Master rapes teen slave
Silas Warner sat on his porch sipping lemonade. The Georgia weather was hot today, but not as hot as his blood. Today was the day. He was going to get a new black bed wench. He'd had his eye on that pretty little quadroon Sally for some time now. Ever since she'd turned twelve a few months back he'd been watching the child closely.
Her mulatta slave mother had been the bed wench one night of a plantation guest when she was young. The fruit of that night of copulation was little Sally. Her skin was an unblemished silky caf' au lait color and her curly black hair hung all the way to her waist. She was just under 5 feet tall and only about 90 pounds but her hips were widening and her figure was beginning to assume that familiar hourglass shape of a sexually mature female. Her breasts were starting to develop nicely, poking out the front of the simple white cotton smock she wore. They were pointy and just about the size of little apples.
Yes, they'd fit quite nicely in his mouth. It would soon be time to complete the passage of this little quadroon slave girl from child to woman.
A few days ago he'd heard little Sally scream in the fields, calling for her mama. The front of her dress was wet with a big bright red stain around her crotch. Sally was menstruating. That very night Silas visited the slave quarters to see Sally's mammy. He told her that it was time for Sally to come to the big house and be his bed- wench. The mammy cried and pleaded that her child was just a baby.
"Nonsense!" Silas had sternly replied. "I've got eyes. And like they say, if she's old enough to bleed, she's old enough to breed."
Sally's mammy just hung her head and promised that the little girl would be bathed and ready for him just as soon as her bleeding stopped.
"Now you know how to instruct her properly don't you Emma? To prepare her for her duties to come?"
"Yes, Massa Warner. She'll be ready for you, I promise."
"That's good, Emma, That's real good. Now there'll be plenty of food for you and everyone in your cabin and I'll tell the overseer that you won't have to stay as long in the fields as the other slaves."
"Thank you Massa," was all the mammy could muster through her tears.
Now, as Silas watched the mammy escorting Sally toward the porch of the mansion, his erection was straining in his white riding breeches. Compulsively, he slapped his riding crop against his thigh in time with the slow pace of Sally and her mammy. His ears were cherry red as he leered at the nude little quadroon slave girl. Her long black curly hair hung to the small of her back.
She had been stripped naked as he had ordered, her young nude body paraded past the cabins of the other slaves, wearing only a loose fitting black leather slave collar around her neck. In his left hand Silas held the gold plated chain that he would attach to that collar when he received the child. Yes indeed, he was looking forward to many nights of riding this ripe, pubescent little slave girl.
Her little boobies were sticking straight out with fully erect dark brown nipples. He could clearly see her little hairless slit between her legs as she walked. Very soon he'd have that little quadroon sex goddess on her back side in his bed and that tiny slit of hers would be filled with his massive white cock and large quantities of his hot white seed.
"Here she is Massa, just like you ordered." Mammy hung her head. Sally's eyes were demurely lowered toward the ground.
"Very good Emma," Silas knelt in front of little Sally and lifted her chin, looking into her eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you Sally. You're a very pretty little girl. Its time that you became a woman. Do you know what that means?"
"I think so Massa Warner. Mamma says I have to do whatever you say." There was a slight fear and trembling in her voice that sent an electric thrill through his penis.
Silas grinned. "That's right, Sally, that's right. I'm going to inspect you now, just to make sure you're still a virgin and feel you up a little."
He placed the middle finger of his right hand over the child's tiny hairless slit. Sally closed her eyes and turned her head to the left as Silas gently slid his finger in between her hairless pussy lips. She gasped. Silas found her hymen, intact, unbroken and waiting for him. Withdrawing his finger, he slowly moved his hands up her sides till he reached her budding chest, then grasped both of her pointy little boobies and squeezed gently. Sally gave out a little moan as he gently rolled her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger.
"You're gonna be a mighty fine fuck little Sally. A mighty fine fuck. Now give me a kiss."
