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These two always say something trite like that when I am being whipped. 
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Plantation Plight By Barbaria And Windar
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These two always say something trite like that when I am being whipped. 
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
Everything is going well. I fear the best.View attachment 415693 These two always say something trite like that when I am being whipped.
I must say I like the futuristic setting of the story. Imagine the thoughts going through the women's (and men's) heads as they become chattel in a modern society and what would be abuse or sexual assault in our time would be their owners prerogative...View attachment 415693 These two always say something trite like that when I am being whipped.
...or being publicly paraded to auction in chains???
windar
Teller of Tales
Uh-oh.... this isn't going well....
I wish I could promise that it will get better, but you guys wouldn't believe me anyway, so I won't.
...or being publicly paraded to auction in chains???
that's one of my favourites from your collection Tree -
yes, I do imagine, every time I see it, and it brings up some very naughty imaginings!
I like the dual perspective from the point of view of the masters and the slaves. George seems to be a good sort. Perhaps he's just looking out for Barb's and Pat's welfare. Knowing what happened to slaves who tried to escape in the antebellum period, one can only expect that similarly bad things would happen if Barb and Pat tried to escape and failed.
They need to find an "underground railroad", but the story has not said whether there is anywhere that opposes slavery and where they might be safe. Barb is, so far, too naive about what might happen - a whipping is probably the least of her worries, if she only knew. It's like the fine print, only this time it isn't even there for her to read, even if she wanted to.
They need to find an "underground railroad", but the story has not said whether there is anywhere that opposes slavery and where they might be safe. Barb is, so far, too naive about what might happen - a whipping is probably the least of her worries, if she only knew. It's like the fine print, only this time it isn't even there for her to read, even if she wanted to.
Nice analysis Jolly. I like that.
What's the opposite of a demerit?
Whatever it is, Jolly just earned one!
that's one of my favourites from your collection Tree -
yes, I do imagine, every time I see it, and it brings up some very naughty imaginings!
Here on CF nothing is too naughty to imagine
Dream on Eul!
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
She doesn't even know!What's the opposite of a demerit?
windar
Teller of Tales
These are all excellent questions and observations, Jolly. Many will be answered, or at least addressed, in coming episodes. I hope you will keep reading.
windar
Teller of Tales
5 Charles
I have to be honest, from the time I saw Barbara Moore at the slave auction, I wanted her. What it was that caught my eye and caused my penis to stand to attention, I can’t quite say. Perhaps it was the pure beauty and perhaps it was the suggestion of fiery recalcitrance in need of being tamed, perhaps it was the combination. But, when the auctioneer had her remove her blouse and I saw those tits, I knew I had to have her. Certainly, when he had her remove her panties and bend over, there was no doubt.
So, yes, I probably paid too much, thinking with the little head, rather than the big one, as Sarah has accused me of doing. But she was mine now, and her mother, Pat, too. Come to think of it, Mom is pretty hot also. I bet she was something when she was Barb’s age. And certainly Barb’s performance at the whipping post had done nothing to lessen my interest. In fact, the sight of her writhing in agony under George’s lashes had only increased my lust for her.
It was a couple of days after Barb’s first flogging. Apparently the warning punishment had had its effect, as I hadn’t heard any reports of problems. Sarah, after our little tryst the night of Barb’s whipping, had become bitchy again. Maybe it was that time of the month or maybe she was just mad at me for not letting her flog Barb more severely, but she was not in the mood for my attentions. So, after dinner, I strolled down to the slave quarters.
I knocked at the door of Barb and Pat’s cabin. Pat opened the door; behind her, I could see Barb, naked from the waist up, lying face down on her mattress. Apparently, Pat had been applying more salve to Barb’s wounds, even though they had largely healed. “Master Charles,” Pat said, her eyes on her feet, not daring to look at me.
“I just wanted to stop by and see how you ladies are getting along here,” I said, going through the doorway without waiting for an invitation. This was my plantation after all and I didn’t need one. Barb sat up and reached for her blouse. Her tits were absolutely ravishing. “No need to be formal with me dear. I like you just as you are now. And after all, I have seen you naked. Twice. But why don’t you come over and be friendly.”
