hing as the large man grunted and thrust his last, over the beautiful, if rather bored looking woman beneath.  

How can he do that? Ben wondered, how can he be with that amazing woman and not want to bring her to the brink over and over ?

Ben grinned with pride, remembering the sounds he had pulled out of her as he’d driven his huge shaft within her tight passage.   He felt himself becoming hard again just thinking about that night.   He longed for the chance to be with her again.  

To taste her sweet creamy flesh…

To feel himself clasped within her deliciously tight sheath…

 

Ben turned away from the window, and made his way back to the bunk-house, which he shared with the other slaves.   It was crowded, and hot, and the strong smell of the combined hay and sweat was overpowering as he laying on his tiny bunk his mind drifting back to the Mistress.    

 

She always treated him with respect, probably more then he deserved, considering his station, and over the years he had grown more and more fond of her.   When he looked in her eyes, which wasn’t often, but when he did, he could see himself reflected there, not as an animal not even as a slave, but as a man.  

 

As he lay there his mind drifted to the feel of her soft white flesh under his coarse hands and the beautiful contrast of his black skin against her white creaminess.   Her long brown hair, those full pink lips….

At the thought of her lips he felt himself hardening again, his head filled with dirty little flashes of what it would be like to feel those lips wrapped around his large cock.   Damn that would be fine.   That hot little mouth sucking him dry, pumping his seed down her throat and watching her swallow every drop.   As he fantasized his hand moved down to his now very stiff prick, gripping it tightly and taking long slow strokes, drawing out every sensation.   By the way the Master ploughed her, he had the feeling that she’d never had a nice big prick thrust into her hot little mouth before – and as he stroked his cock, picking up speed with each pump, a plan formed in his very horny mind.

   

Eliza woke as usual at 4am, stretched her long arms and pushed back the blanket, averting her eyes from the view of her husbands’ naked body, splayed spread eagled on the bed.  

 

She still couldn’t believe that her beloved father had given her to this rutting pig.   Never once had he spared her a kind word, in fact he barely spoke to her at all, preferring to ignore her altogether.   In the early months she’d tried desperately to earn his attention, hoping for at least a home of joint affection, possibly to blossom into love one day.   But it wasn’t to be.   He was constantly insulting, sarcastic, or simply indifferent to her, well except in the marriage bed of course.   Oh yes he was very aware of her there.   Not a night had gone when he hadn’t pounded out his own pleasure within her tight womanhood taking his intense rapture from her body, and caring nothing for her needs.

 

Sighing resolute, this was her place now, her life.   But she had to admit, ever since that night he’d forced Ben to lay with her, she’d felt even more let down.   Eliza wanted more, more from her life, more from her husband, more from lovemaking.

 

Down in the Kitchen, she worked busily, glad of a distraction, kneading the dough that would be todays’ bread.   Suddenly the back door banged open and she felt her body stiffen as it always did now in response to Ben bringing in the firewood each morning.  

 

“Morning Mam” he said gruffly as he lumbered by.

 

“Morning B – Ben”, she stuttered, every particle of her being   aware of each sound he made, his footsteps, the sound of him dropping the wood into the pile, that soft song he sang under his breath.   They all served to send her into a shambles of tingles and shivers as her down low place dampened and tightened with the need to have him within her again.

 

She suddenly realized that all the sounds had stopped, all but the sound of his harsh breathing close behind her.   She stopped kneading, but didn’t turn.  

 

“W – Was there something you wanted Ben?” she asked her voice barely audible, her body trembling like a fallen leaf, heart beat so loud, she was sure he could hear.

 

“Yes mam” he answered.

She felt him move closer, gasping when he gripped her slim hips, pressing his hardness against the back of her dress.

“B – Ben you overstep your bounds”, she spoke, trying to sound authoritive, “Please leave”

 

“Oh you don’t want me to do that – Eliza”

 

The sound of her name on his lips was almost too much.   She felt her eyes close, overwhelmed by need.   The need to turn to him, the need to touch him, to taste him, and that smell of freshly cut wood mixed with his sweat drove her to the edge of wanting.

 

He gripped her hips pulling her rhythmically against his hardness, his breathing becoming more strained.   Pulling her long brown hair to the side, he gently kissed and nipped the junction of her neck and shoulder, eliciting a musical moan from between her slightly parted lips.

