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Chain Gang
by Anna (jack2298@charter.net)
***
Anna's yarn about Georgia in the 1930's. Tom Rivers
ruled the gang with an iron hand. (MMF, voy, intr,
historical)
***
(Note: This is another story idea from my friend Anna.
Thanks for being kind with your feedback to her. Send
your comments to me and I'll forward them the her.
Shooter)
***
When the stock market crashed in nineteen twenty-nine,
Washburn County Georgia didn't know about it or care
very much. When the great depression came to the
country and even to the world, Washburn County Georgia
didn't know it. Washburn County had been in a state of
depression since the close of the Civil War. Cash money
was almost an unknown commodity.
Being the captain of the chain-gang in nineteen thirty-
four in that part of south Georgia was a great job.
Actually it put Tom Rivers in the top ten percent of
the income earners of the area
Fifty three years of age and a widower, Tom was not
that impressed with himself or his status in Washburn
County. Tom was a lonely man and he was sick of an
empty house.
For Tom Rivers his days started out as usual at
daybreak at the county work farm. That was where the
prisoners who had been ordered to serve hard labor were
housed. Some of the prisoners were "loaned" out to
various people. It was one way the county paid for
feeding and housing the prisoners. Farmers could hire
the prisoners and pay the county for their services. Of
course palms had to be greased along the way. Tom
Rivers' palm especially needed greasing or the
applicant wasn't even considered.
It must be said that it didn't take much to be put on
the chain gang. The county officials didn't put up with
vagrants, beer joint riff-raff, or any kind of trespass
against the laws of the State of Georgia or the
covenants of Washburn County even if such covenants
weren't not in writing. It was well known that the
officers of the law often made up such rules, laws, and
edicts on the spot.
If the cannery, for example, needed five or six strong
men for laborers the word would filter out to the
deputy sheriffs, constables, and also to the city
marshals who knew the companies paid a bounty for the
laborers. Same thing if the turpentine distillery
needed some more help or for the farmers for their
various crops in their season.
If the sawmill got behind in lumber orders the call
went out and arrests were made. It was easy to see how
the chain-gang became the fifth biggest revenue
producing business in the county. The degree of strict
enforcement depended largely on the demand for labor
from nearby farms, and businesses.
In most parts of the country a man could be charged
with vagrancy if he didn't have at least fifty cents in
hard cash and be able to show gainful employment. In
Washburn County the amount of needed on hand cash
varied with the labor demand.
Tom Rivers didn't have anything to do with who got
arrested or when. His job, along with his six guards,
were to see that the prisoners put in a full day of
hard labor and to make sure that the businesses that
needed labor got it.
It must be pointed out that there was a
disproportionate number of blacks on the gang. There
was a large number of colored folks living in or near
Washburn County. The city of Washburn was the only town
of much size for several hundred miles in any
directions. Therefore an unemployed colored man was an
easy target for a vagrancy charge. The local black folk
seemed to know when there was a shortage of draftee
labor and they stayed out of sight until the shortage
was over. Transient or drifters, having no such
knowledge of how things worked, were usually the ones
caught up in the net.
Tom Rivers watched as his men scurried around getting
the prisoners assigned to the various destinations.
Some of the better workers would spend their whole
thirty day sentence at the same place. The very good
ones were sometimes hired on full time after they had
served their time. The hardened criminals, violent men,
or trouble makers were the ones that got shackled
together and did actual chain gang labor. Clearing the
swamps, maintaining the roads, or making small rocks
out of large ones. Being on the gang was cruel, back-
breaking work.
"Cap, we 'bout ready to go." Tom's number two man,
Clive Rollins, reported. "Workin' the swamp today?"
"Yeah Clive," Tom answered. "What's the story on the
buck nigger over there?" he asked pointing at a big
black man tied between two post, his head hanging down.
"Names Rolo. We whipped his ass this morning for
mouthtin' off to one of the guards," Rollins said with
a grin. He nailed a grasshopper with a long squirt of
tobacco juice.
"I see," Tom said calmly. "Mind tellin' me who
authorized a whippin'?" He fixed his dark eyes on his
assistant.
"Why nobody authorized it, Cap," Clive answered. "I
knew that's what you would want, is all."
"You readin' my mind these days, Clive?" Tom asked
mildly. Rollins stared at him not knowing how to answer
the question. "Cut him down, clean him up and make sure
he's fed breakfast. You ever whip another man without
my say so and I'll hang you up and bust your ass for
you. You readin' my mind on this, Clive?"
Clive scurried away with a hasty salute to do Toms
biding. He was glad he hadn't hurt the man very badly.
Fortunately there weren't many marks on the big man's
naked back.
By seven o'clock the trucks were loaded and were on
their way with Tom following in his county furnished
car. The prisoner Rolo was with Tom in his car.
"You a bad man, Rolo?" Tom inquired.
"No sir," the black man said. "I don't give no man
grief. I came in to town day before yesterday lookin'
for work. The Man done put the arm on me. Said I was
vagrant or somethin' like that. Said 'cause I didn't
have but two dollars on me that I was again the law.
Judge said I had to pay thirty dollars or spend thirty
day in jail. I said I'd have to do jail and somehow
that figured out to be a chain gang deal. Here I am,
Cap'n."
"Happens," Tom said. "You got family somewhere?"
"No sir, there's just me. I got a sister but she's off
somewhere up north."
"Well Rolo, you keep your nose clean, you hear? No more
mouthin' off to the guards and you'll get by. Hell man,
thirty days will pass before you know it. Behave
yourself and we'll see 'bout takin' them chains off
your ankles." The black man nodded his head. It would
be a lot easier if you weren't carrying forty pounds of
chain around your feet.
