Chapter 10

The Punishment (Part 2)

Jacob cried out in rage and despair.

It was the most chilling sound that James had ever heard - a combination of shriek, wail, and war cry. James stumbled to his feet to see what inspired such a violent reaction.

At Mr. Potter's side stood a Negro girl of startling beauty, no more than 13 or 14 years old. Her skin had a lustrous dark tone, somewhere between deep whiskey brown and shiny ebony black. She had large brown eyes; sharp, high cheekbones; a cute nose with wide nostrils; and purple-pink lips of medium thickness. Her coarse black hair was braided into pig-tails, and her bare arms and legs poked out of a tattered "dress" that probably hadn't fit her for at least two years, and appeared to be made out of the burlap sacks used to carry feed for the horses. Her body was slender, almost skinny, but the two small breasts straining against the rough, tight fabric of her dress were obviously those of a girl blossoming into young womanhood.

To his great surprise, James's heart began racing at the sight of the pretty young slave-girl. Other than Becky, she was the first Negro female he'd seen up-close since his arrival at Stampley Plantation, and he found her oddly intriguing.

Elijah jerked his hand out from under his pants, where just seconds earlier he'd been yanking on his dick while watching his fellow slave get raped. Now his lust turned to surprise, guilt, and confusion at the sudden appearance of the girl he'd been pining after since that day by the creek. He slouched into his seat on the bale of hay, and hoped Laney wouldn't notice his presence....or worse, see that his dick was still hard from watching white men shove their dicks in her older brother's butt!

Mr. Potter seized Laney by the back of the neck and dragged her to the center of the stable, just several feet from Jacob.

"See what happens to niggers who start thinkin' they're good as whites?" Mr. Potter asked grimly. He grabbed Laney by the chin and forced her to focus on the sight before her. "Bet you never took your big brother for bein' a pussy-boy, did you, girl?"

Laney stumbled backwards when she realized the naked body slumped obscenely over the bale of hay belonged to her older brother. Tears filled her eyes and trickled down her mud-colored cheeks: partly with relief to see her big brother alive, and partly from the shock of seeing him in such a helpless and degraded position.

"Jesus Christ, nigger-bitches and their cryin'!" Mr. Potter complained, wiping gruffly at Laney's tears with his shirtsleeves. "Girl, you best be grateful your brother's alive!"

James shot Mr. Potter a scowl of surprise and disapproval when he realized the pretty slave-girl was Jacob's younger sister. He started to protest, but Mr. Potter cut him off, hissing in Laney's ear:

"And he'll most likely STAY alive, so long's you cooperate with his punishment, you understand?"

Laney nodded and dried her cheeks with her scrawny bare arms. She turned away in disgust and embarrassment at the sight of her older brother's wide-spread legs and upturned buttocks, but not before noticing a stream of cum oozing out of his asshole, running down his leg into a sticky puddle on the stable's dirt floor.

Jacob buried his face in the hay, fighting back sobs of shame and defeat. He'd already been forced to endure more pain and humiliation in one afternoon than any human being should have to suffer in a LIFETIME. He'd been spit on, pissed on, finger-fucked, and ass-raped by the white men he despised. But he could endure all that when he thought it would be followed by death, or a lifetime of shameful but private memories.

But having Laney WITNESS his degradation was a devastating blow to his pride and will to survive. He'd been Laney's only family since the death of their mother and sale of their father. He was her hero and protector; how could she ever again feel pride or respect for him after seeing him thrown on his stomach and fucked like a girl?

"Get her the fuck out of here!" Jacob shouted wildly, looking away from his sister and Mr. Potter. He locked eyes with James, who still seemed stunned by Laney's arrival.

"Please, Massuh James," Jacob pleaded in a softer tone, acknowledging the white man's authority for the first time that afternoon. "I'se....I'se BEGGIN' you, Massuh James! Do what you wants to with me, Massuh, but leave my little sister be!"

Jacob seethed with self-hatred as he performed the role of begging "darky," knowing the white men had finally found the way to break his will.

"She don't deserve to be mixed up in this, Massuh!" Jacob continued. "She ain't the one that run away. And she ain't the one that....that hurt and robbed you neither. I'se a man, Massuh James. I can take what's comin' to me. Call me what you wants to, do what you wants to do to me. But Laney....Laney just a girl, Massuh. She ain't supposed to see nothin' like this, or be a part of it neither. I know you sees it, Massuh James. You ain't like them others."

James winced with guilt. Was he really any better than men like Mr. Potter? Sure, he'd spared Jacob from a whipping or worse. But his dick was still warm and slimy from eagerly raping the stable-boy's ass less than an hour earlier. And less than a week ago, hadn't he ordered Elijah to fuck his little brother, a boy no more than ten years old? Wasn't that far WORSE than anything Mr. Potter could now propose?

"Well, well, well, ain't you the humble nigger now!" Mr. Potter announced with sarcastic amusement. "What d'ya think, boys? That sound like the same nigger who was callin' us crackers and cursin' us all to hell not more than an hour ago?"

The other men laughed and shook their heads. They looked Laney up and down, tugging at their crotches and licking their lips like starving lions eager to pounce on their prey.

"Let this be a lesson to ya', Little Jimmy," Mr. Potter explained. "Niggers are goddamn sentimental fools when it comes to their kinfolk. Threaten their family and they'll get to sobbin' and screamin' and beggin' so bad, you'd ALMOST think they was human."

He stroked Laney's crisp braided hair just as he would one of his beloved bloodhounds, and smiled at her with patronizing pity.

"Ain't no two ways about it, niggers be emotional creatures in a way most white folks just ain't. Can't say why exactly....it's just in their blood, I s'pose."

Elijah's heart sank as he crouched in the corner of the stable. Mr. Potter's words reminded him of his mother's haunting screams, heard first when his father was sold away, then again when Mr. Snopes first fetched Elijah for Master James, and yet again when she realized Thad too had been raped. Maybe the white man's right, Elijah thought to himself. He pictured his mother resting in Penny's cabin, literally sick from heartbreak and disappointment, and felt an overwhelming impulse to run from this sordid scene and throw himself in her arms.

"It's just the natural way of things, I reckon," Mr. Potter continued, still petting Laney's head. "Cryin' and wailin' and dancin' and singin' be in the niggers' blood just like fightin' and killin' and ownin' and sellin's a part of ours. If you don't believe me, just watch how they carry on 'round Christmastime, or listen to 'em singin' down by the creek on Sundays. Now don't get me wrong....it ain't a bad thing, really, as long as we keep it in check and use it to our advantage. Me, I try to make sure every nigger on my place has got at least one living relation. That usually keeps 'em nice and tame-like, and scares most of 'em from runnin' off. Plus it gives you more than just the whip to work with when a nigger starts actin' up. Just threaten to sell his Mama, rape his wife, or whip his boy, and even the feistiest buck will be cryin' 'yessuh, massuh' and 'sho' thing, massuh' in no time at all! Just look how fast this stable-nigger here's done changed his tune soon as we dragged his little sister into things!"

James blushed, realizing he'd already adopted Mr. Potter's strategy on his own. Hadn't he threatened to hurt and sell Elijah's mother and brother on his very first night with the boy? And hadn't he threatened to hurt Jacob's sister when first attempting to have his way with the stable-boy two days earlier?

James shuddered with self-disgust. Christ, I'm a fast learner, he thought to himself. He'd been in the South less than a month, and with little guidance or encouragement he was already nearly as bad as a born-and-bred slave-owning monster like Samuel Potter!

Maybe the man was right. Maybe white men belonged to a cold and calculating race, a people instinctively prone to violence and domination. That would certainly explain why his domination of black boys like Elijah and Abel came to him so effortlessly, like a talent instilled in him at birth. Perhaps Stampley Plantation was his fate, his hereditary destiny fulfilled?

No, that was an outrageous idea, James insisted to himself. No race, or individual human being for that matter, was "naturally" violent or exploitative, or "destined" to dominate and destroy! His mother was a white woman, and the kindest, gentlest Christian spirit he'd ever known. And Jacob, a black man, proved himself plenty capable of rape and violence two days earlier! Theories like Mr. Potter's were nothing more than desperate attempts to appease the white race's collective guilty conscience.

James clutched his head and shut his eyes tightly. Everything was spinning out of control. He was losing his grip on sanity, on everything stable and good from his former life, and he wanted to snatch them back before it was too late.

"The boy's right," James mumbled, looking nervously at Mr. Potter. "There's no need to bring the girl into this."

