The Ripened Black Slave (Historical, Open for Master)

[ObsideanWarrior]

This is an interracial story, with a twist. The character I bring in is an 18 year-old black slave girl in the antebellum South. For all female slaves on this plantation in Georgia, being raped by the slavemaster is all but a rite of passage. His sons usually get in on the act as well. And young Betty (two of whose three younger siblings are mixed) knows her turn is overdue. She was a bit of a late bloomer, but in the past few months, her figure has budded out, and she had her first period several months ago.

Some slaves are paired by the master with males, but Betty has not yet been given a partner. An ominous sign, for it usually means the master and his male kin plan on doing the breeding themselves...

The day dawned warm, and as always there was the Big House's laundry to be done. So Betty rose just behind the sun. Like the other slaves, she had only a sack to wear for clothes. Since her figure had begun to bud out, the sack did not provide the level fo coverage she would have wanted. But she was only a slave--little more than an animal in the eyes of the masters of this plantation--so if her budding breasts popped out from time to time, or her bare ass showed under the sack...well, it was only to be expected.

The laundry was stored in a small room at the base of the kitchen where she sometimes worked. So Betty entered with her basket, and began rounding up the washing....

 

[Wolk]

OOC: Before we start, I want to put down a small introduction to explain. I realize this issue is still sensitive in the United States, where there are many people whose not so distant ancestors survived racial discrimination. Being a first-generation immigrant, I feel neither connection nor special sensitivity to this sad chapter of history, since none of my ancestors, no matter how far back you go participated in any way in the slavery system. Therefore, I feel I can roleplay this much like I would in a story about ancient Rome and its slaves and senators, without coming off as supporting or enjoying the horrible system that once existed. Certainly, it's not my intention to come off as such or to insult those who were touched by it historically.

Now, then, with that out of the way, here comes the evil plantation owner.

IC:

Mister Dick Cornwall, of approximately thirty six years old was a fourth generation land owner in the fine state of Georgia. Like his father and the father before him, Dick made sure the enterprise ran smoothly, the slaves didn't slack off and the overseers didn't get too drunk before the night came about. It wasn't hard work, but it was a different kind of work. He had plenty of leisure time, but never knew when he might be needed, so he spent most of it patrolling the grounds, making sure everything was working smoothly.

Now, too, the tan, fair-haired white man was descending down the stairs to the first floor of his big house. His loose white shirt was half-open, showing off his powerful, hairy chest, and below that cowboy-like pants of rough fabric hugged around his thick, strong legs.

Dick's eyes suddenly stopped on a tight chocolate female ass which peeked arousingly from under the cheap sack fabric as its owner bent over to pick the clothes for washing from the floor. 'Betty' Dick thought, grinning. The little thing was all filled out nicely now and he's been noticing her for a few months, but never quite got around to doing anything about it. Now things seemed quiet for the morning, and he was finally going to do it. It was a high time to break her cunt in, Dick thought.

He came up behind her and slapped her ass with a loud, ringing spank that would make her jump. Dick kept his hand there, slowly rubbing and feeling up her ass. His other hand reached around under her arm and cupped her nicely sized breast through the thin sack.

"You've filled out these here goodies quite a lot lately, Betty." He said, laughing.

His hand moved to the other breast and squeezed it as well, then pinched her nipple.

 

[sxybibbw]

nice,,keep it going,,black f here w unusual fantasies towards master slave relatioship

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

Betty did not hear the man coming. The first awareness she had of his came from the slap on her ass. She let out a little yell, dropping the linens she was holding into an awkward pile on the floor. Betty had thought the man would just move on, leaving her to finish her morning duties.

She was wrong.

Today, Master Cornwall did not just move on. The hand remained, moving, groping. His other hand moved up under the sack, lifting it, reaching for her breast. The sack was now lifted up, exposing most of her body, including her coarse black snatch.

Today was the day she had feared. Her Mama had told her a couple years ago. And occasionally in odd corners of the plantation, or behind bushes, she had seen an overseer drag off a woman-slave, heard the sounds of copulation. And once, she had come back to her cabin and seen her own Mama with this same man atop her, riding her. She had hastily run away, not sure if he or she had noticed.

And now it was her turn. "I--I what do you mean Master Cornwall?"