The morning was spent draining a part of Potter's
swamp. After a short break for a meal of cold biscuits
and fried fatback, the gang relocated to repair the
county road that ran beside Ron Cook's farm. Tom sat on
the fender of his car in the shade of a big oak tree
and watched the gang work. After watching them for a
while he looked at Ron Cooks land. It was too poor to
sprout peas. The land was like the owner. Overworked
and under compensated. Generally used up. While he
studied the farm he saw the woman approaching. As she
got closer Tom saw that it was Ron Cook's daughter,
Cora. He also saw that she was all grown since the last
time he noticed.
"Good afternoon Captain Rivers," Cora said when she got
close enough for conversation. "Momma sent me out to
see if you all could use some cold water." Tom saw that
she carried a bucket with a heavy chunk of ice in it.
"That's mighty nice of you, girl," Tom said. "We got
some water, but it's warmed up right smart." He called
for one of the trustees to come get the ice and put it
in the water container.
"Thank you Cora," Tom said handing her the bucket back.
"I'm sure them men appreciate it, too."
"Weren't no trouble, Captain," Cora said. "I was
wantin' to ask you if you know of anybody who might be
needin' some housework done. I ain't afraid of hard
work." Tom started shaking his head. There wasn't a day
went by that someone didn't ask him about work.
"Housework, you say?" he suddenly asked her. "I been
thinkin' that I could use somebody at my place." The
thought had not crossed his mind until that moment.
"What kind of pay would you be thinkin'?"
"Golly Captain," Cora said blushing. "I ain't got no
idea 'bout that. I know you'd be fair."
"Be too far for you to travel every day," he said
looking at her lush young body beneath her threadbare
dress. "You'd have to say on during the week so we got
to think room and board. You any kind of cook?"
"Yes sir. I am a right good cook. You ask my momma if
you don't believe me."
"If you say it, I'll believe you," Tom said with a
chuckle. "Ron and your momma all right with you goin'
off to work?"
"I guess so," Cora answered. They had talked about it
some. There just wasn't enough money coming in from the
farm to take care of all of them. "Daddy's down by the
barn if you want to speak with him 'bout it."
"Yeah, I'll do that," Tom told her. "I sure want to
make sure everything is okay with your folks. I'm
thinkin' ten dollars a week plus your room and board.
That sound all right to you?"
It sounded great to Cora. Most people were willing to
work for a dollar a day when there was work to be had
which wasn't all that often. Ten dollars a week was a
lot of money. She was so excited about the prospects of
making good money she didn't even care that the old man
was staring at her lush young body.
At first Ron Cook was dead set against his daughter
leaving to go off somewhere to work. He knew Captain
Tom Rivers was, by Washburn County standards, a wealthy
man. He also figured that Tom was an honorable man and
would do right by Cora, but he hated to see Cora leave
the nest. When his wife Daisy joined Ron and Tom she
cut right to the issue.
"You got to let her go, Ron." Daisy said. "Cora can
send us some cash and Lord knows we need it. Over at
Captain River's place she can earn her keep and I know
he'll feed her good. We can't even hardly feed
ourselves these days. She'll be able to come home now
and again, ain't that right Cap'n?"
"Absolutely," Tom said. "Anytime she's a-mind to come
visit, I'll bring her myself."
Ron Cook fumed and fussed but in the end he relented
and gave his permission. Tom left, telling Cora he
would be back by five o'clock to get her. It only took
Cora twenty minutes to pack her few belongings. She was
waiting on the front porch when he came to fetch her.
***
Cora got Tom's house cleaned and straightened up in
less than a week. Cora even made the time to plant some
flowers along the front walk and along the driveway.
She prided herself on being a hard worker. Tom, as good
as his word, filled the pantry with food stuff and
Cora, as good as her word, cook a good breakfast and
supper. The young girl and the older man settled into a
comfortable routine.
Tom found he didn't mind going home after his day's
work. In fact he looked forward to it. Cora hadn't gone
beyond the ninth grade but she was a good listener and
she wasn't stupid. He could talk to her.
Normally the chain-gang worked six days a week. Tom
gradually changed that. It started out that they
knocked off early one Saturday and every Saturday it
got a little earlier until soon they were back at the
work farm by noon.
"Getting' soft in your old age?" Clive asked Tom one
Saturday as the gang arrived back at the work farm.
"This is goina cause trouble, Cap. Mark my words."
"I have duly noted your words, Clive," Tom replied
evenly. "There are some watermelons from that truck
that turned over yesterday. Make sure the chain gang
get their share." Tom fixed Clive with a hard look.
"That means you can unload all them you put in your
car." A north bound truck out of central Florida
overloaded with watermelons had failed to make a curve
and blessed them with a load of melons.
"You want me to unload them two big melons from your
car?" Clive snapped.
"No, I don't," Tom snapped back. Cora had mentioned how
she dearly loved a nice melon. Clive Rollins was
beginning to piss him off. His snide comments about
Tom's new house keeper for one thing and the way Clive
picked on Rolo was another.
For some reason Clive took a dislike to the black
prisoner and constantly stayed on the man's back. Rolo
never talked back or made any sign of disrespect to
Clive and that seemed to make Clive even madder. Tom
could see trouble brewing. If Clive had not been a
nephew of the county judge he would have been fired
long ago. Tom was aware that he fanned the flames by
keeping Rolo with him much of the time during the
workday and therefore out of Clive's reach.
"You gone and changed, Cap," Clive complained. "You
done got soft as cotton on these niggers. What's got
into you?"
"Most of these ol' boys ain't done nothing bad wrong,"
Tom answered. "Wrong place at the wrong time, mostly.
Ain't no reason to make it any harder than it is. I'll
be taking Rolo home with me. Cora needs some help in
her vegetable garden."
"When you bringin' him back?" Clive asked, his disgust
evident.
"When I feel like it, Clive," Tom answered an edge to
his voice. "You might want to choose your words careful
here. What I do. or don't do. ain't none of your damned
business." Tom had overheard Clive and one of the
guards talking about what they planned to do to Rolo
that night or sometime Sunday. "Is it Clive?" he asked,
his voice soft but his eyes hard and granite.