The overseers rolled their eyes and cursed under their breaths.

"Now wait just one second there, Little Jimmy," Mr. Potter replied sternly. "We had ourselves a deal, remember? You gave your word about not interferin', and I aim to finish what I started!"

"You're right, but you didn't say anything about involving anybody else," James argued weakly.

Even as he spoke, James knew he'd regret this rash interference in another hour or two. His conscience was always strongest in the aftermath of explosive orgasms like the one he'd just unleashed in Jacob's bowels. In fact, he could already feel a rising curiosity to see more of the Negro girl's body, and a titillating thrill at the thought of forcing her to witness and participate in her older brother's sexual humiliation.

"Don't worry, Little Jimmy, we ain't gonna hurt her," Mr. Potter explained. "She's just gonna help us show the boy what happens to runaway niggers. That it ain't a mistake affectin' him only, but also the ones he loves."

"But she....she's just a girl," James protested feebly, painfully aware of his statement's absurd hypocrisy.

"And a damn pretty young thing too!" Mr. Potter declared, licking his lips and looking at Laney as if seeing her for the first time. He caressed her smooth, tear- stained cheek with the back of his hand. Laney flinched from his touch, but had no choice other than to stand still and stare sullenly at the ground.

"Now her brother's shit-hole felt like a hot juicy cunt, and that's the goddamn truth," Mr. Potter continued, still stroking Laney's cheek with his hairy knuckles. "But ain't nothin' can compare to a pretty little nigger girl, 'specially when they're young and ripe like this one here. Ain't that right, boys?"

The other men grunted in enthusiastic agreement. Several of them sported obvious erections through their cotton pants.

"This has gone on long enough!" James exclaimed. He was frustrated with Mr. Potter's lack of cooperation, and embarrassed to feel his own dick stirring to life. "You've had your fun for the day. The boy's been punished to my satisfaction. Now I'm ORDERING you, let the girl be!"

Mr. Potter grinned from ear to ear.

"Now calm down there, Little Jimmy!" he said in a warm, condescending tone. "You bein' new to these parts and all, I'm afraid you ain't got the faintest idea what you're turnin' down! If you DID, you wouldn't be speakin' that foolishness."

"I've made up my mind, Mr. Potter, and I'm insisting that you...." James continued, his face flushed with frustration.

"Ain't nothin' better than some fresh nigger pussy!" Mr. Potter cut him off.

He cupped Laney's chin in his palm and jerked her head from side to side, scrutinizing her face more closely.

"And I do believe this is one of the prettiest goddamn nigger girls I've ever laid eyes on!" Mr. Potter declared, shaking his head in exaggerated disbelief. "I knew your Uncle Walt had himself some cute nigger pups, but DAMN, Little Jimmy! This one's prettier than most virgins I pay prime dollar for out of Atlanta! I've got half a mind to pay you twice what you'd get for her on the market and take her home for myself. Enjoy her sweet little cunt for a week or two, and if she ain't knocked up after that, breed her with a few of my studs. She's probably good for poppin' out at least a dozen pickaninnies 'fore her pussy dries up, if you're lucky. And by the time that happens, her little girls and boys will be grown enough for you to fuck THEIR pussies!"

Laney's cheeks flushed a deep purple. She fixed her gaze straight ahead in sullen endurance, even as a rogue tear ran down her cheek.

Both Jacob and Elijah closed their eyes and tried their best to block out the white man's words.

"She isn't for sale!" James blurted out angrily.

He felt sorry for the helpless slave-girl in front of him. He imagined how terrifying it must be for a lone little black girl to be surrounded by ugly white men clutching at their crotches and salivating over her young body like a tender side of pork. But he also found himself hypnotized by the girl's quiet, stoic beauty, and Mr. Potter's wicked words only stoked his curiosity to see more of her body.

James averted his eyes and kicked nervously at the ground.

"Of course she ain't for sale," Mr. Potter replied with a knowing wink. "What man in his right mind would sell away a fine piece of nigger pussy like this?!?"

Mr. Potter stepped behind Laney and wrapped his thick, hairy arms around her skinny waist, pulling her body roughly against his own. He jerked Laney's head up by her chin, leaned down, and pressed his nose against her nappy, braided hair.

"God-DAMN, I love that nigger smell!" Mr. Potter exclaimed, inhaling deeply. He nuzzled the slave girl's smooth, sweaty neck, taking in another deep breath. "Ain't nothin' like the scent of nigger flesh!"

Mr. Potter smiled lecherously at James. He kept his eyes locked on the younger white man as he stuck out his tongue and slowly licked from the base of Laney's neck to her tiny dark earlobe, nibbling it between his teeth.

Laney's body stiffened with disgust and resentment.

As Mr. Potter licked crudely up and down Laney's salty tear-stained cheeks, his large hands groped at her slender body through the coarse, tight-fitting material of her dress. He ran his hands up her soft, skinny legs, caressed the curves of her hips, and clutched at her small breasts.

"Damn, she's got a tempting little body," Mr. Potter grunted as he sucked greedily at the slave-girl's neck. "Little Jimmy, you'd be a fool to pass up a chance like this! You just ain't LIVED 'til you've had a sweet piece of pussy like this!"

James looked uneasily at the ground. He knew the right thing to do was to storm forward and rescue the frightened girl from Mr. Potter's obscene clutches. But all he could do was stand there frozen, transfixed by the sight of the scared little Negro girl being mauled by the white man's hands and tongue. His heart pounded in his chest and his dick throbbed to life beneath his pants. He could only avert his eyes for a few torturous seconds before glancing guiltily back, eager to feast his eyes on more of the slave-girl's flesh.

"I can see it in your eyes, Little Jimmy," Mr. Potter said as he darted his tongue around the inside of Laney's right ear. "You got nigger fever just as bad as the rest of us. Right this minute, you're standin' there wishin' it was YOU with your hands pawin' at the girl 'stead of me."

James shook his head in embarrassed denial. But the obvious boner stretching out the front of his pants confirmed Mr. Potter's suspicions, and caused a few of the overseers to chuckle in spite of themselves.

"There ain't no use fightin' it," Mr. Potter explained, kneading Laney's breasts and taking another deep whiff of her hair. "You'd have better luck keepin' the sun from risin', or birds from flyin'. Niggers got somethin' white folks don't, some jungle spell or SOMETHIN' that keeps pullin' us back to 'em, no matter how hard or fast we run the other direction. I can't hardly even get my dick up with my wife no more, not after all the juicy nigger cunts I've enjoyed!"

Without warning, Mr. Potter seized the neckline of Laney's dress and tore the cloth from her left shoulder with a loud ripping sound. The left side of the slave-girl's upper body stood completely bare.

Laney instinctively moved to cover her naked breast, but Mr. Potter forced the girl's arms to her side. He then grabbed the cloth still covering Laney's right shoulder and ripped it off the girl's body.

Jacob winced when he heard the ripping of his little sister's dress. Still looking away with eyes tightly shut, he tried to will his imagination to another time and place. He hated the white men for humiliating his little sister, but hated himself even more for being helpless to stop it from happening.

Elijah peeked up from where he was sitting with his knees pulled to his chest. He'd sworn he wouldn't watch, no matter what happened. Laney was his friend. The girl he loved, the girl he imagined marrying one day. A sleazy scenario like this just didn't fit with his hazy, naive notions of romance and sex. But what if Laney never reciprocated his interest? Or what if Master James demanded his "companionship" for weeks, months, or years to come, robbing him of the opportunity to show Laney his true feelings? And if such a thing happened, might this not be his last chance to see a girl naked? The sound of ripping fabric was too much for the teenage boy's horny curiosity, and Elijah glanced sheepishly in Laney's direction.

Despite the thick heat of the summer afternoon, Laney shivered from embarrassment, her pert little breasts exposed for the rest of the room to see. They were small but shapely, half-way between the flat, boyish chest of a prepubescent girl and the heavy voluptuous breasts of a mature woman. They protruded awkwardly from her body, with dark, perky nipples poking out from their tips.

James now stared shamelessly ahead, entranced by the sight before him.

Before today, James had felt only an abstract aesthetic interest in the female body. He'd always been bored and annoyed by the vanity and prissiness of his female pupils. And while he'd enjoyed plenty of friendships with women his own age, they'd always been strictly platonic in nature. His indifference to their flirtations, his utter lack of curiosity to know what lies beneath their blouses and corsets, stood in stark contrast to the strangling lust he frequently felt for his male friends and students.