 

[Wolk]

Dick smirked at her innocent words and kept groping the girl, who dared not put up any resistance to her owner. His hands explored her body at his leisure, staying on her firm tits for a while as he enjoyed the way her ripe flesh pushed back at his rough fingers. Then he moved down, sliding his hand along her belly to arrive to her pussy. Soft, gentle pubic hair tickled his palm and Cornwall emitted a laugh of approval.

"Well, I'll be damned!" He laughed out. "Look at all this hair you gone got down here 'tween your legs. Yup, you're definitely ready to breed."

He let her go and took one step back to see more of young Betty at once.

"Turn around, girl," he ordered. "And lift that dress up to your chin."

Master Cornwall's voice carried authority by nature and practice, but also, and not in the least, because punishment was not far behind if a slave hesitated to obey.

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

Betty leaned back a little bit into her master's crude touch. White hands kneaded soft chocolate flesh. His hand traced down the smooth dark skin of her belly, down between her legs. Her thighs parted slowly.

The white master stepped back a little. Betty was trembling as she slowly turned around. She lifted up her crude clothes, giving the white man a near-total view of her. She was cold inside. He had used the word "breed." Having seen her mother's belly slowly grow a couple years ago after she had been "bred" almost every night for a month, she knew what the word meant...

 

[Hooper_X]

... and thus another fucktard makes the ignore list.

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

All OOC:

... and thus another fucktard makes the ignore list.

Uh...not quite sure where that came from. You do realize this is the SRP forum for interactive fiction, right? That just because someone writes about things like slavery, incest, rape and so forth in no way shape or form means that person advocates those things in real life? That there is a big difference between fantasy and reality, and this forum is strictly for the former?

 

[Wolk]

OOC: I'm sorry to see someone is actually upset about this. I already mentioned that this is by no means intended to offend, nor does it reflect what anybody here supports. At the same time, I do feel that if it is acceptable to make fictional and harmless RPs about the horrible period in history I am sensitive about, namely WWII, it should also be acceptable to make a fictional and harmless RP like this about a period that other people might be sensitive about. As long as we all understand it's done in good faith, I think we can all tolerate it and not hold history as a taboo subject merely because times were not always as good and fair as they are now.

Remember everyone, nobody but imaginary characters get hurt in these RPs.

IC:

The man studied her body approvingly. She was very beautifully formed and already he felt arousal creeping down his spine. But there was something wrong. She shivered even though it wasn't cold.

"Very nice," he said.

Reaching down, he caressed her pussy again, this time sliding a finger in between her pussy lips. Her silky, sensitive skin felt wonderful on his finger, and Cornwall looked forward to feeling it on a more sensitive part as well.

"Are you frightened?" He asked as he slowly caressed her clitoris. "Don't be. That's what all pretty girls here have to do. Your mommy did it too."

He took her hand into his and moved it away, letting her hold the sack with just one. Dick then placed it onto his pants, where a large bulge was just starting to form.

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

Betty tried to smile as her master ran his finger across even her most private place. At least he seemed pleased with her, and not angry. Not like had happened to her mother. She had angered an overseer once by sleeping late...and that night and almost every night for a month, Stephan had shown up in her cabin, climbing into her bed, shoving her into it, and raping her. Betty had been too young to understand completely.

But this seemed different. She felt something tingle inside as the man's finger touched her young nub. He seemed gentle. But when he asked if she was frightened, she nodded slightly. "My mother," she said. "It--it happened to her." The memory of those nights would not go away. Seeing her clothes lifted up, she asked, "Do you want me to just take this off?"

She felt him twitch inside his pants. It made her uneasy...yet curious.

 

[Wolk]

"No. Put it back down for now." Master Cornwall stepped back, letting go of her. "The kitchen is a bad place for this. Get dressed and follow me."

He walked off without turning, knowing full well that she would follow. Up the stairs, he lead her to one of the unused bedrooms, where an unimportant guest might stay. Still, it was a great honor for a slave, who was supplied with a sack for her clothes. Betty gave him no grounds for complaint or punishment that Cornwall could remember, and this was her reward: to be raped on a clean bed instead of bent over a stack of hay.

"Now undress." He ordered, watching as she did and sliding his hands up to her tits once again for a slow massage.

"This isn't punishment, Betty," he reassured her. "This is a kind of work, which a good slave woman should know how to do well, especially a pretty one like you."

Cornwall opened the front of his pants and let his long cock hang out for her to see.

