MISSISSIPPI

[Aslin nee 8ball]

Here is a long original story I wrote a number of years ago about two sisters who had a life changing experience. I plan on adding a couple of new chapters each week. I hope that you all will enjoy it.

MISSISSIPPI

Chapter 1

Elizabeth Devereaux rose slowly from her chair and hugged her younger sister Ellen as their fathers will was read aloud by the clerk of the court, naming the beautiful young woman and her only sibling as sole heirs to their family’s estate. Only a formality, the reading of the will was still a reminder of the anguish the two young women had to bear in the past week after the untimely death and burial of their beloved father Manning Devereaux. Their father, the most prosperous plantation owner the Biloxi, Mississippi area had seen in many years, had died a tragic death when flung from an overturned buggy while making the effort to reach neighbors who were losing half their plantation to a raging fire. As Elizabeth and Ellen were receiving a congratulatory hug from the family’s long time lawyer Jedidiah Smith, the loud voice of judge Alexander Jeffries caused Elizabeth to stiffen.
“ Jedidiah, please come to my chambers immediately, something has been brought to my attention that you should be aware of. “ Elizabeth looked up and saw the judge heading to his chambers followed by her unscrupulous uncle Silas Devereaux, her fathers former accountant, Nester Belmont, and another well dressed gentleman that she did not recognize.

Mr Smith told the girls to wait in their chairs, he would return shortly. He was sure it was only a formality, after all the will had been already read. As the 18 year old beauty and her 17 year old sister took their seats they couldn’t help but make eye contact with 20 year old cousin Jacob and 19 year old cousin Aaron Devereaux, the loathsome offspring of uncle Silas. Their lecherous grins, something Elizabeth had seen before, sent a shiver down her spine. Her only living relatives, Silas and his two sons, had been banished from from her fathers plantation several years ago when Manning Devereaux had found that the three had beaten one of Silas’ male slaves half to death and repeatedly raped the slaves young wife. Elizabeth knew nothing good could be happening in the judges chambers and prayed that Mr Smith her lawyer would prevail. Her stomach turned as she noticed her illiterate cousins, whispering and pointing at the sisters, hardly able to conceal their excitement.

Meanwhile in the judges chambers the judge spoke “ Jedidiah, how long have you worked for the Manning Devereaux family ?” “ Nigh on to 15 years judge. Why do you ask?” The lawyer answered. “ So both Devereaux girls were born before you knew their father, is that correct?” Interjected Jonas Barlow the other well dressed man in the room and the lawyer for Silas Devereaux.
“ Yes” said Jed Smith “ both girls were toddlers and their mother had just died 2 months earlier and that’s when Manning asked me to write the will that was just read in court”

“Well Jedidiah, it seems you have been duped for all these years. It so happens that Nester Belmont here, a former employee of Manning, has produced birth documents for your two young clients that show that they are not the off spring of Manning and Amanda Devereaux but rather the offspring of Manning and an octroon slave woman named Jasmine. The truth is your clients ain’t white folk at all but rather two slave wenches that are part of the Devereaux estate. Seeing as Silas and his boys are the only surviving kin of Manning Devereaux, they will inherit all of his estate including his property and slaves. Seeing as it’s Friday, the transfer of the estate will take place Monday. I hope this gives you ample time to share all of the property records with Jonas here so that we can get every transferred to Silas on Monday morning, say 9am.” The judge emphatically stated.

Jedidiah Smith stood dumbfounded. He tried to speak but no words came forth. He had known Manning and his family well. Manning was an honest hard working man. Something had to be wrong. He knew that Lester had been caught stealing money from the family by Elizabeth and maybe he had fabricated the birth certificates as revenge. “ Those papers are fake judge, let’s you and I take a closer look” Jed Smith finally blurted out. “ Sorry Jed. The papers are authentic and contain all the necessary elements. I hope you have learned a valuable lesson here. Fortunately, Silas is willing to pay you a small fee for your services . You ain’t getting nothing from your slave wench clients. I want you to go home to your wife Abigail and don’t make any more fuss or you will have to answer to me. Just show up Monday morning with all the proper paperwork for the transfer of property. Now be off with you and not another word. The judge commanded. Jedidiah Smith reluctantly exited through the back door of the judges chambers and stepped into the dirt alleyway
Behind the courthouse.

Silas Devereaux rose from his chair exclaiming, “ It’s time I take charge of my two new slaves”. As he made his way to the courtroom door. “ Not so fast Silas” said the judge. “ You can’t take possession of your property until Monday morning. Those girls will have to spend the weekend in the county jail until your legal ownership is official. But by all means, let us break the news of their future to those pretty little wenches. I’ve kept up my part of the bargain and I hope that you will come through when the time comes Silas.”

To be continued.

 

[prtn]

Captivating start. From the first sentence I was hooked. Let's see where it takes us.

 

[Apostate]

Here is a long original story I wrote a number of years ago about two sisters who had a life changing experience. I plan on adding a couple of new chapters each week. I hope that you all will enjoy it.

MISSISSIPPI

Chapter 1

Elizabeth Devereaux rose slowly from her chair and hugged her younger sister Ellen as their fathers will was read aloud by the clerk of the court, naming the beautiful young woman and her only sibling as sole heirs to their family’s estate. Only a formality, the reading of the will was still a reminder of the anguish the two young women had to bear in the past week after the untimely death and burial of their beloved father Manning Devereaux. Their father, the most prosperous plantation owner the Biloxi, Mississippi area had seen in many years, had died a tragic death when flung from an overturned buggy while making the effort to reach neighbors who were losing half their plantation to a raging fire. As Elizabeth and Ellen were receiving a congratulatory hug from the family’s long time lawyer Jedidiah Smith, the loud voice of judge Alexander Jeffries caused Elizabeth to stiffen.
“ Jedidiah, please come to my chambers immediately, something has been brought to my attention that you should be aware of. “ Elizabeth looked up and saw the judge heading to his chambers followed by her unscrupulous uncle Silas Devereaux, her fathers former accountant, Nester Belmont, and another well dressed gentleman that she did not recognize.

Mr Smith told the girls to wait in their chairs, he would return shortly. He was sure it was only a formality, after all the will had been already read. As the 18 year old beauty and her 17 year old sister took their seats they couldn’t help but make eye contact with 20 year old cousin Jacob and 19 year old cousin Aaron Devereaux, the loathsome offspring of uncle Silas. Their lecherous grins, something Elizabeth had seen before, sent a shiver down her spine. Her only living relatives, Silas and his two sons, had been banished from from her fathers plantation several years ago when Manning Devereaux had found that the three had beaten one of Silas’ male slaves half to death and repeatedly raped the slaves young wife. Elizabeth knew nothing good could be happening in the judges chambers and prayed that Mr Smith her lawyer would prevail. Her stomach turned as she noticed her illiterate cousins, whispering and pointing at the sisters, hardly able to conceal their excitement.

Meanwhile in the judges chambers the judge spoke “ Jedidiah, how long have you worked for the Manning Devereaux family ?” “ Nigh on to 15 years judge. Why do you ask?” The lawyer answered. “ So both Devereaux girls were born before you knew their father, is that correct?” Interjected Jonas Barlow the other well dressed man in the room and the lawyer for Silas Devereaux.
“ Yes” said Jed Smith “ both girls were toddlers and their mother had just died 2 months earlier and that’s when Manning asked me to write the will that was just read in court”

“Well Jedidiah, it seems you have been duped for all these years. It so happens that Nester Belmont here, a former employee of Manning, has produced birth documents for your two young clients that show that they are not the off spring of Manning and Amanda Devereaux but rather the offspring of Manning and an octroon slave woman named Jasmine. The truth is your clients ain’t white folk at all but rather two slave wenches that are part of the Devereaux estate. Seeing as Silas and his boys are the only surviving kin of Manning Devereaux, they will inherit all of his estate including his property and slaves. Seeing as it’s Friday, the transfer of the estate will take place Monday. I hope this gives you ample time to share all of the property records with Jonas here so that we can get every transferred to Silas on Monday morning, say 9am.” The judge emphatically stated.

Jedidiah Smith stood dumbfounded. He tried to speak but no words came forth. He had known Manning and his family well. Manning was an honest hard working man. Something had to be wrong. He knew that Lester had been caught stealing money from the family by Elizabeth and maybe he had fabricated the birth certificates as revenge. “ Those papers are fake judge, let’s you and I take a closer look” Jed Smith finally blurted out. “ Sorry Jed. The papers are authentic and contain all the necessary elements. I hope you have learned a valuable lesson here. Fortunately, Silas is willing to pay you a small fee for your services . You ain’t getting nothing from your slave wench clients. I want you to go home to your wife Abigail and don’t make any more fuss or you will have to answer to me. Just show up Monday morning with all the proper paperwork for the transfer of property. Now be off with you and not another word. The judge commanded. Jedidiah Smith reluctantly exited through the back door of the judges chambers and stepped into the dirt alleyway
Behind the courthouse.

Silas Devereaux rose from his chair exclaiming, “ It’s time I take charge of my two new slaves”. As he made his way to the courtroom door. “ Not so fast Silas” said the judge. “ You can’t take possession of your property until Monday morning. Those girls will have to spend the weekend in the county jail until your legal ownership is official. But by all means, let us break the news of their future to those pretty little wenches. I’ve kept up my part of the bargain and I hope that you will come through when the time comes Silas.”

To be continued.

@ Aslin nee 8ball, couple of things.

A book I’ve read springs unbidden to mind.



Sally Miller rates a Wikipedia page, and her antebellum story has a happy ending.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sally_Miller

 

[Apostate]

Family stories also came to mind. I’m a direct descendant of this dude.



Google that photo and you’ll get another Wikipedia page

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Willis_Brewer

He’s been dead since 1912, but back in the 60s I had elderly living relatives who told us kids stories about him steeped in scandal, chief among them him leaving the bulk of his enormous estate not to his family but to his mulatto mistress.