Until now. To James's great surprise, the dark-skinned slave-girl's half-naked body thrilled and tempted him with its forbidden youth and exotic beauty. He felt a sudden urge to rush forward and devour every inch of the girl's soft black flesh. In just a matter of minutes, James's attitude had shifted from compassion to desire, his determination to rescue the slave-girl now replaced by a craving to possess her young body himself.

Winking playfully at James, Mr. Potter nibbled on Laney's neck. His hands roamed greedily across the girl's naked upper body as she squeezed her eyes shut in resentful endurance. He caressed the girl's stomach, circling her belly-button with the same index finger that had plunged into her older brother's asshole just an hour earlier. He ran his hands along her skinny ribcage until they reached the soft, slight mounds of her chest. Cupping her pointy young breasts in both hands, he clutched, squeezed and tweaked them so roughly that Laney winced with discomfort.

"Damn, these are some pretty nigger tits!" Mr. Potter sighed rapturously. "Not quite as ripe as I like 'em, but firm and fresh all the same."

Mr. Potter nodded invitingly toward James.

James shuffled his feet and scratched anxiously at his arm, paralyzed by guilt and indecision.

"I wish you could see yourself right now!" Mr. Potter laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

"Standin' there droolin' and fidgetin' like a goddamn virgin on his wedding night! When the hell you gonna grow up and realize there ain't nothin' worth cryin' over when it comes to niggers?!? She ain't nothin' but a piece of PUSSY, Little Jimmy! You wouldn't be blushin' and stutterin' and hesitatin' over ridin' a horse, would you? Or milkin' a cow, stealin' a hen's eggs, plowin' a field, or any other damn thing like it? She ain't no more or less than any other piece of property, and the sooner you pound that into your brain and let go of that goddamn Yankee foolishness 'bout niggers bein' human, the happier you'll be, I promise you. Now it's plain as day you want to feel the nigger's tits, so get your scrawny little ass over here and show her who's the Master 'round here!"

Like a snake summoned by its charmer's song, James stepped dizzily forward until he stood just inches from Laney's half-nude body.

"That'a boy!" Mr. Potter said encouragingly. "She ain't gonna bite!"

James stared apologetically into Laney's deep, sad eyes, but could only meet her gaze for a second before lowering his eyes in shame.

"For Christ's sake," Mr. Potter muttered with exasperation. "Do what comes NATURAL, Little Jimmy!"

Mr. Potter reached out, seized James's right arm, and directed the younger man's hand toward Laney's left breast. James surrendered to Mr. Potter's guidance and brushed the back of his hand against Laney's thick, pointy nipple.

James shivered with excitement at this first contact with the slave-girl's warm, sweat-shiny flesh. He placed his palm over the fleshy little bud of a breast and squeezed softly. Emboldened by the strange but arousing sensation, James clutched the tit more firmly, cupping and caressing it beneath his clumsy, trembling fingers.

With his left hand, James reached out to fondle Laney's other breast. He stood there with both arms awkwardly outstretched, eagerly groping the Negro girl's chest.

"What d'ya think, Little Jimmy?" Mr. Potter asked, arching his eyebrows enthusiastically. "Ain't they just the cutest pair of nigger tits you've ever seen?"

James stared intently at the pretty lumps of flesh pressed beneath his palms, oblivious to Mr. Potter and everyone else around him.

"And just think, she's ALL YOURS," Mr. Potter whispered wickedly, clearly enjoying his role as both tempter and teacher. "You can paw at her little body all day if you like, and there ain't a thing she or anybody else can do about it."

James knew the older man was right. The slave-girl belonged to him, and him alone. Her nubile young body was his to enjoy in any way he pleased. He was the plantation puppeteer, and she was simply another addition to his growing collection of puppets. What a strange, seductive world this was, where pale, scrawny white men could snatch up pretty black girls from their families or playmates, any time day or night, and take pleasure from their bodies any way they wished!

James stroked and squeezed Laney's breasts, captivated by the feel of the freshly- sprouted blossoms beneath his fingers.

He glanced anxiously at Laney and noticed that she stared blankly ahead, almost as if this kind of inspection was a regular routine for her. Instead of stirring his sympathy, however, this only made him savor his power over her all the more, sweeping him up in a delirium of curiosity and lust.

James tugged and tweaked Laney's tits with aggressive enthusiasm. As if pulled by some magnetic force, he pressed his face against her ebony bosom and sucked her left tit into his mouth. He slurped on the slave-girl's breast like a starving man who doesn't realize how famished he truly is until seated in front of a feast.

James savored the salty sweetness of the girl's sweaty skin, moaning in surprised pleasure as he played with her nipple between his teeth. He explored every inch of the small breast with his tongue, lapping at it like a thirsty bloodhound after a hunt.

He came up for air only to seize Laney's other tit in his mouth. He sucked at it just as greedily, as if fearing the girl's body would be snatched from him at any moment.

"Well, I'll be damned!" Mr. Potter exclaimed, shaking his head with sincere surprise. "Looks like the Yankee's catchin' on quick, don't it, boys?"

The other men snickered as they rubbed their aching erect cocks in envy.

Jacob squeezed his eyes shut, sickened by the sucking sounds that left no doubt in his mind what was happening. He tried to push away the troubling image of his little sister's exposed body.

Elijah didn't know what to do. One minute, he stood and stared, eager to satisfy his curiosity. The next minute, he crouched in his seat and covered his face with his hands, ashamed of himself for being aroused by Laney's abuse. But he could only stay seated for several seconds before craving another guilty glimpse of the half- naked girl.

"And he ain't even got to the best part yet!" Mr. Potter chuckled. "The tits are fun to play with, I'll give you that. 'Specially nigger tits. But they're just the tease that gets your dick good and wet for the REAL prize."

James pulled his mouth reluctantly off Laney's breasts and stepped dizzily backwards. He stared hungrily at Laney's tits, now sparkling with saliva and branded with bite-marks. But he was also impatient to expose and explore the rest of his slave-girl's body.

"Go ahead, Little Jimmy," Mr. Potter urged, grinning proudly. "I know you're jumpin' at the bit to see the rest of the little nigger."

Mr. Potter released his grip on Laney's waist and stepped away.

James fixed his eyes on the cloth still covering Laney's middle region, eager to feast his eyes on the mystery between the girl's legs. Like a man stooping to drink from a desert oasis, he dropped to his knees so that his face was just inches from Laney's belly-button. He inhaled the intoxicating scent of the girl's skin and sweat, an odor sharp but somehow sweeter than her brother's.

James wrapped his hands around Laney's bare ankles and slowly moved them up the back of her smooth, warm legs. When they reached the edge of her dress, he slipped them beneath the coarse fabric and caressed the soft, round curves of her buttocks.

James thrilled at the touch of the Negro girl's warmth and softness. Desperate to enjoy the rest of her body, he grabbed the waistline of her torn dress and yanked the dirty rag of a skirt to the ground.

He stared ahead, giddy and speechless, at the naked ebony goddess before him. His gaze went immediately to the dark, mysterious region between her legs. To his surprise, there wasn't much to see beyond two slight mounds, divided by a tiny slit and covered in a fuzzy layer of nappy black curls.

"That right there's God's gift to mankind," Mr. Potter sighed, stepping around to get a better view. "And that's one of the prettiest I've seen in some time!"

Elijah jumped to his feet and strained to look over the white men's shoulders. He was eager to see Laney's most private of places for a second time in his young life. He remembered the strange effect it had on him that day by the creek, similar to his more recent and troubling interest in other boys' shit-holes. Maybe a good look at Laney's privates would help purge such nasty thoughts from his mind.

James stared with fear and fascination at the strange crevice between Laney's legs. It repulsed and enticed him at the same time. When he examined boys' bodies, he felt confident and in control. There was something familiar and comforting in the fact that their bodies were more or less similar to his own. They might vary in size, shape, and skin tone, but they didn't confront him with an exotic, unsettling mystery like the folds of flesh just inches from his face.

Sensing James's uneasiness, Mr. Potter stepped forward to the rescue.

"Let me give you a better look," he suggested.

James nodded with relief and staggered to his feet.

Just as he'd done a few minutes earlier, Mr. Potter stood behind Laney, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her tightly against his body.

Without warning, he crammed his fingers into Laney's mouth. She cried out in surprise, but opened her mouth to make room for the stubby fingers.

"That's a good little nigger," Mr. Potter coached, wiggling his fingers around the inside of Laney's mouth. "Get 'em good and wet for that tight pussy of yours."

Mr. Potter motioned for James to move away. He lifted Laney's body off the ground, kicked her crumpled dress to the side, and carried her several steps forward.