Obediently, the little girl wrapped her arms around his neck and puckered her thick sensuous African lips. Silas gently kissed her and with his right hand squeezed her shapely little adolescent ass. Then he thrust his tongue in her mouth, French kissing the sexy, naked twelve-year- old slave girl. Sally seemed surprised by this oral invasion but passively accepted the intrusion of his tongue.
When he was finished frenching her, Silas rose and took the gold plated chain and attached it to Sally's black leather slave collar.
"Now while you're living in the house Sally, you can't wear any clothes. Your mamma's probably told you that. And whenever you're with me, you'll have to have this chain on. If I have any guests over and they ask for you, you're to service and please them just as you would me. Is that clear?"
"Good. Now let's go in the house and have supper."
With that he motioned the mammy away and led the naked
little slave girl on a gold chain through the big door of the white mansion. As they entered, Joe, the old black butler held the door and bowed his head, as much to hide his shame as to show respect. Though when the master had passed his eyes roved lustfully over the little girl's shapely backside and ass. Maybe the master would let him fuck her someday when he was tired of her.
The female slaves in the kitchen were all aghast, but hiding it well. Softly they clucked to themselves. "That poor child. That poor innocent beautiful child."
Silas led Sally into the dining room, seating himself at the head of the table and motioning the child to sit on his right, letting the gold chain fall to the floor.
"Mary! Where are you? Get down here, its time for supper!"
As the house slaves bustled about, bringing out the evening repast, Silas's wife Mary appeared at the top of the stairs. She was blonde and young, twenty years junior to Silas's forty-seven years and had a look of outrage on her face.
"Really Silas! Have you no scruples! I'm your wife, yet you insist on parading your depredations with your slaves before me. And this one is only a child!"
Silas smirked and shrugged and took a sip of wine.
"Octoroons are bringing a good price on the market these days. And I figure to breed a few off of this one. Shut up, have a seat woman and eat your supper."
Mary's face was beet red as she seated herself at the table.
"Honestly, Silas. I would never have married you except that you agreed to pay off my father's debts."
"A wise move my dear. Kept him out of the poor house. By the way, introductions are in order. Sally, this is my wife, Mary, she is the mistress of this house."
"In name only!" Mary snorted. But Mary found it hard to take her eyes off this beautiful naked quadroon slave child before her. The child's breasts were perfection itself. Sinful thoughts rose up in Mary, which she quickly suppressed, but not before Silas had noticed her lingering gaze on the girl.
"She is a beauty isn't she?" he grinned. "You should enjoy her sometime when I'm gone."
"Oh really, you're a barbarian! An unholy barbarian. How could you even suggest such a perverted, sinful thing?"
Silas grinned at her heated reaction to his provocation.
"I'm not a selfish man. I believe family and friends alike should share in my pleasures."
Mary said nothing. But turned her head and looked toward the sunset in the west window. As much to avoid letting her eyes fall on the sexy slave girl as to express outrage. But all through supper, even as she kept her head down, she couldn't avoid thinking of the naked twelve year old before her. Thoughts of exploring the child's naked body with her hands, probing her nether regions with her fingers and tongue kept popping into her mind. Mary's ears were a bright, brilliant hot red from the sinful, lustful thoughts that filled her mind.
When the meal was over and Silas was leading the girl up the stairs, chain in hand, for the night's defloration, Mary gazed lustfully at the child's ass and legs, at the long, curly black hair flowing down her back. At the turn in the stairs, she caught Silas looking at her staring at Sally. Quickly, she turned her head. But it was too late. He had seen her lustful eyes and laughed the rest of the way up to the top landing.
Silas took Sally into the "guest room" straight at the end of the landing. The only guest tonight here would be himself. Locking the door behind him, he pulled a red velvet cushion from a chair and instructed Sally to kneel on it before him. Still holding the gold chain in his right hand, with the trembling, naked little twelve-year- old quadroon slave girl kneeling before him, he began to unbutton his pants with his left.