"No sir," Clive answered shortly. "Not a bit."
***
Cora had Tom's house spotlessly clean except for one
room. It was kept locked and she was curious about what
lay behind the locked door. Tom shrugged off her
questions about the room, telling her not to fret about
it.
By accident she found the key to the room one morning
while in his room to make his bed. She waited a few
days before entering the forbidden chamber. She was a
little bit frightened to defy Tom, but her curiosity
got the better of her, so one morning after Tom left
she got the key and went in.
The room was another bedroom and it didn't take her
long to figured out that it was the room that Tom's
wife occupied until she died. There were photographs of
Tom and his wife and some old dried flowers scattered
around. Also there were a lot of women's clothes in a
wardrobe and the room had a musty odor. Cora was about
to leave when she saw a steamer trunk at the foot of
the bed. The trunk was locked but nothing a hairpin
couldn't take care of.
There wasn't much in the trunk except some old
keepsakes and a small cardboard box. The contents of
the box shocked her. It was full of photographs. Not
just old pictures but nasty pictures of men and women
engaging in every type of sex act. The major shock was
that the men were colored and the women were white!
Cora sat down on the bed and looked at each photograph
carefully. Some of the pictures were very old tintype.
Some were faded so much that she had to look closely to
make out the subjects. Some, however, were much newer
and she figured out by comparing the framed photos in
the room to the smaller ones that one of the women was
Ethel Rivers, Tom's dead wife. Cora carefully put the
photos back in the box and replaced them in the trunk
and left the room, locking it behind her.
She thought about the photographs a lot over the next
few days. She also thought about them while laying in
her bed at night. She had to see them again and on a
Saturday morning after cleaning up the kitchen she went
back to the room. She figured that Tom wouldn't be back
until mid-afternoon at least. Cora took of her dress
and lay on the bed while studying the photographs. Her
fingers were playing with her pussy and she was totally
absorbed in the pictures and with pleasuring herself.
"You ought not be in here," Tom's voice shattered her
fantasies. She leaped to her feet, trying to cover her
naked body with her dress.
"Oh God!" Cora said breathlessly. "I'm sorry Captain
Rivers," she stammered.
"Get dressed and put my stuff back where it belongs,"
Tom said. He was red faced and sweating. "Come down
when you're through." He turned and left the terrified
girl. She knew without a doubt she would be fired from
her job.
"Captain Rivers," she said after finding him on the
back porch. "I'm terribly sorry for what I done. I'm
askin' you to please forgive me. I know…"
" Sit down Cora," the older man said calmly. "I ain't
goina fire you. In fact. I figured you would want to
leave as fast as you could."
"Why would you think that?" Cora stammered. "I was the
one in the wrong."
"I figured after you seen them pictures you would take
off like a scalded dog," Tom said. "I guess you didn't
mind them much from what I saw you doin'" Cora blushed.
She shook her head. "I guess I should have got rid of
them a long time ago." Rivers continued. "I just
couldn't do it for some reason. Sometimes at night I'd
go in her room and look at the pictures and remember a
better time. I guess them pictures shocked you didn't
they?"
"At first they did," Cora confessed. "Did you take the
pictures?"
"Some of them," Ton answered. "The ones of Ethel, I
did. Some I got from here and there. I found out a long
time ago that I liked to watch my wife and other men.
Does that surprise you, girl?"
"I guess," she answered in a quiet voice. "Mostly I
guess I don't understand."
"No, I guess not. One thing I learned in my years is
the human mind is full of twists and turns. What one
person likes another don't care for. My Ethel was a hot
blooded woman," he said making room for her on the
porch swing and indicating for her to sit. "We weren't
married very long when I figured out that I wasn't
nowhere near enough man to keep her satisfied. Ethel
loved to fuck and she loved to fuck a lot. That first
year she nearly wore me out."
He glanced at Cora. "I did what any other smart man
would do. I got me some help. First it was my brother,
Roger. He moved in and help me keep Ethel well screwed.
Poor Roger went off to the war and never came back.
Later I would find men to come fuck her but that was
risky. I needed some man who would keep his mouth shut
about it." He paused a moment wondering why he felt
obligated to tell this young woman these things.
"I guess that was when I got the idea to use niggers. I
knew they would be scared shitless to tell a living
soul that they was fuckin' a white woman. At the time I
had a couple niggers working on my farm. They was both
young and strong and between the three of us we kept
Ethel pretty well content. It wasn't long after that a
salesman came through selling cameras and I bought one.
That's where the pictures came from. I bought a better
one later on and learned how to do the development
myself." Cora didn't reply for a long time. She seemed
to be far away.
"Who's that?" she asked nodding toward Rolo who was
chopping weeds in her garden. Tom explained about the
young black man. "Get him to fix that chicken coop and
hen house." Cora suggested. "Get some layers in and we
can have fresh eggs anytime we want them. Wouldn't hurt
to get some pigs either."
"So you ain't leavin'?" Tom asked. "Why is that?"
"You ain't done nothin' other men ain't done," Cora
answered.
"I'm goin' out on a limb and guess you know the ways of
a maid and a man," Tom said gently. "Ain't none of my
business, I'm just askin'."
"I ain't a virgin," she said. "If that's what you
mean."
"You liked lookin' at them pictures, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I did," she answered honestly. "A lot. I got to
start supper."
"Okay, make enough for Rolo to eat with us. Cora," he
said when she started in the door. "I'll leave the door
unlocked and you can look at them pictures anytime
you're a mind to. I like to look myself."
That night after they made a place for Rolo to sleep in
the shed, Cora went to the room and found Tom already
there. He had the pictures spread out on the bed. Cora
was already dressed for bed and was wearing her
nightgown.
"Come on in," Tom invited. "I'll tell you about these
pictures." She got on the bed beside him. He handed her
a picture of his wife on her knees with a black cock in
her mouth. "Ethel sure liked to suck on a cock," he
said. "You ever have a cock that big?" Cora looked at
the photograph and nodded. "Ethel like them big. I had
a picture of her with a big ear of corn in her cunt,
but something happened to it. I sure like that one,
too."