James stepped to the side in a daze, confused but intrigued to see what Mr. Potter had in store.

The stocky white man plopped Laney down so that she stood just two feet from where Jacob lay sprawled across the hay-bale, his face turned away in shame and anger.

"You best look this way, boy!" Mr. Potter warned, shoving his fingers in and out of Laney's alarmed mouth.

Still looking away, Jacob let out a groan that sounded more like a plea for mercy than a declaration of defiance.

"I ain't askin' twice," Mr. Potter barked. "If your eyes ain't on your sister by the next time I blink, I swear to God I'll snap the little cunt's neck in two. I don't give a damn HOW pretty she is."

Laney's eyes grew wide with terror. She begged Jacob to cooperate, but the fingers crammed in her mouth choked off her cries. Clenching his eyes shut in anger and dread, Jacob turned his head to face Mr. Potter and Laney.

"Eyes OPEN!" Mr. Potter demanded.

The muscles of Jacob's whip-scarred back rippled with repressed rage. But Jacob knew he was defeated. He knew white men would kill niggers with no more thought than they'd show to stomping a spider. He knew the slightest sign of resistance could end his sister's life. He cringed at how easily the white folks had cowed him into submission, but had no choice other than to open his eyes.

"That's better," Mr. Potter gloated. "You take your eyes off the girl for so much as a SNEEZE, I break the bitch's neck, you understand?!?"

Laney strained her eyes toward the roof, embarrassed to have her naked body flaunted in front of her brother.

Tears filled Jacob's eyes when he saw his little sister. Her nakedness made him squirm with discomfort. Every instinct in his body urged him to look away. But Mr. Potter's grim warning rang in his ears, and he glanced reluctantly at his sister's exposed body.

"Why don't you tell little sis here where I was puttin' these fingers 'bout an hour ago?" Mr. Potter taunted, thrusting his fingers in and out of Laney's mouth.

A lone, bitter tear rolled down Jacob's cheek. Having the white man's fingers shoved up his shit-hole had been humiliating enough. But being forced to DESCRIBE that humiliation to his own sister while watching her lick his own crusted ass-juices off the white man's fingers was absolutely mortifying.

"You deaf, nigger?" Mr. Potter growled, pulling obnoxiously on Laney's tongue. "I guess you've mistook me for a man who repeats himself. You've got five seconds, nigger, 'fore I...."

"My ass," Jacob mumbled.

"Speak up, nigger!" Mr. Potter demanded.

"MY ASS!" Jacob yelled out. His face flushed purple in humiliated rage.

Laney grimaced and gagged, but her disgust only encouraged Mr. Potter to shove his fingers even deeper down her throat.

"You hear that, girl?" Mr. Potter whispered sadistically. "That's your big brother's SHIT-HOLE you've been tastin'! Your brother might play like he's some rough and tough nigger, but don't let him fool you. Not more than an hour ago, these fingers were fuckin' his ass just like pussy! And SPEAKIN' of pussy...."

Mr. Potter grinned and pulled his shiny spit-soaked fingers out of Laney's mouth.

"Let's give your new Master and brother here a better look, shall we?"

Mr. Potter reached down and slid his index finger into the tight slit between Laney's legs. She let out a slight gasp of pain as the older white man split her girlhood with his thick-knuckled finger.

Inspired by Laney's audible discomfort, Mr. Potter plunged two more spit-covered fingers into the tight, warm folds of the young girl's vulva.

"Lord Almighty, boys, this is one hell of a tight pussy!" Mr. Potter announced gleefully.

With both hands, Mr. Potter spread the dark folds of skin between Laney's legs to expose the purple-pink parts hidden within.

He winked at James, who leaned forward to stare in wide-eyed wonder. James thought it looked like an exotic flower, its petals spread in full bloom.

Elijah skulked behind the other onlookers, anxious to see what everyone else was staring at so excitedly. He peeked over the white men's shoulders and ducked to look between their legs - anything he could do to catch a glimpse of Laney's pussy. When he finally laid eyes on it, his dick leapt to life and made an embarrassing tent in the front of his ragged pants.

Jacob strained to keep his vision blurry and unfocused.

"You gettin' a good look at that pussy, nigger?!?" Mr. Potter asked as he rubbed Laney's dark-purple clit between his fingers.

His face lit up as if suddenly possessed with a wicked idea.

"Who the hell you tryin' to fool, actin' like you ain't just as interested in what's 'tween her legs as the rest of us?!? Come on, now....with a pretty young thing like this for a sister, you can't tell me you ain't never thought about her pussy! Wishin' she wasn't your sister so's you could shove that Mandingo spear of yours up inside her?!?"

"Go to hell, you nasty-ass cracker motherfucker!" Jacob hissed, forsaking caution in a fierce flash of temper.

Jacob told himself that his anger rose out of concern for Laney. But deep down, he knew it was because the older white man had touched on a disturbing truth.

It was the same defensiveness he felt when other niggers whistled as Laney walked past, or his buddies teased him about how much they'd love to fuck Laney if she wasn't his little sister. On a couple occasions, he even got into fistfights with men he felt were too vocal or crude in their appreciation of Laney's beauty. At the time, he convinced himself he was simply protecting his little sister. But he could never shake the nagging awareness that his outbursts were partly provoked by envy.

Deep down, he knew his buddies were right. Laney was one of the prettiest girls on Stampley Plantation. If she wasn't his sister, he'd drool over her sexy little body right along with them, and probably try his damnedest to charm his way between her legs. She even snuck into his sex dreams from time to time, usually after catching an accidental glimpse of her naked body while she undressed before bed. Jacob felt ashamed for entertaining such immoral thoughts, even in his sleep. But now, through this unexpected turn of events, his little sister's naked body was just inches away, and his white tormentor was taunting him with his most repressed desires.

"Wha'd'ya think, Little Jimmy....sounds like I touched a nerve, don't it?" Mr. Potter laughed.

James nodded distractedly, spellbound by the sight of Laney's spread-open petals.

"You ain't foolin' nobody, boy!" Mr. Potter scoffed, plucking at the folds of Laney's parted vagina. "You niggers are worse than my DOGS when it comes to fuckin'! I swear, niggers will fuck anything that MOVES! Don't matter who or what it is, long as it gets their dicks wet. Women, men, girls, boys, dogs, horses, goats....Hell, you boys'd probably fuck your own assholes if the good Lord would let you!"

The other men laughed at their boss's joke and continued tugging at their dicks.

"You name it, I've seen niggers try it!" Mr. Potter explained. "Shit, one time I caught two niggers takin' turns at fuckin' a WATERMELON! Now we all know niggers love them some watermelon, but even for a jaded old man like me, that one was a first!"

Mr. Potter's story was met with another outburst of horny, liquor-thick laughter.

"My point bein'," Mr. Potter said more sternly, "that it don't matter if she's your sister or not. At the end of the day, a nigger like you don't care who the pussy belongs to, so long as it's pussy. So don't tell me you've been sleepin' under the same roof as a sweet piece of pussy like this, and never ONCE thought about tryin' it out for yourself!"

"Fuck you," Jacob growled, but this time his voice cracked with guilt and fear. "Only crackers think 'bout fuckin' they own family!"

"Is that so?" Mr. Potter asked. "Well, listen to this, and tell me you don't wish it was YOUR fingers feelin' up inside this tight little pussy!"

Mr. Potter forced his fingers in and out of Laney's vagina with obnoxious speed and intensity. The wetness of his saliva-slick fingers combined with an involuntary moistening between Laney's legs to make a noisy sucking-popping-slurping sound with every plunge of the white man's fingers.

James watched with envy and instinctively grasped his reawakened dick.

Elijah kneeled on the dirt-floor and watched the show between the overseers' legs. Without thinking, he slipped his hand down the front of his pants and began playing with the growing bulge beneath.

"Ain't that the sweetest sound you've ever heard?" Mr. Potter taunted.

Jacob tried to shut the sounds out of his mind. They made him think of the mysterious treasure between his little sister's legs. Sure, he'd jerked off to thoughts of Laney on one or two occasions. But he'd always felt disgusted with himself afterward! And he'd never SERIOUSLY considered pursuing those desires. His steady stream of flings and girlfriends had always kept temptation at bay.

But now Jacob was presented with an opportunity to indulge his interest in his little sister's body. Deep down, he felt an unmistakable pang of excitement to think that a white man's perverse imagination might give him an excuse to explore his most taboo fantasy.

