M/F/f+, INTER, NC, SLAVE REVOLT


                                   The Slave
                                  By Doorknob

A plantation near Atlanta, 1846 the hot Georgia sun beat down on Big Jim's
broad, Black back as he toiled in the garden.  The work in the Master's garden
was back breaking, but it could be worse.

He could be out in the cotton fields, where the worst of the slave drivers
were.  Instead, he was delegated to garden work, because the Master thought
that Jim was "slightly more human" than the others.  He could work in the
garden, near the house, where supervision was considerably lighter and the view
was much, much better.

The view that Jim was thinking about was that of the porch.  Throughout the day
he would see the Master's ravishing wife Elizabeth, whom in her later 30's who
although thin, was very well built.

Elizabeth had dark auburn hair, and large full breasts.  Her figure was amazing
for a mother of two.  She'd often sit on the porch drinking iced tea with her
daughters, Rebecca and Sarah.  Elizabeth's daughters were also quite a sight to
behold.  Rebecca, 18, was very pretty.  Jim often saw men coming to the house
to court her.  She had long dark hair, and very fair skin.  Her sister, Sarah,
was equally attractive, her skin was very fair and flawless for a 17 year old.
Her hair was light blonde and her breasts, like Rebecca's, were larger than
their mother's, and seemed firmer.

Jim was careful when he watched these proud elegant ladies as they sipped their
tea on the porch.  Although beautiful, they were still quite wicked.  He was
certain that if they caught him staring at them, they'd have him flogged within
an inch of his life. Often he fantasized about one day fucking one of them. The
sight of their bodies put a strain on his cock that was more than he could
stand.  He wondered whether it wouldn't be worth it -- risking life and limb...
just to ram his cock into one of those hot White cunts.

A few days later...

Mrs. Elizabeth looked out across the grounds at the Niggers working in the
fields.  God, how she hated them.  If it'd been up to her, they wouldn't even
have been allowed near the house, let alone in it.

The males were so big and beastly, especially this one that her husband had
working in the garden.  She watched Jim closely.  He must have been 6 and a
half feet tall or more.  And she certainly didn't like the fact that her
husband was going into Atlanta to an auction today and was leaving her alone at
home, with only a couple of hands and "House Niggers" to look after her.

She couldn't understand why her husband let them near her and the children. She
had told the House Slaves that they were to stay in their quarters and not come
out until the Master was home, she and the girls could take care of their home
while for a couple of days.

She turned her attention away from Jim's toiling form and looked at her
daughters. Why her little babies had to put up with being around all of these
savages, she didn't know.  It was simply to hot this summer to stay in the
house... and there was such a nice breeze outside. And she was amused at
watching the Niggers slaving away.  And as she looked at her daughters' faces,
and could tell that the sight amused them as well.

"Well, children," Elizabeth said, "I can see your father climbing into the
wagon."  The children looked towards the gatehouse, they had said goodbye to
their father earlier, and they were now waiting on the porch, to wave to him as
he went down the road.  They could see that father was already in the wagon and
on his way through the gate.  They waved at him as he passed far in front of
them, on the road.  The watched him until the wagon dissappeared into the
trees.

"Now then," piped Elizabeth, "I want you girls to go up stairs and bathe, there
are some new dresses I want you to try on."

"Yes mother." Rebecca and Sarah replied and quickly went inside the house,
their mother followed them closely at their heels.

But somebody else will follow them...

Jim watched from the garden as the Master left.  He knew what would be coming
soon.  There weren't that many overseers on the plantation that day, and the
slaves had heard that the Master would be leaving.  Many had stashed away
knives, garden tools, sharp rocks... anything that could be used as a weapon.
Jim continued toiling as he listened around him.  Suddenly, he heard shouts in
the fields... and the occasional shot.  He saw one of the hands run up to the
house... and talked to another hand.  Pretty soon more came out of the house...
one, two, three... ALL OF THEM HAD LEFT THE HOUSE!!! He could hear them calling
to a couple of men in the stable..."ONE OF THE NIGGERS HAS A GUN... THEY GOT
KNIVES AND ROCKS... THEY'RE FIGHTIN!"