He handed her another picture. "This one was took out
in the barn. That's Curly's cock in her. Curley died a
few years back. Cottonmouth bit him they say. Ethel
surely did like his big ol' black cock. You should take
off your gown, Cora," Tom said. "I done seen you naked
and playing with yourself so it don't matter now, does
it?"
Cora took the gown off, swelling with pride at the
lustful look she got from the old man. Her nipples were
so hard they ached and she didn't have to touch her
pussy to know it was wet. She noticed that her pride
wasn't the only thing swelling. She could see Tom had
an erection.
"You ever suck a man's pecker?" Tom asked her. "Ever
gobble a goober?"
"Yes," she admitted. "A few times."
"Ever suck a black dick?" She hesitated only a moment
before admitting that she had sucked a black cock. Her
answer surprised Tom. "I'll bet your daddy would shit
if he knowed that. Him being a big shot in the KKK and
all." When she didn't comment, Tom laughed loudly.
"I'll be damned! Your daddy does know you been diddled
by a nigger, don't he?" She didn't have to answer him.
The answer was written on her face.
"You like fuckin' niggers, don't you?" he asked getting
her nod. He reached out his hand and stroked her
breast, grasping her nipple causing her to gasp. "We
are goin' get along just fine, girl," he said hoarsely,
pushing her back on the bed. He took one hard nipple in
his mouth and sucked hard while his finger found her
clit. Cora moaned loudly and Tom Rivers knew he had
another hot blooded woman on his hands.
It didn't take long for his to get his clothes off and
mount the young woman. It was a hard violent fuck and
it was fortunate that she was on the verge of a climax
because Tom didn't last very long. He came hard in her
and she shutter and yelled when she came.
Tom lay on her for a few minutes trying to regain his
breath. When his cock softened and slipped out of her
he got up and went to the window.
"Rolo, you hear me?" he yelled out the window. "Get in
here. Come on upstairs and make it quick." It didn't
take the young black man but a few minutes to get to
the bedroom.
"Yes sir," he said coming into the room. "I'm…" Rolo
stopped walking and talking when he saw the young white
woman laying on the bed, her legs spread wide and come
leaking out of her pussy.
"I just fucked this girl," Tom said. "But she's still
hot to trot. You think you might want to stick your
black dick in that white pussy?" Rolo stared at the
lovely sight before him. He tried to speak but no words
came out of his open mouth. "Dammit boy, get your
clothes off and get to fuckin' her," Tom demanded.
"Tell him you want him, Cora," Tom demanded.
"Yeah, I want some hard black pecker," Cora said. "Come
on Rolo and fuck me." Her fingers were busy smearing
Tom's sperm around on her pussy and clit.
Her words got the black man moving. He quickly tore his
clothes off and approached the white woman on trembling
legs. Tom Rivers grabbed her legs and turned her
around, putting her white bottom at the edge of the
bed. He pulled her legs open exposing her gash to the
eyes of the black man who sported a raging hard-on.
"Get your nigger lips on these white titties, Rolo,"
Tom instructed. "Bite then nipples hard. Make her
squall. Look at that big cock, Cora," He said. "Big and
hard like you like 'em."
Rolo could not believe his good luck. He had not fucked
any woman in months and never a white woman. He did as
Tom ordered. He bit down hard on Cora's spiky nipple
until she screamed out in pain and pleasure. Rolo bit
and sucked Cora's tits until she came.
"Now boy, stick that big ol' black cock in that white
pussy and fuck the shit out of her. Give this white
slut some nigger fucking she'll never forget. Tell Rolo
what you want, slut," he commanded. "Tell Rolo to fuck
your white cunt and fuck you hard."
"Fuck me Rolo," Cora said breathlessly. "Fuck my white
cunt with your hard black cock. Come on, shove it in
me!"
Rolo did as she asked. He rammed all of his black cock
in her, all the way to his black balls. She grunted
from the force of his thrust and continued to grunt
each time he rammed his cock in her.
Tom Rivers was still holding her legs to accommodate
the black fucker. He started to get hard again as he
watched the shiny black cock go in and out of her
sloppy wet pussy. Cora's words of encouragement helped
his cock to rise. Tom put his still wet cock to her
lips and she greedily took him in her mouth. Tom
thought he would have to buy some film again. This
black fucking needed to be captured on film. He had
found a kindred spirit in Cora.
Rolo came with a mighty gush of come, filling Cora's
pussy until it overflowed and yet Rolo continued to
plow into her girls cunt. It had been a long time and
Rolo was in no hurry to stop. Tom left them an hour or
so later and went to his bed. Rolo was still fucking
Cora and she was still fucking back.
***
Tom Rivers woke up the following morning feeling alive
for the first time in a long time. He felt like he had
a reason to get out of bed for the first since his wife
passed away. He awoke to the sound of bed springs
squeaking in the next room. He smiled and wondered if
they had been going at it all night or if they were
waking up to another fucking.
Cora awoke and for a moment she was confused. Rolo was
laying behind her, his semi-hard cock still in her.
That was the way she had gone to sleep. She lay still
not wanting to cause the wonderful big cock to come out
of her pussy. Her problem was solved when she felt the
cock stir and get harder. Rolo was awake also and she
smiled. It was a nice way to wake up.
"God damn, Rolo!" Tom said from the open door. "You
tryin' to wear her cunt out? I'm here to tell you, you
can't. Hurry and fuck her so she can get us some
breakfast, boy."
"I guess I got behind some and was just catchin' up,"
Rolo said with a huge grin. "I was afraid to open my
eyes 'cause I was fearful I was just dreamin'"
"Ain't no dream," Tom said smiling at the sight of
Rolo's big cock firmly planted in Cora's cunt. "Hurry
and finish what you got started. We got work to do. You
got a hen house to fix and I got to go get some layin'
chickens."