 

“Be mine Eliza” he spoke again, his voice so low, barely whispered in her ear, “Let me teach you things, let me take you to the places you want to go, let me give you what your pig of a husband can not”

 

“Ben Please” she pleaded, “Please stop, we can’t – I can’t”

 

“Yes you can” he growled, “You want me – you want to be my woman – And you won’t stop me, because you know that deep down you want to be my whore”

 

She gasped at his crude language, but it only served to heighten her excitement.   It was true, she wanted to be his, desperately yearned to turn around and let him to do as he willed.     But the Lady in her would not allow it.   Her upbringing had been too strict, and she had been taught too well, but, oh god what he was doing with his hands felt so good.  

 

“Stop thinking Eliza, let me teach you how to reach the stars, let me show you what you’ve been missing”

 

Before she could stop herself, she’d spun around in his arms.   Her lips captured by his, taking her breath, and giving her new life.   She felt herself lighten as she just let go, feeling as though she were floating, free.   She couldn’t explain the uninhibited joy she felt in his arms, his mouth moving passionately over hers, his tongue gently prying open her soft lips, before delving in to explore her hot depths.

 

Too easily he lifted her off the floor, carrying her effortlessly and perching her on the edge of the table.   His mouth and probing tongue never leaving hers, moaning as she began a rhythmic sucking, oh yes she was definitely catching on.   At length he pulled back, his eyes nearly black with lust as he looked deeply into her glittering blue pools.   He pushed her gently, so she was lying back on the table, and his eyes never leaving hers, he pulled up her skirts and removed her traditional underwear.

 

He dropped to his knees before her, parting her smooth white thighs to reveal her swollen womanhood to his greedy eyes, Breathed in her perfect scent.

“Damn you smell good”, he spoke, “and I bet you taste just as good as you smell”

 

“No!” she gasped sitting up suddenly, “You mustn’t”

 

Gently he pushed her back down.

 

“Trust me Eliza, let this be your first lesson”, he spoke, and before she could argue further, he gripped her upper thighs and held her still to his firm, wet tongue.   Running it up the centre of her wet pussy and gripping her tighter as she convulsed, back arching, a shocked and rapturous cry escaping her lips.   He was right, she tasted of the sweetest honey and fresh whipped cream, though he’d never been allowed to taste this things, this was how he imagined they’d be like.   He knew he would never tire of those beautiful moans and cries he was pulling from her with each firm lick, stopping now to curl and quickly circling his tongue around her singing clit.   He knew she was close, and soon she would be all his.   Holding her body still to his onslaught, was no small feat, even with his tremendous strength, she still managed to writher and buck under his generous mouth, drawing another shocked cry from her as he drove his tongue into her tight hole, moving in quick and firm circles, bringing her every close to her much sort after reward.   He knew that once he had her on the brink his plan would come into play and as her back arched just a little further, her mouth opening wider to gasp in more air, he knew it’s wouldn’t be long.

 

“Ben – Ben I – oh I”, her head strained back, lifting her neck and shoulders off the table, so close, she was so close.   Then his mouth was suddenly gone and wave after wave of frustration flowed through her, so much she feared she would die, right this minute if he didn’t continue.   “Oh please, Ben please – please don’t stop – AHH”, a little cry ensued   as he stood, opened his dirty sackcloth pants, and pressed his now very hard prick against her wanton opening.

 

“What do you want Eliza?   Is it this?” he pushed just a little, sinking a bare inch of his long thick shaft within her and smiling wickedly at her rapturous moan.   Gritting his teeth in frustration as he withdrew, desperately trying to keep his head, to control his ever strengthening need to drive his full shaft into her tight little cunt.   But he had to wait, thinking over and over, stick to the plan, it will all be worth it, just keep your horny head together for a little longer.

 

He dipped the tip of his throbbing cock inside, before withdrawing again, he was setting up a very stimulating rhythm, just teasing her, giving her the tiniest of tastes of what was to come, dipping inside and gritting his teeth to stop himself from plunging the depths, then pulling back, freeing himself from her tight passage.

 

Her mouth open wide, occasionally forming little Os, hips lifting to meet his shallow dippings, simultaneously loving this new form of half sex and wanting more.   Slowly his hands slid up to grip her shoulders, pulling her up to sitting position so she was eye to eye with him.   He looked deeply into those blue pools of lust, enjoying the site of himself reflected there.

“Now you listen to me”, he spoke his voice harsh and his breathing coming in ragged gasps, he pushed his large cock further inside, “from now on you’re Mine, do you understand? You belong to me – this tight cunt belongs to me!” he pushed in a little further, jaw clenched, “and any time I want to visit heaven you will allow me entrance” once again he began to withdraw, stopping as her hands quickly moved to grasp his tight buttocks, digging her nails into him in an effort to stop his exit.

 

“Please – Oh Ben please – I want – Ahh” she cried as he withdrew further.