Jim knew about the revolt that day, he'd heard it would happen, but he couldn't
believe his luck.  ALL of the hands had left the main property to go to the
fields... the house was unguarded... the house with the objects of his lust. He
grabbed his garden spade and headed for the front door, an erection rising in
his pants... this would be his chance!!

It begins...

Jim entered the house very quitely.  It seemed completely empty, but he could
hear voices upstairs.  He felt the weight of the metal spade he carried in his
hand, and decided to get a real knife from the kitchen.  He snuck into the
kitchen, again an empty room.  He checked some of the drawers until he found a
nice butcher knife... a nice sharp butcher knife.

"This'll keep the bitches in line!" he thought to himself.

He crept slowly out of the kitchen, he thought he could hear voices upstairs.
He carefully climbed the stairs and followed the voices... which were now
accompanied with a quite splashing.  He got to the door of the bathroom and
kneeled down to peek through the key-hole.  What he saw nearly made him split
the crotch of his pants.

Rebecca and Sarah were bathing themselves.  Soapy water glistened on their
young, White bodies.  Jim almost swallowed his toungue taking in the sight.
Rebecca stood up in the tub, with her back to Jim.  She picked up a bucket of
water and poured the water over her body, rinsing off the soap. Rebecca then
stepped carefully from the tub and bent slightly to pick up a towel from the
towel rack.  Her firm, White ass was one of the most beautiful sights Jim had
ever seen.  As she wrapped the towel around her she turned towards the door and
Jim caught a glimpse of her beautiful pussy and firm, young breasts... just as
the towel closed over them.

"You'd better hurry, Sarah," said Rebecca, "Mother wants us to try those
dresses on, remember."

"Yes, sister," Sarah replied, "I just want to stay in the tub a little while
longer... the cool water feels so nice."

"All right, but don't be too long, you know what mother is like when she's
angry."

Jim certainly knew what Elizabeth was like when she was angry.  She'd had him
whipped once, just for swearing once when he was stung by a bee.  Today, that
bitch was gonna pay for her cruelty.  Jim watched through the key hole as
Rebecca walked towards the door.  This was his big moment... who would he
choose to play with?


                               Elizabeth Gets It
                                 (By Doorknob)

Quickly, he bolted the bathroom door, locking the sisters inside for his later
amusment.  Then, moving stealthfully like a giant Black lion, he started
searching the house, looking for his former tormentor which still unknowingly,
had just turned into his prey.  Suddenly he heard Elizabeth's voice from the
next room: "Sarah! Becca! I need help with that corset! I'm in my bedroom!"
Dark smile forming on his lips, he tip-toed his way to the bedroom.

Although she hated to admit it, a strong female slave was just what she needed
if she wanted to get into that damned corset, but since she'd proudly ordered
no slaves in the house until her husband's return, she'd have to do without
them.  Her hair was all over her eyes but she didn't move it because both her
hands her the corset's laces as tight as she could.  She called her daughters
but instead of a answer, she only heard muffeled voices from the bathroom.  She
thought she heard some faint banging from that direction.  "Will they ever grow
up?"  She thought angrily.  Then through the hair on her eyes, she glimpesed a
movement in the mirror.  "Sarah, help me with those laces dear." She figured it
was Sarah because she was more responsible than her sister.

She heard Sarah approaching her silently, then felt her hands on the laces.

"Tie it tightly, dear." She told her daughter.  With her hands free, she tried
to push her large breasts into the corset.  She suddenly realized that for some
reason, Sarah was unraveling her corset, not tying it.  "Sarah! What are
you..." She started while raising her head.

It wasn't Sarah.

It was that big Black slave she hated.

In her bedroom.