By noon the chicken house was ready for the new
arrivals. Tom went down the road where he knew he could
buy some chickens. He bought fifteen chickens and a
rooster because he liked fertilized eggs. He also drove
into Washburn and bought some film. He would order the
developing chemicals he would need later.
After the chicken had been installed in their new place
and were busy pecking at the scratch food Cora threw
out for them they had their noon meal.
Tom could see that Rolo was uneasy eating with the
white people. Something were still not acceptable in
the deep south. Some would never be accepted he
thought.
"Man, if we share pussy we can break bread together,"
Tom said. "How did you young'uns like your get-together
last night? "
"I like it mighty fine," Rolo answered. "Best...ah, er,
stuff I ever had."
"Pussy, Rolo," Tom said with a smile. "Cunt, cozy,
snatch, or gash. Call it what it is, boy. How about you
Cora?"
"Aside from being a little bit sore, I really did like
it Captain Rivers. I purely did like his big ol'
pecker."
"That's good, children," the older man said. "You all
call me Tom when we're here at home and there ain't no
nosey folks about. Cora, you said Rolo ain't the first
black dick you had. Tell me about the others."
"Been a few years back," the girl said. "Momma had a
handy man by the name of Willie. He was doin' her right
regular and he wanted some of me. Momma talked me into
it."
"So Daisy set you up to get nigger fucked, huh?" Tom
said grinning broadly.
"Momma called my into the house one day. I knew the
man, Willie, was there 'cause I saw his truck drive up.
I knew that momma was doin' him, but I didn't say
anything 'bout it."
"Was that your first time with a man?"
"I guess you could say so. I accidentally popped my
cherry with a smooth stick I whittled out of cedar. I
had been doin' myself for a long time. Anyway, momma
called me in and I went. Willie was sitting on momma's
bed without a stitch of clothes on. Naked as a jaybird,
his big ol' thing standing straight up. Momma told me
to get undressed 'cause Willie wanted some young pussy
and I was goina give him some of mine. I cried and told
her that I shouldn't do that, but momma insisted.
"She took my dress off me and made me lay down on the
bed. I was shakin' bad and was cryin' to beat the band.
Momma told me to shut up, but I couldn't quit bawlin' I
guess I stopped when Willie put his mouth on my pussy
and started lickin' and suckin'. Boy, that felt better
than anything I ever had done to myself. I had got
myself off with my cedar stick a few times, but nothing
like that.
"For a minute I thought I was diein' and didn't much
care. Pretty soon Willie got my legs and pushed them up
and momma guided his pecker in me. I really thought I
was diein' then. Ol' Willie fucked me for nearly an
hour, I guess, but to tell the truth, I lost all track
of time. Willie would shoot off in me and momma would
suck him until he was hard again and he'd get back on
me.
"I washed about a quart of his stuff out of me later.
Willie was like Rolo in that he didn't want to quit
once he got started. He'd come by a couple times a week
and fuck me or momma. Sometimes both of us. Then we
didn't see much of him for a long time. He took up with
that Wilson bunch."
"Jack Wilson, the Grand Dragon?" Tom asked. "You got to
be jokin'!"
"No sir. It's the gospel truth. I heard momma and daddy
talkin' about it. Seems like Jack Wilson caught his
wife fuckin' Willie and after that he made Willie do
his daughter, too. Mister Wilson kept Willie and his
dummy brother, Theo, busy so we didn't seem him much
after that."
Tom thought about what Cora said. He knew that Willie
person. He'd run across him a couple of times. Came
from down in Frog Town. It was interesting to hear
about Jack Wilson. He was the kingpin in the Klan. So
was Ron Cook, and Tom wondered how that would go over
with the rest of the KKK. Be damned good blackmail
material if any of them had two quarters to their name.
Not that he was the kind of man to stoop to blackmail.
"Your daddy know about your momma and you fucking
niggers?" he asked Cora.
"He knows 'bout momma," Cora said. "I don't know if he
knows 'bout Willie and me or not. I don't think so."
"That Willie ever poke your ass?" Tom asked her.
"Yeah, couple times. Hurt like hell the first time he
did it to me. He didn't use no grease he just shoved it
in my butt and fucked me. Momma got mad about him
hurtin' me like that. Wasn't so bad after that."
"You hear that Rolo?" Ton said. "This little bitch will
take a fuckin' in her ass. You ever fuck a woman in her
ass?"
"No sir, I never did do that," the black man said
shaking his head. "Seems like a waste of good pussy to
me." Tom laughed at the remark.
"Maybe so, my friend, maybe so. I suppose it's a taste
that has to be developed," Tom said. "Comes in handy
when there are two hard and horny men wanting the same
woman at the same time. She's got two holes that can be
reached easy enough. You ever get the chance to have
two or more men at the same time, Cora?" She shook her
head, her eyes shining brightly at the idea. "My wife
use to say it was the only way to party. We'll have to
see what we can line up for you, won't we?"
***
"Clive, what do you figure has got into ol' Tom these
days?" Arnold Biggs asked. Arnold was a second or third
cousin to Clive but the relationship was murky. Clive
figured it had something to do with inbreeding but he
wasn't sure. Didn't care all that much either.
"What'ch mean Arnie?" Clive asked. He knew about some
of the odd things that Tom Rivers had done. Taking that
nigger prisoner home and keeping him until Monday
morning was one. Going into the shower room when the
prisoners were showering was another thing that
bothered Clive. He thought that maybe ol' Tom was going
queer. Then there was that girl Tom took in. Cora Cook
was as pretty as a speckled pup and Clive had been
after her for over a year.
"I heard him tell that nigger they call Biggun to keep
his nose clean and he'd get a reward," Arnie said. "I
didn't hear what the reward was because they walked
off, but whatever it was it must of sounded good to
Biggun 'cause he sure perked up."
"Yeah, that's strange all right," Clive said. "Keep
your eyes and ears open, you hear me? That old fart has
been around too long. This job needs a man like me to
ramrod it."