"Here, touch it." He told her, moving her hand back to it again. "Rub it nice and gentle, Betty." His own hands, however, were not quite as gentle. He felt up her young tits and ass, probed her pussy with a finger, tickled her clit again.

"Wrap your fingers around it and pump slowly."

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

Betty followed the master up the stairs. She had a vague inkling that the master's wife probably would not be happy to see the master with a slave woman, but she wasn't sure. In any event, Master Cornwall was pleased with her and she wanted to keep it that way.

She was amazed at the bed...this was wealth. To live how these people lived would be great. But before she could drink in the comparitive opulence of the room, she undressed, and leaned forward a little, knowing the white man would want to play with her chocolate breasts. She stood, still and quiet, until the master spoke.

"Not punishment then? That's okay." She was relieved. It would be just another duty to let this man touch her. "I want to work well for you."

Then came the unveiling of the white man's cock. Her eyes popped as she saw it. She had never seen a naked man before. At least not up close and aroused. He tooker her hand, led it to himself. She flinched slightly, unsure if he really wanted what he seemed to want.

The man seemed to be all into touching...his hands roamed across her breasts. There was that tickle between her thighs again. Her leg trembled and she moaned. This was about touching...so her dark fingers ran along the warm white flesh of his manhood. She gave him a good handjob, even as she stroked the arm of the hand that was rubbing between her thighs.

 

[Wolk]

Cornwall massaged her young, ready sex slowly, coaxing moisture out of it. He wanted her lubricated enough for him to enjoy it, and in the meantime, enjoyed her rather soft hand, its colour contrasting sharply with his quickly inflating member. Soon her fingers were slightly sticky with his precum and it became a lot more enjoyable still.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, Betty?" He laughed, feeling a little moisture on his own fingers, the natural response of her youthful, eager pussy. He pushed a finger into her just an inch if not less, then another. With them, he probed her canal until he felt resistance. Soon, it would not be there, but before that he had another thing to make her perform.

"Get on your knees right here," he told her, pointing at the floor by the bed between his spread legs. He had just taken off his pants completely and sat on the bed's edge.

"Open your mouth wide and whatever happens, don't you dare bite." With that he took her by the hair with both hands and pulled her head towards him, impaling her mouth onto his cock.

"Suck it and lick it, Betty," Cornwall ordered as he began moving her head up and down his shaft, going deep enough to just touch the back of her mouth, but not yet go into her throat.

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

As Betty felt the precum on the end of his cock, she smeared it over the shaft, massaging a little harder and faster now. She wondered how big it would get. Judging from the look on his face, he was enjoying what she was doing...

"It feels...strange," she said in response to his question. Then his fingers went a little deeper, finding moisture, and then outright wetness. Looking down at herself, Betty saw her thick, black nipples were hard. She felt a shudder...it was not unpleasant. Whatever this new task she had to do was, it was better than harvesting crops or doing wash in hot water.

At his instruction, the young black girl got on her knees. "Okay, I not bite, you want me to touch you with lips and mouth, I understand." Taking her nappy hair, he pulled her onto his shaft. Her hands rested on his thighs, and she moved his white hardness around in her mouth, moving her face onto the shaft. It began to go down her throat...she felt it cut off her air, but she breathed through her nose, running her tongue on the shaft.

 

[Wolk]

"Good, Betty!" The man grunted in pleasure as she sucked him and massaged the underside of his cock with her soft, wet tongue. Whatever she lacked in skill, she made up with enthusiasm and the blowjob, although the first in her life, felt very nice.

Too nice, in fact, because Dick was getting turned on more and more. Soon he wanted to fuck her mouth deeper, and being her owner, that's exactly what he did. He forced Betty's mouth further onto his hard shaft, making her swallow more of his length, or attempt to. It was uncomfortable, he was sure, but at that point cared relatively little. She was his to do anything he pleased with and now he pleased to fuck her mouth. So he did.

There was a limit on how much cock he could stuff into her little mouth, however, and soon that limit began to annoy him. Horny Cornwall needed more than a mouth now.

"Choking on it a little, Betty?" He smirked as he pulled out and let her catch her breath. "That means you need a lot more practice."

He petted her cheek encouragingly.

"But you did good for the first time and for that you get to lie on the bed." He smiled.