 

“Swear”, he exited further, so that only the tip remained and captured within her tight pussy lips.

 

“Ben Please!” she almost screamed with her frustration.

 

“No!” he pulled fully out, the head of his now painfully throbbing black cock pressed against her opening, but he would push no further, “Not until you swear, swear to be mine, for me to take at any time.   Swear or this ends right now, and I go to that pretty little house girl of yours.   I happen to know for a fact that she’s very apt at riding a big cock like this, and I have no doubt that I could touch the stars inside her little cunny just as well – maybe better”    This was a blatant lie, he had no interest in that silly little twit, but he knew Eliza would rise to the bait, and he was justly rewarded.

 

“Yes – I swear, what ever you want I swear, on my life, on my….” She was cut off as his mouth captured hers in a deep passionate kiss, sucking in her cry of pleasure/pain as he forcefully thrust his full thick length inside her.   Finally giving in to the raging beast that was roaring within him, begging to be let free to ravish and plunder at its will.

 

Their mating was ravenous in its’ need for completion, together they set up a steady, but ever exciting rhythm of long, hard, and fast strokes both seeking their own stairway to heaven. Pulling from each other the ecstasy they sort.

 

Eliza wrapped her long legs around his back, her heels digging into his firm buttocks, gripping his shoulders for dear life, as he thrust again and again, bring her closer, closer, ever closer to the prize she so needed, the release she had been time and time again denied by her selfish husband.   All of a sudden she was there, waves of hot, sweet honey, flowed through her entire body, starting at the place where he was stretching her beyond belief with his huge black cock.   Each thrust of his manhood forcing another intense wave of burning ecstasy, all she could do was grip on to those strong broad shoulders as feel as wave after wave flooded her mind and body.

 

Thrilling with feminine pride as he gripped her hips tighter, bruising her delicate white flesh with those large black hands, pumping his cock ever faster, closing in on his own reward.

“Eliza! Angel Pie – only you – Oh lord” the exclamation escaping as he thrust once twice, and thrice blowing his lustful seed into her wanting cunt.

 

 

Later in the sitting room, she sat pondering the mornings’ activities.   Dear god had she really sworn to be his?   And what did he mean by “Any time”….?

 

Stay tuned for Chapter 3 – His Slave

 

, and throbbed out his pleasure within her small frame.   It was all she could do to stifle the yawn, welling up.   But she controlled herself, knowing how cruel he could be when angered.   One final shudder and he was finished.   He rolled over and fell immediately asleep.

 

Adjusting her night-gown, Eliza, carefully climbed out of bed and crept out of the room.   She knew all to well how angry her husband would be if he knew what she was doing.   But she couldn't sleep knowing that Ben was in pain.   He had been so good to her, and she had always tried to treat him with respect and dignity in return, well as much as one could treat a slave.  

 

Gathering together some bandages, and water, she set out for the stables.   Her husband had beaten him severely tonight, taking out all his frustration at this years, nearly non-existent, crops.   She had watched, helplessly, as her husband brought that long, wicked looking whip down, again and again on Bens’ back.   But now she had to help him.

 

He looked up at her shocked, as she used the dampened cloth to clean the cuts covering his dark-brown back.   She didn’t speak, looking deeply into his dark, almost black eyes.   Trying to convey just how sorry she was.   She continued, and he laid his head on one arm, wincing occasionally when she touched a sensitive area.

 

            “Well, well, well, isn’t this a pretty scene”,

They both jumped at the voice behind them. Eliza stood immediately and turned to face him.

            “Husband!” she spoke trying to keep the shock and fear out of her voice.

            “My wife, cleaning a nigger”, his voice boomed.

It was then that she noticed the Smith & Weston in his right hand.

            “Husband, please”, she pleaded, lost for words, her mind muddled by fear

            “My wife cleaning the slave!” his voice just got louder, his chubby round face, red with rage.   “My wife the slave lover - My wife the nigger lover”, smiling a little as she cringed away from his crude language.

            “Husband, No!   I was just trying to help.   A slave is no good to us dead, I was just - AH!” she was cut short, as he slapped her, hard.   She crumpled to the ground, crying softly, terrified of her husbands wrath.   Afraid for herself, but she was shocked to find that she was even more afraid for Ben.

            “My wife and the nigger, sneaking out after dark”

            “No!   Husband please, it wasn’t like that I swear I just wanted to help.   I’m sorry my husband, so sorry.”

But he wasn’t listening, he was way past listening.

            “Well!   If my wife is going to be a slave lover, then she might as well be a slave whore!”