Fear shot through her brain like a bullet as she screamed panicly.  She tried
to turn around to resist him, but he was faster.  He covered her mouth tightly
with his left hand while starting to ravish her body with his right.  His palm
was placed directly on her big right tit, fondling it through the thin,
delicate fabric.  She could feel his warm, wet mouth kissing and licking her
neck, shoulder and ear.  She twisted and jerked her body, trying to avoid any
contact with that Black devil, but he was stronger.  He simply held her tighter
and continued her torment effortlessly.  His right palm now invaded her dress
and started squeezing and pinching her left breast.  She caught a glimpse in
the mirror: a huge Black man grabbing a White woman from behind.  The woman
looked helpless and desperate as a big, Black palm entered her dress and
started to fondle and squeeze the woman's White, smooth breast flesh.  It took
her almost eternity to realize that SHE was that woman.  SHE was the one being
raped by a BLACK SLAVE! She felt his rough, big palm squeezing her breast.  Big
as his Black palm was, it still couldn't contain all of her gentle tit.  "Where
are the hands?" She thought to herself desperatly "They're armed! They can save
me!" Suddenly she remembered her husband's big buffalo shotgun.  It was down
the hall! If only she could reach it! The slave now nibbled her neck.  He took
his hand out of her dress and started sliding it slowly down her chest, over
her tummy, untill, slowing a little, he placed it between her thighs. She
raised her head fearfully and met his evil stare in the mirror.

"Oh God," she thought.

He started massaging her vagina over the petticoat.  She felt his huge erection
stabbing her back like a bayonet.  His lust growing, he inserted a big finger
into her pouty mouth.  Her desperation quickly turned into determination.  This
was her chance! She opened her mouth wide, then snapped her little jaws as hard
as she could on his invading finger!

"YOU BITCH!" came his agonized cry as he painfully pushed her away.  Her heart
beating madly with a mixture of fear and hope, she raised her dress and started
dashing down the corridor.  She ran past the bathroom when she heard beating on
the wooden door.  Her Babies! She completely forgot them! She hesitated for a
minute whether to unlock the door or go for the shotgun when she heard him
running towards her.  Panic filled her again and she resumed her running.  She
was approaching the gunroom now.  It's door was open and she could see the huge
gun on the wall.  She could hear his heavy footsteps closing on her. Only
thirty feet now!

(Doorknob says: Okay rednecks, facists, feminists, bleeding hearts and "Uncle
Mike"s, here's your chance to add your so-predictable ending.  As for my fans,
do read on.)

                            Elizabeth Grabs the Gun!
                                 (By Doorknob)


Only twenty feet seperated her from salavation.  She herself being pulled
toward the gun.

Ten feet.

Seven.

Three more feet.

She grabbed the heavy gun and quickly turned around to aim it.  With trembling
fingers she searched desperatly for the trigger.

She could see surprise and fear on the Nigger's face.

She squeezed the trigger.

CLICK.

Her heart sinking with fear and doom she pulled the trigger again.  CLICK.

Relief started to form on the slave's dark face as he realized the new
situation.  Relief and lust.  He stood in front of her, staring at her
voluptous, trembling body.  She was no longer his Master.  She was his prey.

"Stay away!" she mangaed to say in a hoarse, broken voice, waving the obviously
useless gun at him.  He didn't answer, just stepped forward and yanked the gun
from her hands and threw it away.  Then he grabbed her and drew her to him.

Holding his former Master by her braids tightly with one hand, he started
kissing her lips passionly, his long tounge penetrating her protesting lips.

His second hand raised her dress and started fumbling with her thin petti-coat.
Then, still holding her hair firmly, he kept her away with one hand and sweeped
her husband's huge Mahagoni desk with the other, sending all the valuable
crystal artifacts crashing to the floor.  With the desk empty he was ready.
Ready to rape her.  He placed her trembling body on the desk, on her back, like
she was a rug-doll, her legs dwindling by his sides.  Then he grabbed her
petticoat, not bothering with the laces, and started to pull it down.  She
desperatly tried to pull it up but she was no match for his strength.  Her
petticoat slid past her hips, then her thighs.  The sight and the scent of her
gentle pussy paused him for a moment and then injected new lust into him and he
continued his pulling, tugging mightily at her last defence, ignoring her
futile struggle and pleas.  The petticoat now reached her knees, then her
ankles and then, with a last effort, he removed it from her feet tearing it
from her hands.  He now stood between her naked legs his huge dark member only
inches from her vagina sniffing her petticoat with pleasure.

She completely helpless.

She was about to be raped.

By a SLAVE.

By a NIGGER.

She felt his organ, slowly rubbing against her vagina.  She was glad she
couldn't see it.  She was glad she couldn't watch him penetrate her.