And I really wish I had a picture of her.

Sidebar: I visited his tomb (the Colonel was RICH) in the early 80s and it was in a sorry, overgrown state. No longer.

 

[Aslin nee 8ball]

Is it art imitates life or the other way around?

 

[Aslin nee 8ball]

MISSISSIPPI Chapter 2

Elizabeth knew something was terribly wrong when she heard the door to judges chambers open but only saw her uncle Silas, the well dressed man, Mr Belmont and the judge re-enter the courtroom. “ Where is mr Smith? She asked anxiously, “ Where are the papers to sign? What’s going on here? My sister and I want to return to our home.”

“ Quiet wench” roared Silas Devereaux. “ You and that little sister of yours best keep your mouths shut if you know what’s good for you. I’m afraid you ain’t calling the shots anymore. I am now the rightful owner of my brothers plantation and the master to you two sniveling brats.” Elizabeth could t hold back her anger,“ You pitiful excuse for a man, I don’t know what you and your heinous friends have concocted here but it’s not going to work. Y father told me of how cunning and deceitful you can be uncle but I never thought you would try something like this. Mr Belmont has proven to be nothing but a thief and judge Jeffries and this man who masquerades as your lawyer must be crooked as the day is long. The plantation is legally ours, it said so in the will my father left. Ellen and I are leaving this den of thieves and will find someone who will provide us with proper justice.”

“ Stay put woman” yelled judge Jeffries. Mr Belmont has produced papers that you and your sister are nothing more than the offspring of your father and his negro bed warmer. That makes you two light skinned slave wenches and legally slave wenches have no rights other than those granted by their owners.
It is unlawful for a slave to raise her voice in defiance against any white man especially an elected official of the court. If it is justice you truly seek, I will see to it that it is painfully dispensed in such a manner that you will long remember
It.” Ellen cried out “ Its a lie. Our father would never do such a thing. Tell these awful men Elizabeth, make them understand Please!!!

“Bailiff”, yelled the judge, “ Take these two deceitful bitches to the slave section of the county jail. Put them in separate cells until Monday morning when they can be turned over to their rightful owners, Silas Devereaux and his two sons, but not before I pass judgement on this wench with the vile tongue”
As he glared at Elizabeth Devereaux. Her fancy clothes did nothing to hide the curvaceous charms of that young body. He thought how he would enjoy seeing her naked body writhing and screaming at the whipping post, paying for her insolence. Elizabeth and Ellen were grabbed roughly by the bailiff and escorted from the courtroom to the county jail where they were shackled in chains and tossed into separate small filthy cells at the back of the county jail. Their cries for help were unanswered and they sobbed feebly until eventually they were quiet. Their pampered life they had once known had come to a sudden end. They had no idea what the future would bring, fortunately for if they had known they would have been terrified and sickened by what lay in store for them. After two days of solitary confinement with little food and water the two beauties slept a fitful night awaiting Monday mornings court appearance.

As they stood in shackles before the courthouse bench, Elizabeth tried to put up a brave front for her younger sister but the fear of what was to come was eating away at her. It only took a few minutes before the door to the judges chambers opened and the judge, uncle Silas, and both lawyers entered the courtroom. Jedidiah Smith shook hands with all the others and slowly walked from the courtroom shamefully looking at the floor and making no eye contact with his former clients. Elizabeth watched the only hope the she and her sister had, slink out of the courthouse. The sharp sound of the judges gavel caused her to shift her attention back to the bench. “ The district court of Biloxi, is now in order.” Shouted the bailiff. “ the honorable judge Alexander Jeffries presiding.” The judge lifted his head and looked the defendants in the eyes.
“ It is the finding of this court that all the land and property formerly owned by Manning Devereaux shall e transferred, due to his death, to his only remaining heirs, Silas Devereaux and his family. This includes two slave women who
Were formally named Elizabeth and Ellen Devereaux. This transfer takes place immediately but not before I pass sentence on the former Elizabeth Devereaux for her insolence and insubordination on this Friday past. I have a good mind to have you flogged within an inch of your life but your new owner pleaded leniency for you and I granted his request. I will stay your flogging because of your young age but I will punish you as I would any impertinent child. You will receive 25 strokes of the leather strap on your bare bottom in full view of the public in the courthouse square.

Elizabeth could not hold back her anger and began to curse her uncle Silas and his cronies. The judge raised her punishment allotment of strokes to 30. She continued her tirade and the judge shouted with impatience. “ Forty strokes and you’ll be naked. Another word and your sister will receive the same”. The young woman bit her tongue, not wanting to subject her sweet sister to any punishment. “ Bailiff, is everything ready. Let the sentence be administered immediately. Have the town folk arrived.” The bailiff answered
“ All is ready” as he grasped the two sisters by the elbow and escorted them outside into the bright sunlight of the courthouse square.
To be continued.

 

[Aslin nee 8ball]

MISSISSIPPI. Chapter 3

Much to the surprise of Elizabeth Devereaux, the courthouse square was filled with what seemed like hundreds of town folk. Surely they were there to vindicate her and her sister. There to make the judge understand what a terrible mistake was being made. But the looks in the eyes of the town folk showed just the opposite. People she knew, friends she had socialized with, showed no sympathy at all. All the women folk cast her and her sobbing sister, Ellen with angry, scornful looks. The men had nothing but lust in their eyes, waiting to see this false debutante naked and screaming. Silas Devereaux walked directly in front of the eldest dark haired sister and as his right hand reached upward to the collar of her soiled dress, he addressed the crowd.
“ These here wenches been masquerading as a free white woman for the past eighteen years. In truth they are nothing more than slaves, not the children of my brother Manning and his wife Olivia but the off spring of their daddy and a lowly slave wench. I do believe it’s time for some reckoning don’t you?” The crowd became animated “ Learn em a good lesson Silas” “ Touch em up with the blacksnake” “ See how uppity she looks. See if she’s still that way after a good whuppin’”.

Silas smiled and enjoyed his newfound status, as a plantation owner, and a man of influence and power. Everything was going as planned. He and his boys were richer than they ever could have imagined and the two beautiful daughters of his smug brother Manning were going to make them even richer. But now he thought, its time to provide the crowd with some entertainment and to teach his two uppity nieces the first valuable lesson in humility. “ Before this slave receives her punishment I want her to lose all the ties to her former life and know her place as a slave with no possessions other than what my sons and I provide for her. Here forth her sister will answer to “Ellie and she will answer to the slave name “Lizzie.” With that he yanked downward with all his strength, shredding her dress and baring her body to the waist. Her well developed, upturned breast’s were suddenly available for all to see. A loud murmur arose from the crowd, the women blushing and the men fighting to position themselves for a better look at her beautiful breasts.Never had they looked upon a slave with a white woman’s body. This truly was a day that all would remember.

Silas stepped back, taking in the perfection of the blushing girl’s breasts and ordered his sons “Jacob and Aaron finish peeling this wench naked.” The two boys rushed to do their fathers bidding. Jacob grabbed Litzy from behind in a huge bear hug and tilted her backwards, lifting her kicking feet off the ground. Aaron grabbed ahold of the hem of her dress and tugged the torn dress over her feet exposing her undergarments. Kicking and screeching, much to the delete of the crowd, with her arms pinned to her sides, Lizzie couldn’t stop the boys from stripping the rest of her clothing. Her hose and shoes soon followed and the poor girl blushed as she found herself completely naked. You could hear a pin drop as the men in the crowd inhaled as they took in a sight that they never thought they could ever see. A beautiful young woman, completely naked, displayed before them. They marveled at her unblemished skin, her proud young breasts with pointed dark nipples, the narrow waist, the seductive roundness of her hips, well rounded buttocks and long shapely legs.

Jacob grabbed a handful of hair, lifted her on her toes and slowly turned her in a circle so that all could get a good look at her ample charms.Elizabeth closed her eyes, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone in the crowd. Jacob and Aaron each took an arm and led her over to a hitching post and bent her over the cross timber which was slightly higher than her waist. A wooden peg had been hammered into the ground beneath the hitching post and after the woman’s ankles were tied together, they were tightly secured to the stake.
As Elizabeth was bent over the cross timber, a length of rope was looped around her wrists, pulled tight and secured to another peg that had hammed into the ground about ten feet in front of the hitching post. Her body was stretched such that all her muscles were taught. Many in the crowd were amused y her position, her body forming an inverted V with her well rounded soft bottom sticking straight up in the air. Perfect for administration of the strap.
Some of the men in the crowd began inching closer to study her beautiful body. This opportunity may never present itself again. They admired her shapely curves, her upturned bottom, and the beautiful breasts that hung heavily below her and jiggled with a life of their own as she struggled with the uncomfortable position she was forced to bear. The women also inched closer,but not for the same reason as the menfolk. They wanted to look the young woman in the eye to further shame her. They too had been duped by this woman and her sister. They wanted the Devereaux girl to suffer greatly for her transgressions.

I the meantime, Jacob and Aaron had grabbed a sobbing Ellen Devereaux and stripped her naked as she defensively accepted her fate. Her breasts were just beginning to advance to the fullness of womanhood, conical in shape with puffy pointed nipples. Her hips and waist were still somewhat boyishand herlegs long and slender. Her thighs and bottom were beginning to show the roundness of womanhood.Jacob grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and marched her to a tree in front of her sister. Soon she was bound with her hands behind her facing the hitching post that secured her sister.Ellens pert breasts and pubic area were in full view of all who wished a look. Aaron leaned over as he tied her wrists. “ You and your bitch sister always thought you were too good for us, never paying us no attention. Now the tables appear to be turned, but don’t fret none, Pa, Jacob, and me plan to be paying plenty of attention to you two. You and Lizzie is prime poke meat and we aim to see you two get poked plenty.”
Ellie turned her face away wanting to vomit. “ You best warm up better than that to me or you’ll force my into warming you up like the kind your slut sister is about to get.”