Jacob hated himself for entertaining such vile thoughts. Maybe the heat was going to his head! If not that, then surely the stress and suffering of the past two days had affected his sanity!

The sounds of fingers thrusting in and out of Laney's pussy throbbed maddeningly in his mind. Eventually, his curiosity got the better of him and he slowly focused his eyes on the forbidden space between his little sister's legs.

"It's a real beauty, ain't it?" Mr. Potter smiled, as if reading Jacob's mind.

Jacob gazed guiltily ahead, taking in his first close-up look at the most private part of his sister's body. It looked familiar, like the dozens of females he'd fucked over the years, yet strangely new and exciting. His dick twitched ever-so-slightly beneath him.

"Sit up, boy!" Mr. Potter ordered.

Jacob hesitated, reluctant to expose his naked front to Laney.

"C'mon now, nigger, we ain't got all day," Mr. Potter said impatiently. "It's only fair she gets to see your privates too, ain't it?"

Jacob knew there was no point in resisting. His bound hands made movement difficult, but with some effort he was able to flip himself into a sitting position on the hay-bale's edge.

Jacob's face flushed a deep purple. He stared sullenly at the ground, embarrassed anew by his nakedness in front of Laney and the white men. Specks of straw stuck to his sweaty, mud-caked chest, and his dick hung heavily over the hay-bale's edge.

Laney averted her eyes from the scene in front of her, but Mr. Potter grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look straight ahead.

"Wha'd'ya think, girl?" Mr. Potter whispered in Laney's ear as he fucked her with his fingers. "You must be real proud, havin' a handsome buck like him for a brother! I bet he's real popular with the women, ain't he?"

Laney's face showed little emotion beyond a kind of impatient annoyance with Mr. Potter's questions.

Mr. Potter continued cheerfully: "How's it make you feel, hearin' your girlfriends gossip 'bout how good it feels to have your brother's meat up inside 'em? I bet it makes your pussy all hot and juicy like it's gettin' right now, don't it?"

Laney scowled and shook her head in protest.

"C'mon now, this ain't no time for secrets," Mr. Potter coaxed. "You can admit to lettin' those pretty brown eyes of yours wander down to that bulge in the front of your brother's pants, wonderin' if it's longer or shorter, thicker or skinnier than the other dicks you've had 'tween your legs. Or sneakin' off to spy on big brother pumpin' his thick nigger cock into one of your friends? Listenin' to her moanin' and screamin' his name, wishin' he was buckin' 'tween YOUR legs 'stead of hers? Wishin' he'd dump his hot load up inside YOU instead?"

Laney wrinkled up her nose in disgust.

Mr. Potter forced four fingers inside her, stretching her young vaginal walls to their limits.

Withdrawing his fingers from Laney's pussy with a loud plopping sound, Mr. Potter stepped forward and shoved them into Jacob's mouth. The stable-boy spat and sputtered in surprise, but didn't dare seal his lips or bite the white man's fingers. He relaxed his mouth to accommodate the intrusion, trying not to think about the fact that he was tasting his own little sister's pussy-juices.

"Sweet as Christmas candy, ain't it?" Mr. Potter asked, winking lewdly at Jacob as he wiped his sticky fingers on the slave-boy's tongue.

Jacob lowered his eyes, feeling small and defeated in the stocky white man's shadow.

"Well, it's a lucky day for both of you niggers, seein' as I'm in a generous mood," Mr. Potter said jovially. "Since neither of you seem ready to admit your dirty thoughts any time soon, I'm gonna make things easy for you!"

Mr. Potter pulled his fingers from Jacob's mouth and wiped them on the front of his pants. He reached into his back pocket, pulled out a knife, and cut loose the rope binding Jacob's hands.

Jacob shook the blood back into his hands, and awaited his next orders with anxiety and anticipation.

"Wha'd'ya say, boys?" Mr. Potter asked eagerly, spinning around to look at the other white men in the room. "Who wants to see the buck go at it with his little sister?"

The rest of the men roared with cheers of approval.

James shuffled his feet uneasily. He felt like he should interfere before things got carried away. But he had to hand it to Mr. Potter, the idea was definitely titillating.

Elijah had an uneasy flashback to a few days earlier, when Master James had forced him into a similar encounter. Yet somehow this felt different. Arousing in a way he couldn't quite understand. He wanted Laney's body for himself, but the thought of watching her get fucked by her own brother stirred curiosity and excitement instead of envy or possessiveness. He wrapped his hand around his sweaty teenage cock and pumped with increasing energy.

Mr. Potter looked directly at Laney and nodded in her brother's direction. "You heard 'em, girl! Give us a show we'll never forget, and maybe, just maybe, we'll let your brother live!"

Laney's jaw hung open in speechless surprise.

"Well, don't just stand there!" Mr. Potter barked impatiently. "Make your big brother's dreams come true!"

Laney's eyes flashed with fear and panic.

"I....I don't understand," she mumbled in a soft, shaky voice.

"Oh, for Christ's sake, girl, don't play dumb with me!" Mr. Potter scoffed, ignoring the tears welling up in the slave-girl's eyes. "All I'm askin' is that you...."

"Leave her be!" Jacob interrupted. He sincerely wanted to save Laney from the shame of what she was being asked to do. But more than that, he wanted to spare HIMSELF the danger of actually ENJOYING such an encounter, something he knew Laney would never be able to fathom or forgive. He could already feel a stirring in his loins, and feared what he might do, should his naked sister step any closer.

"It ain't right," Jacob mumbled. "Makin' us do stuff together. She's just a kid...."

His voice trailed off in defeat. A selfish part of him hoped that his pleading would fall on deaf ears.

"Listen here, girl," Mr. Potter snapped. "I know you ain't a stranger to pleasurin' white men. All I'm askin' is that you treat big brother here like a white man, just this once. Show him and the rest of us what a little slut you are for his cock!"

Tears streamed silently down Laney's cheeks. She looked helplessly at Jacob, as if pleading for him to save her from this nightmarish turn of events. But Jacob could only look away, powerless to protect her from the ordeal to come.

For a fleeting moment, James wondered if Mr. Potter was going too far. But hadn't James himself done the very same thing a week earlier? His already-throbbing dick jumped at the memory of little Thad on all fours, stuffed with his big brother's cock. Wasn't this the ultimate power of slave ownership, this ability to defy the laws of nature, to pervert and pollute the sacred boundaries between brothers and sisters? To use an entire race of people as play-actors in one's most deviant and forbidden fantasies, with no fears of legal punishment or social exile?

"Jesus fucking Christ," Mr. Potter snarled.

He shoved Laney so hard that she stumbled into her brother, who caught her in his arms. Laney slumped half-kneeling, half-standing against Jacob's nude, seated body. She buried her face in his neck and burst into embarrassed sobs. Jacob reached his arms around her and patted her back in a clumsy effort to console her. Under ordinary circumstances, it would have been an innocent enough embrace; their nudity, however, made it a miserably awkward moment.

Laney's embrace was Jacob's first contact with a sympathetic human in what felt like an eternity, and he wished he could cling to his sister like that forever. But the warmth of Laney's skin stirred feelings quite different from normal brotherly affection. Her small body felt so soft, so inviting, and made him suddenly, acutely aware that it had been over two days since his last sexual release.

Jacob nuzzled the top of Laney's head.

"I'se sorry, Laney," he whispered tenderly in her ear. "I ain't mean for you to get dragged into this, I swear. I don't know what I'se gonna do if you don't forgive me."

Jacob wondered if he was apologizing for past or future transgressions. He took a deep, guilty breath and continued:

"But we....we gots to do what the white man say, else it'll be worse off for both of us. You gots to be brave, Laney. It'll all be over soon, I promise."

Laney stopped crying and looked up at Jacob with sad, scared eyes.

Jacob wiped away her tears with his knuckles, and then gently took her face in both hands. A streak of snot dripped to her full, fleshy lips, which were wet with spit and tears. Caught up in the intensity and inevitability of the moment, Jacob pulled Laney's face to his own, and covered her lips with his.

It was just a clumsy peck at first. Laney sputtered with surprise and disgust, and jerked her head back in protest. But Jacob held her face tightly and pulled her into another kiss. This time he pressed his lips against hers for several seconds, long enough to feel the wetness and contours of her lips.

The initial sensation was a bit queasy, not unlike a child's first kiss. But Jacob knew there was no going back now. Even if he'd wanted to stop, and he wasn't sure he did, he and Laney were surrounded by white men demanding that they continue.

