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Tish
by Realoldbill (address withheld)
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A Southern girl survives kidnapping and rape, but
barely. (M+/F-teen, nc, rp, inc, 1st)
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Tish Magill woke with a tremor, one hand buried in her
groin and the other folded beneath her breasts as the
frightening dream faded away. She rolled to her back,
stretched and heard her bedroom door click closed. She
gasped and sat up, letting the light covers fall from
her lush body. There at her bedside stood her handsome
brother, naked and aroused, a trick he had played on her
a dozen times. She found it hard not to look at his huge
phallus.
"Go 'way," she hissed, swatting at his enormous prick
which seemed to jut out and up at least a foot from his
hairy groin.
"The girl's in daddy's bed, sucking like a drainage
pump. Come on, sweetheart, do me the favor. You're so
good at it."
"I ought to be, many times as I've done it." She
stretched her arms above her head, thrusting her full
breasts hard against her flimsy nightgown and then
shaking them from side to side. "But I can't, not this
morning. I should be dressed. Harmon's going to be here
any minute."
"That faggot. You'd leave me to take care of this
beautiful thing with my own hand? Lick it at least." He
grasped it and shook it from side to side.
Tish rolled from her bed, ignored her pleading brother,
pulled her gown over her head and hurried to her basin,
splashed water on her face and then sat on the commode
to relive herself while she brushed her long and curly
hair. Her brother stalked from the room, his straining
ram well out before him. She dressed quickly, a smile on
her face. She enjoyed tempting and refusing her handsome
brother; in fact, she got pleasure for any male she
could tempt and thwart.
"He's here," said her maid who entered from the side
door of her huge bedroom.
"Help me with my boots," said the girl as she tied back
her honey gold hair. Seeing the black girl reminded her
of yesterday's visit to the breeding shed with her
father. She had watched two pale young girls, both of
them, so her father claimed, her half-sisters, being
impregnated by the plantation's prime breeders and then
saw a half-dozen other women getting humped by the pair
of boys and two other big men with equally rigid prongs.
The image of those dripping rods of man-meat were burnt
into her memory as well as of the pleasure the women
seemed to be enjoying. The fair-skinned girls, her
father said, were rejects from the plantation's breeding
program.
"Shoot," said her proud father as he stood with his arm
about her slim shoulders, "those boys can do a dozen
`fore they're spent. Look at the size of those horns,
those magnificent balls. Ain' they something. How'd you
like to have one of those hoe handles in your little
treasure box?" He chuckled and squeezed. Tish knew that
he and his father plus a few of their friends were the
only men to mount the pale skinned girls kept in a
separate part of the quarters, girls that brought a
premium price in the slave markets. They had never bred
a blonde but after four or five generations, they had
several girls that could easily pass for white and did.
"Oh Daddy," she had squealed. "How awful." But in her
heart, she wondered what it would feel like. She longed
for a man, any man, but especially a well-hung men who
knew what he was doing, no pimple-faced boy which was
all she dealt with at the local balls and family
parties. She had watched their stallions cover the mares
and, when no one was around, had caressed their mighty
phalluses and licked the dripped heads. When she had her
hand about her brother's throbbing member, thrills
coursed through her young body and her tight-lipped slit
became damp and hot. She was ready and she knew it.
Tish was a rapidly ripening fifteen-year-old, her
father's only white daughter, and the apple of his eye.
As she stood in her knee-high boots and tucked her
silken shirt into her tight pants, she knew she was
beautiful, and she gloried in her ability to tease and
attract men. Her father had told her a hundred times to
stop riding astride and use the new saddle he had bought
for her, but she loved the feel of a horse between her
legs and headed down to meet her newest and most serious
beau, a wealthy young man who had already proposed twice
and kissed her a hundred times.
The feel of his hands on her ripe body thrilled her, and
she had even let him suck one of her tiny, pink nipples
at a Christmas rout when she had worn her new gown with
this very low bodice along with her tiny stays, just a
waist-cincher.
Harmon Philips stood in the vestibule at the foot of the
stairs and watched Tish descend, her young breasts
bobbling freely and a smile on her lovely face. He felt
his cock swelling. He kissed her hand and they hurried
out to the stables. In a few minutes they were trotting
along the lane and out to the county road, exchanging
pleasantries. Harmon found it hard to take his eyes away
from the girl's bouncing breasts and mounded thighs. Her
tits made points in her silk shirt each time they rose.
