Plantation revenge (Long)

(This story involved a racist woman during the civil war, racial insults, depictions of slavery rape, and public sex)

It’s 1863, my husband was sent to fight for the confederates leaving me alone with our children in Texas. Luckily I still had my slaves to work on our farm. I had 3 men and 2 women. Some of our slaves have run away to the north. My husband is fighting hard to fix this so we don’t have to worry about any more leaving us. I have to admit, being able to use the whip has been fun. There’s something about the screaming and the sound of the whip breaking the skin so soothing to my ears. Since I’m the sole master now, I have changed some things. The women must have flowers in my room, dining room, entrance, and living room, always fresh looking. No wilting is allowed. They also have to dress me in the morning after giving me my bath. The men have to be shirtless at all times. Lust is a sin, especially when directed to those lower than you, but a girl can have some eye candy while her husband is away.

It has been 2 months since my husband left and I have gained full control over the house. I have bought 2 more slaves to my collection. The first was in necessity in order for my crops to be harvested in time and the second was because I felt like it. Every day I have been woken up with fresh smelling flowers and being served in a soothing bath. During tea, my friends and I sit on the balcony watching the shirtless slave men working in the hot sun. All but one of us has our husband fighting in the war.

“Make sure to not drop any of that cotton you coons!” My friend Elizabeth yelled at my slaves.

“If you don’t get the rest of that done by sunset I will have you sold to master Williams!” I ordered. Master Wiliams is the most cruel slave owner I know. I’ve heard that some of his slaves are missing fingers and ears. This is a threat that majority of owners I know use to speed up the process of the slaves. When I notice that one of the slaves was leaning over by a tree, I had to storm down there and force him to stand up straight with his hands behind his back while I whip him. His screams fill my ears like music. I looked over to where he was leaning over and noticed vomit on the grass.

“Are you sick?” I ask angrily. I have no use for sick slaves. He shakes his head.

“N-No mistress, I am n-not ill” his voice is shaky. I walk away telling him to continue his work.

One month later, I received a letter informing me that my husband had been killed. This means that I am a widow and a single mother. Along with this there is also news of a group of slaves murdering slave owners. I haven’t come out of my home in fear of being attacked. The negro women that I own are sent out to buy what I need. I watch the men on the field very closely.

While I am asleep my slaves go inside my house and hide. When I wake up there aren’t any flowers by my head. I got up to find the women to scold but I couldn’t find them anywhere. Searching all along the corridor of the top floor to find nothing. I decided to go to the bath to destress. When I got there my slave Julia was there filling the tub.

“Why weren’t you there when I woke up and where is Priscilla?” I scowl. Julia just looks at me and smiles.

“Mistress please, enjoy your morning bath, the water is hot just how you like” She gestures at the tub. I huff and hold my arms up so she can undress me.

“You are lucky that I am grieving my husband too much to give your disobedience any energy” I inform her as my clothes fall to my feet. I get into the tub loving the warm water on my skin. As I wait for Julia to wash my hair the door opens. There stands Priscilla.

“Here mistress, this could help you relax and grieve your husband” She held a hand towel and put it into the water. It was placed over my eyes and I was told to just lean back. I continued waiting but instead of hands on my head, I felt them on my shoulders and chest. I am pushed down into the water until my head is fully underneath. I thrash and try to get up but I can’t while trying to not to drown. Hands wrap around my throat and eventually I pass out.

My body is dragged outside by the men and I am now in the center of town. I am locked into a pillory with other white women. Some were awake and yelling for it to stop and others were still unconscious. All of them are naked. I don’t wake up until I hear cheering. My body is bent over exposing it to everyone here. I demand to be let out and that all of my slaves will be sent to master William where he will surely torture them before executing them. My face is grabbed by a tall, very dark man.

“We’ll see about that” He chuckled. I squirm in my holdings.

“The reign of the whites is coming to an end!” The man hollers over a crowd. “No more will these white devils hurt you, no more will they threaten you, and no more will they steal your children from you!” The crowd applauded and cheered. I look around. Every face here is black. The only white people here are the women trapped with me.

“To start off we will be giving these vile creatures a taste of their own medicine!” Each woman had a man stand behind her with a large whip. On the count of three every whip came down on the naked backs of the women. Screams flooded the air. Another crack of the whips followed and now there is crying alongside the screaming. The men kept whipping the women until their backs were red and full of scars. The crowd was cheering the entire time. All the women were crying and begging to be let out. One threw up and was told to clean it up.

The next part involved the same men dropping their whips and moving closer to the women. They stood right in front of the women’s faces.

“Now we will move along, they’re screams were fun at first but now it’s just degrading. These men are happy to shut them up, no more will they order you around”

The men forced the women’s mouths open and then forced their large black cocks inside. All the women are facefucked and choke on the large dicks. Spit spilled out onto the ground. Those in the front of the crowd can hear the gargled screams and groans. Once the men got close to climaxing they stopped. They moved back behind the women.

“And now for the big finale! These women’s husbands have stolen so much from you and me. Now it is our chance to steal from them! We know how territorial their husbands are about their wife’s body. So that leads us to wanting the gold prize, their wombs!” A loud applause erupts from the crowd. The men line their wet hard dicks up to the women’s hairy cunts. The women beg for forgiveness and yell how all of the negros will go to hell.

“We have been to hell already, you’re the ones running it” The announcer laughs.

With one unison hard thrust, all the men enter the women’s cunts. They thrust with no thought or care to the comfort of the body underneath them. Only speeding up and going harder. Grabbing the lady’s hair and pulling it back.

“You will bare our negro children and raise them exactly the same as your white ones. Serving any black man who wants a taste of your body. No matter what, you will serve us with your body or else we will cut off your fingers and ears” The men using the women spit on them and insult them anyway they can. Eventually they made one final thrust and filled the white women’s cunts with their seed to grow black babies. Once all the men had finished they backed away.

“These men definitely had their fun, that shouldn’t be reserved for them, now any of you can come up here and try them out yourselves!” A hoard of black men rushed to the pillory to rape the white women and have a chance at breeding them. The women didn’t get a break until sundown. Dripping with black seed knowing that they will be giving birth to a mixed baby in 9 months.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rcw8m7/plantation_revenge_long

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