Judge Jeffries strode out of the courtroom with his judicial robes flowing behind him. He was somewhat surprised by the undressed state of the two sister but had to admit that it was prime woman flesh displayed in the courtyard. He cleared his throat to get the attention of all assembled and pointed to the bound woman at the whipping post. “ This here slave wench chosen to show her uppity side to herbetters and is now going to pay the price for her impertinence. Constable Morton please administer 40 strokes to this impertinent bitches bottom. Do not hold back man for she needs to be shown the error of her ways and provide a fitting example for her younger sibling. Commence the punishment at this time.

With that a tall well muscled man in his early twenties strode forward to stand in front of the tethered beauty. From his hand dangled a thick 2 inch wideleather strap about 36 inches long with a short handle that he gripped tightly as he snapped the supple leather several times in the air making it crack loudly. He winked at the victim and as they made eye contact a look of recognition came across the bound beauties face. She realized the look in his eye was not one of pity or duty but one of sadistic revenge. Elizabeth mad spurned his advances and ridiculed his kind with her friends at one of the church dances.she knew him as an unkind man and could sense now that Constable Mortonwas one who enjoyed inflicting pain and was relishing his opportunity for revenge. He moved behind her and positioned himself several feet off to her left. He lifted his head and looked upon Ellen tied naked to the tree in front of her sister. “ Ellie girl now I want you to count out the strokes nice and loud for everyone to hear. If’n you don’t say the number nice and loud then after your sister gets hers, I’ll have you tied right next to her and give you the same. You and your sister had some book learning so make sure you count right cause if’n you make a mistake we start all over again with number one.” Elizabeth’s eyes looked to Ellen pleading wordlessly for her sister to to obey. Cal Morton dangled the strap over the naked girl’s bottom, watching her stiffen as it traced its way softly across her buttocks. He couldn’t wait to hear her scream, to hear her beg for mercy. He knew how to draw out the punishment for maximum suffering of the victim and the pleasure of the crowd. He slowing drew back his arm, rose upon his toes, and brought down his arm with all the force he could muster.
( to be continued)

 

[Jollyrei]

@ Aslin nee 8ball, couple of things.

A book I’ve read springs unbidden to mind.

View attachment 1399357

Sally Miller rates a Wikipedia page, and her antebellum story has a happy ending.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sally_Miller

That is a fascinating story. The lengths that the planters went to to "prove" that an obviously German immigrant woman was part black and so could be a slave is astonishing.

 

[Aslin nee 8ball]

MISSISSIPPI Chapter 4

Elizabeth promised herself that she would be strong for her sister and not cry out or beg these awful men for leniency but when the strap snapped across the top of both cheeks and curled around her right hip, she had all she could do to hold back a scream. Biting her lip so hard that she drew blood, she threw her head back violently trying to fight the searing pain in her backside. The tender flesh was virgin to any type of pain as she and Ellen had never even been subjected to a spanking by their parents much less a brutal beating such as this. Ellen could only whisper out a feeble one, which brought her a hard slap to the face from Jacob Devereaux. “ Loud enough for everyone to hear, slave!” One, the pinioned young woman managed to blurt out louder this time. As everyone’s attention was once again shifted back to Elizabeth, a second blow was already descending toward its target, the juncture where the back of her thighs met her buttocks. When the cruel leather strap impacted this tender area, Elizabeth bucked against the railing beneath her, shaking her head from side to side, her mouth agape but no sound yet coming from it. Ellen having learned her lesson counted out as she was bidden. The young constable struck quickly with another harsh blow, striking her across the tops of her hips,drawing forth a strangled moan. With the sixth stroke the strap began contacting flesh that had already been abused by previous strokes and Elizabeth cried out with what would be the first of many screams.

Ellen began to shout out the count of her sisters strapping to try to drown out Elizabeth’s screams. By the twelfth blow Elizabeth’s hair came free of its stays and began flying back and forth as the poor woman shook her head like a fish quivering at the end of a fishing line. Her body bobbed up and down as she tugged at her tethered wrists trying to break free from the pain that consumed her. The men in the crowd were enthralled by the seductive movements of her body, every muscle straining and bulging as her perfect young breasts swayed and bobbed beneath her. Secretly, the men dreamed of what it would be like to bed this fine bodied almost white slave.The womenfolk also seemed to be pleased by her suffering as her screams began to increase in volume. How dare this imposter try to ply her way into white society. Let her long remember her suffering and let it be a value lessen to her and her young sister.

Half way through the beating, Constable Morton stepped forward to offer his victim a sip of water, “ Drink up girl, you have many more blows and many more screams to offer the crowd.” he whispered. “ How am I doing. Are my blows sufficiently painful. I would hate to cheat you my dear. Not so uppity now are you little bitch. Too good to dance with the likes of me. Now just a lowly slave, naked for all to gaze upon with your cries of pain so
entertaining. We shall meet again some day I’m sure, and maybe this bond we have developed can be rekindled.” Elizabeth turned her head and tried to spit in his face but her mouth was so dry she was unable to do so. The constable stood and addressed the crowd “ Still some starch left in this little philly. Do her screams entertain you?” Yes!!! the crowd yelled out. “Then I will double my efforts to ensure her a proper chastisement.” He chuckled as he took his place to her right this time. The 21st blow was a backhanded blow that struck dead center across her already red and welted backside. The strap coming from the opposite direction was striking flesh that already had nerving endings afire. The pain continued to exponentially increase as each backhanded blow snapped across her upturned bottom. Her screams became more throaty as her vocal cords began to give out. Her body became less animated and the sound of her screams became more animal-like as the beating continued. The poor woman was just whimpering as the final few blows attacked her sweat soaked body. With a cruel look in his eye, the constable made his last lash the most vicious. He sent the cruel leather hurdling to strike the tender flesh of her knee hollows, causing her eyes to bug out and an animal like wail escaped her lips just before she fainted into unconsciousness.

The crowd congratulated the constable for his efforts and began to disperse as the sobbing Ellie was untied from the tree and a rough sacklike dress was forced over her head to cover her nakedness. A bucket of cold water was thrown over Lizzie, reviving her to her world of pain. She babbled and sputtered as she was released from her bonds and was stood upright to come face to face with Judge Jeffries who said, “ I hope young woman that this lesson has been well taken. For you and I may meet again and I hope for your sake at that time I am shown appreciation for my leniency.” The save girl thought it best not to raise her head to look him in the eye and though she did not understand what his words meant, she knew it was best for her and her sister not to provoke the judge again. She was ordered to raise her arms so that the coarse shift could be dropped over her to cover her nakedness. The coarse material scratched and irritated her welted bottom. The Devereaux boys roughly tied the young girl’s hands in front of their bodies, and grippingly lifted their two new slaves into the back of a buckboard. Jacob climbed into the front of the wagon next to his father. Aaron climbed upon his horse and followed the wagon as it made its way out of town headed for the Devereaux Plantation.
( to be continued)

 

[The Beast]

Wow Aslin. Really good that you've returned to present us your stories. I hope sisters will suffer more in learning to hard work as slaves in their previous property.

 

[Aslin nee 8ball]

Thank you Beast. You just may be correct about the sisters correction.

 

[Aslin nee 8ball]

MISSISSIPPI chapter 5

About 45 minutes into the two hour ride, the wagon pulled off the road into a thicket of trees with a little stream running through the middle. The three Devereaux men slowly slaked their thirst from the stream and Silas, sitting on a low stump wiped his mouth with his cuff and lecherously eyed Elizabeth still bound next to her sister in the back of the wagon. “Aaron boy, fetch that Lizzie girl here. I’m sure her throat is pretty sore from all the squealing and begging she did during her strapping. I know just the thing to sooth that pretty little throat. Lizzie was led from the wagon, thinking how good the cool water would feel on her parched throat. Instead she was led to stand directly in front of the seated uncle Silas and soon found Aaron’s hands on her shoulders and before she could utter a word of protest he forced her down to her knees.

Her eyes grew wide as she watched Silas reach down to untie his britches and let them fall about his boots, exposing his already erect penis. “ Lizzie girl this a good chance for you to soothe that throat of yours. Just take my pecker into your sweet mouth and lick it all over with your hot little tongue and commence to sucking on it until I shoot my load. I want you to swallow every drop because it will be a good salve for your throat. If you let any spill out or try to bite me, your little sister will be beaten within an inch of her life and sold off quick so that you will never see her again. Now go to it wench and be quick about it. I’m fair to bursting.” Aaron and Jacob yanked the rough shift over her head, leaving her naked, and pushed her face toward their fathers crotch.

Elizabeth never would have thought that such a thing was done and surely not that she could be forced to do it. But for Ellen’s sake she loathingly took her uncles swollen rod into her bound hands and bent her head to begin licking the hideous appendage. Silas reached down with both hands to grasp her tender nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and yanked her body closer. Elizabeth yelped in pain and as she did so his swollen member slid deeper into her mouth causing the old man to sigh in ecstasy, barely able to prevent himself from ejaculating. However he did hold back and teasingly urged her on. “ Suck hard you little vixen. You been waiting all your life to do this. You and your sister are nothing but little slave whores. Now show her how to properly service a man. Keep sucking and moving that pretty little head of yours or I might just have to pinch your little tittie buds right off.” As he viciously pinched each nipple.

Ellen Devereaux shivered in fear as she watched the awful scene play out before her. Cowering in fear in the back of the wagon, she wanted to yell out in anger at these vile men but she could not make her mouth work. Nor could she turn her eyes away from her sister and uncle. Elizabeth’s head continued to move back and forth on the old man’s rod, coaxed on by his painful grasp on her disheveled black hair. For what seemed like an eternity she put forth her best effort just wanting this terrible ordeal to end. In reality it was No more than ten minutes before uncle Silas moaned loudly and pulled her face deep into his groin, his penis spasming, shooting his seed deep into her aching throat. Elizabeth had all she could do to keep from choking on the thick salty substance that had exploded into the back of her throat. Silas let loose her head as he relaxed and pulled back from her mouth. A little dribble escaped down her chin but she quickly reached up with her bound hands and wiped it back into her mouth. She fought back the urge to vomit as she grudgingly swallowed all of it.

