
The last of the slaves mounted her from behind also each of them slamming into her sperm filled vagina with the greatest of ease. It was not long before the last of them released his cum into her bruised vagina .
The debauchery was stopped by the sounds of horses and dogs returning from afar, in a panic the slaves quickly bound Jessica with her own clothes and threw her into the nearby barn where they had been shackled the night before, covering her body with straw, returning to their work cleaning the cell as though nothing had happened.
Andrew and his father and Robert returned to find the slaves unattended. Andrew shouted at the Negros demanding to know where Jessica had gone, but there was no reply. Robert cracked his whip and shouted out in a native tong one of the slaves pointed to the track leading away from the courtyard towards the mansion house and the two white men moved off in the direction indicated by the slaves, with the dogs following.
Robert shouted more commands at the slaves. They stopped what they were doing returning to the barn where they had hidden Jesica. He clasped the loose end of the chain to an eye on the floor then locked them in not knowing mistress Jessica was hidden under the straw in the corner of the stable, leaving her to her fate.
Plantation life for the petite nineteen year old Jessica was tiresome, her breasts now full and her blossoming looks were a far cry from her childhood. Now having to dress properly and act like a lady all the time bored her, she so wished that she could return to the times when she could run around with her childhood friends Jacob and Luther fishing with a pole in the old creek, and skinny dipping when the sun got to its height of the midday.
Her father though a slave owner was far more liberal than most. His slaves were allowed to wander freely with a warrant allowing them to visit a church like their northern brethren. The clothing allowance slaves usually received of two linen shirts, two pairs of trousers, one jacket, one pair of socks, one pair of shoes, an overcoat, and a wool hat was far more generous on her father's plantation than others in the district and her father did not take black slave women for breeding if they had a child it was nurtured within the family being taught to read and write. However those days were long gone, she now was the lady of the house after the death of her mother and father a year passed in a fire the rebuilding cost and taxes meant she was not part of a wealthy family now and was to be married to Andrew Wantagh the son of the wealthiest slave auctioneer in the county.
Andrew Wantagh had taken over the running of her fathers plantation and things had changed drastically for the slaves the brick built houses that once were the home for one family were more like cells holding ten to fifteen slaves they were now segregated women were in one quarter and used to sire further slave children who after one year were removed from their mothers and sold at market or placed with older barren women to raise so the younger could be impregnated once more.
The meager rations of cornmeal salt herrings, and eight pounds of pork or fish per month were enforced and the arrears of ground that each family had been allowed to farm was now returned to producing a profit for the plantation Slaves were now being killed on her plantation for sport and hunts were a regular event Andrew Wantagh believed that this severe discipline would make the slaves too scared to rebel.
He devised harsh punishment tools one such was he put nails in a barrel sticking out on the inside of the barrel, then put the slave in and roll him/her down a very long and steep hill. Another punishment was to whip the slaves or watch while Robert his overseer would do it for him. Other slave owners in Virginia smoked their slaves. This involved whipping them and putting them in a tobacco smokehouse but as far as Jessica knew he never went this far.
The young women slaves were often raped for profit of the plantation now, and slaves were pitted against one another for the entertainment of the gentry, she never attended such events but the boasting of other women who had appalled her.
It was mid August and Andrew and his father were making ready for the latest influx of slaves, Jessica never had been to their slave compound but decided that she was to take luncheon with her intended, and made plans to get him to give her a tour of what would become his when they were married. Her inquisitive nature was to get the better of her when she wanders around the compound looking for her intended, she came upon a group of slaves washing down a massive cell the door was open and there was a massive Negro watching over the ones doing the work. Jessica knew him as Robert, he was very dark skinned and broad shouldered, he always carried a long whip that she had often seen him practicing using when he accompanied Andrew when he came visiting her, this Negro intimidated Jesica, out of all she had met this was the only one who had made her feel this way.
The slaves were all chained together with heavy metal collars around their necks, these were different to the slaves on her plantation there was far more fear and hatred in their eyes their backs were scared. They have been barley clothed just a loin cloth that barely covered their manhood’s.
Jessica could not see the danger she had put herself in when she ordered the overseer Robert to find his master. Robert did, and she was soon to find out when the six Negro slaves turned their attention to her, without there oppressive brother to contain their lust for vengeance she was to be easy prey. Robert watched from just behind the tree line as for a few minutes the slaves continued with their work, but their lust took hold of them walking out of the cell into the sunlight surrounding her leaving her with no escape.
The inexperienced Jessica told them to return to their work but without Roberts whip there was no compulsion for them to obey. They each began grabbing at her in her finery, then pushed her against the bars of the cell that they had been cleaning.
While two of the Negros held their chains across her neck the other four ripped at her clothes pulling at each layer of clothing until her pale skin was exposed. Robert looked on as the lust of his black brothers took over each of the slaves, their erections no longer hidden by what material was originally in place.
Two of the men grabbed her legs as the largest moved in close to her, his stale fish smelling breath made her feel sick but he grabbed her thighs forcing himself between them and entering her womanhood with his manhood, thrusting into her with hatred coursing through his body.
Robert took his own manhood in hand and watched his mistress being abused by the first of the slaves, as she screamed he pulled hard on himself wishing it was him that had peeled open her fruit. He pumped on himself till he spilled his seed, then decided that he had not better be found there so set off to find his master looking back to see another penis entering his mistress.
After what seemed like an eternity he shot his seed into her virginal vagina, pulling out of her just as the last of his cum spurted from his throbbing penis letting out a primal scream as this creamy fluid hit her naked thigh. Jessica had never heard a sound like this before but as her brain tried to rationalize what was happening to her, the second Negro took the first place filling her once more ramming into her like a dog taking its bitch. Her body was writhing with the hatred she felt towards these slaves, who she had done nothing to.
She was being abused in the worst way a white woman could be and the revolution she was feeling was mixed with something deep inside her the likes she had never before felt. Her thighs were open to the second Negos thrusts and for some reason she no longer wished to close them anymore. She could feel a glow building in her womanhood, a wanting for more, as the slave pounded into her this feeling grew and grew. Once the time the third slave was in her she was no longer was being held.
She had slipped to the floor and the third slave on the chain was on top of her and she was responding to his humping his rutting and she didn’t understand how her body could betray her in such a way but enjoyment and lust had overcome her and she was now grinding her hips to meet each thrust of the slave.
The fourth of the slaves turned her over pushing her over the stone mounting step then proceeded fuck her from behind, rutting into her like the true animal she thought they were pumping his seed deep into her.
The last of the slaves mounted her from behind also each of them slamming into her sperm filled vagina with the greatest of ease. It was not long before the last of them released his cum into her bruised vagina .
The debauchery was stopped by the sounds of horses and dogs returning from afar, in a panic the slaves quickly bound Jessica with her own clothes and threw her into the nearby barn where they had been shackled the night before, covering her body with straw, returning to their work cleaning the cell as though nothing had happened.
Andrew and his father and Robert returned to find the slaves unattended. Andrew shouted at the Negros demanding to know where Jessica had gone, but there was no reply. Robert cracked his whip and shouted out in a native tong one of the slaves pointed to the track leading away from the courtyard towards the mansion house and the two white men moved off in the direction indicated by the slaves, with the dogs following.
Robert shouted more commands at the slaves. They stopped what they were doing returning to the barn where they had hidden Jesica. He clasped the loose end of the chain to an eye on the floor then locked them in not knowing mistress Jessica was hidden under the straw in the corner of the stable, leaving her to her fate.