Jacob locked his lips with Laney's in a longer, more urgent kiss. His thick, chapped lips sucked on her sweet, fleshy mouth - nervously at first, then with an increasing appetite. His tongue pushed past her lips to taste her teeth, gums, and tongue.

Laney resisted at first, but gradually relaxed her mouth to allow easier entry. She followed Jacob's lead, stiffly sucking on his lips in timid exploration. She broke away to let out a half-laugh, half-sob of shame and disbelief. But eventually she settled into a steady rhythm of shy but sensual kisses.

Mr. Potter exploded into hysterical laughter.

"Well, I'll be damned!" he exclaimed. "Looks like I was right, boys! Just look at them niggers goin' at it! Just like kissin' their own kin comes as natural to 'em as singin' and dancin'!"

Jacob heard the white man's laughter as a distant echo. He felt like he did when drinking dandelion whiskey with his buddies.

His conscience screamed at him, "You'se kissin' your little sister, you sick son-of-a- bitch!" But something more primal and powerful than conscience possessed him, pushing all thoughts of honor and morality aside. The taste of Laney's lips and the touch of her silky-smooth skin worked him into a frenzy of lust.

A sharp pang of self-hatred flashed across Jacob's mind: What if the white folks were right? Maybe niggers were natural breeders after all. Wild animals with huge dicks but tiny brains, skilled at fucking but not much else. That would explain why he and his buddies spent most of their time chasing after pussy, or bragging about their latest conquests, instead of learning to read or plotting an escape. It would also explain why he now found himself pawing at his little sister, eager to put his cock inside her. Maybe niggers' lack of self-control over their sexual appetites was just the natural way of things?

Jacob kissed Laney more passionately, as if doing so might purge such thoughts from his mind.

Laney seemed to be kissing him back. Jacob wondered if she was simply obeying orders out of fear for her life, or if she too was exploring a taboo attraction to HIM? His dick jumped at the thought, and continued stretching and stiffening with every slurp of Laney's lips.

Jacob wrapped his hands around Laney's waist and rested them rigidly on her back. He was eager to explore more of his little sister's body, but anxious about how she might react.

"Go ahead and feel her up, boy!" Mr. Potter shouted between gasps of wheezy laughter. "Ain't no point pretendin' you don't want to!"

Mr. Potter stepped impatiently forward, grabbed both of Jacob's hands, and placed them firmly on Laney's outturned buttocks.

Jacob hesitated at first, but then slowly sank his fingers into the smooth, soft flesh of his sister's high-rising ass-cheeks.

"Now that's more like it," Mr. Potter said with an approving nod. "Plenty of white men would pay a pretty penny to get their paws on a sweet little thing like her. You best not be ungrateful, boy!"

But Jacob no longer needed the white man's encouragement. The thrill of touching his little sister's naked body for the first time unleashed a rush of repressed desire. His breathing grew heavier, his kissing became more insistent, and his hands roamed hungrily all over Laney's backside.

He slid his hands up her smooth, skinny legs. He clutched at her bony shoulder blades, caressed the ridges of her spine, and covered the warm cushions of her ass- cheeks with both hands. As soon as he satisfied one curiosity, it was replaced with a dozen others.

As Jacob's tongue lunged deeper into Laney's mouth, he pressed his hand tentatively against her left breast and waited to see how she'd respond. Other than a slight gasp, she showed no resistance to his touch. Encouraged by this passivity, Jacob brought his right hand around to cup her other breast. He kissed her more fervently and clutched both breasts tightly in his hands. He could hardly believe that the slight budding mounds of his little sister's chest now lay naked beneath his hands.

Jacob broke away from his kissing to take Laney's tits in his mouth, sucking on their stiff nipples like a starving calf. He glanced nervously up at her, hoping she wasn't hurt or humiliated by his probing hands. Her eyes were clenched shut, and her body felt tense beneath his touch; whether in shame or pleasure he couldn't tell.

Elijah's jaw hung open and his dick jerked upward as he watched the bizarre scene unfold. He was surprised by the stable-boy's greedy groping, and aroused by Laney's awkward surrender to it. He knew he should be shocked and disgusted, but instead felt a heart-pounding eagerness to see more.

James was both troubled and titillated by the taboo encounter. It disturbed him to think of his complicit role in corrupting the relationship between brother and sister, all for a temporary taboo thrill. But he still couldn't bring himself to stop it. In fact, he felt a sense of sadistic pleasure in this power to defile and perhaps destroy one of the most intimate of human relationships.

Jacob tore his lips from Laney's and gently pushed her into a standing position. His hands slid slowly down her abdomen, pausing at the wooly patch of hair below her belly-button.

Jacob had seen plenty of pussies over the years, but none had ever been as mysterious and tempting as Laney's was to him in that moment. The fact that it belonged to his SISTER, and that under no other circumstances could he have ever had such intimate access to her beauty, made this part of her body a rare treasure in his eyes.

Jacob brushed the back of his hand against Laney's bush, thrilling to its soft, crisp touch. Trembling with anticipation, he gently pushed his index finger into the tight, moist crevice of her pussy. He slowly slipped a second, then a third finger into its folds, feeling its forbidden insides for the first time.

Laney's breathing tightened as Jacob wiggled his fingers inside her. He spread apart her pussy-mounds and played with the purple-pink flaps of flesh within. As he massaged her clit with his fingers, his cock stretched to a complete erection, jutting straight up in the air.

"I guess the idea of fuckin' your own sister ain't so gross after all," Mr. Potter observed, pointing at Jacob's hard-on.

Laney opened her eyes, startled and dismayed to see Jacob's coal-black cobra straining its precum-sticky head toward the space between her legs. Jacob shrugged his shoulders with a puppy-dog look of apology.

Mr. Potter stepped up to Laney and whispered in her ear:

"How's it feel, knowin' big brother sprung a boner after feelin' you up? First he takes it up the ass like a bitch, and now he wants to rape his own baby sister. Ain't quite the brother you thought he was, huh?"

Laney jerked her head away in annoyance. She stared sadly at Jacob as if begging him to refute the white man's words. But Jacob just stared at the ground in shame.

"Well, don't just stand there!" Mr. Potter exclaimed. "Now's your chance to see what the other girls be gossipin' about! Go ahead, I know you're droolin' for a taste of big brother's African warrior!"

Mr. Potter grabbed Laney by her pigtails and yanked her to her knees. He then kicked her in the back so that she fell forward, face-first into her brother's crotch.

Laney looked apprehensively at the dark pole towering in the air.

Jacob looked down at her sympathetically, torn between pity for his scared little sister and an intense craving to feel her pretty wet lips wrapped around his dick.

Mr. Potter gripped Laney by the back of the head and pushed her face against Jacob's wooly tangled pubic hair.

"Please, Massuh," Laney pleaded, her soft voice muffled by Jacob's musky crotch. "Please don't make me put his thing in my mouf, Massuh. It ain't right, Massuh. It ain't natural."

"What the hell you know about 'right' or 'natural'?!?" Mr. Potter snapped. "Shit, nigger girls nowadays are practically BORN with dicks in their mouths! So you best stop your cryin' and show us what those coon lips of yours was made for. 'Less you want to be visitin' your big brother in the nigger graveyard!"

Laney looked sheepishly up at Jacob, who guiltily avoided her gaze. She stared at the purple-black limb leaping toward her lips, and circled its base with her right hand. Choking back tears, she stuck out her tongue and licked slowly up its length.

"There you go," Mr. Potter coached. "Get it good and wet!"

Laney flinched from the first taste of Jacob's cock, but closed her eyes and licked up and down the length of its shaft. Once it was shiny with spit, she reluctantly placed its thick mushroom-head between her lips. She held it there for several seconds, as if debating whether to continue. Taking a deep breath, she slowly lowered her head to allow the first two inches of Jacob's cock to slide into her mouth.

Jacob gasped as his dick slipped between Laney's thick and juicy lips. He watched as she struggled to fit his massive manhood in her tiny mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, stiffly at first, then with increased ease and confidence. She rotated between rapid gulps and slow, sensual sucking, occasionally pausing to pant for air and spit a glob of saliva on Jacob's shaft. She devoted herself to her duties with a kind of detached, mechanical diligence that Jacob knew came from years of similar service in the laps of white men.

Jacob stared in disbelief as his dick disappeared in the dark, warm depths of Laney's mouth, sliding back out, shiny with spit, for only a second before diving back in again.