"Now it's time for the real deal, girl." He told her once she got settled and felt the forbidden softness of feathers and the touch of clean, gentle sheets on her skin. "Lie on your back and spread your legs for me." He instructed as he took off his loose white shirt and also climbed onto the bed, his erection bobbing heavily and glistening with her saliva. "I'm gonna make you a woman."

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

Betty read her master's desires, allowing the cock to go into her throat. He was surprised at how much she did manage to swallow. Her lips were just touching his undisciplined tangle of manly hair and her throat was feeling a little raw when he decided it was time to have her completely.

Betty nodded. "It took up all my mouth," she said. It had been unpleasant, but certainly no more than working in the fields, and probably less. "Yes, I am sure you will give me plenty of...practice," the young black girl said. Judging from how her master enjoyed it, she didn't doubt he would want it often...

The black girl settled back onto the bed, looking like coal in the clean sheets. It was a luxurious feeling. She had never experienced such comfort. Betty obediently spread her legs wide, revealing her kinky-haired snatch. Her full breasts and thick nipples, which could only be a little darker than her ebony body, bowed up at the ceiling.

Her eyes went down to that white shaft between his thighs.

 

[Wolk]

The sight of this young black beauty all spread and contrasting with the bedsheets like this drove already horny Cornwall into a lustful madness. He loved how gravity-defying her tits were, standing firm, capped with hard, thick black nipples. He took them immediately into his mouth and between his fingers, groaning and fonding them passionately for a little while, before he moved his pelvis between her legs and his heavy cock pressed against her tender bush, her stomach, and pussy lips.

He reached down, aiming his hard cock at the wet, pink slit on her ebony body, then pressed forward, moaning in pleasure as her inner lips pushed the foreskin off his sensitive dickhead, baring it to rub directly over the inner walls of her pussy. He pushed ahead until he felt the stiff resistance, but didn't stop at it. Drunk with lust, Cornwall thrust ahead with his hard cock, breaking in Betty's virginity and driving more of his manhood inside of her.

"Oh, yes!" He moaned, starting to fuck her after barely giving her time to adjust. "Such a tight pussy. Feels very good!"

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

Betty felt tingles of pleasure at this white man's lips on her nipples. One of her hands went to his hair, running through it, guiding his head along her breasts. It felt good, and she moaned with pleasure.

Then she felt something hard between her legs. Without looking, she knew what it was. She felt another deep tingle, a sensation of warmth. Her hand slid down his bare back. Her legs opened up a bit more. Here was a way she could earn her master's favor without roiling in the sun or carrying heavy loads!

Then came the entry...and she screamed. Her hymen was pierced, and she cried out, "Please, stop...it hurts! It hurt me!" But Cornwall was too consumed with his pleasure to pay her any heed. He was going to fuck this black beauty now.

And Betty knew it...her mind going back to those nights with her mother...a tear in her eye.

 

[Wolk]

He should've heeded her pleas, but Cornwall was consumed by lust, and so he plowed her tight pussy, grunting in pleasure. Her tears unnoticed, his cock pistoned in and out of her snatch again and again. At least it was wet, and so it was not as painful as it could've been, but, surely, Betty wasn't thinking about that now and Cornwall wasn't caring. All he knew was the young, firm, sexy body under him and the heavenly feelings that her no longer virgin pussy sent through his cock as it grasped it tightly in its narrow, velvety grip.

His big, muscular body pressed her into the bed with its weight and his hips moved like a smith's hammer, pounding her pussy with quick, measured, powerful thrusts. Her nipple between his fingers, being tweaked and pulled, sent pleasant sensations through her body, but it was a drop in the sea compared to the fire that must have raged between her legs. Furthermore, it only excited him further, making his cock pound harder.

Unfortunately for poor Betty, Cornwall was in his thirties, with an enviable endurance. He did not cum in a minute or two and ended her torture; instead, he lasted a good, long, painful time. But, finally, it came. The slapping of their sweaty bodies and her cries were interrupted by his orgasmic groans as his cock rammed her with previously unseen vigor. Then, it stopped suddenly, and his whole body shuddered as stream after fertile stream of his fresh, juicy cum flowed into her freshly deflored pussy. Finally, the spasms subsided, and he rested on top of her, his cock still plugged into her tight hole, not letting so much as a single droplet of sperm escape.

He looked at her face and smiled.