"Thanks God for small mercies" she thought bitterly.  But god probably wasn't
listening, for suddenly the slave's strong hand gripped her hair and bent her
head forward and upward, raising her back a little and forcing her to watch,
hypnotized, as the huge dark lance started invading her vagina.  She tried to
pull her head away from this horrible sight but his grip on her head only
tightened.  It was so big that her tender lips streched as she never thought
possible as he started pumping her slowly.  With each thrust his Black dick
conquered another half-inch of her defeated, hot tunnel.  His penis was buried
six inches inside her when a panic surge hit her again.  She started bucking
and jerking, her hips desperatly trying to escape from the torment and
humiliation while her feeble fists beating helplessly on his huge chest.  She
went on with her struggle for a few more minutes untill she collapesed on the
desk exhausted.  She suddenly realized that while she was fighting him
fruitlessly, he buried his entire shaft in her pussy.  She felt the betreyal of
her body as her vagina started lubricating herself.  "It isn't happening," she
thought to herself.  But it did.  And the nightmare was just beginning.  He was
fucking her steadily now, calmly, while all she could do was to lay there,
numb.  She heard the horrible wet noises coming from her raped vagina being
pumped by his huge piston.  She felt his testicles slapping her asshole with
each pen etration.  She thought it was ages before he started increasing his
pace, approaching climax. The thought of being contaminated by his semen
suddenly filled her with horror and she resumed her struggle again, bucking her
back wildly and jerking her back sideways.  Her struggle excited him even more
as he fucked her harder and harder as she tried to scratch his granit-like
chest with her gentle fingers. His powerful thrusts were rocking the heavy desk
now, each thrust pushing it an inch forwards.  Then, with a final deep moan
which blended with her pityfull screams, he arched his broad back forward and
she felt him exploding inside her vagina.  He remained in his position for a
few more seconds as spasms rocked his Black, muscular body, then collapsed on
top of her.

"What now?" she asked herself "Will he kill me? What about my babies? What
would a beast like that do to them?"  She cursed herself about the gun.  SHE
was the one who demanded the bullets removed from it.  SHE wanted safety for
her children.  Suddenly she started feeling him hardening again.  "What's
next," she asked herself.  The answer came soon enough.  He rose from the desk,
and, grabbing her by the hair, stood her up.  Then he stood behind her and
started marching her outside the room.  Cold sweat covered her as they
approached the bathroom door.  Her heart sunk as he stopped next to it, and,
still holding her firmly, sent his hand to the bolt.


                                  Family Ties
                                 (By Doorknob)

Rebbeca embraced her sister, comforting her.  For what seems to be hours the
young girls had been locked in the bathroom.  They heard running and screaming
from outside the door.  They heard shots from the fields.  Their calls for
help, and banging on the door hadn't been answered.  Who locked them and why?
What was that screaming, moaning and crying they heard? Where was Mother? They
were confused and frightened.  Being locked in the bathroom with only their
nightgowns, not knowing what's all the mayhem is about, drove horrible thought
into their hearts.

Suddenly they heard footstepes in they hallway.  This time they weren't
running.  With a mixture of joy and fear they both looked at the door, not
knowing whether to shout and call for help or to keep quiet and hide.  They
heard the bolt clicking and knew that they are about to find out.  The door
creacked open and Sarrah's heart leapt with joy at the sight of her beloved
mother's tender face.  She started at the door when the sight of a big hand on
her mother's neck struck her.  Then she noticed the expresion on her mother's
face: not joy but doom, not relief but desperation.  She halted.  Her mother
was pushed into the the room, lead by the huge gardener slave, Jim.  She
suddenly noticed her mother's new dress: it was torn in a few places.  Two
fingernails were broken. Sweat and dried tears covered her face.

Then it hit her:This man, this SLAVE, had hurt HER MOTHER! Her loving, gentle
Mommy!