Once out of sight of the plantation house, Tish dug in
her knees and they galloped away, leaning forward and
urging their skinny-legged horses on. When they eased to
a canter and then a comfortable walk, Harmon turned
serious and all but demanded that Tish give him an
answer.
She laughed and said she wasn't ready to settle down and
warm his bed. He was up in his stirrups, his raging cock
surging, and was reaching for her when two men jumped
from the brush on the verge of the roadway and yelled at
them, both with shotguns pointed.
"What the hell," cried the young man, kicking his horse
forward. "Out of the way, scum," he cried as the man on
his left fired. A full load of heavy buckshot tore away
his face and peppered his chest, and he was thrown from
the saddle to lie kicking and squirming on the road as
Tish screamed.
The other man grabbed the girl's reins and told her to
get down while his companion pulled off Harmon's fine
boots and then rummaged through his pockets and took his
gold watch. The boy wasn't dead but he was eyeless and
what was left of his mouth was bubbling out blood. He
soon convulsed and lay still.
"Lookee what we got, Lem," said the man holding Tish as
he tore open her shirt and ripped off her gold necklace.
"Ain't they nice?" He grabbed a full young breast and
twisted the girl's nipple. She squealed.
"Let's get out of here," said the other man, who now
held the reins of both horses. "Damn gun's awful loud."
"Aw'right, c'mon," he said as he twisted the girl's arm
up her back and trotted into the woods. Tish stumbled
along, horrified and gasping for breath, and they soon
came to a log shack in a small clearing where some corn
grew in ragged rows.
The man holding Tish's arm pushed her over to the rain
barrel and forced her head down into the scummy water as
he tore away what was left of her shirt. He grabbed her
hair, pulled her up blubbering and growled, "Get out
a'them britches, bitch. I got something for ya."
"Wait a minute," said the other man having tethered the
horses, "find out if she's cherry. We'd get a good price
for her if she's a virgin."
"Money's all you think about," his friend said as he
yanked off the girl's boots, tossed them aside and then
pulled off her belt and heavy riding trousers and ripped
away her lacy pantaloons. He put one big hand on her
throat, pulled her back to the wall, palmed her lower
belly and stuck his fingers into her vulva, poked and
grinned. "Yeah, you was right. She's got a maidenhead."
"Hot damn, might get five hundred for her in town.
Remember that there twelve-year-old we sold to Mitch at
the cat house?"
"Turn around, grab that barrel and spread your legs,
y'stupid bitch," the man choking Tish demanded.
"No, don't, please don't," she begged, tears streaming
from her eyes, her heart fluttering.
He slapped her back and forth twice, bringing blood to
her mouth. She turned, grasped the edge of the rain
barrel and he smacked her buttocks sharply. "Spread `em,
bitch."
Until the moment when the big man rammed his stiff and
spit-slick penis into her tight anus, Tish had never
even thought of such a thing as anal sex. She screamed
as he ripped her open with jab after jab of his thick
member until he was fully seated. Then he held her slim
hips and fucked her, grunting and thrusting. "Damn
girl's so tight she's skinning me," he grunted, pulling
her to him and forcing her up on her toes.
Tish gasped and screeched, fell to the muddy ground with
her hands still gripping the barrel and the man with his
prick in her bent his knees and went right down with
her, ramming again and again, teeth clenched as he felt
her insides begin to loosen and relax under his vigorous
pounding.
"Save me a piece," said his buddy, watching the action,
his long cock in his big hand.
"Oh yeah. There's plenty here," said the grinning man
with his thick horn pistoning in the sobbing girl. "Here
it comes." And he cried out with pleasure and relief as
he ejaculated, slapped Tish's buttocks and pulled his
prick out of her sucking anal cavity and sprayed a
creamy ribbon on her back. His softening penis was
bright red and dripping.
"Get over here," the second man demanded, and Tish
crawled to him on her hands and knees, looking up at his
bearded face. "Open wide," he said with a smile.
The girl had sucked her brother's cock several times so
she knew what was expected of her and did her best to
please her captor despite his vile taste and smell.