Reluctantly, she stood. The cabin was tiny, so it only took two steps until she was standing next to me. “How do you like my plantation Barbara?”
“It’s fine, Master Charles,” she replied softly, looking down at her feet as her mother had.
“Yes it is,” I replied. “The finest in the whole county. I hope you appreciate your having ended up here and that we won’t have any more problems with you.”
“No, Master Charles, you won’t,” she said .
“That’s good, Barb, now why don’t you show your appreciation and give me a kiss.” I reached out my left hand, pulled her face into mine and kissed her hard on the mouth. At the same time, I stroked her succulent breasts with my right hand. My penis was now at full attention.
Hearing Pat’s feet moving towards the door, I broke the kiss. “Where are you going, Pat?”
“I suppose I should leave you two alone, Master Charles, shouldn’t I?”
“Not at all, Pat,” I replied. “Your daughter and I are going to have a little party and you are most welcome to join us. I’ve never done a mother and daughter together and I plan to fix that oversight right here and now.” I pulled a flask out of my pocket and took a big swig of whiskey, then passed it to Pat. “Let’s have us some fun, now.”
And fun was what I had. Screwing Barb was every bit as good as I had dreamed it would be when I first saw her. And Mom wasn’t bad at all either. I could imagine many more nights of pleasure, as long as Sarah didn’t try to spoil things.
I have to be honest, from the time I saw Barbara Moore at the slave auction, I wanted her. What it was that caught my eye and caused my penis to stand to attention, I can’t quite say. Perhaps it was the pure beauty and perhaps it was the suggestion of fiery recalcitrance in need of being tamed, perhaps it was the combination. But, when the auctioneer had her remove her blouse and I saw those tits, I knew I had to have her. Certainly, when he had her remove her panties and bend over, there was no doubt.
So, yes, I probably paid too much, thinking with the little head, rather than the big one, as Sarah has accused me of doing. But she was mine now, and her mother, Pat, too. Come to think of it, Mom is pretty hot also. I bet she was something when she was Barb’s age. And certainly Barb’s performance at the whipping post had done nothing to lessen my interest. In fact, the sight of her writhing in agony under George’s lashes had only increased my lust for her.
It was a couple of days after Barb’s first flogging. Apparently the warning punishment had had its effect, as I hadn’t heard any reports of problems. Sarah, after our little tryst the night of Barb’s whipping, had become bitchy again. Maybe it was that time of the month or maybe she was just mad at me for not letting her flog Barb more severely, but she was not in the mood for my attentions. So, after dinner, I strolled down to the slave quarters.
I knocked at the door of Barb and Pat’s cabin. Pat opened the door; behind her, I could see Barb, naked from the waist up, lying face down on her mattress. Apparently, Pat had been applying more salve to Barb’s wounds, even though they had largely healed. “Master Charles,” Pat said, her eyes on her feet, not daring to look at me.
“I just wanted to stop by and see how you ladies are getting along here,” I said, going through the doorway without waiting for an invitation. This was my plantation after all and I didn’t need one. Barb sat up and reached for her blouse. Her tits were absolutely ravishing. “No need to be formal with me dear. I like you just as you are now. And after all, I have seen you naked. Twice. But why don’t you come over and be friendly.”
Reluctantly, she stood. The cabin was tiny, so it only took two steps until she was standing next to me. “How do you like my plantation Barbara?”
“It’s fine, Master Charles,” she replied softly, looking down at her feet as her mother had.
“Yes it is,” I replied. “The finest in the whole county. I hope you appreciate your having ended up here and that we won’t have any more problems with you.”
“No, Master Charles, you won’t,” she said .
“That’s good, Barb, now why don’t you show your appreciation and give me a kiss.” I reached out my left hand, pulled her face into mine and kissed her hard on the mouth. At the same time, I stroked her succulent breasts with my right hand. My penis was now at full attention.
Hearing Pat’s feet moving towards the door, I broke the kiss. “Where are you going, Pat?”
“I suppose I should leave you two alone, Master Charles, shouldn’t I?”