Blind rage filled her as she rushed at him madly, aiming her hand to his
ox-thick neck.  Amusement forming on his face, he released Elizabeth and
effortlessly pinned Sarah against the wall.  Then he raised her nightgown over
her arse, grabbed her naked moons with his Black hands and started rubbing his
now fully erect penis at her nightgown.  She struggled to push him away but he
paid no heed to her puny efforts.  He merely pinned her harder to the wall and
slowly rubbed his organ against her croch.  "Please let them go! They are but
children" begged Elizabeth pathticly "They are still virgins! Please let them
go."  Jim stopped and looked sadisticly at her.  "Virgins huh? Into the
workroom all of you or I break dis bitch's neck," he said as he gripped Sarah's
hair and bent her head backward.  "Do as he says," mumbled Elizabeth as she
embraced her shocked daughter and led her out "And God help us all," she
thought grimly.


                                  Family Ties
                                 (By Doorknob)

Jim was almost mad with lust.  Even in his wildest dreams he hadn't dreamt of
fucking THREE beautiful White women.  He felt like a starving man who finds
himself alone in a royal dining room with tables filled with juicy steaks and
fresh fruits.  He felt saliva starting to fill his mouth as he realised he was
going to feed.  And the food looked delicious.  The finest veal laid trembling
before him, staring at him with eyes filled with horror.  He was going to dine
upon this veal without remorse, then run away.  Maybe to Canada.  But first
things first.  He was going to get even with his former Master, his former
tormentor.

His prey was crouched on the floor at the far end of the room.  The three women
embraced each other and looked at him with terror and hate.  He bolted the door
behind him then slowly started moving in their direction, his huge erection in
front of him like a figure head of a dark ship out of hell.  When he was three
feet from them, he stopped and looked at them quietly but hungrily, like a
spider examining three fat bees caught in his web.  He realized that fear and
terror alone wouldn't be enough to control them.  He looked around the room,
looking for something to restrain the other cattle while he raped their kin. He
suddenly saw shackles on the wall.  Examining them he found his name on one set
and various other names he knew.  The irony struck him: he was going to steal
their virtue using the shackles used to steal his freedom.  He put keys in his
shirt pocket, then handed three pairs to the ladies.

"Put dem on!" he ordered.

"No please! They are virgins! Take me instead!" begged Elizabeth.

"I already took you remember?" he asked viciously "And I promise to spare them
their virginity."

"What?" asked Elizabeth

"You heard me.  Now hurry about it 'fore I change my mind and kill y'all"
replied Jim.

Elizabeth couldn't believe her ears.  Could she trust that Nigger? What option
did she have, anyway? She realized she had no choice: with trembling fingers
she removed Sarah from her and restrained her ("Like a cow!" she thought) with
the shackles.  Then she tied sobbing Rebbeca, while desperatly trying to
comfort her.  Then she locked the heavy shackles on her slim ankles.  Finally
she cuffed her hands with a click that sent chills down her spine.  That click
sounded to her like the empty gun she used earlier.  Again she the painful
guilt hit her. SHE demanded that gun emptied.  SHE sealed their doom.  A
disturbing thought came to her mind: "What did he mean by 'sparing their
virginity'?" She soon found out his horrible intentions.


                             A Starved Man's Feast
                                 (By Doorknob)

Jim looked at them with hungry eyes.  His eyes lept between Elizabeth's huge
breasts, now barely concealable in her torn dress, and Sarah's cute, tender
lips.  He had an evil idea.

"How old is Sarah?" he asked Elizabeth.

"She's but seventeen.  Please don't hurt her!" begged Eliazbeth patheticly.

"And when did you stop breast-feeding her?" he asked, knowing that she didn't.
It was common knowledge that Elizabeth could produce no milk.  Slaves fed her
two daughters.

"I didn't.  A slave fed her," answered Elizabeth, puzzled.

"Did you like it? Did you like Black flesh?" he asked Sarah with a sudden
gentleness.

"Oh please don't!" cried Elizabeth, his beastial plan starting to dawn upon her
"Please don't hu..."

"SHUDDUP!" he barked at her "I ain't talking to ya!"

"Well did you?" he asked Sarah again.

"I, uh, don't remember" she said hesitately, fearfully.