Silas reached out to grasp her chin and tilted her head up so they locked eyes. “ You did well my little slave whore but I can tell by that spiteful look that you still don’t know your place. Jacob get your ass over here, this here wench can’t get enough Devereaux pecker meat. Shuck your trousers off boy, her silky sweet lips are hankering for another suck.” Jacob took his place on the stump just vacated by his father and in his eagerness was fumbling with the drawstring holding up his trousers. Elizabeth tried to rise to her feet to get away but Silas Deveteaux’s boot quickly kicked out to catch her square on her bruised and beaten bottom sending her sprawling into Jacob’s lap.

Jacob grabbed a handful of her dark hair and pulled her face toward his long and relatively thin penis. “ come on cousin, suck it till you empty it. Not such a high roller now, are you. Well roll your lips around this .” As he forced his erect penis into her mouth . Suddenly Elizabeth felt a burning pain across her shoulder blades. Jacob moaned and then said “ Keep hitting her pa, it feels so good when she yelps.”
Silas Devereaux stood behind the girl with a springy switch he had found nearby. He hit her hard mid back and chuckled when he heard her muffled yelp. Two more strokes, two more yelps, and Jacob could no longer hold back. He moaned loudly as he ejaculated in the girls throat causing his father to chastise him for not being able to “ hold his water”. As both his younger brother and pa laughed at him, Jacob pulled away from the girl and cuffed her across the head. “ You’ll pay for this you bitch. You just wait and see.”

Elizabeth looked up at Silas pleading to go back to the wagon. He just smiled and said “ Aaron boy heyt your ass over here. This little deceiver still has an uppity look in her eyes. She’ll need a little more persuading.” Aaron stumbled as he simultaneously pulled down his britches and made his way to the stump. “ Looks like the tables are turned now you whore. You always looked down at me. Your snooty little nose stuck up in the air. Well now I’m looking down at you. Pa you make sure she works real hard pleasing me.”
With that Silas again slashed out with the switch, crossing welts from previous blows.
The pain unbearable, Elizabeth opened her mouth to scream and as she did Aaron grabbed her by the ears and forced her open mouth forward, enveloping his short but thick rod. The blows from the switch kept falling and the wriggling young woman earnestly played her mouth to the matter at hand. Aaron held off a lot longer than his older brother, accumulating a large number of painful strokes for the slave Ellie, until he could no longer hold back and emptied his load all over her face and hair as he pulled out just in the nick of time. With his cum burning her eyes and running down her face, the young woman shrieked and exhausted and beaten, dropped to the ground. As she lay there writhing and moaning, Aaron spat at her “ Not so high and mighty now, are you. This was so much fun cousin, we just might have to do this on a regular basis.” Silas and the boys let her lay there for a few minutes before the boys picked her up threw her back into the buckboard.

The rest of the journey was hot and uncomfortable. Ellen wouldn’t even look at her sister who lay next to her moaning. The thought of what happened made her feel brazen and cheap even though she had been spared. Ellen had never seen a naked man before, only naked slave children on the plantation. She had dreamed of finding a man to love her and care for her. How could Elizabeth do such a disgusting thing. Ellen couldn’t keep her eyes off the three men and her sister during Elizabeth’s ordeal. Was this their lot for the rest of their lives. She shuddered to think such thoughts. A lecherous wink from the younger brother assured her that the plans for sweet little Ellie were soon to commence. Surely when they got back to the plantation things would be sorted out and these vile men would pay for their sins. Silas stopped the wagon about a half mile from the plantation gates and bade his sons to take the wagon ahead and alert the plantation overseer to assemble the slaves and have a hot brazier at the ready. Karl Darth the overseer and his crew of men had been at the plantation since the past Friday even though the plantation had not been officially declared the property of Silas and his sons. Karl was a men and spiteful man who was already enjoying the job of bullying the slaves of the plantation and “learning them the rules” of the new owners. The slave had always been treated kindly by Manning Devereaux and his daughter. The slaves huddled together in fear, hoping that when mistress Elizabeth and mistress Ellen returned from Biloxi and cleared up this misunderstanding.

Silas ordered the young slaves to get down from the wagon and stand near his horse. He took a length of rope from the saddle and ties the two cut ends to the tied wrists of the sisters, after letting out a good length of rope he wrapped the middle of the rope around the pommel of his saddle. “ You two ladies are about to make a not so triumphant return to your old home. He casually drawled, “ The sight of their two beloved mistresses returning home at the end of rope will take any rebellious spirit from their slave bodies. We gonna show them that you are nuthin but lowly slaves just like them. Ain’t nobody gonna help you. The only ones that can help are me and my boys. You two bitches do what you are told and be nice to us menfolk and maybe we go easier on you. You get ornery and there will be hell to pay. Let’s get moving. We don’t want to keep the welcoming committee waiting.” With that he urged the horse forward taking up the slack in the ropes and propelling the two beauties into a steady jog behind the moving horse. The women stumbled as their bare feet fought to keep their balance over the clumps of grass and the indentations left in the dirt from horses hooves and wagon wheels. With their arms stretched out before them the dust from the trail filled their nostrils and eyes making it difficult to breath or see. Ellen fell once and was dragged for a short distance but soon regained her footing. By the time they neared the gates of the plantation both girls were exhausted, their feet bleeding and their bodies caked with dust.
( to be continued after the holidays)

 

[Mr Slap Happy]

and have a hot brazier at the ready

Me thinks the girls are due a branding, and suddenly the holidays are going to drag…

 

[Aslin nee 8ball]

MISSISSIPPI Chapter 6

All the slaves were assembled in the open area in front of the slave quarters. Serious threats as to what would happen if anyone uttered a sound were made to those standing and waiting. Hope for a return to their former life under Manning Devereaux ran rampant through the assembled group. Within several moments, in spite of the threats, a collective moan spread through the crowd of slaves as the Devereaux sisters came into view stumbling behind the horse of the plantations new master, Silas Devereaux. The boys and the overseer stood at the ready as Silas gave a viscous jerk to the rope sending the two sisters tumbling face first into the dirt in front of the gathering. “ Stay down there on your knees you two bitches.” He yelled as he addressed the group of slaves.
“ Look before you at your new master Silas Devereaux, because of my brothers passing, I now own this property as well as each of you. All the old rules have changed and I am the new authority on this plantation. Obey me and my boys at all times or you shall pay dear for it. Disobey and you will become better acquainted with head overseer Karl and the kind of pain only he can deliver. “ As Karl smiled sadistically Silas continued gesturing to the two girls kneeling in the dirt, “ Look upon my two new slave wenches Lizzy and Ellie. They have masqueraded as white women for many years but in truth are nothing more than deceitful little slave whores that been living a lie. Overseer Karl, prepare these two to be marked as property of this here plantation.”

Following the owners instructions, the overseer lifted each girl by the elbow and pushed them into the the center of the opening. Handing the struggling girls to the two sons, he made his way into the nearby blacksmiths barn and returned carrying a small brazier of red hot coals with a wooden handled iron sticking out. Elizabeth and Ellen screamed and struggled to get away from the boys that held them but the young men’s strength was more than they could overcome. Karl ordered one of other male overseers to grasp the younger girl Ellen’s arm and turn it upright as he lifted the branding iron front the hot coals.
Ellen and her older system both screamed out in unison begging for mercy. But no mercy ways to come. Karl brought the red hot iron down onto the tender skin of the young girl’s forearm. Ellen screamed and her body convulsed as Karl held the brand against her flesh, her skin sizzled and smoked. Mercifully Ellen lost consciousness and was dragged away. Karl tightly grabbed the struggling and kicking Elizabeth by the throat cutting off a scream of anguish for her sister.
With one hand the big man led Elizabeth to the brazier. She pleaded for mercy but none was to be found in the eyes of the brutal overseer or her cruel master. The same overseer who held her sisters arm, took a hold of her arm and held it firmly as Karl hovered the reheated iron just above her forearm. Elizabeth could feel the intense heat and screamed long before Karl firmly pressed the iron to the soft skin of the girl. Karl held the hot iron against the beautiful skin for just a few seconds longer than normal, sizzling the scripted SD deep into her flesh. Unlike her sister, she remained conscious as her screams and writhing lessened to loud moans as she held her damaged arm against her body.

Silas declared “ You see, Lizzie and Ellie are now marked as property of the new Devereaux plantation and no better than the rest of you slaves. However if any of you slave bucks get any ideas about bedding these two bitches, forget it. I will kill anyone who touches these two without my permission. Overseers mark the rest of these lazy ass slaves so they know who they belong to and then set everybody to work because three weeks from Sunday we will be entertaining guests in our new home. I expect you all to work from dawn to dusk in preparation for this gathering. If we catch you reverting back to your lazy ass ways, that worked with your last owner, you will rue the day that you were born. Overseer Karl has much practice with the blacksnake and his whipping hand is always at the ready. The slaves received their new brand without incident and were led in many directions to begin their tasks. Meanwhile Silas pulled his two sons near and put his arm around the shoulder of each as they walked slowly toward the entrance of the big house before he turned and ordered. “ Bring those two slave wenches to the empty room off the kitchen. Let them rest before nightfall and prepare them for a busy nights work. I believe my boys and I will be in a pestering mood tonight. Get the house staff assembled and begin work on preparation for the upcoming party.