Clive Rollins wanted Tom Rivers position so bad he
could almost taste it. There were many money making
opportunities as chain gang captain. Tom Rivers was
wasting a lot of them opportunities. He had never like
Tom Rivers and the fact that Tom had Cora Cook living
with him, maybe even bedding her, galled Clive. He just
knew that Tom was fucking Cora. That had to be what had
perked the old man up.
"You got to tread lightly," Arnie warned. "Tom Rivers
ain't no man to fuck around with. He just soon kill a
man as look at him." Clive had heard the storied about
how bad Tom Rivers was. All the boys in Washburn County
grew up on the tales.
"You know somethin' Arnie?" Clive said. "I heard all
that shit for years and I think it's a pack of lies.
I've worked for Rivers for over two years and I ain't
ever heard him raise his voice to another man."
"My daddy said he saw Tom Rivers beat a man to death
one time," Arnie said. "You know my daddy didn't lie."
"Maybe so," Clive said. "If he was ever a bad man, he's
done got old and soft now. He done got that Rolo
released a couple days early and put him to work on his
place. Don't sound like a bad man to me. You find out
what that reward was he told Biggun about. You ask
around, 'cause that information might come in handy.
Let's get these bastards loaded up. We got some swamp
to drain."
***
Rolo couldn't have been happier. He had a nice place to
stay, a good job that paid hard cash and a white woman
to fuck anytime he wanted to. Life couldn't have been
sweeter. Tom Rivers' farm had got rundown considerably,
but Rolo knew exactly how to get it back to a working
farm. The Captain was going to send him a crew of
laborers from the work farm and they would make short
work of cleaning the place up. Tom Rivers bought a gas
powered tractor and Rolo was learning how to operate
it. The tractor was one of the few in Washburn County.
Most small farms still used mules or horses to do the
work.
Rolo laughed out loud as he turned the soil with the
new tractor. He could do in a day what it would take a
man and a team of mules a week to do. His pleasant
thought were interrupted when he say Cora standing by
the edge of the plowed ground. She carried a picnic
basket and was waving at him. He grinned and waved
back. They were going to go to the pond and have lunch
and a long sweet fuck. Yes sir, life was sure sweet.
***
"Cap'n Rivers, sir," the man called Biggun said. "I got
me a little problem and I was hopin' you could help
me." Tom raised his eyebrows and nodded for the big man
to continue. "Mister Biggs done told me he heard 'bout
what me and you was talkin' 'bout. He said if I didn't
'fess up he was going to put me back in chains. I ain't
done nothin' to deserve that."
"I see, Biggun," Tom said. "Don't worry 'bout it. I'll
take care of it. Nobody goina put you back in chains
unless you fuck up. You goina be working on my farm in
the next few days anyway. Arnie don't have no say 'bout
that. You go back to work now, but stay out of trouble,
you hear me?" Later that afternoon Tom casually made
his way to where Arnie Biggs stood guard over the
prisoners.
"Afternoon Cap," Arnie said. "Getting' warm ain't it?"
"Just a tad, Arnie," Ton said. "Everybody behavin'
themselves?"
"Yes sir, no trouble at all. I been keepin' my eye on
that mean ass Moses Waller. If any trouble is comin' it
most likely come from him." Moses Waller was a huge
black man who was serving a sentence of eleven months
and twenty-nine days for fighting. A man died as a
result of the fight but nothing much was said about
that. It was a black man who died. Of course it wasn't
the first time a man died as a result of a fight with
Moses Waller.
Moses loved to fight and he didn't mind killing a man
with his fists. Or anything else for that matter. There
were a lot of rumors about how Moses Waller had killed
a lot of people the law didn't know about. Waller had
been on the chain gang for only two weeks and
established himself as the boss of the prisoners.
"I'll have a word with Moses," Tom said. "You lay off
Biggun, Arnie. You hear me?"
"What do you mean, Cap? What's that nigger been tellin'
you?" he demanded to know.
"Never mind about that," Tom said. "You get off his
back and you stay off it. You mind your own fuckin'
business and stay the hell out of mine. You got that?"
Arnie nodded his head and shifted his shotgun to his
shoulder. He did not like the look in Captain Rivers'
eyes. 'Fuck Clive', Arnie thought. 'Let him get his
information his own self.' "Cut Moses out of the line
and send him over to my car," Tom said, satisfied that
he had put Arnie in his place. "Now. Arnie." He turned
and walked away.
"You wanted to see me?" the big man said. Moses Waller
was six and a half feet tall and was well over three
hundred pounds of solid muscle. Moses had lost the used
of one eye in some long ago fight and it was a milky
color. His face was a mass of scar tissue and his teeth
were broken and jagged. By any standard Moses Waller
was a big, ugly, mean person.
"Been a while since you been on the gang, Moses," Tom
said softly. "Apparently too long. It appears you
forgot how to address me. You turn around and go back a
few steps and approach me again and do it right this
time." The big man stared at Tom for a moment, dropped
his menacing eyes, and walked away a few yards and
returned.
"You wanted to see me, Boss?" he growled. Moses knew
from past experience that Tom Rivers would hit him or
maybe even shoot him if he didn't obey. Moses Waller
knew for a fact what Clive Rollins didn't believe. Tom
Rivers was a mighty tough man.
"Yeah, Moses," Tom said leading the prisoner to a shady
spot. "How many kids you fathered?"
"Huh? Kids? Hell Boss, I ain't got no idea," the
bewildered man said. "Couple dozen I expect. Don't
rightly know. Why you ask me that, Boss?"
"I hear you like to take your women kinda rough," Tom
said still keeping his voice low and calm. "I hear you
don't mind a little rape. I hear you like to hear your
bitches scream. Is that so?" Moses wasn't sure how to
answer the man's question., so he shrugged his massive
shoulders.
"The last time you was on my gang, you caused me a heap
of trouble. You kept the other prisoners all riled up.