Elijah kneeled on the stable's dirt floor, his pants now pushed to his knees. He darted his head left and right to get the best view. He spit in his palm and circled it around his upward-straining shaft. Jerking up and down on his dick, he tried to imagine how Laney's lips would feel, wrapped around his dick. He wondered if they'd feel better or worse than a boy's.

James watched the scene breathlessly, unbuttoning his pants to release his aching cock. He didn't know what he envied more: Jacob's enjoyment of a beautiful girl's lips, or Laney's mouthful of glorious Mandingo manhood.

The rest of the white men crowded in a circle around Jacob and Laney, cheering as they would for a boxing match or cockfight. Their pants lay crumpled at their ankles, and their fists pumped furiously up and down their exposed, erect dicks. They watched with drunken excitement, leaning in for a close-up view as they shouted out instructions:

"Smack that nigger-meat against your face!"

And Laney swung Jacob's shaft so that it slapped her cheeks and neck with noisy, sticky smacking sounds.

"Suck on those sweaty nigger balls!"

And Laney dove down to take Jacob's large, midnight-black testicles reluctantly into her mouth, rolling them around with her tongue.

"Choke on that cock, bitch!"

Mr. Potter barked this last command as he gripped Laney by the back of the neck and forced her face all the way down on Jacob's towering ebony spear. Laney's brown eyes bulged with panic and she struggled to pull up for air. Her resistance only provoked Mr. Potter to push more violently. He shoved her face down until her nose was buried in Jacob's wild musky pubes, the entire shaft of his cock crammed up her throat.

The white men laughed at Laney's muffled screams, and cheered as she choked so violently that a foamy mixture of saliva and bile gushed from the corners of her mouth.

Mr. Potter allowed Laney to gag just to the point of passing out. Then he yanked up her head by its greasy pigtails, letting her gulp for air as her chin dripped with drool and precum. This reprieve lasted only a few seconds before he once again impaled Laney's face with her brother's cock, while the white men laughed cruelly at another round of noisy gagging.

Jacob felt the white men closing in on him like vultures. Their drunken laughter heightened his awareness of Laney's suffering, as well as his own complicity in their cruelty. But instead of making him go instantly soft, Laney's gags and stifled screams only made his cock strain to stab her mouth more deeply. The smallness of her lips and tightness of her throat milked his dick to full, throbbing life in spite of his pangs of conscience. He closed his eyes, tossed his head back, and surrendered to the pleasures of his little sister's mouth.

Without realizing it, Jacob began bucking his hips into the deepest reaches of Laney's throat. His breathing turned to tight, urgent gasps of desire. The world around him fell away, leaving only his body's desperate demand for pleasure and release.

"Hot damn, I've done seen it all!" Mr. Potter declared, shaking his head in amusement. "Looks to me like the nigger's taken a liking to his baby sister's mouth, don't it, boys?"

The other men grunted distractedly. They pulled fiercely at their red, stubby dicks, which jutted into the air like a circle of torches.

"Wha'd'ya say we let the horny ape try out her pussy, huh, boys?" Mr. Potter cried out eagerly.

Jacob's eyes jerked open in half-sincere alarm. Mr. Potter's words didn't exactly come as a surprise. Still, he feared that what came next would forever alter his relationship with Laney. And at the same time, he yearned for the precious prize between her legs.

Laney pulled her head off his dick, gasping for air and wiping her slobbery mouth on her bare arm. Her young bosom heaved up and down in dread.

"Please, Massuh," Jacob objected weakly. "It ain't s'posed to be like this 'tween kin."

"It don't look to me like that dick of yours gives a damn 'bout kin or no-kin," Mr. Potter said with a devilish smirk.

He pointed at Jacob's upward-strutting dick, which pulsed with anticipation as Laney's spit streamed down its sides.

Jacob blushed and lowered his eyes, lacking a convincing comeback.

What happened next seemed like flashes from a dizzy, delirious dream.

Mr. Potter ordered Jacob to stand up, and flung Laney onto the bale of hay so she lay sprawled on her back. He kicked at her legs, spreading them wide-open in obscene but irresistible invitation. With a sweeping gesture of his arm, he motioned for Jacob to take a place at the feast prepared for him.

Laney's arm draped over her face, as if trying to hide it from the hungry eyes staring at her from all directions.

Jacob hesitated, just long enough to feel a boot strike him from behind. It sent him stumbling forward so that his body fell into an awkward position atop his sister.

Jacob's muscles recoiled from the strange, sudden intimacy with his sister's naked body. An instinctive disgust seized hold of him, and he came perilously close to disentangling his body from hers. But he stayed frozen, his body smashed awkwardly against hers, his head just inches from the arm that covered her face in shame.

He felt her smooth, sweaty skin sticking to his as she squirmed under the weight of his muscular body. He smelled her familiar scent, a mixture of cooking grease, soil, and creek-water. He felt the nipples on her swollen little breasts stiffen against his chest. These sensations calmed Jacob's nerves and tempted him to experience his little sister's body in ways he'd never dared to dream of.

Most enticing of all, however, was the heat between Laney's legs. His hips churned instinctively in a gentle up-and-down motion, pressing his sweaty body even closer against Laney's.

Jacob leaned down and gently kissed the nape of Laney's neck.

"I'se sorry, Laney," he whispered sadly, but his breathless voice betrayed his true excitement. "I'll....I'll try to make it quick," he added sheepishly.

Jacob shifted his hips to line up with Laney's, and poked his rock-hard prick at the warm, moist crevice between her legs. Fumbling like an over-eager virgin, he reached down and guided his pussy-starved manhood to its desired target. He placed its flared head between the tiny mounds of Laney's vagina, and PUSHED. With one gentle but insistent thrust, he broke past his little sister's pussy-walls and sank all eight inches deep inside her dark squishy cave.

Laney's body went rigid with resistance, and squirmed to make room for the unwelcome intruder.

Jacob's entire body shivered from the overwhelming pleasure of feeling his cock in the clutches of his little sister's pussy. He slowly withdrew his dick from its grip, and then dipped it back in without a moment's hesitation. He repeated this again and again, pulling out gently and then plunging back in with tender but demanding thrusts.

With every downward push, his cock probed the contours of Laney's cunt, exploring for the first thrilling time its unique size and shape. He listened to his sister's reluctant sighs, and modified his movements to maximize her pleasure. He settled into a steady rhythm of slow, sensual strokes, his hips churning into her with gentle circular motions.

The circle of cock-stroking spectators closed in even tighter. The sound of their raspy breathing and dick-beating was punctuated with occasional grunts of "God- DAMN, this shit's got me hard as hell!" or "Fuck what I wouldn't give to take that stable-nigger's place!" From time to time, Jacob even felt a clammy hand clutching at his buttocks, forcing him to fuck Laney with faster and deeper thrusts.

Mr. Potter was the most vocal of the bunch.

"Now ain't that a sight for horny eyes!" he exclaimed excitedly. "That stable-nigger makes fuckin' his own sister look like the most natural thing in the world, don't he? Didn't I tell you that niggers be just like beasts when it comes to fuckin'?"

Jacob winced. There he was, his sweaty body smashed atop Laney's, fucking her pussy with little hesitation. He knew that in that moment he must look very much like the dumb, grunting animal the white men thought he was.

But the pleasure of burying his cock deep inside his little sister was simply too intense to resist. Laney's pussy felt tighter, hotter, and juicier than any he'd fucked before. In this frenzy of lust, everything else was forgotten: his hatred of white men, his fears for his life, his asshole still burning from its assault just an hour earlier. All terror and shame disappeared as he concentrated on the euphoric pleasure pulsing through his dick and balls.

Jacob's sensual, circular strokes accelerated into fast, aggressive thrusts. He propped himself up so that he could look down at his cock pumping in and out of his little sister's pussy, splitting open its dark mounds with sharp, relentless stabs. His ass arched higher with every thrust, bucking into Laney with wild abandon.

Laney's quiet sighs turned into loud, steady cries. Jacob wasn't sure if they were moans of pleasure or of pain, but at this point he didn't really care. The only thing that mattered now was his selfish, all-consuming lust for his little sister's body.

Jacob's breathing came short and fast as he pounded Laney repeatedly, urged on by the noisy slurping-smacking sounds of his cock slamming into her sopping-wet pussy. Sweat dripped from his body onto her shiny ebony bosom.

He seized her tender young breast-buds, squeezing them as his dick plunged into her with ever-increasing hunger. He buried his face in her neck, kissing and licking her sweaty skin. He mumbled half-intelligible apologies in her ear, even as his dick ripped open her insides with merciless intensity.