Elizabeth and Ellen were unceremoniously dropped onto straw mattresses on the floor of small room adjacent to the kitchen. They both regained consciousness soon after being locked in the room and had no idea what was in store for the that evening. They hugged and wiped away the tears before they fell away into a deep sleep from exhaustion. It was a short respite for the duo as in a matter of hours their terrible ordeal would once again lead them into the depths of depravity. At about 8 o’clock as Silas and his sons sat down to a glutinous meal and a few too many drinks, the two sisters were awakened by a sturdily built middle aged white woman. The woman, Gurda, the wife of overseer Karl had been in the employ of Silas Devereaux for many years running his meager household. Now however she felt a new sense of purpose with the large house and many slave servants she had to oversee. She shook the girls awake and took them to a large tub in the corner of the kitchen. The girls were apprehensive to strip in front of the kitchen staff but the firm hand of Gurda urged them on. Even she as a free white woman knew that displeasing the masters by making them wait was a poor choice. She scrubbed the beauties with a stiff brush until their skin shown pink taking care to avoid the raw brands and Lizzie’s welted back and bottom from the days ordeal.

Elizabeth felt the dirt being scrubbed from her body but the filth of what Silas and his sons had done to her could not be washed away so easily. Avoiding the eyes of the kitchen staff the sisters were led back to their small room where the big German woman gently braided their hair into pigtails that fell halfway down their backs. Gurda produced two fancy embroidered shifts and had the girls slither into them. She ordered Ellie to lay and get some rest untill Gurda returned for her. With that Gurda took Lizzie by the hand and led the dark haired beauty from the room, up the fancy staircase that Elizabeth knew so well that led to the upper floor sleeping chambers. Elizabeth trembled as she was led directly to the bedroom that had once belonged to her father and mother in a not so distant past. She held her breath as Gurda knocked on the chamber door.
( to be continued)

 

[Aslin nee 8ball]

MISSISSIPPI. Part 7

“Hurry up and get that pretty little hussy in here. I’m in a pestering mood and I been waiting too long for this” Silas yelled thru the door. As Gurda led Elizabeth through the door, the girl could see her uncle sitting at the end of her fathers big bed wearing nothing but a robe. “Gurda, you leave us now. Me and Lizzy girl have some business to attend to. You go get that sweet sister of hers and take her to my boys, they are expecting her.” With her instructions Gurda left the room and left Elizabeth standing before her new master. “No not Ellen” exclaimed the young woman, Please do what you want with me but please spare Ellen. She is so innocent. Don’t let those brutes hurt her you bastard.”

Uncle Silas, struck Elizabeth a back handed blow across her right cheek and smiled evilly before he answered her. “ We don’t need your permission anymore , slave girl. Thats right you and your sisters are nothing but lowly slaves and me and my boys will do whatever we damn well please with you two. You may have forgotten how you and your snooty sister treated us when Manning was alive but my boys and I have not. You two lying bitches have some learning to do and the real Devereaux’s are gonna do the teaching. So don’t fret about your little sister. My boys are looking for some pleasuring and if they need to administer some pain to be satisfied, so be it. Ain’t no pleasuring worth a damn if some real pain ain’t involved. If I were you I’d be thinking on pleasuring me real good girl lest I get it in mind to sell the pretty little Ellie to another plantation far down the river so you’ll never see her again.

“No please Uncle Silas. I’ll do whatever you want. Please don’t sell her. Please.” Elizabeth cried out. Silas cracked her again with a backhanded blow from the other direction. “ No more uncle Silas, girl.” Silas retorted “ from now on, it’s Master Silas, Master Jacob, and Master Aaron and don’t forget or there will be hell to pay. Let’s not waste any more time, let’s get to the matter at hand. Now shuck down girl I want you naked as the day you were born. Show me your perky young titties and that sweet little welted ass. I been dreaming about your sweet charms all day.

Elizabeth, her ears ringing and cheeks burning from Silas’ two blows, yanked the fancy shift over her head. Gurda had said no undergarments so the girl was naked under the shift. Elizabeth, blushing profusely, immediately tried to cover herself with her right hand over her pubic area and left arm over both breasts. “ Drop your arms” Silas yelled as he feigned another backhand. Elizabeth shrieked as she turned he head away and dropped her arms to her sides. Silas eyes widened as he took in her perfection. “ Now slowly turn” he commanded. The girl did as she was told, displaying her bruised bottom to her master. The old man could feel his pecker hardening immediately. A shiver ran down the poor girls spine as she too noticed the huge bulge in her masters robe. She started to back away toward the door but Silas was on her in a flash. He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him, giving her three consecutive hard open hand slaps to the face. Elizabeth slammed against the door with her naked back and slid to the floor, tasting the blood in her mouth.

Silas threw off his robe and grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged his new slave girl to the bed. Sitting on the end of the bed, he threw her headfirst over his lap with her upturned bottom over his bent knees. “ Well girly looks like you are a glutton for pain. With that he brought his right hand down hard on her bruised bottom cheeks. Elizabeth cried out as the already violated skin on her bottom exploded in pain. Silas methodically spanked the young slave alternating from one cheek to the other while holding a vice-like grip on her slender neck. The poor girls body was bobbing and wiggling trying to avoid the escalating fire in her backside. Her boobies bobbling against his left leg and her soft skin brushing against his manhood made Silas penis harden like a rock and press hard against the young girls flesh. This wasn’t lost on Elizabeth as she kicked her legs and thrashed around trying to gain her freedom. But the blows kept coming harder and harder until the beautiful young woman relented and with tears streaming down her cheeks cried out.”Pleas stop. I promise to be good. I’ll do what you want.”

Silas not wanting to waste his woody, flipped his girl Lizzie onto the end of the bed and shoved her face down on the mattress. With her feet on the floor and her bottom bent in front of him, Silas guided his swollen rod to the opening of her womanhood. With a wicked thrust he buried his manhood into her slit, ramming his pelvis against the tender flesh of her bruised and battered bottom cheeks. Elizabeth screamed as her hymen was rendered and the burning pain in her backside increased as she was buffeted by the large man. “ Please stop, have mercy on me. I am young and don’t know the ways of a man.” Silas just sniggered “You best learn to obey the first time bitch. With that he grabbed both of her pigtails with his left hand pulled her head back, bending her neck as her body was forced back against his. “ Since you are such a spirited young mare, I’ll show you how easily I can take that spirit away. Elizabeth screamed as he thrust forward brutally as he tugged hard on her braids causing her back to arch backwards, her breasts bouncing wildly beneath her, the pain in her backside unbearable.

Silas rode her hard like a man astride a wild horse with her pigtails as the reins. She twisted and bucked trying to throw him off but this only added to the incredible sensations he was beginning to feel as he thrust his rod even deeper into her warm moist channel. Elizabeth saw stars as the onslaught continued for what seemed like an eternity unable to blurt outa word between her moans and screams. Soon Silas himself began to moan the raised in volume until he let go of her braids and his rough hands found each breast and squeezing hard, he cried out “ You have done it again my spirited mare. You have robbed me of my seed once again. You are such a whore, you never can get enough.” With that he thrust forward with all his force and squeezed her titties with all the force he could muster, he bent he back toward him in an upright position. It almost seemed like they climaxed together as Silas cried out in ecstasy into her ear came in unison with her scream of pain as his powerful hands crushed and deeply bruised her tender breasts.

Silas Devereaux looked down at his niece as she hugged herself and sobbed uncontrollably. This was a good start he thought. He knew that he must break her slowly with care not to mar her beauty. He had plans for Lizzy and Ellie. Big plans. “ Ok girl stop your sniveling. Go to the fireplace and start toting some hot water to the tub in the corner. I want you to give me a bath with those soft little hands of yours. You made me work up quite a sweat. Move it wench. Show me how well you can obey or maybe I might just sell that little sister of yours.” Elizabeth jumped to the task and Silas sat on the edge of the tub, smiling in enjoyment as he watched the naked girl struggle with the heavy buckets as she did his bidding. His manhood began to stir as he watched her empty another bucket into the tub, her firm breasts swaying as she emptied the bucket. He stepped into the tub and turned to face her. His member was long and hard once again so he ordered Lizzy onto her knees and she serviced him with her mouth for the second time that day. After he shot his load he bade her to swallow. Then he handed her a sponge and she slowly washed every inch of his body. After he was done with his bath Silas showed her a bit of kindness and had her bathe in the same water he had used. Although the water had cooled considerably, Elizabeth relished to opportunity to scrub away the shame of what had happened to her. Silas lay on the bed and took into spectacle of a beautiful young woman bathing before him. When she finished he tossed her a coarse blanket and told her to sleep on the mat at the foot of the bed just in case he needed her during the night. The blanket would help keep her warm when the fire burned down at least until her master beckoned her once again.
( To be continued )

 

[Aslin nee 8ball]

As Gurda the housekeeper made her way to the room off the kitchen to fetch Ellie the younger sister, she felt a bit of sympathy for for the two young women. She couldn’t imagine what terrible ordeals the pretty young girls would be forced to face this very night and into the future. The Devereaux men were a cruel lot and Silas was mean as a cornered mountain lion but he was no match for his no good sons Aaron and Jacob. Them boys got no conscience she mumbled as she remembered the terrible things they had done over the years. But quickly she shed those thoughts as she realized that the Devereauxs had been Karl and her employers for many years, always providing food and scant salaries. Her sympathy was trumped by loyalty to her employers. Gurda opened the door and shone the oil lantern into the dark room. “Up now girlie, Masters Aaron and Jacob are seeking assistance this very night, with some matters they deem very important. Hurry now, let’s not make them wait. “ Where’s Elizabeth, I need my sister” Ellie cried out. “ Don’t fret none girl. Your sister is ok! She’s attending to Master Silas, doing her chores and now it’s time for you to start yours.” Gurda replied as she led the younger sister up the stairs. When they reached the top of the stairs they turned in the opposite direction Gurda had taken Elizabeth and they stopped in front of the door that had once been the large bedroom of the girls when they were younger. Gurda knocked on the door much to the delight of the Devereaux boys. “ bring that sweet little vixen right in, Gurda.”