“Not at all, Pat,” I replied. “Your daughter and I are going to have a little party and you are most welcome to join us. I’ve never done a mother and daughter together and I plan to fix that oversight right here and now.” I pulled a flask out of my pocket and took a big swig of whiskey, then passed it to Pat. “Let’s have us some fun, now.”
And fun was what I had. Screwing Barb was every bit as good as I had dreamed it would be when I first saw her. And Mom wasn’t bad at all either. I could imagine many more nights of pleasure, as long as Sarah didn’t try to spoil things.
Well, this is a classic case of 'just because you can doesn't mean you should'!
I do so hope Master Charles took precautions...
...oh
I do so hope Master Charles took precautions...
...oh
windar
Teller of Tales
Well, this is a classic case of 'just because you can doesn't mean you should'!
I do so hope Master Charles took precautions...
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A short digression-Years ago I lived briefly in Charlottesville, Virginia, home of Thomas Jefferson. Whenever family or friends came through, they of course wanted to see his home, Monticello, so we went there several times. They would always dance around the issue of slavery-they referred to them as "servants", as though they were Jeeves, the butler.
This was around the time when DNA testing was becoming commonplace and researchers wanted to evaluate the rumors about his dalliances with his slave, Sally Hemmings, which had long been rumored. Many of her descendants still live in the area and there are also descendants of Jefferson and his wife Martha. Testing confirmed that a Jefferson male was the father of Sally Hemming's children, though it was unable to say for sure that it was Thomas, rather than his brother.
I'm sure he would not be the only one. I expected demerits from Barb when she saw my reply
Well, this is a classic case of 'just because you can doesn't mean you should'!
I do so hope Master Charles took precautions...
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I'm sure he would not be the only one. I expected demerits from Barb when she saw my reply
All in good time, all in good time. 
Do I get more for what I just posted on 'Time Travel'???
Wow! Tree is really asking for it today! I better go see what he did to me this time.
6. Barb
I pushed him away after he kissed me hard on the mouth and roughly mashed and cupped my bare left breast with his hand. Totally revolted, I looked to Pat ... with questioning eyes ... as Master Charles spoke to her, saying “Your daughter and I are going to have a little party and you are most welcome to join us. I’ve never done a mother and daughter together and I plan to fix that oversight right here and now.”
I knew as soon as he had appeared at our cabin door with the sweet smell of whiskey on his breath that this was going to be trouble! Charles had been watching me closely every day since my whipping, watching with that unmistakably lustful look in his eye ... sometimes standing over me for the longest periods of time, ogling my every movement as I worked. It was obvious too that his wife, Sarah, noticed him doing it and didn't like it one bit.
But what could we do? He owned us and could do as he pleased with us in our little cabin. That was clear in the sign Mom gave me as she moved around behind me, sat down on the bed and removed her blouse. The message was unmistakable: the man is drunk and dangerous. Cooperate!
In a move so fast it caught me completely by surprise, he suddenly grabbed a fistful of my hair and snapped my head around, forcing me to look him square in his boozy bloodshot eyes. "Get down on your knees girl! Get down and suck my dick till I tell you to stop!"
I sank slowly to my knees, glanced quickly over my shoulder at Patricia, who was now reclining provocatively on the bed, wearing only her panties, and began fumbling with the front of his trousers.
"That's right ladies. Like I said, we're going to have ourselves a little party here," he slurred happily.
I opened his fly, and blanched when I saw the size of his hard penis. My sexual acquaintance with men until then had been extremely limited ... just some fumbling around with a few guys who worked on my father's farm, nothing memorable ... barely experienced. But one thing was certain. I had never seen one the size of Charles'. Made me wonder how ...
But before I could finish that thought, he pulled my head forward, my hair still held tightly in his fist, and thrusting out with his pelvis, pressed the tip of his engorged rigid member to my mouth.
"Open up and suck it Barb." he ordered. "Suck it hard, girlie!"
I looked up at him wide-eyed, but opened my mouth and let him in. He promptly rammed it to the back of my throat. I gagged. Then he began guiding my head back and forth with his left hand, while his free right hand reached down to tweak and roll my hard nipple between finger and thumb. After a while his eyes glazed as a rhythm was established ... in and out .... in and out ...