He dug both hands into her tied-back hair and fucked her
face with short hard rams and then pushed his thick cock
right down the girl's throat and watched her eyes widen
as she tried to gasp for breath. In the next hour both
men raped the youngster's ass with the help of some
grease they used on saddles and both also forced her to
suck them deeply and lick their balls. Then they put her
on their mule in a tattered cotton dress that had been
their long-escaped sister's, mounted their new horses
and rode into town and right to the busy brothel that
served the river docks.
The woman who ran the place took one look at the sad-
faced girl in the shapeless dress and yelled, "Git her
out'a here. I want no part a'her. That there's Magill's
fucking brat, and he'll skin you if he catches you.
Throw her in the river."
They went to the nearest bar, forced Tish to squat in a
corner, discussed their choices and then made the girl
to write her father a note since neither of them could
write although one could read some.
The note said; "Father, two men are holding me. They
want money. Give this man $500 cash and they will let me
go. If you don't they will kill me." And she signed her
name, her full name.
Lem took the girl back to the cabin while his friend
rode quickly to the Magill mansion and knocked at the
front door. He was ushered into the library while back
in the woods the other man hauled the girl inside, threw
her on the bed, stripped off his clothes and took her
virginity with a cry of pleasure. He ripped her tight,
dry vagina open with a single, half-foot thrust, and
despite her writhing and screaming, enjoyed himself
thoroughly, ignoring his first ejaculation in her
quivering depths and humping her hard until she went
limp under him some ten minutes later.
He flipped her over, greased her anus with her own
juices and sodomized her again, spilling his seed into
her when he was finally spent. While he was enjoying
himself so completely, his partner was strung up by his
genitals in the Magill smokehouse, hanging head down
over a smoking fire and begging for mercy.
After an hour or so, they cut the man down and let him
fall face first into the small fire, dragged him
outside, seared off both his nipples and told him they
planned to fry his balls. He told them who Lem was,
where the cabin was and that the girl was safe. They
drove a glowing branding iron rod into his ass and up
through his body. It protruded from his chest as they
dragged him to the hounds' enclosure and tossed him in
to the hungry dogs. One huge mastiff tore open his belly
and dragged out his intestines while he was still alive.
Lem had the girl on her knees between his legs trying to
get hard again when he began worrying about his friend
and what was going on. It had been a couple of hours. He
ignored the blubbering girl's cries, got her up on her
horse in her torn gown with her feet tied to the
stirrups, mounted behind her and headed for the Magill
plantation, playing with her tits now and then. Halfway
there, he ran into a group of men out looking for him
and the girl. He halted and raised his hands and Tish's
father shot him in the neck and raised arm with his .44
caliber pistol. Lem fell screaming and the small posse
forced their horses to trample him to pulp and then left
his broken body in the ditch beside the road for the
animals to take care of. That night, Lem was still alive
when the first skunk approached what the crows and foxes
had left behind.
Tish was bathed and ministered to before she was put in
her bed and allowed to sleep. She woke at midmorning,
sore and frightened, wondering what had happened. Her
maid brought her some food and then her brother entered
and sat on her bed.
"We found what was left of Harmon," he said. "Damn
shame, might have been a good man. How many times did
they poke you?"
She shook her head and pursed her lips, feeling her
labia and anus quivering and throbbing. She knew her
thighs were bruised. Her brother stood, let his dark
robe slide from his broad shoulders and jumped up on her
bed, pushed her flat, ignored her cries and mounted her
quickly, driving his long cock up into her ravaged
vagina until he was balls deep and grunting with
pleasure. He was much bigger than either of the men who
had raped her.
Once he settled into a steady regimen of thrusts at
about one a second, he smiled down at her, and pulled a
pillow down under her rump. "Ain't no respectable man
gonna marry you now, little girl. You know that? But if
we don' find you a husband, some man on his second or
third wife probably, some decent farmer or maybe a
lawyer, somebody like ole Dr. Fritz, you can be our
resident bed-warmer. How's that?" He speeded up his long
thrusts as he felt his testicles churning.
"No, no," the girl cried, snapping her head from side to
side as she nearest a sexual climax brought on by her
brother's vigorous pounding of her belly and abuse of
her buried clitoris.
He laughed, yanked his rigid cock out of her, flipped
her over and shoved his prick back into her sodden
vagina as he crushed her breasts in his big hands. "Give
up on your knees," he demanded, humping hard. "And get
busy, fuck me back. Don' just lie there."