Ellie was led into the room and immediately felt a nostalgic sensation remembering her and Elizabeth playing in the room. She was soon shaken back to reality by the stern voice of her former cousin Jacob who commanded “ Shuck off that shift girl and on your knees right quick and show me and my brother what you have to offer. A lot has happened since this morning and I done forgot what that pretty little body looks like naked.”
Ellen’s reply came quickly, “ I won’t do any such thing. You bullies don’t scare me.” Her words were brave but her quivering chin led the brothers to believe otherwise. Suddenly Aaron’s right arm shot forward propelling the tip of a short leather whip in-the direction of the girls bare feet. Ellen cried out as the cruel braided leather snapped against her her left instep causing her to hop on her right foot as she sought to caress the injured foot. Quickly Aaron’s arm shot out again and the leather tip bit into the girls right foot, dropping her unceremoniously to the floor writhing in pain. “ Get naked and on your knees now girl or there’s plenty more where that came from” Aaron chortled. Ellen slowly rose to her knees and pulled the shift over her head but immediately clutched the silky material against the front of her body to provide some cover.
Jacob yelled “ Drop that shift now bitch and clasp your hands behind your neck. Kneel real straight, legs apart, with your shoulders back. Dont say a word, don’t even breath hard unless you want a good whuppin’.

Ellen did as she was told, shaking visibly, much to the delight of the two brothers. She dropped the shift and slowly raised her arms to clasp her hands behind her neck. A feeling of shame swept over her as she felt the eyes of the two boys ogling her nudity. A blush came over her as she realized what a brazen position she kept. She glanced downward where her upturned pointed breasts with their long nipples stood at attention. She could do nothing to cover them or for that matter cover her pubic area so wantonly displayed for her new masters. Jacob the older and more cruel, walked up next to her tracing his finger along her cheek, over near neck and shoulder and down to her right breast. He lifted it gently, testing its weight, tracing around the nipple with his dirty fingernail. Ellen stiffened and tried to rise but he quickly shoved her back down and yelling for her not to move. “ Hell, you ain’t even fully tittied out yet girl. I seen old hags with better tits than you got bitch “ he lied trying to humiliate her with his words. “ Look at that boney ass and scrawny legs. Good thing you got a pretty face girl because no man wants to marry a girl pitiful body like you got. Your only hope is to learn the ways of pleasing a man the right way. Well brother, we have our work cut out for us but it’s time we commence to learning this little wench those ways” he chuckled as he reached down and gave Ellie a hard slap across her naked bottom.

“ Now get your ass up and do a little dancing for me and my brother” Jacob ordered. Ellen not knowing what was expected, scrambled to her feet when Aaron gestured with the whip. She began to do a minuet with an invisible partner that caused Jacob and Aaron to laugh uncontrollably. “ Not-like some citified old matron you idiot, like a New Orleans dancing whore. Move your hips back and forth and round and round real slow like. Start moving your hands over your body paying special attention to your titties, your ass, and that sweet spot betwixt your legs.”
Ellen clumsily responded to his request.
“ Thats it Ellie girl, you could be one of those dancers at Madam Jolene’s. Sure you could. Now lift those little titties of yours in your hands and smile real pretty like at your new masters.” She did as she was told but couldn’t force herself to smile at the two bullying brothers. Arron’s whip sang out again to slap its fiery tip dead center on the nipple of her right breast. Ellen stiffened, screamed aloud and bent forward hugging her chest with her hands, the tips of her pigtails dragging on the floor.
“ Lift that head of yours bitch and give us a big toothy smile or your other tittle is going to fell the bite of my lash”. Aaron shouted. The poor girl straightened and through her tears forced a smile.

“ Now that’s better Ellie. Time for your next lesson. Now get your ass on the bed and we’re going to learn you how to accept visitors.” Jacob chuckled. As he shoved Ellie toward the bed, he let his trousers drop to the floor freeing his engorged penis. “ Hurry to the bed girl, he’s already feeling the cold, he needs a warm place to visit. Ellen hit the bed with that back of her knees and fell onto her back stop the mattress, her feet still contacting the floor. In a second Jacob was atop her, sloppily kissing her mouth, and jabbing aimlessly with his turgid rod until he found the opening of her tunnel. He thrust deeply into her and she screamed as he shredded her hymen. As he thrust forward again and lowered his head to bite her nipple, he let out a loud groan and sprayed his seed prematurely once again. He immediately began to sob and pummel the poor girl with his fists, calling her a whore, blaming her for his early ejaculation.
Aaron pulled his brother off the girl “ Remember what Pa said, we can have our fun but we gotta keep ‘em pretty and not damaged. Jacob grumbled some incoherent curse and backed off as his brother lifted the sobbing girl to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

Aaron deftly reached for a coil of rope and threw the rope over a rafter beam directly above the bed. “ Now Ellie if you know what’s good for you will do exactly what I say. Now crawl up on this here bed and kneel directly below the rope.” Ellie, tears running down her cheeks, scrambled to kneel under the rope. “ That’s it Ellie, now sit back on your haunches and raise your hands into the air and clasp your hands like your praying to the almighty. This done, ordering the girl not to move, he quickly wrapped the rope around the girls wrists forming a knot and tugged on the free end of the rope until her bottom was raised about 6 inches above her lower legs. In this position Ellen could tug on the rope to raise herself but could not lower herself at all. Ellen shook with fear, thinking they had secured her for a good flogging with her naked breasts, back and bottom ready for the lash. She pleaded. “Please don’t whip me Aaron! I’m sorry I angered Jacob. I promise to be good.” She turned her head away as Aaron discarded his clothing. The slender dark haired beauty wondered what was happening as Aaron slid feet first beneath her suspended body. Ellen soon came to know the reason why as he gently lifted her by the hips, found her slit with his erection and pulled her down. The distraught young woman squealed as she realized what was happening. Arron began lifting her hips until until his manhood was almost out of her before he yanked her back down onto him. He repeated the movements a number of times, trying to show her how he wanted it done but she kept struggling to get away.

Finally she was able to wriggle free and in frustration Aaron yelled to his brother “Jacob grab the whip and make this haughty bitch sing and dance atop me in the proper fashion. You be Maestro.” He grabbed Ellie by the waist and thrust her down hard onto his erection just as Jacob unleashed his first blow. Ellen received the virgin lash across her shoulder blades, her body stiffened as she cried out she clenched her vaginal muscles tightened sending wonderful sensations to the man flesh she held within. Aaron moaned in pleasure as the second hard blow higher on her shoulders caused her to buck and twist. He no longer had to orchestrate her movements, just hold on tightly to her hips. Jacob was coaxing her movements, thoroughly enjoying his revenge on his bitch of cousin as he sent blistering strikes curling around her flanks to nip her tender titties. Again and again Jacobs arm lashed out bringing forth screams and pleas for mercy as her body rocked and spasmed with each fiery impact. Aaron reaching the point of no return, reached up with both hands and grabbed her bobbing breasts in a vice-like grip, just as Jacob unleashed the most brutal blow yet. Ellen reared back her head and screamed in pain as Aaron lifted his head and emitted a guttural moan, firing his lad deep into her belly. Aaron rose from the bed, pushing her aside” Ellie girl, you little whore. If didn't know better, I think you enjoyed that more than me.” He was about to untie the rope when Jacob said he had unfinished business and jumped onto the bed. Standing in front of the tied Ellen he slapped his stiffened rod against her face several times, awakening her from her stupor. He bade her to service him with her mouth,warning her not to bite or he would slice off her tits. Ellen unable to fight back anymore, opened her mouth and learned quickly how to satisfy a man this way. Thankfully for the girl, Jacob fired his load way too early for the third time that day.

Aaron left the room leaving the young slave with his older and crueler brother. Aaron reached out with his one fingers to grasp one of her pointy nipples and squeezed and twisted with all his strength. “ You best keep quiet about what happened here girl. Tell me that you love me and what kinds of things you’ll do to make me happy. Ellen hesitated then said “ I love you Aaron. Please don’t hurt me anymore. I’ll do whatever you want.” He slapped her hard and blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. Aaron teased “You mean you said you love me just so I won’t hurt you.” Ellie cried out, her stomach turning at the lie. “Aaron I mean it. You are special to me.” “ Well that’s better wench” he said. “ if you can pay me some special attention to me and get me hard one more time and pleasure me before I fall asleep, I won’t hurt you anymore tonight. He did become aroused. She did get raped again, not once but three more times during the hellish night. Ellen and Elizabeth knew the shame of abuse but had little choice but to obey the perverted wishes of their cruel masters for each other’s sake.
( to be continued)

 

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MISSISSIPPI. Part 9

Elizabeth was fetched first by Gurda early in the morning. She was brought to the bath and bathed tenderly by the German woman until she was cleaned and preened.
Then she was brought to a small bedroom with a single matt on the floor, where she slept through until the following morning. Ellen was fetched next, with a few wounds to attend to the young girl took longer to bathe, brought to a different room than her sister, she too fell into a fitful sleep almost immediately. When they finally did awake they were felt stiff and sore and had no ifea what had happened to their sibling. Girds ordered to keep them apart, sent Ellen to the kitchen and her older sister to clean the library, the room that had been the favorite of her late father brought back many memories.

On her second day, tasked to begin wiping clean every book in the vast library, Elizabeth’s eyes began to tear, worried about what had happened to her sweet sister Ellen. Not knowing if Ellen was ok or if she too had been molested was almost too much for her to bear. The house slaves would not speak of Ellen for they had been threatened with a severe whuppin’ if they uttered a word. Thankful that her uncle and cousins had not called for her in two days, Elizabeth may have found out the reason why.