You caused a couple prisoners to get shot, as I
recall," Tom said. "I ain't goina have that this time,
Moses. I told my guards that at the first sign of a
disturbance they was to shoot you. No matter if you was
there or not. If any prisoner is goina get shot it will
be you, Moses. If two prisoners get to fightin then you
get your ass shot no matter if you are in the fight or
not. You hearin' me Moses?"
"Yeah Boss, I'm hearing you, but it don't seem right to
me. I can't be held to blame for what somebody else
does."
"Yes you can," Tom said with a short barking mirthless
laugh. "You can and you will be. You ever fuck a white
woman?" It took Moses Waller a few moments to follow
the change in the conversation. He had raped a white
woman one time. She foolishly flirted with him and got
her ass fucked long and hard, but Moses wasn't stupid
enough to admit it to anyone. Especially a white man
with a gun. The woman never told anybody about it and
he hadn't either. He shook his head.
"I think you're lieing to me," Ton said pleasantly.
"Don't much matter right now, but you don't want to
make a habit of it. No, Moses, I got a proposition for
you. You keep your nose clean, cause me no trouble and
I'll sweeten the pot for you."
"How's that, Boss?" Moses asked suspiciously. "How you
goina sweeten the pot?"
"You keep in line and keep the other prisoners in line
and I'll give you a pretty little white woman to fuck,"
Tom said . He almost laughed a the shocked expression
on the man's cruel face. "Every couple months I'll take
you to a place where you can fuck the hell out of a
little white girl. You can tie her up and fuck her all
night long and nobody will ever say a word about it.
You can fuck her ass if you want to and nobody can say
anything."
"Boss that don't make no sense to me," Moses said.
"What if she screams?"
"She can scream her head off," Tom said. "Don't make no
difference."
"What if she tells the law on me? Or worse, the Klan
get wind of it?"
"Completely safe, Moses. No one will ever know. This
gal is a slut and she really likes to be raped hard.
Makes her hot, you know? She likes a hard nigger cock
in her white pussy. Hell, I'll bet she got a black cock
in her right now. There is one thing, Moses," Tom said
low and menacing. "Mark her face or hurt her very bad
and you'll die."
***
Cora Cook did indeed have a black cock in her. She was
on her hands and knees on a blanket by the pond. Her
white ass high in the air while Rolo plowed his cock in
her. Even over the hum of the insects and the calling
of the birds she could hear the slurping sound of
Rolo's cock as it went in and out of her. She loved the
feel of his hard black cock in the tiny white pussy.
Her only complaint, unvoiced of course, was that Rolo
was too gentle with her. She wished that sometimes he
would fuck her rougher, make her do what he wanted her
to do. She couldn't make Rolo understand it was all
right.
Cora remembered her daddy telling her mother about
seeing Glory Wilson tied and raped by Willie. She could
almost see in her mind the debauchery of that rape and
she could almost smell the odor of the sexual
atmosphere in that barn. She wanted to be taken by a
nigger and fucked long and rough. Cora had a hard
shattering orgasm from the fucking Rolo was giving her
and from her thoughts as he did.
***
"You got to be foolin' me Boss," Moses Waller said to
Tom. "What's the catch?"
"No catch," Tom replied. "You do what I say and you get
to fuck a white girl. There is one thing. I might need
you to jack a man's jaw sometime. You got a problem
knocking the shit out of a white man?"
"Hell no!" Moses said. "I mean, no sir, Boss. I ain't
got no problem with it. Who you want beat up?"
"We'll talk about it later," Tom said. "In the
meanwhile you stay out of trouble and keep your mouth
shut about everything we talked about. One little hint
and the deals off and you're a dead nigger."
Tom watched the huge man swagger back to the gang, It
was hard to swagger in leg irons but Moses Waller
managed it somehow. Tom was thinking he would have to
get more film for his camera. Maybe even a newer
camera. He also wondered if the gossip was true about
Moses Waller. He heard that the man had a cock as big
as a king snake. Time would tell.
***
"Cap, what's this shit I hear about you takin' Moses
Waller off the gang?" Clive demanded. It was two days
after Tom's conversation with Waller. Clive was red
faced and angry.
"I got some work for him at my place," Tom answered his
assistant. They were at the work farm in Tom's office.
"You can't do that!" Clive yelled at his boss. "It
ain't right!"
"It's right if I say it is," Tom answered calmly.
"He'll run first chance he gets."
"He ain't ever ran," Ton snapped his patience wearing
thin. " Take his chains off and get him cleaned up.
We'll be leaving in a little while."
"I ain't goina do it!" Clive yelled. "That's plum
crazy!"
Tom stared at Clive for a moment, nodded his head as if
answering an unspoken question, and silently got up
from his chair. He went to the door and called for
Arnold Biggs who was in the yard.
"Arnie, you are promoted to lieutenant," Tom informed
him. "Clive is reduced to guard status. Get the chains
off Moses Waller and get him cleaned up. He'll be at my
place for a few days."
"Now hold on a minute, Cap," Clive said. "I didn't
mean…"
"Shut the fuck up, Clive!" Tom yelled. "When I give an
order I expect you to do it. I'm sick and tired of your
pissin' and moanin' around here. Get out of my sight
and I mean now!" He turned back to the opened mouthed
Arnie. "If you can't do what I say, I'll find somebody
who can."
Arnie left at a dead run to obey. He was excited about
his promotion. Besides the extra five dollars a week it
gave him something else. He was now a man to be
reckoned with. Arnold Biggs laughed out loud at his
unexpected windfall. Cousin Clive now worked for him.
"Fuck you Clive," he yelled as he ran. "Fuck you and
the horse you rode in on."
"You can't do this Cap," Clive said. He was rooted by
shock at what had just happened to his world. Being a
lieutenant was important to him. "It just ain't right."
