(Apologies in advance for my attempt at Sam Pratt's accent.)
Sam Pratt
One of the most obnoxious creatures ever to walk this planet must surely have been Sam Pratt, an overseer on the plantation. Middle aged, flabby and lacking in any form of personal hygiene. This morning he’d woken up with an even bigger erection than normal and decided not to waste it but to share it between some attractive, young ebony meat.
Elizabeth had complained many times to Isaac about Sam’s dirty little habits and the way he leered at her when Isaac wasn’t around, but whenever confronted Sam always sounded very remorseful and full of excuses and promises. For some reason Isaac always gave him a second chance, then another..and another.
Today Sam was going to pay Rebekah and her daughters a visit in their slave cabin. He'd flogged her husband, Toby to death only a year ago and very nearly lost his job over it. Sam was much worse the wear for drink at the time and just kept on swinging the whip like a man possessed. Toby was unconscious after the first thirty lashes. He twitched for two days afterwards and never saw the light of day again. Rebekah could easily have taken the whip from Sam and killed him. Back in her country she would wrestle with her older brothers and beat them every time. Snapping the neck of Pratt would have been easier than wringing the neck of a chicken. She ached to kill him whenever she saw him but the fear of what would happen to her daughters always prevented her from meting out her own justice. Escape was of course also much on her mind. Revenge then escape, but how? She’d heard of the underground railway but had never heard of any slave making it to a free state let alone Canada. Perhaps the sweet chariot never swung that low.
Samuel had come to an agreement with Isaac to repay the cost of a new slave in instalments but made up his mind to get that money back in "favours" from Rebekah and other females he fancied.. On the way to her log cabin Samuel decided what kind of favour he fancied today. He would order her daughters and herself to strip while he explained to Rebekah how she was going to use her lips and tongue on his already hard cock. Her cabin was just a few minutes walk from his and soon came into view. Her daughters, renamed as Bessy and Belinda by Isaac were busy in their little garden. It grew mainly whatever vegetables would grow in an overworked plot to help the family keep body and soul together. Rebekah had allowed her daughters a small border to grow a few flowers. Bess and her sister had finished weeding the vegetable patch and were tending to their much loved freesias and poppies. Bess loved the scent of the freesias. It reminded her of a far distant distant land that their mother referred to as home. They froze as they heard footsteps which they recognized only too well. As Samuel approached they stood to attention like little soldiers and bowed their heads. "Good morning massa Sam." they voiced in unison. "Good morning my little piccaninnies! ". Sam swung his riding crop across Belinda's behind. She winced. "Now get your little black asses inside that cabin. You got some education coming your way today."
Rebekah’s cabin was small but far superior to the general sleeping accommodation given to the majority of field hands. Isaac had given her one of the better cabins after Sam Pratt had killed her husband as token compensation to ease his guilt. The furniture was simple but fulfilled it’s purpose. The cooking facilities were better than in her old village and there was a wooden floor! Three osnaburg shifts were now dry and pressed ready for work in the morning. Today was Sunday, Chapel day and Rebekah had just finished tidying up when she heard the commotion outside but before she got to the door it flew open. Bellinda and Bessie almost fell inside followed by Pratt who slammed the door shut.
What in God’s name was he doing here on a Sunday morning? Whenever he wanted “favours” she always had some notice so she could make sure her daughters never saw what happened. Before she could speak Pratt grabbed her hair..”You’ll not be needin’ your Sunday best on this mornin’!...you won’t be needin’ anythin on at all!..now get naked and on your knees, my Uncle Reamus needs some o’your attention!” Pratt stripped and ordered Bessie to strip and kneel with her mother while he handed a riding crop to Belinda. “Now you lill’ piccaninnies watch careful now while your momma shows you how to please your massa Sam. You gonna learn more today than any preacher man can learn ya.” Sam thrust back and forth until Rebekah began to choke. Pratt pointed at the mortified Belinda and withdrew his cock. “Now give your momma’s ass a good few strokes with that crop, jus to gee her up.” At first Belinda refused. “DO IT Belinda..please!” Rebekah knew it would be much worse for all of them if they refused Sam Pratt.
After six lashes Pratt ordered Belinda to strip and join her sister on the floor. “Now don’t you be greedy momma! Share this juicy piece o’ white meat with your little sluts. You must take it in turns now.” Belinda, Rebekah, Bessie then back to Belinda. “See how your momma and massa Sam are teachin you real good now. I’ll make sure ya’ll get a fair share!” When Sam felt himself coming he gathered their heads around and made sure he squirted into each one.