Through the library window she got a glimpse of a large coffle of new slaves collected in the courtyard. Elizabeth shuddered when she noticed a heated brazier that was at the ready. A number of the new slaves looked to be white and all of those that appeared so were young women. One of the girls she recognized. It was Suzette Larue, a girl about Elizabeths age from a plantation, a days ride away. Her father was a never-do-well drunkard and gambler who never cared much for his 3 stepdaughters of which Abigail was the youngest. Elizabeth had recently heard that the girls mother had become gravely sick.
Before Elizabeth could see any more Gurda entered the room and yelled at the girl to get back to work or else.

Elizabeth and Ellen weren’t so lucky that night. This time Ellen was called to service Uncle Silas and Elizabeth to spend the night with her dispicable cousins. Silas was insatiable and the bruised and battered Ellen had a difficult time reacting fast enough to please the big man’s every whim. Once again the whip was stronger than her free will. Elizabeth was no luckier. The brothers were sadists and seemed to only enjoy sex if it was preceded by the administration of pain which they doled out in large quantities.

Over the next month the beautiful sisters were introduced to every depraved act they thought imaginable to man. They were subjected and resubjected to all types of ways to satisfy men from all kinds of positions. Even Jacob with all the “practice” he was getting began to overcome his premature ejaculation issues, much to the chagrin of the two sisters.Elizabeth and Ellen became easy to excite , in fact the two young women began themselves to seek the satisfaction only the release of orgasm could give and both were experiencing multiple orgasms while performing for their masters.The Devereaux men were completely oblivious as they were so intent on their own release that they never noticed the pleasure the girls were feeling.

The Devereaux men were very satisfied with the progress the sisters were making as they perfected all of the sexual acts they were tasked with. The sisters still hadn’t made contact with each other since the first night that they had returned to the plantation. They each found it odd that they were only called to the masters beds every 3-4 nights instead of nightly. In the beginning they were thankful but as the days passed, getting closer to the big party, Elizabeth and Ellen began to wish they were warming someones bed each night.

Finally the afternoon of the the big celebration, the sisters were individually scrubbed and brushed until their skin shined and their dark hair flowed flowed perfectly. Next they were dressed in beautiful shear gowns that one could almost see through, the bodices cut low and the material clinging to all the curves of their perfectly formed young bodies. The girls still kept apart, it had been a month since they had laid eyes on each other, waited in separate rooms. The celebration was taking place in full force on the lawns of the plantation. Food was plentiful as was the music and song that the girls could barely hear in their respective rooms anxiously awaiting what was in store for them.

Silas Devereaux, his two sons and their guests - twelve couples and their children retired to a full feast as dusk began to fall. After sating themselves with a lavish meal, the women and children were spirited off to the west wing of the huge house to be entertained by various minstrels and magicians hired by Silas to “keep the families occupied”. The women had been instructed not to wait up for the menfolk who would be conducting important business into the wee hours of the morning. Meanwhile the menfolk retired to the large, lavishly furnished library.

Among the important guests that day were the honorable Judge Alexander Jeffrey’s, Nester Belmont the unscrupulous accountant who had been stealing from Manning Devereaux, Jonas Barlow the attorney for Silas Devereaux, Alan Carsten president of the Biloxi Bank, Alex Morton the Biloxi Constable, six plantation owner friends of Silas, and the most unlikely guest of all Jedidiah Smith, the lawyer who had represented the Devereaux sisters at the estate hearing. As the guests settled into comfortable chairs, their host made his way to the front of the large room and addressed his select group of friends.

“Gentleman, you are probably wondering why I have invited you here tonight. Well I have a plan for a very lucrative endeavor that I believe you will rush to invest in. A gentleman’s club where a man can completely dominate a young beautiful white woman without repercussion. If you wish to inflict pain you can. If you wish to pester the bitch, however you like to do it. Or both, sometimes there is a fine line between pain and pleasure. With that the double doors of the room opened and the group of men caught their collective breath as twelve of the most beautiful light skinned women dressed in sheer wispy low cut gowns filed demurely to the front of the room and turned to face the audience. It soon became apparent to the assembled manhood that this was going to be a special night indeed.
(To be continued)

 

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MISSISSIPPI. Part 10

Silas continued with his speech, “ As you see my boys are passing around a tray of wooden discs branded with a numbers from one to twelve, please accept one of the discs and hold onto your chairs. I believe your in for ride of your life. The number on your disc just so happens to match a number on a necklace that each girl is wearing. The girl that matches your doc is your companion for the night.” a cheer went up from the men showing their obvious pleasure. “ Should we check out the pairings” he said as he stepped behind a short buxom girl and reached out to slowly pull the girls sheer dress to her waist.

A murmur of approval went up from the men as the girls large breasts were revealed. “Now Mindy girl, turn that disc on your necklace over so we can see who gets to suck on those big boobies.” The men chuckled in amusement. “ Lucky number nine, who has lucky number 9?” Asked the plantation owner. “My stars, I guess it’s me”
Said Judge Alexander Jeffries with huge smile , “ Those big titties appear to be mine. Come over here and sit on my lap girl.” Jonas Barlow chided “ Best watch that bad back of yours judge, riding a filly like her with hillocks that big could be mighty dangerous.” That brought a roar from the laughing assemblage. Mindy was an orphan who had just reached her 18th birthday and upon leaving the orphanage was tempted by the chance for employment on the Devereaux plantation. It didn’t take long for a fake bill of sale for a young slave girl to be forged by Nester Belmont and the girl became the property of Silas and his sons. Silas bade the girl to pull up her dress and sit on the floor by Judge Jeffries.

Next the plantation owner moved a few steps down and stood behind the girl Elizabeth had recognized through the library window. In fact Elizabeth now recognized not only Suzette Larue but the two girls to Suzette’s left, her younger twin sisters Rebecca and Melissa Larue who were the same age as Elizabeth’s sister Ellen. Silas proceeded to slide down the gauze like dresses of each girl so that they were bared to the waist. The men in the audience began to hoot and holler once again at the sight of Suzette’s pear shaped boobies, Rebecca’s delicate apple sized breasts and Melissa’s smallish breasts with thick nipples protruding more than an inch.
The three girls were the step daughters of Amos Larue from his second wife Beatrice.
Although the girls had taken their stepfathers name they truly loathed the man. Hardly ever speaking to him for he was not their true father. Amos was a gambler and womanizer who owed a sizable debt. Upon being approached by Silas at his wife’s funeral, Amos was able to pay off his debts and get rid of his bitchy stepdaughters in one transaction. Another forged bill of sale and Silas had three more light skinned slave girls.

All three girls were ordered to flip the wooden discs on their necklaces. “Who gets our tall redhead Suzy for the night?”
“Well that would be me, me and Suzy imagine that.”shouts out Amos Larue. Next the brown haired Becky went to Arnold Stone one of Amos’ gambling friends and her petite twin Lissa went to fellow plantation owner acquaintance Lester Black. “You gentleman will share a large room. No sense splitting these sisters up best they show their appreciation to some men they know.” The three girls grudgingly took their positions at the foot of the chairs of their partners, Suzy reluctantly took her seat but refused to even look at her former stepfather. Amos did not fail to observe the disdain of his former stepdaughter.

Next up were three girls bought from fathers who owed so much their farms were in foreclosure. Of course banker Alan Carsten supplied the money and Nestor Belmont the forged papers .Sassy, a very petite brunette was paired up with Alan Carsten the banker, followed by JonasBarlow matching numbers with a full bodied blond girl named Lily. Both men beamed as the girls took their places. Constable Morton was paired with an obstinate blond named Liza. Obviously Morton was a man who knew how to beat the obstinance of her. The three remaining plantation owners were paired up with three young women who had been bought from kidnappers. From another county with forged papers they too were now just slaves. That left only Elizabeth and Ellen standing before the group.

Silas Devereaux moved behind the beautiful Elizabeth. “Which of you wouldn’t want to bed such a beauty as young Lizzy. Unfortunately most of you have already been matched with a girl but there isn’t any reason not to see what your missing. With a hard yank he pulled the young woman’s gown to the floor. Elizabeth blushed and stepped back realizing she was completely naked in front of the men, many of which she had known for years. This time the group was quiet. The men were mesmerized by the perfect body just displayed before them, lusting for the beauty. Silas raised his right hand to gently lift her right breast, weighing it in his hand.
He turned the wooden disc on her necklace. “Now which of you gets to pester this fine wench. Who has lucky number 2?”

“ Oh my, I do believe that I have hit the jackpot. Liz you and I go back a long way, don’t we girl. I do believe a reckoning is in the works.” Nestor exclaimed. Elizabeth shuddered and hung her head as she made her way to the unscrupulous accountant. It was Elizabeth that had caught Nester Belmont stealing plantation money and had her father fire the thief.Now she was to be at the mercy of this vile man. She shook as she pondered what kind of punishment he had in store for her.

Lastly Silas stepped behind Ellen and as he pulled her gown down to the waist “Don’t forget the younger sister, just as beautiful, just smaller titties. The number is 7. Who has lucky number 7.? I bet it’s the last man standing Jedidiah Smith! Come up here Jedidiah and take possession of this prime piece of poke meat.” Jed Smith held back, not wanting to take any part of this but he was grabbed by the men and pushed forward to come face to face with his prize. He saw no fear or anger in her eyes, only a look that told him it was ok. He immediately felt a wave of relief.