"Now Sally," he said as he exposed his cock and balls before the girl's face, "Did your mama give you any training in sucking a man's cock?"
Sally nodded, her eyes growing slightly wide with fear as she stared at the massive, throbbing white member, whose pink bloated head was only inches from her face.
"She gave me a gourd to suck on."
"Good. But a man's penis is a lot different than a gourd. It's hot and alive. You've got to wrap your lips around your teeth when you suck and you've got to swallow all of my cum when I cum in your mouth. Is that clear?"
"Good, child. Now, cup my balls with your right hand and wrap your left hand around my cock and start working it into your mouth, just like with that gourd. Just like how your momma showed you."
Sally did as she was told, gently holding his big balls with her right hand while she wrapped her tiny fingers around his massive white member and opened her mouth to receive it. Silas groaned as the head of his big prick entered the little slave girl's mouth leaking pre-cum. Her thick African lips were closely wrapped around the massive shaft. Despite a savage instinct to thrust down the girl's throat, Silas restrained himself.
"Don't try to take too much. Just get the head in. Go ahead and flick your tongue over my pee hole opening. Yes, that's it. Taste that cum. Suck girl, suck. My god, you've got a gift, a natural born talent girl! You were made to suck white cock."
Silas's cum tasted thick and salty to Sally, but not altogether bad. In fact, it tasted kind of good. She kept flicking her tongue over the slit opening of the penis in her mouth. More cum seemed to be flowing out of Silas's dick.
Letting the chain drop to the floor, Silas gently grasped Sally's head in both hands as the little light skinned black girl continued to bob back and forth on his dick, her tiny left hand working the massive shaft back and forth while her tiny right hand gently cupped his massive balls.
"God! This is paradise!" Silas exclaimed. A pretty little naked pubescent slave girl on a chain sucking his cock. He wished all white men could share in this pleasure.
At last, Silas couldn't hold back any more and erupted in Sally's mouth. A flood of hot white semen filled the little girl's mouth and she nearly gagged, but managed to keep swallowing as Silas continued to pump massive quantities of his seed down her throat.
"Ohhhh!" Silas moaned, "Little Sally you were just made to suck a white man's cock."
Sally looked up at her master and smiled, licking driblets of cum off her lips. There was a hot moist feeling growing down between her legs. It felt good. Her master's cum tasted good too.
"Aaahh! Sally! That was wonderful." Silas said as he began disrobing. The little girl's blowjob was masterful. But he was getting hard again just looking at her licking his cum off her lips and thinking of the joy of breaking her hymen, plunging his baby-making cock into the little girl, deflowering this hot little quadroon virgin and impregnating her with his seed.
"But now you must get on the bed. Lay down on your back and spread your legs as wide as you can. I'm going to fuck you my dear."
Sally got to her feet and with a bit of in trepidation, climbed onto her master's big canopied bed. She did as she was told, laying flat on her back and spreading her little legs as wide as she could, exposing her glorious pink virginal slit. Silas took his time undressing wanting to savor the moment of this innocent light skinned black virgin girl child spread eagled before him, awaiting his pleasure. There was nothing like deflowering a young black girl. Just the thought of plunging into that hot little piece made his member rise stiffly to the occasion again. But first he would eat her, suck her little clitty to get her juices flowing and then, when the time was right, ram it in her virgin baby-making hole.
When he was at last undressed, Silas climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Sally's legs.
"Have you ever played with yourself down there Sally?"
'Once or twice Massa."
"Felt good, didn't it? Well, I'm going to play with you in a very special way down there, that will make you feel real good."