Once he was satisfied, her brother had Tish lick him
clean and then left, telling her she was nowhere near as
good as their father's favorite black girl.
Tish had cleaned herself up and was standing at her
window, still in her light nightdress, looking out on
the fields, when her father entered. Without saying a
word, he lifted the gown over his daughter's head and
tossed it aside. Then her put her hands on the window
frame, freed his aching penis from his trousers and
eased it up into his child's dripping cunny, holding her
at the hips.
"Ah," he sighed, "damn good. Your brother was right.
You've a decent piece of ass." He began bucking himself
up into her, in and in again.
'Daddy, Daddy," she sobbed, her head drooping between
her elbows. "Don't make me a slave. Get me a decent
husband."
He accelerated, one hand kneading her belly and the
other filled with a warm breast. "Not likely. You're
damaged goods. Three men have died; the stories are
spreading. Start moving with me, child." He fucked
harder, lifting Tish right off her feet.
That afternoon, washed and dressed in white, Tish sat in
the parlor and sipped tea with the local music teacher,
a Mr. Boscoe from New Orleans. Boscoe had, the rumors
said, poisoned two wives and one of his mistresses when
she became too demanding, and he ached to have the
luscious girl before him. "About her dowry?" he asked
her impatient father.
"A good farm, bottom land, and most of her late mother's
jewelry," her father said. "Any marriage will be a very
quiet affair, done right here in this room."
Tish bit her lower lip and refused to think of life with
the fat old man grinning at her.
"Then it is agreed," said Boscoe. "She is certainly a
lovely girl no matter what was done to her."
"NO!' Tish yelled. "No, it is not agreed. I will not
marry him, no, never." She ran from the room, crying.
Since her brother was not at home and her father had an
assignation with one of his several mistresses, he
decided to let her stew and deal with her tantrum the
next day. I'll whip her if I must, he thought.
Tish decided to run away. She crammed some clothes and
her mother's pearls in a soft bag, went down the back
stairs and was almost through the quarters when she was
stopped.
"Where you goin'?" asked the big black man standing
before her.
"Get out of my way," she cried, trying to push him
aside. He didn't move, just smiled. He picked her up
around the middle, like a sack of corn, and carried her
to his cabin which he shared with three other
fieldhands. By candle light, they stripped her bare and
then passed her around and enjoyed her, one right after
the other. Two took her on their thighs, bouncing her up
and down and another did her down on the dirt floor and
then the man who had captured her, a middle-aged slave
known only as Buck, took her to his corn-shuck bed, got
in behind her spoon fashion and enjoyed her lithe body
for some time before they slept with his mighty cock in
her small hand.
Tish awoke when Buck drove his huge morning erection
into her ravaged vagina and covered both her breasts
with his callused hands. He humped for some time,
snorting and heaving and the girl was jolted about like
a poorly made rag doll. When the big man was spent, he
left the sobbing girl sprawled on his bed and went to
his job. Tish rolled out, found her clothes and crept
away. It was almost noon when she approached the
neighbor's plantation house and went in through the
summer kitchen.
In the parlor, she found the lady of the house at her
tall desk. "Mrs. Pretice," Tish said her voice full of
tears, "I'm in trouble. I need help."
The woman rose, smiled, crossed the room and hugged the
poorly dressed youngster. Finding her body firm and
warm. "Poor dear, poor dear," she said soothingly. "O f
course we will help you. Didn't I love you mother?'
She led the girl up her bedroom, urged her to undress
and crawl up into her big bed and then went down the
hall and fetched her youngest son, fifteen-year-old Mace
who was already hell on the serving girls, the house
slaves.
"Now I want you to make love to her, be nice, don't just
fuck her like a slutty slave. Understand?"
The boy nodded, feeling and enjoying the feel of his
arousal. He had lusted over Tish for more than a year
and often pretended she was spread before him when he
played with himself or fucked one of the slave girls.
Now he would mount her for real. His mother was giving
her to him to break in, to prepare to serve all the men
in the family.
"I want her to feel obligated to us, to want to do what
we ask, and I want her to enjoy herself with you. So
take your time, do your best and don't forget what I
taught you about digging in with your tongue."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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