"Yes I can," Tom snapped. "I can and I did. I'm tired
of hearing you whine about what's not right. How long
you stay a guard remains to be seen. What are you going
to do when you can't carry a gun and push the niggers
around? Go guard something, Clive, while you still got
a job."
***
Tom, Moses Waller, and Bigun got to the farm just after
six o'clock that Friday evening. Tom took the two men
to the barn and told them what he wanted and where the
tools were. He cautioned them to stay out of sight
because he wanted what he had planed for Cora to be a
surprise. One hell of a big surprise.
Tom's barn was one of the few in the area with
electricity, but it was dark when he and Cora entered
it.
"What on earth are we doin' in the barn, Tom?" Cora
asked. She was mildly surprised when Tom sent Rolo on a
trip. She had been looking forward to another night of
hard sweaty fucking.
"It's a surprise, Cora," Tom Rivers said. "But one I
think you're goina like a lot." Inside the barn Tom lit
a kerosene lantern throwing a half light over the
interior. Cora saw that fresh straw had been put in the
runway of the barn and a wooden X had been constructed
in the middle. The wooden cross was made out of smooth
planks. Tom led Cora to the large X and turned her
around so that her butt was against the wooden cross
pieces.
He quickly secured her hands high above her head ,
ignoring her questions and her concern. She cried out
when he cut her simple dress away and tossed the
remnants aside. He attached her legs to the cross so
that she was naked, helpless, and completely exposed.
"Quit snivlin' 'bout your dress. I'll get you another
one," Tom assured the naked and trembling girl. "You
just relax now." He took a cloth blindfold out of his
pocket and cover her eyes. Then in her darkness Cora
could hear the low murmur of male voices and wondered
if Rolo was really there instead of being off
somewhere. Suddenly she felt big strong calloused hands
rubbing up and down the inside of her spread legs.
She also felt hands cupping her small perky titties and
squeezing them. She felt lips and a hot wet tongue
licking her pussy at the same time she felt her nipples
being sucked and twisted. She thought it had to be Rolo
and Tom until she heard Tom's voice from some distance
away telling the unknown men to have at her.
"You sure, Captain?" a deep gruff voice said. "You sure
this is all right?"
"I'm sure," Cora heard Tom's voice said. "You boys can
fuck this bitch to your heart's content. You know the
rules." Cora felt rough fingers grab her clit and tug
hard, causing her to moan. She would have fallen if her
hands were not tied high above her head. Other rough
fingers were pulling and jerking her nipples.
Cora admitted to herself that she was scared to death,
but it was exciting not knowing who was tormenting her.
Her body was responding to the rough treatment it
received. She could feel the moisture in the pussy and
she also felt a tongue go deep in her wet cunt. She
screamed in pain as sharp teeth hit down hard on a
nipple.
"You want me to take the blindfold off, Cora?" Tom's
voice asked. "You want to see what's happening to you?"
"Yes," Cora hissed loudly. "Please take it off."
Suddenly the blindfold was whipped off and she blinked
in the bright light. The barn was flooded with light
and she saw two big black bucks hovering at her
trembling white body. One was sucking on her nipple the
other one was on his knees between her spread legs
running his tongue over her throbbing little clit and
sliding his finger along her butt crack.
The kneeling man roughly shoved a finger in her ass
causing her to yelp and then groan. Cora saw Tom
standing close by stroking his hard cock. He was
adjusting something on a large camera. Suddenly she was
blinded by a bright flash as Tom Rivers took the first
picture of the debauchery. The first of many.
***
Cora awoke in a state of confusion. She knew she wasn't
in her bed and it took a moment for her to realize that
she was laying naked in Tom's own bed. As she became
awake she remembered the events of the night before.
Cora recalled how she had been ravaged by two mean
blacks. Ravaged over and over again while she was tied
to a cross in the barn. She remembered the first time
one of then rammed his big pecker in her. She
remembered and smiled. Both of the big bucks had huge
cocks. Bigger than Willie had been, bigger than Rolo,
and much bigger than Tom Rivers.
Cora felt her sore, swollen pussy begin to get wet as
she remembered how they fucked her. Standing tied for a
while then when they cut her down and put her on a
straw filled mattress on the barn floor.
She remembered Moses was the mean one's name. He was
the one who first fucked her poor little ass. She
couldn't remember the other man's name, but she
remembered his hard black cock well. She recalled how
they fucked her until she passed out and how they
started on her again when she woke up.
As she lay there remembering how she had been sexually
abused over and over again her hand involuntarily found
her ravaged pussy. Carefully she stroked her tender
clit bringing herself a mild orgasm.
Cora smiled as she remembered how they had both fucked
her at the same time. She remembered how she had
screamed when she came with a blinding flash of light.
Then she remembered Tom and his camera. That may have
been the cause of the flash, she thought. At least part
of it. She closed her eyes and drifted off into slumber
again.
The next time she woke the room was flooded with light.
Cora realized that it was in the afternoon. She got up
and stood on legs that still were unsteady and made her
way to the bathroom. Tom Rivers had one of the few
indoor bathrooms in the county. He also had installed a
large bathtub which she started filling. She saw he
house was empty as she made her way to the kitchen. She
got two large containers and heated water for her bath.
She was still soaking in the hot water when Tom opened
the bathroom door and stuck his head in.
"How's your pussy?" he inquired with a grin.
"Sore," Cora answered.
"How's your ass?"
"Sore," she responded. "So are my titties."
"You get enough fuckin' for a while?"
"For a while," she answered with a grin. "What
was…something." Cora couldn't find the words to
describe her adventure. "I ain't ever been so…" Her
voice trailed off.
"Fucked?" Tom supplied.
"Yeah," she agreed. "Fucked."
"I spent all morning in my darkroom developing
pictures. I got most of them printed. You want to see
yourself getting fucked by two niggers?"
"Yes sir," She quickly agreed. "I sure do. Are they
goina fuck me again?"
"Count on it," Tom said with a laugh. "Count on being
fucked by a lot of big black cocks in the days to
come."
The End
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