Jacob slammed into Laney's body with such speed and force that they nearly fell off the bale of hay. With every lunge of his hips, her breasts jiggled obscenely, and her legs kicked violently in the air. He could already feel pre-cum leaking into her cunt, and knew he wouldn't be able to hold off orgasm much longer. He felt a sudden, ferocious urge to shoot his steamy spunk deep inside his sister's privates.

As his body heaved itself into a final assault of staccato strokes, Jacob suddenly felt Laney's arms around his back, pulling him tighter against her body. Her small hands moved slowly, shyly down his back until they reached the high-arching slopes of his ass. Her skinny fingers stretched across his buttocks....tentatively at first, then in braver exploration....clutching and caressing them as she pulled him deeper into her. At the same time, her slender, silky-smooth legs closed around his back in a tight embrace. Her heels dug firmly into his ass-cheeks and refused him the option of withdrawal.

This sent Jacob's body plunging over the edge of orgasm. With a loud, euphoric grunt, he buried his cock in the warm, ravaged folds of Laney's pussy and blasted his pent-up juices deep inside her body. As his cock pumped stream after stream of hot, milky cum, Laney's body convulsed beneath him, and he realized she was enjoying a forbidden orgasm of her own.

He collapsed on top of Laney in a weary, sweat-soaked slump. Laney's hands released his buttocks and returned to cover her face. All he could hear was her labored breathing and his own pounding heartbeat.

Jacob felt a wave of shame sweep over him. Had he really just obeyed a white man's order to rape his little sister? Had he actually dumped a load of cum in his very own flesh and blood? He wondered if his relationship with Laney could recover from such a bizarre and unnatural encounter. She seemed to feel pleasure in the final moments of their fucking, but was that something she'd be able to admit or understand? If he lived past today, would she be able to look at him without resentment? Would their jokes have the same playfulness, the same innocence?

But even more disturbing was the possibility he'd want to do it again. Could he look at his sister's clothed body without recalling its nakedness? Could he look at her lips without wanting them wrapped around his dick? Could he sleep under the same roof, night after night, and resist the temptation to take pleasure from her body a second, third, or fourth time?

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Jacob was startled back to reality by the shrill sounds of white men arguing with one another.

"You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing 'less I say so!" Mr. Potter was shouting angrily.

"Awwwww, come on, Potter!" Mr. Snopes replied impatiently. "You mean to tell me after rippin' off the bitch's clothes and danglin' her in front of us like a big ol' juicy worm on a hook, you ain't gonna let us fuck her?!? Just who you tryin' to punish, anyway....the runaway coon or your own men?!?"

The other overseers grumbled in agreement as their cock-tugging slowed to a frustrated halt.

"You best watch your tone with me," Mr. Potter warned. "Little Jimmy's put ME in charge here, and I aim to do things as I see fit. And I ain't through punishin' the stable-nigger just yet!"

Jacob's back-muscles tightened defensively.

"What's wrong, boy?" Mr. Potter asked, bending over to grin in Jacob's face. "You didn't think we were just going to let you enjoy some good pussy and head home for supper, did you? Come on, now....even niggers ain't THAT stupid!"

Jacob scowled and kept his head nuzzled against the nape of Laney's neck.

"What, you think shootin' nigger-juice up your baby sister's cunt makes you some kind of man again?" Mr. Potter taunted.

He leaned in so close that his spit sprinkled the back of Jacob's neck.

"Boy, that didn't prove nothin' 'cept that niggers will fuck anything that moves. It don't do a DAMN thing to change the fact that just an hour ago, you were givin' up that juicy ass-cunt of yours to a white man's prick! Shit, boy, my spunk's STILL swimmin' around your asshole, tryin' to make us a pretty mulatto baby!"

The other men chuckled nervously.

Jacob wished he could stop Laney from hearing the white man's words.

"Nigger, you're just as much a bitch as your sister!" Mr. Potter hissed in Jacob's ear. "You might as well have cut off your cock and called your asshole a cunt the minute you decided to strike a white man and run away! Baby sister might still think you're a man, but we're about to show her otherwise....ain't that right, boys?"

The other men shot each other disappointed looks, but mumbled a begrudging assent.

Mr. Potter snatched a handful of Jacob's hair and dragged him off of Laney's body.

As Jacob stumbled to his feet, cum oozed from the tip of his sticky-soft dick. Laney lay sprawled and exposed, her chest heaving with shame and fear.

"This ain't nap-time, bitch!" Mr. Potter barked at Laney. "Get on your pretty little knees and suck these men's dicks 'til they're hard enough to fuck your brother!"

The other men let out a collective groan of disappointment.

"For Christ's sake, shut the hell up with your complainin'!" Mr. Potter growled. "I know y'all want to see justice served out just as much as me. We just now showed this stable-nigger he ain't nothin' but a monkey, willin' and able to fuck his own kinfolk. And before that, Little Jimmy and me tried to tame the wild buck by rapin' his ass and robbin' his manhood. But we've only BEGUN breakin' in the nigger- boy's pussy!"

Mr. Potter seized Jacob by the chin and showed his face off to the circle of men.

"You see the way he grits his teeth, like he's tryin' his damnedest not to spit in my face? And see that scowl in his eyes? I ain't leavin' 'til we've fucked that look clear off that cracker-hatin' face of his! Each and every one of us is gonna do our part in rippin' open his tight little asshole 'til it don't just feel and sound like pussy, but LOOKS like one too! Now I ain't gonna ask you again, girl....ON YOUR KNEES!"

Laney stood up timidly. She shot Jacob a shamefaced sideways glance and sank to her knees next to the bale of hay.

Mr. Potter bent Jacob over the bale of hay so that his globular whip-lashed buttocks arched into the air, his face just a couple feet from his kneeling sister.

"Okay, Richardson, let's give it another go!" Mr. Potter said gruffly.

Richardson shuffled hesitantly forward, his pants bunched at his feet and dick dangling in his right hand.

"Now I know it ain't what you're used to," Mr. Potter explained in a gentler tone of voice. "But that's where the bitch comes in handy. Use her mouth to get your prick good and hard, then poke it in the stable-nigger's shit-hole. Trust me, his boy-cunt will do the rest....and it'll feel ten times better than the wench's mouth!"

Richardson jerked his hips forward and dangled his shriveled cock in front of Laney's lips. The slave-girl's chin drooped against her chest as if sleeping on her knees.

"I know it ain't long and fat like your brother's," Mr. Potter said, winking playfully at Richardson, "but I better see a bit more excitement than a goddamn corpse! And your brother best keep his eyes on the show if he wants you leavin' here alive!"

Laney's chin dropped open, as if pulled by some mechanical lever. Her brow wrinkled in disgust as Richardson crammed his clammy dick in her mouth. Her lips closed instinctively around it and slowly slid back and forth in a reluctant sucking motion.

Richardson grabbed Laney's head and pulled her nose roughly against his overgrown pubic patch. Keeping a firm grip on her head, he slid his cock in and out of her mouth, like a bird pecking for worms. In a matter of seconds, his dick sprung from a wrinkled lump to a red, rigid pole.

Jacob watched with resentful obedience as Laney stretched her lips wide and took the man's prick into her small mouth. His face was close enough to smell her saliva and the stench of the white man's crotch.

Mr. Potter grinned in Jacob's ear.

"How's it feel, watchin' your baby sister suck a white man's dick? Not to worry, though. I'll bet she's given AT LEAST a hundred blowjobs before today, and I'm guessin' she'll give another thousand 'fore she's tossed aside for a new pup."

Jacob cringed at the thought. But this time he felt something far worse than his usual disgust and sympathy. It was JEALOUSY churning within him, threatening to rise up and consume him if he gave it too much thought. Watching the white man's hideous red dick plunge in and out of Laney's lips filled him with a fierce but impotent rage, now that he knew firsthand the pleasure they were capable of giving. He felt a wild, strangling despair when he thought of never again possessing that pleasure for himself, while dozens, maybe even HUNDREDS of white men defiled his sister's body for years to come.

Richardson's cock curved upward in a kind of crooked hook as it penetrated Laney's slobber-soaked lips. The overseer pulled out his dick and smacked it against Laney's nose, cheeks, and drool-covered chin. Then he shoved it back in with a brutal thrust, creating a monstrous bulge in the young girl's cheek.

"All right, Richardson, you've had your fun," Mr. Potter chuckled. "No more stalling. Looks to me like your cock's good and ready for its first taste of a nigger- boy's cunt!"

(This is the last chapter written for this story. Feel free to contact our writer for more chapters!)

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