"The first time is always painful," he told her, wiping her tear with his finger. "But you pleasured me well, Betty. You can be proud of yourself; now you are a real woman."

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

Betty's insides did indeed feel like they were on fire...and it seemed like the white man would never stop. He was happy, she knew, enthusaistically so. So he had no reason to stop.

Until he finally orgasmed. A lot of the wind had been knocked out of Betty as Cornwall had taken her...and taken her. He was heavy. She looked up into his eyes as he wiped her tear away. She didn't know what to think...other than that she hoped it would be less painful next time. Sensations of raw nerves, wetness, heat...it all blended together, deep inside. She wondered if she was bred now, or if he would have to come back again and again like the overseer had with her mother.

"I'm just glad I made you happy," Betty finally said.

 

[Wolk]

The master of the estate smiled. It was obvious she didn't like it, but then again, she didn't necessarily have to. He hoped she would still, at later times.

"Good girl," he just petted her.

Getting off her finally, and pulling his cock out, Dick got up. He didn't let Betty follow him, however. Instead, he instructed her to lift her legs and put them up on the footboard of the bed, as he shoved a pillow under her ass, so as to make sure his sperm stays within her pussy and has a better chance of impregnating her.

"Stay here," he told her. "I'm going to send for your momma to come here take care of you."

With that he left the room and sent a messenger as promised.

But an hour later the door opened again and in came Master Cornwall together with his son young Master Sid. He was in his early twenties, not yet married, and with a roaring sexual drive. The young man was handsome with his almost blond hair and right, noble facial features, not to mention captivating green eyes. He also was nicely endowed in his pants. So, there wasn't a great shortage of interested girls from good families, but it wasn't gentlemanly to be sexual with ladies of high class, neighbours daughters. Slaves, on the other hand, were much easier to bed and just as pleasant. So now, too, he came to help out his daddy do some breeding with Betty, whom he began to notice as soon as she started developing rapidly a few months ago.

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

Betty waited patiently...then the master and son came in. "Where is Mama," she asked. She started to cover herself at the son's entrance, but realized that the son was a man too. He would likely enjoy looking at her. So she laid back on the bed, legs open, giving the son the same view she had given his father. "Hello Master Sid." She had seen the young man around the place from time to time.

 

[Wolk]

Sid smiled at the cute sight of Betty trying to cover up, then opening again. She did look pretty and the snake in the young master's pants began to stir slowly.

"Well, dad, looks like you done covered her nicely," he chuckled, taking the liberty to feel up the top of Betty's pussy and brush her bush, then to fondle her tits and tug at those lovely nipples. "Does she suck yet, father?"

Master Cornwall nodded. "Yep. And pretty good at it too, she is. Go try it out. Girl's got talent."

Sid quickly shed his pants and put his heavy, still partially soft cock on top of Betty's lips. "Go ahead, girl, show me how you suck cock."

By that time the messenger finally made his way to the fields and momma came as requested, entering the room to find that Betty has just been made a woman.

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

The mother, Sheldora, walked in just as the white son was calling on Betty to suck. She was a little larger, with wide hips and a heavy frame. But except for a few maternal pounds, she was not overweight. She looked shocked for a instant, but recovered herself. "Master Cornwall, I see you done discovered my girl Betty here. Can I help clean her up."

The son saw the mother had huge, full African breasts, mostly covered by a simple top that stretched down to a little above the midway point between thigh and knee. She did not seem to be angry at the white men...for she had known for a long time this day would come. "Mother," Betty said, "he told me to come up here--"

"Shh...it's okay chile. Just a part of growing up."

 

[Wolk]

"That I did," Cornwall nodded, as if it was a perfectly normal occurance for him and his son to take her daughter and fuck her, for it really was. "She is quite a sucker, Betty is. But needs teaching in that. That's what you're here for, woman. You gonna be a good mommy, teach Betty how to be a woman."

"Now, you go clean up her pussy, get me her nice and ready for another good bedding. And while you're at it, give her a few tips on sucking Sid. Boy's hung like a horse, this ain't as easy as taking old me."

Sid enjoyed his blowjob, moaning lightly, while Cornwall senior watched Sheldora as she moved about. Her curvy hips, ass, and those full, ripe black tits always excited Dick. Oh, she wouldn't be here just for coaching, that's for sure. And as if to underscore that, he reached out for her sexy round ass and ran his palm over it, feeling her up through the clothes slowly.