I thought he was going to cum and fill my mouth with his vile spunk, when suddenly he pulled free and ordered me up on the bed with Pat. I got up slowly, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, turned and stepped over to the bed. Pat slid over to make room for me.
Stopping to take a couple of swigs from his flask, he ordered Pat to strip her daughter naked and "prepare" her. I laid down on my back, tears in my eyes as my mother sat up, leaned over me, undid my skirt and drew it down the length of my legs and tossed it aside. Then she slid her fingers under the waistband of my panties and drew them down as I helpfully lifted my butt up off the mattress. For a brief second, the fabric clung to my labia. Then it was gone and I was totally naked.
I started to say something, but Pat pressed her finger to her lips to shush me. Then she slid her hand between my thighs, gently spreading them. Expertly, she began to stroke my pussy, sliding her finger along and between my lips, palming my mound ... probing and stroking, first with one finger, then with a second, then a third ... deeper and deeper as I gradually opened up, becoming all wet and slippery. I gasped with pleasure and turned my head from side to side, eyes closed.
I was snapped out of my little reverie when I felt the mattress shift under his weight. I opened my eyes. He was on the bed now, looming over me with his knees planted between my spread legs. Reaching out he grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the mattress above my head as Pat moved away, getting out of his way. He grinned at me wickedly as his head went down. He took my left nipple in his mouth, sucking it hard, flicking at it with his tongue inside his mouth. Then he did the same to my right before tugging on it with clenched teeth.
This was it! He released my nipple. I felt his knees sliding back and his hips thrusting forward, I raised my knees and opened my thighs wider to give him access. The tip of his boner pressed hard against my pussy, bent and slid off. A second later it was back again, this time forcing its way in.
I looked up desperately at Pat who caressed my cheek reassuringly with the back of her hand as Charles impaled me with one mighty thrust, and began to pump vigorously. My mounded breasts bounced around wildly as he pounded away at me for what seemed like an eternity.
It hurt. I had no choice but to allow it, but I was determined not to enjoy it. Like a common whore, I lay still under his thrusting, straining body ... waiting for him to finish ... listening to him grunt. And finish he finally did, roaring like a bull moose as he ejaculated.
He collapsed on top of me, crushing me under his weight, then rolled off, acting quite pleased with himself. He sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette and got out his flask and began jabbering to Pat about what a fantastic fuck her daughter was.
I crawled out of bed, and went over to the corner of the cabin furthest from the place of my humiliating degradation, sat on the floor and cried softly to myself.
He paid me no mind, his attention focused now on Pat. A little while later he fucked her too, riding her doggy style, with both hands pawing her dangling breasts.
I couldn't watch. I turned and rolled into a fetal ball on the floor. If this is what slaves must put up with because they are no more than property, I had had enough. We have to think more seriously about escape, I thought, as Master Charles bellowed his immense pleasure for the second time that night.
I pushed him away after he kissed me hard on the mouth and roughly mashed and cupped my bare left breast with his hand. Totally revolted, I looked to Pat ... with questioning eyes ... as Master Charles spoke to her, saying “Your daughter and I are going to have a little party and you are most welcome to join us. I’ve never done a mother and daughter together and I plan to fix that oversight right here and now.”
I knew as soon as he had appeared at our cabin door with the sweet smell of whiskey on his breath that this was going to be trouble! Charles had been watching me closely every day since my whipping, watching with that unmistakably lustful look in his eye ... sometimes standing over me for the longest periods of time, ogling my every movement as I worked. It was obvious too that his wife, Sarah, noticed him doing it and didn't like it one bit.
But what could we do? He owned us and could do as he pleased with us in our little cabin. That was clear in the sign Mom gave me as she moved around behind me, sat down on the bed and removed her blouse. The message was unmistakable: the man is drunk and dangerous. Cooperate!
In a move so fast it caught me completely by surprise, he suddenly grabbed a fistful of my hair and snapped my head around, forcing me to look him square in his boozy bloodshot eyes. "Get down on your knees girl! Get down and suck my dick till I tell you to stop!"
