Summary:
Black slaves overthrow white Master and use his daughter.
Note 1:
This story uses the 'N' word very excessively to keep up with the racist times in which this story is taking place. I apologize in advance if the word offends you.
Note 2:
This story was requested by a fan although I apologize I can't find the name anywhere. So it is dedicated to that fan and all my fans who request stories, read my stories, vote and leave comments.
Note 3:
Thanks to Robert, goamz86, and Wayne for editing this story.
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Plantation Overthrow Gangbang
"Bend over, nigger," Master demanded, as he prepared to rape my ass again, preventing me from getting the table ready for dinner.
I reluctantly obeyed, like the full service slave I was, having learned the consequences of disobedience as the scars on my back showed. Master, a disgusting man in his sixties, his wife long dead, used me for his sexual fulfillment, using my mouth and ass for his pleasure daily. He left my cunt alone because he didn't want any mixed-race babies tainting his white America.
As he unceremoniously slid his, thankfully, small cock in my ass, I pretended to enjoy it to avoid more whippings. "Oh Master, I love your cock in my ass."
He grunted, "All you niggers love cock in your asses."
I fake moaned, his cock not remotely giving me pleasure, "Oh, yes, Master, white cock feels so good in my ass."
As usual, a minute later he shot his cum in my ass and left me alone.
A couple of minutes later, his daughter, Annabelle, walked in and asked, "Why are you standing around doing nothing? Dinner should be ready to be served in fifteen minutes."
"Sorry, ma'am," I apologized. "I just finished serving your father."
"Did Daddy fuck your nigger ass again?" She asked, clearly repulsed. "Please tell me it wasn't over the kitchen table."
"Sorry ma'am, it was," I admitted.
"For Christ's Sake," she sighed. "Daddy," she called out leaving me alone.
As I prepared dinner, I couldn't believe how I had become a part of this ghastly predicament. A year ago I was a free black woman, having been born free after my parents bought their own freedom many years ago from a very gentle sweet master. One day, just weeks after reaching adulthood, a bounty hunter captured me and sold me to this pretentious family.
Master was a grotesque, fat, bald man who also had a nasty cruel streak about him and treated all his slaves like they were property...which we were in his eyes.
His daughter wasn't much better. Now thirty-five, her father had rejected many of her suitors over the years as he didn't want to be alone...his wife dying years ago, lucky to not have to put up with this man. Annabelle was naturally beautiful: a stereotypical blonde haired, blue eyed southern belle. She was also heir to a lot of money once her father died and thus was just biding her time until he kicked the bucket and she could marry whom she chose.
As for me, being raped and defiled by that bastard made up the most humiliating moments of my life. I considered committing suicide, but I was a Christian and believed that this was all a test to the eventual glory land; I considered running away, but he was well connected and made it clear if I left he would get my two younger sisters to replace me. Lastly, as a woman of God, I believed that The Lord would protect me in the end...and then it happened.
A few days later, the bastard fell of his horse and fucked up his spinal cord leaving him completely paralyzed from the neck down. Doctors tried their best, but the reality was he was bed ridden for life. For a couple of weeks he had lots of visitors and then they quit coming. It was then I decided to make the move that I had been setting up for the past two weeks.
Annabelle said, "Sally, please wash Daddy."
"I don't think so," I replied.
"Excuse me?" She questioned, shocked that a servant would dare talk back to her.
I walked up to her and said, "Starting now, I'm in charge here."
"I will have you whipped for such disrespect!" She said, trying to be firm like her father.
I slapped her hard against the face. "Look bitch, starting now you are the servant and we," I paused, snapping my fingers, "we are your Masters and Mistresses."
Her eyes went big as three black slaves of hers entered the room. "W-w-what are you guys d-d-doing?"
"Getting some white pussy," Jamal, one of the many slaves, said.
"Don't you dare!" the ex-Master ordered, although he was helpless in his bed, paralyzed from the neck down, all he could do was verbally threaten us.
"What?" She gasped.
Jamal reached her and roughly pushed her onto her knees. "Get sucking, bitch. If I feel any teeth on my cock I am going to take your ass," he ordered and threatened.
Ex-Master continued his empty threats, "If you touch her, I will have you all hanged."
She looked at me bewildered and helpless...just how I felt the first time her father raped me.
I quipped, ignoring the raging bastard, "Do you want it in your ass, slut? I bet you have fantasized about black cock all your life."
"What? No," she said, as Jamal fished out his big nine inch cock.
"Don't lie to us, you little slutty tease," Jamal said, shoving his cock in her mouth.
I walked over to Master, whose eyes were big and clearly full of fury and yet his body betrayed him. I explained, "The raping of your daughter is your fault."
He raged, "You nigger bitch, I'll fucking..."
I slapped him across the face. "You already did that. Although I can't say I really felt anything with your pathetic cock. Jimbo, come and show our white Master, what a real cock looks like."
The large black man walked over to us and whipped out the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was ten inches long and thick.
"Get that nigger dick away from me," he demanded.
I glanced over to see Jamal roughly face-fucking our white damsel in distress.
"That we can do," I smirked. "Jimbo, go show his daughter what real cock feels like in that white cunt of hers."
"Yes, ma'am," Jimbo nodded, moving to the helpless fuck-toy. He lifted her up, ripped off her dress, and tugged down her panties all while holding onto her as she kicked and screamed.
Jimbo tossed the panties to me as the helpless Master continued his idle threats, "I'm going to fucking kill all of..."
I shoved his daughter's panties in his mouth to muffle his protests.
Jamal suggested, "It'll be a lot easier for you if you don't fight the inevitable."
"Plus," George began, speaking for the first time, "your daddy has removed so many white suitors for you...he must have been saving you for real men."