With that the dirty old slave master laid on his belly, grabbed the little quadroon girl's wide open thighs and began licking her slit, from fuck hole to clit. The child gasped as Silas' wet tongue lapped and probed her fully exposed nether regions. Up and down, up and down his hot wet tongue pressed against Sally's private parts sending unknown waves of pleasure through the little girl. She felt like she was high up in the sky on a bright sunny day, falling a long ways, falling through the air with the wind caressing her between her legs. She began to breathe faster and faster as she fell faster and faster, plummeting toward the earth far below. The wind seemed to know just what made her feel good even as she tried to spread her legs even wider to let it flow in between her legs.
Silas's dick was rock hard, pressed against his belly as he lapped up the child's juices flowing out of her tiny virginal opening. Sally was panting rapidly, her head moving back and forth on the pillow as she approached her first orgasm. Finally, the little girl began to moan, loud and long. Silas kept lapping her cunny, causing more of her juices to flow. God, nothing tasted better than a little light skinned slave girl!
Sally was vainly trying to buck her hips against his tongue now. The little girl was in the throes of pleasure. Silas himself couldn't wait any longer. With a final lap of her wet hairless slit he got on his knees and positioned himself between her wide-open legs, his cock throbbing full and erect again. The little girl was still panting as she looked up at Silas. Wide eyed she timidly asked,
"Why...why...why did you stop Massa?"
"This is my baby-maker Sally," Silas said as he stroked his meat. "I'm going to fuck you every day, hell, several times a day, till your flat little belly swells up with my seed. I'm going to make a baby inside you Sally. Because that's what pretty little slave girls like you were made for...pleasuring white men and making babies."
Fear was growing in Sally's eyes again as she stared at the monster cock that seemed insatiable and impossible to satisfy. Now, confronted with the moment of realization that this was indeed how babies were made she began to feel really afraid. She had seen the older slave women giving birth and it looked very painful. Would she have to go through that too? But at the same time, she felt so good, like she never had in her whole life. There was a burning down there between her legs that craved something more.
Silas began rubbing the head of his prick up and down the girl's tiny slit, just like he had his tongue, fuck hole to clit. Gently at first and then gradually applying more pressure with each stroke. His pre-cum was leaking out the tip of his penis mixing with the little slave girl's juices and his saliva from the licking of her cunny.
Sally's eyes were big and wide as she watched the massive seven-inch prick insistently probing her tiny opening. It was starting to hurt a little bit every time he pressed against her little hole.
"Owww! Please Massa, it hurts!"
"Its gonna hurt a lot more before I'm through honey," Silas panted. "But only for a while. You'll like it, I promise." And with that the horny old slave master placed his swollen prick head against little Sally's virginal fuck hole and pressed in with all his weight.
Sally screamed as the big white prick tore open the thin layer of skin that was her hymen. Blood spurted from the opening as Silas' penis savagely plunged into the little girl's moist but virginal fuck hole.
He was in! The first to rape and fuck this beautiful light skinned slave child. The pain of the helpless little black girl beneath him only added to his excitement. Paradise itself. God was she tight and juicy! He pinned her little wrists against the bed as he worked more and more of his long thick prick inside the little virgin. Her screams of protests were of no avail. He was totally intent on getting as much of his prick into her as he could before he splattered his seed deep into her womb. Finally, he reached the limits of her insides.
Slowly at first and then more rapidly he began to pump her. In and out, in and out. His prick was like a piston attached to a frantic machine as he pumped the helpless little slave girl writhing in pain and ...something else... beneath him.
God she was pretty, he thought. He was going to make at least one baby a year with her. He'd have to fuck her about six times a day to make sure she was knocked up. Fucking little Sally made him feel like a young stud again. Her body felt so good underneath him.
Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer, and with a last savage thrust and a grunt of satisfaction he splattered his cum deep inside her. His contractions seemed to last forever as he pumped more and more of his hot white seed into her tight little twat, toward her fertile young womb.
As he deflated inside her he kissed away her tears. This was only the beginning of the evening. Next, he'd have her doggie style, then let her ride him, facing and backwards. A long night of pleasure was ahead for Silas and many more nights and days to come after that.