            “Husband!” she cried out shocked, “Please don’t say such things”

            “You will be what ever I tell you, and right now you are a slave whore”, he pulled her to her feet and threw her down on her back, onto a bed of hay, “And before you start liking the idea!   You won’t just be a slave whore to the Boy here”, he spoke, pulling the shaking black man to his feet, “You’re going to be the whore to all our fine slaves”,

 

Eliza watched terrified as her husband, leered down at her.

He turned to Ben smiling a cruel smile.   Eliza watched, in shock, as her husband lifted the gun, pointing it directly at Bens’ groin.  

            “Now Boy, you’re going to do exactly as I say, aren’t you.”

Ben nodded, never taking his eyes of the gun

            “Watch closely Boy, this show’s in your honor”, he turned back to his wife, and knelt beside her, “Up on your knees, my little nigger whore”.

Cringing again at his foul language, she did as she was told; her husband looked back up at Ben to make sure he was watching, and then turned back to Eliza.  

 

Gripping her night-gown with both hands, he ripped it apart, bearing her full white breasts, for Ben to see, then stood, pointing the gun at him again.

            “Now fuck her”, he spoke in a low dangerous voice.

            “Master?” Ben spoke, his voice shaking.

            “You heard me Boy”, he raised the gun again.

Ben nodded and obediently knelt before his masters’ wife.

            “Mam, I’m so sorry, but I have to or he’ll ...” she cut him off, placing a finger on his lips.  

 

On his knees between her smooth white thighs, he unbuttoned his pants.   Eliza watched fearfully as he freed his 10 inch member.   But as she looked over his large muscular body, his dark brown skin, the way it clashed with her white thighs, new sensations began to invade her. Sending little thrills through her all the way down to her toes before amassing in her private center.   But his broad muscular chest, seemed to be affecting her the most.

 

  She placed her hands on his muscular shoulders as he moved over her, his hard shaft pushing against her tight opening.

 

            “Sorry to disappoint you my dear whore”, her husbands’ harsh voice, broke into her thoughts, “But this isn’t going to be a tender love making session - Boy!   That’s a nice big cock you have there and your going to ram it into that whore, to the hilt, you hear me Boy?”.

 

Eliza looked up at Ben, nodding in response to his questioning look, letting him know that she forgave him.   But she wasn’t prepared for that first thrust, as he gripped her hips and, with all his strength, forced his enormous shaft into her tight hole.

He was unable to hold back his cry of intense pleasure, while she screamed her pain.   She felt torn apart, stretched to the limit.   He held himself still for a moment, allowing her to adjust to him within her.   The pain dissipated faster then she expected, as her inner muscles began to relax and accept him.   A new sensation began to take over, along with the fullness.   Something she hadn’t yet experienced.   He pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back inside, sending a wave of pain and something else, something she couldn’t quite grasp, through her.

 

She gripped his shoulders as he pounded into her, moaning and grunting, his pleasure.   The pain had all but gone now replaced by something else.   Something was building in her; she could feel it with every thrust of his shaft.   She raised her knees, trying to get him deeper, staring amazed at his beautiful dark face, eyes closed, mouth wide, curling up a little at the sides, showing his delight.  

 

His eyes flickered open, and for a moment they stared deeply into each other before closing again, concentrating on his need for release.   She closed hers’ as well shocked by the change in sensations.   She lay back, glorying in the feelings that were building within her, tightening within her.   She gasped as he began moving faster, thrusting harder, filling her so completely, stretching her further then she had thought possible.   Still faster, harder, bruising the delicate flesh of her bottom as he gripped her pulling her up for a deeper penetration.   And still the sensations built, her center tightening more, more.  

 

Suddenly the heat took over, a scorching burning heat starting where he was filling her, and spreading in red hot waves of ecstasy.   She was unable to hold back her scream, but this time she was screaming with pleasure not pain.   In her dazed recovery, she felt him thrust once more, hard, roaring as his shot his seed into her, sending more thrills though her, and warmth as she felt his semen filled her.

 

Suddenly, Bens’ delicious weight was pulled off her.   Looking up shocked, she watched as her husband ordered Ben back to his bunk, before tuning back to her.   Confused by his triumphant grin, she continued to stare up at his tall broad structure.

            “Well my dear - That was your first warning”, his voice as full of pride as his expression.

            First warning? she thought, before realisation dawned.   From his angle, with her screaming and all, it must have looked like a painful horrifying experience.

            “You may go back to bed now - and you will never disobey me again - will you”

            “No my husband”, she spoke, keeping her head down, seeing no reason to show that his punishment had been anything other then torture.

 

Stay tuned for Chapter 2 – The Aftermath