I sank slowly to my knees, glanced quickly over my shoulder at Patricia, who was now reclining provocatively on the bed, wearing only her panties, and began fumbling with the front of his trousers.
"That's right ladies. Like I said, we're going to have ourselves a little party here," he slurred happily.
I opened his fly, and blanched when I saw the size of his hard penis. My sexual acquaintance with men until then had been extremely limited ... just some fumbling around with a few guys who worked on my father's farm, nothing memorable ... barely experienced. But one thing was certain. I had never seen one the size of Charles'. Made me wonder how ...
But before I could finish that thought, he pulled my head forward, my hair still held tightly in his fist, and thrusting out with his pelvis, pressed the tip of his engorged rigid member to my mouth.
"Open up and suck it Barb." he ordered. "Suck it hard, girlie!"
I looked up at him wide-eyed, but opened my mouth and let him in. He promptly rammed it to the back of my throat. I gagged. Then he began guiding my head back and forth with his left hand, while his free right hand reached down to tweak and roll my hard nipple between finger and thumb. After a while his eyes glazed as a rhythm was established ... in and out .... in and out ...
I thought he was going to cum and fill my mouth with his vile spunk, when suddenly he pulled free and ordered me up on the bed with Pat. I got up slowly, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, turned and stepped over to the bed. Pat slid over to make room for me.
Stopping to take a couple of swigs from his flask, he ordered Pat to strip her daughter naked and "prepare" her. I laid down on my back, tears in my eyes as my mother sat up, leaned over me, undid my skirt and drew it down the length of my legs and tossed it aside. Then she slid her fingers under the waistband of my panties and drew them down as I helpfully lifted my butt up off the mattress. For a brief second, the fabric clung to my labia. Then it was gone and I was totally naked.
I started to say something, but Pat pressed her finger to her lips to shush me. Then she slid her hand between my thighs, gently spreading them. Expertly, she began to stroke my pussy, sliding her finger along and between my lips, palming my mound ... probing and stroking, first with one finger, then with a second, then a third ... deeper and deeper as I gradually opened up, becoming all wet and slippery. I gasped with pleasure and turned my head from side to side, eyes closed.
I was snapped out of my little reverie when I felt the mattress shift under his weight. I opened my eyes. He was on the bed now, looming over me with his knees planted between my spread legs. Reaching out he grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the mattress above my head as Pat moved away, getting out of his way. He grinned at me wickedly as his head went down. He took my left nipple in his mouth, sucking it hard, flicking at it with his tongue inside his mouth. Then he did the same to my right before tugging on it with clenched teeth.
This was it! He released my nipple. I felt his knees sliding back and his hips thrusting forward, I raised my knees and opened my thighs wider to give him access. The tip of his boner pressed hard against my pussy, bent and slid off. A second later it was back again, this time forcing its way in.
I looked up desperately at Pat who caressed my cheek reassuringly with the back of her hand as Charles impaled me with one mighty thrust, and began to pump vigorously. My mounded breasts bounced around wildly as he pounded away at me for what seemed like an eternity.
It hurt. I had no choice but to allow it, but I was determined not to enjoy it. Like a common whore, I lay still under his thrusting, straining body ... waiting for him to finish ... listening to him grunt. And finish he finally did, roaring like a bull moose as he ejaculated.
He collapsed on top of me, crushing me under his weight, then rolled off, acting quite pleased with himself. He sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette and got out his flask and began jabbering to Pat about what a fantastic fuck her daughter was.
I crawled out of bed, and went over to the corner of the cabin furthest from the place of my humiliating degradation, sat on the floor and cried softly to myself.
He paid me no mind, his attention focused now on Pat. A little while later he fucked her too, riding her doggy style, with both hands pawing her dangling breasts.
I couldn't watch. I turned and rolled into a fetal ball on the floor. If this is what slaves must put up with because they are no more than property, I had had enough. We have to think more seriously about escape, I thought, as Master Charles bellowed his immense pleasure for the second time that night.
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Oh, get used to it!!!
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
You mean you want to see Barb as a docile, good slave?
Where's the fun in that?
Do you think nails are cheaper than rope in this brave new world without bullets or electricity?