Silas continued. “Gentleman, take your allotted wench and follow my boys. They will show you to your well equipped bedrooms with all the necessary equipment and implements and rest assured that anything you choose to do will be kept in the strictest confidence. I just ask that punishments be doled out painfully but with no permanent damage to the recipient. Remember, this a trial run for a business that I believe will be extremely profitable for all of us.
(To be continued)

 

[Aslin nee 8ball]

MISSISSIPPI. Chapter 11

Judge Jeffries enjoyed his plump girl with the big titties. She who was well trained by the Devereauxs paid homage to the judge by fellating him deep-throat style and rode him wildly from atop until he climaxed a second time. The judge, needing some extra stimulation, decided it was high time to get to know what it felt like wielding the whip rather than the person who ordered the whipping. Soon Mindy found herself spreadeagled face down on the mattress of the big bed, her wrists and ankles shackled to the corners of the bed, her big titties flattened beneath her against the mattress. She shuttered as she saw him pick up an oiled, braided leather quirt. “ I’m sorry sir” she blurted out “ I’m sorry if I did something wrong.” The judge answered calmly, “ You been real good so far Mindy but I’m feeling the need to dispense some pain. It’s ok to scream some girl, in fact I’d rather like that.”

With that he brought his right arm down and the quirt came down awkwardly and thudded across the girls shoulders. She stiffened but no sound came from her lips. How do the constables make the whip sing thru the air and crack loudly against the victim. Maybe I’ll try flicking my wrist a little he thought and sent another blow across her back. He heard the whip slap against the bare flesh and a yelp escaped from the girl’s lips. Another couple of blows and his technique began to improve dramatically and soon the loud crack of the whip was eliciting screams from Mindy’s writhing body. The girl was now screaming uncontrollably as she tugged at her bonds trying to evade the burning lashes. The sadistic side of the judge took over and soon he was reigning hard blows all over Mindy’s body. His manhood rose once again causing him to crawl upon the bed between the girls legs. He spit into his hands, rubbed the spittle on the head of his penis, and plunged his weapon thru her anal opening. He buggered the girl with such force she nearly passed out from the pain. After his climax he pulled out of her, quite pleased with himself. Before this the idea of doing such things to a white woman would never have crossed his mind.

In the next bedroom, Constable Morton, who had administered Elizabeth’s strapping in the courtyard of the courthouse, was enjoying himself with the obstinate Liza. She had dared to talk back to him right away and had caught a hard backhanded blow that split her lip for her efforts. Morton had her bound with her back to column in the room. He decided that a good tit whipping, something that he would never be allowed to do with his constable duties, would best still the girls sassy tongue. He had plied a dozen strokes of a short three thonged whip over the squealing blond’s right tittie, reddening the soft orb while decorating her tender nipple with oozing abrasions. Her screams didn’t deter him from attacking her left breast with even greater fervor. Liza was begging him to stop as her body stiffened with each direct hit on her breast. Her screams filled the room until Morton finished her second dozen. The constable untied her and threw her over the edge of the mattress and took her from behind while squeezing her bruised and battered orbs. The girl took the strap to her backside and thighs after that until the constable got good and hard. Then she fellated him while he striped the three thonged whip down onto her bare back. She got no sleep that night as the man was relentless.

The three kidnapped girls from debt ridden farms in an adjacent county serviced the three other plantation owners to the best of their ability but the plantation owners all were not as satisfied as they could have liked. Slapping the girls around a bit didn’t seem to improve performance so the men resorted to having to dispense some pain. Unbeknownst to each other, All three chose wooden paddles that had a bit of heft. Having the girls grasp their ankles and threatening to triple the number of strokes should they straighten from their bent positions, the men blistered the behinds of the poor girls until the skin on their bottoms were beet red. By the time the paddling was complete, each girl was begging to please her companion in any way possible which they did for the rest of the night to the best of their ability.

Jonas Barlow, who had a proclivity for other men, hated women as a gender. Even though he lived a lavish life as a child, his mother and his grandmother beat and berated him at every turn, casting upon him the blame for his good for nothing father who stole half the mother’s fortune and left just after Jonas was born. Lily the full bodied blond who was paired with Jonas was not sexually violated that night but felt the lash and the cane throughout the night. Alan Carsten was a romantic at heart and chose to make love with the petite brunette Sassy throughout the night. Even though she offered him her body for a beating, the banker refused and was more than happy to satisfy his lust with the petite dark haired girl.

But what would become of the three Larue sisters companioned with their step father and his cronies? What about young Ellen who was paired with the family lawyer Jedidiah Smith? What revenge would the thieving accountant Nester Belmont wreak on the beauty Elizabeth Devereaux?
(To be continued)

 

[Aslin nee 8ball]

MISSISSIPPI. Chapter 12

Meanwhile Amos Larue was already reveling in the joy of subjugating his three stepdaughters to a life far below the lofty status that the three girls thought they deserved. Ever since he had married their mother, the widowed Adelaide some five years ago, the girls then budding young teens, had been nothing but a pain in the ass. Suzette, Rebecca, and Mellissa were coddled by their mother and although they took the Larue name when their mother married, they wanted no part of their new stepfather, trying to turn their mother against him at-every turn. The never so much as looked at the the man, showing him no love or even respect for that matter. The pretty young women could only see him as a drunken womanizer and gambler who stole their mother from them. They cost Amos a small fortune with their expensive and fancy tastes, never thanking him for anything. His five years of misery finally came to an end when Adelaide succumbed to the fever only a few months ago and Silas Devereaux had approached him at the funeral with a financial offer he couldn’t refuse.

As Amos and his two gambling buddies escorted the three sisters into the large well “furnished” bedroom Amos couldn’t pass up the opportunity to chide the young beauties.” My god its a good thing your poor mother has passed. She had such high hopes for you three but I always knowed you little bitches weren’t worth nothing. “ he chortled “She is probably turning over in her grave knowing that her little darlings are nothing more than lowly slave whores. Well girls, you thought you were too good for me before, but now that sure don’t seem to be the case does it. .it’s time to show me and my friends what you have to offer. Now shuck down until your naked. Be quick about it. Don’t be shy now, you gonna be doing this for the rest of your lives.”

Suzette cast back a dirty look at her stepfather ,”no way you old fool” which only brought her an ear-ringing slap across the face. All three sisters hastily shed all of their clothing. Amos was pleased with what he saw but couldn’t pass up the opportunity to lie and bully the girls, “ Look at those small boobies. Not a full titted bitch among them. Kind of scrawny to boot. Skinny legs and not much cushion on those bottoms. Look at those plain faces. No wonder we never married off any of you bitches.Your a pitiful group even for slave whores.
Suzette couldnt help but cast another dirty look in response which wasn’t lost on Amos. “ Well Suzy girl, it’s time you and your sisters learn a long overdo lesson. Well gents it’s time to learn these girls how to respect their betters.”

Amos asked his good friend Elijah Turner “ Grab that rope over there and drop that wooden triangle. Looks like it’s made for these three.” With that, Elijah grabbed a rope that had been tied to a spike in the wall and commenced to drop a triangle of wood with two manacles at each corner and a hole dead center where the other end of the rope was tied. In a matter of moments each girls wrists were secured to each end of a side of the triangle. The rope was hoisted up by Elijah and the girls stood on tiptoe facing each other at an angle, their arms spread out to the corners of their side of the triangle. Amos had asked Silas Devereaux for some type of apparatus to punish all three girls at the same time but this was exceptional, he thought. As the girls were whipped, the could see each other up close. They see each others fear, see each others tears, and hear each other beg and scream as pain taught them the lesson of obedience.

Amos was the first to go, sending a hard strike of the single tail whip that cracked as it struck the redhead Lucy between the shoulder blades drawing a squeal and grimace from the girl. A second lash struck the girls left buttocks causing her whole body to lurch forward and brought forth the first of many screams. As their sisters body lurch with each blow the other two sisters were scrabbling to keep their toes in contact with the floor as the wooden triangle began to sway back and forth.

“ Please stop, father. Why do you treat your daughters so? “ pleaded Becky. “ You bitches ain’t my daughters no more. If your mother would have let me take the whip to ya when ya was younger, maybe you all wouldn’t be in this predicament” replied Amos as he sent a hard blow that curled around Lucy’s back with the tip biting her right nipple. Lucy’s head reared back and she let out an animal like scream which caused her sisters to start bawling and begging for mercy for their older sister. Amos nodded to his friends and they started to rain blows upon the two other girls.

The triangle was swaying all over the place now and each of the men had to use his expertise with the whip well as they each had to hit their moving target. The room was soon filled with screams and each girl begging for mercy. Another hard stroke from Amos that curled around to punish both nipples had Lucy dancing and begging that she would do anything to stop the pain. In fact all three girls were screaming hysterically, offering to do whatever the men wanted. They had been trained by the Devereauxs to service a man with their mouths and their hands. They were still all virgins to penetration but that was soon remedied as each man took his place behind each bound girl, spit into their hands and rubbing the spittle on their engorged penis’s, they took the girls anally at the same time. Thrusting forward they buffeted the young women as the bedroom filled with sound as the women shrieked in agony. Each man in turn moaned as he shot his load deep into the bowels of his woman.

Amos ordered the men to release girls and reattach the manacles so that each girl was now facing outward with arms spread. He also had the men tie one of the girls ankle to the ankle of the girl next to them. In essence each girl was now spreadeagled, arms and legs spread wide. Amos said “ Now I get to do something very special for my stepdaughters. ” He picked up a bullwhip and stood directly in front of Suzette. “ such a hard look you give me girl. I believe I know just the way to soften you up.” With that he brought his right arm up sending the tip of the lash to snap loudly into the crotch of the pinioned girl eliciting a animal like scream. Strike after strike struck home as the girl writhing and screaming begged for mercy. As Amos plied his whip on the eldest stepdaughter, the other two men took their whips to the tender breasts of the two sisters. The two screamed loudly as Amos Larue stepped forward and once again aroused brutally took the girls virginity.

The twins received like treatment from their former stepfather, their vaginas assaulted by the whip of Amos before brutally losing their virginity to their hateful stepfather. All three girls suffered multiple beatings that night as well as numerous sexual assaults.Their unconscious bodies scored by the whip , remained hanging in their bonds, as the men took drink and fell off into a deep sleep. What about the beautiful Devereaux sisters Elizabeth and Ellen. What of their fate?
( to be continued)