House Slave on Hopkins Plantation 3

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Thank you and enjoy…I am thinking about writing more. Johncrinshaw1

October 19, 1861
Wilmington, North Carolina
Planter James Hopkins Plantation

Laying on her back on the workbench with her arms stretched over her head is Hannah. Surrounded by three others, her hair is tangled and matted and she is drenched in sweat. The tears streaming down her face leave salty trails out the side of her eyes; she has a permanent grimace showing her stark white teeth. Her plump mother Adena, the head of my kitchen staff, is standing at the end of the table by Hannah’s head and has a tight grip, holding Hannah’s wrists down over her head. Saysa, who usually works the cane field, is on Hannah’s left side, his arms wrapped around and gripping her left leg in a vice like grip, hugging it to his body, to hold it stretched up and open. My eyes flash with anger as I look upon Big Ray my blacksmith, who is standing between Hannah’s legs with his large cock at full attention and shiny slick with Hannah’s juices. Ray is one of my biggest slaves and I purposefully bought him at auction for this feature. Big Ray is forcefully ramming into Hannah’s pink folds, rocking her body forward, toward Adena, with every forceful thrust. Abusing, those same pussy lips that I was in only a few hours before. Nobody gets to take advantage of my property without my permission. I will determine with who and when Hannah will breed. But in defiance of the plantation rules, there stands Ray, using Hannah for his own pleasure…sawing his thick black shaft with its bulbous head into her over and over… forceful enough to make Hannah’s nipples dance on top of her bouncing black titties. Reaching into my vest pocket, I pull out my derringer and while cocking the hammer back place it to Rays left temple. He freezes momentarily buried deep into Hannah’s moist slit and quickly withdraws leaving a string of juices between his cock and her now gaping, puffy pussy. Stepping backwards he shuffles toward the shed wall, his cock swinging wildly, with his hands up, eyes wide. Saysa drops Hannah’s leg and steps back to the wall next to Ray while Hannah’s mother Adena releases Hannah’s wrists. Adena’s eyes open wide and show the whites around her dark pupil. I look over at Adena and with the derringer’s barrel motion her to join the other two next to the shed wall. Looking over the sight of the little pistol, I notice Saysa’s bulge protruding in his pants while Ray’s exposed cock is covered in a white creamy film, and notice that it is quickly deflating. “What is the meaning of this?” I question. Glancing quickly at Hannah as she is still on her back with her legs closed tighly staring at the sky and sobbing. “Sorry Masta Hopkins” Ray finally manages to stumble out of is lips…”We wernt expectin ya back so soon.” “Adena says that I needed ta breed Hannah in order to keep her near her momma.” “Sos you donts go off and sell her and split the family up.” “She been talkin bout it since you went off and got rid of the last house slave who got on the wrong side of the Mizz Chandler.” “Is this true Adena, I bark?” Stuttering Adena manages a simple “Yas sir massa Hopkins.” “But Hannah wanted nun of it sos wees had to hold her for Big Ray to attend to da duty.” “And what is Saysa doing here?” I retort. Ray mumbles, “well Massa…Adena says he gets a turn afta me if hes a willing to help hold her still…so I suppose he was a just a waitin his turn to have him some of young Mizz Hannah.” Pointing to the direction of the wagon I tell the three of them to move…NOW!