"WELL IT'S TIME TO REMEMBER THE TASTE OF BLACK MEAT!" he shouted at her.  He
took her bound, writhing body in his arms and put her on her knees about ten
feet from her sister and mother.  She was kneeling in front of him, her hands
tied behind her body, desperatly trying to avoid falling.  He huge dick was a
few inches from her pretty face and he started moving it towards her mouth. She
backed away fearfully as much as she could, untill she tripped over and fell.
He grabbed her and positioned her kneeling upright.  His dick was closing on
her mouth again.  She tried to back away but felt his big hand grip her hand.
She was caught! Her heart started beating madly.  She recalled a memory from
her childhood: she once saw a constrictor snake swallowing a mouse in the
garden. She suddenly remembered the mouse, transfixed with panic, watching his
doom approaching.  She felt now exactly like that mouse must have felt knowing
he's about to be swallowed by a the Black snake.  Except she was the one about
to do the swallowing.  The penis was now but inches from her nose.  She could
smell it's heavy, musky aroma.  Then it reached her mouth.  She shut it tight,
determined not to let this awful NIGGER do such a horrible thing to her.  Then
she felt his other big hand on her jaw.  Suddenly he pressed her jaws tightly.
Pain shot through her and she opened her mouth.  The pain stopped but she
realized she was tricked: she felt the salty huge penis entering her mouth but
it was too late.  She knew that if she'd hurt him he might kill them all.
Elizabeth felt she wanted to die.  She saw her own daughter taking a SLAVE in
her MOUTH.  She had never done anything like that with a her husband, let alone
a slave.  She knew whores take men in the mouth.  But even whores didn't bed
with Black slaves! And now her sweet, innocent daughter was taking a SLAVE in
her MOUTH! After he cruely tricked her into opening her mouth, he started
moving in and out slowly, lust filling his beastial features.  He fucked her
gently at first, then with both his hands buried in her beuti full, blonde
hair, slowly increased his pace.  Her daughter barely breathed.  She heard her
desperate effort to inhale whenever he pulled out a little.  Suddenly he
started fucking her deeper.  With a torn heart she saw her baby vainly trying
to escape but his hands gripped her head tightly.  She saw drool escaping from
her mouth and tears running from her eyes and started sobbing herself. Through
her tears, she saw him impaling her daughter's lovely head on his dark lance
with a sudden thrust, until her nose was almost buried in his pubic hair.  She
realized her daughter was surely choking now as her body struggled and writhed,
desperate for some air.  Was she going to lose her daughter in such an evil
manner? Relief came to her as she saw him withdrawing.  Sarah coughed, drooled
and inhaled simultanously, her tormented body jerking violently, stabilized
only by the slave.  Sarah coughed for a few moment, then started panting
heavily.  The slave gripped her head again, ready for another penetration.

"Please, sir, don't!" begged Sarah, sobbing.

"Well, I'll be dammed.  Now I'm a 'sir'.  I like it.  I really like it.  Now
open up 'for I break your head!" replied Jim.

He put the tip of his penis on her lips, then after re-positioning his palms in
a comfortable position on her lovely blonde head, thrusted his lubricated dark
meat into her throat again, ignoring Sarah's pityful muffled moans.  His pace
grew faster now, even faster than before.  Elizabeth noticed helplessly how her
daughter's cute nose was buried in his belly with almost every thrust. Her
daughter's struggles were futile with her hands tied behind her back and her
legs cuffed.  Strong hands grabbed Sarah's head as the slave raped her young
throat.  She noticed her baby's gentle throat thicken like a snake swallowing a
mouse, every time she was penetrated.  Tears and sweat coverd Sarah's tormented
face as the slave increased his pace.  She could see he was close to climaxing
and hoped he would spill his semen outside.  Suddenly she saw him arch his back
backwards while thrusting deeply as if he wanted to reach Sarah's lungs.

"Oh fuuckkk!!" he shouted as his body jerked with no control, pumping cum into
Sarah's surprised throat.  Sarah jerked away violently, surprise and fear
filling her eyes but his powerful palms wouldn't let her escape.  Elizabeth saw
some cum escaping from her mouth and nose.  Then he released her head and
sprayed her young face and hair with his cum.  Sarah collapsed on the floor
coughing saliva and semen and sobbing.  Jim just stood above her and laughed.

He looked at Rebbeca, who shuddered.

"Well, she's still a virgin ain't she?Well Rebbeca, now it's your turn."


                                   The Virgin
                                 (By Doorknob)

Jim hesitated.