Anonymous - The memoirs of Dolly Morton

The men, laughing boisterously, trooped out of the room and stationed themselves at intervals on each side of the long, broad corridor.

The races were to be run in heats, the course being from one end of the corridor to the other and back, twice over. Before starting the girls, Randolph got a long, heavy whip, and cracking it in the air, warned them that they had better run as fast as they could. Then, as soon as the first lot were off he took up his position halfway down one side of the corridor and, as the runners dashed past him in the several heats, he flicked the bottom of any girl who appeared not to be exerting herself, the touch of the whip extracting a shrill cry from the victim and making her increase her speed, while a red mark instantly showed on her skin where the end of the lash had fallen.

The men grew excited. They laughed, cheered and betted on the girls as they raced up and down the corridor, their long hair flowing loosely behind them, their marvelous breasts undulating, their bottoms swaying.

After the runners had a rest, there was what Randolph called a jockey race. The five strongest girls had to take on their backs the other five girls, who held on by putting their arms round the necks and their legs round the loins of their respective mounts. This time the course was once up and down the corridor, and heavy bets were laid by the men on the women they fancied.

The signal to start was given, and the race began. The gentlemen whooped and shouted as they watched the extraordinary sight: five naked women staggering along the corridor as fast as they could, each woman carrying on her back another naked female!

The muscles of the thighs and bottoms of the carriers quivered under the strain, while the legs of the riders were so stretched apart by the position in which they clung to their steeds that the spectators could see the hair in the cleft of the thighs.

And nearly every one of the bottoms was marked either with the prints of Randolph’s fingers, or with the red dot made by the flick of the whip. Two of the girls had both finger marks and whip marks, and, when all was over, only three out of the ten had spotless bottoms.

The men’s eyes gleamed. Their faces were flushed, and I could see that they were all in a state of great sensual excitement. After a close struggle, the race was won by a sturdy young quadroon woman twenty-five years of age, named Eliza, who had carried the youngest of all the girls, a slightly-built, shapely octoroon named Helen, who was only eighteen years old.

Then we went back to the drawing room, where the girls were allowed to sit while Randolph told Dinah to give each of them a glass of wine and water.

The poor girls all were very thirsty. Some of them had tears in their eyes, and one or two were rubbing their bottoms. The girls who had been carriers were panting for breath; their bosoms were heaving tumultuously and their naked bodies were moist with perspiration.

As soon as they had recovered their breath, the ten were made to stand in a row with their hands by their sides. Then Randolph said: Now gentlemen, you will each choose a girl, either for a short time, or for the whole night. You can please yourselves.

The men, laughing and joking, began to make their selections. In cases where two or three wanted the same girl, the matter was settled by tossing a coin. Rosa was the favorite. Five of the men, including Mr. Harrington, wanted her. Finally the old gentleman, as the senior member of the party, was allowed to take her.

The selections being made, each man, followed submissively by the naked girl whom he had chosen, left the apartment and went upstairs to a bedroom. Randolph and I were left alone.

He was very much pleased with his evening’s entertainment.

Oh, Dolly, he said, laughing, what fun it has been. I’ve never had such a game before. I’ll do it again some day or other, and, when I do, every woman in the house shall strip for the races.

I did not feel at all mirthfully inclined. I had been wretched and uncomfortable throughout the whole proceedings. Moreover the sight of so many bare bottoms, naked bosoms and uncovered spots had given me a feeling of disgust-a woman is not excited by seeing the nakedness of other women; at any rate I never am.

I think it all very horrid and shameful, I observed. I don’t care what you think, he replied. It pleased me and amused my guests, and that’s all I care about. But it has been very exciting work. I am feeling very randy and my tool is aching from prolonged erection, so I must take the stiffness out of it at once, I will have you sitting down, so as not to crumple your pretty frock.

So saying, he seated himself on a chair and let loose his member, which stood straight up with its red tip uncovered. Come along, now, Dolly, you know what to do, he said impatiently.

I did know what to do. Turning my back to him, I raised my petticoats above my waist and pulled open the slit of my drawers as widely as possible, exposing the whole of my bottom.

Then, straddling his thighs, with a leg on each side of him, I lowered myself upon his upstanding member, which he guided into its place. The weight of my body forced the weapon up to the hilt in its tender sheath.

Randolph now clasped me round the waist under my clothes, while I, raising myself up and down on my toes, pumped away until the spasm seized me and I felt his hot torrents inundating my insides. Then I lay back panting against his breast.

Presently I got off his lap, pulled my drawers into place and shook my petticoats straight, fearful that some of the men might be coming back at any moment and not wanting to be seen by any of them while I was in so disheveled a state. As it was, I got done just in time.

Randolph and I had hardly sat down again before one of the gentlemen made his appearance.

He was followed at intervals by others until at last all had reassembled except three, who had elected to stay all night with their girls.

The other girls, after being poked, had been allowed to return to their quarters. Dinah then brought in a tray of liquors and the men refreshed themselves.

Next, everyone sat down to play cards. I slipped out of the room and went to bed, glad to get away from the men, though not one of them had said an improper word to me during the evening.

It was very late-or, to speak more correctly, it was early in the morning-when Randolph came to bed. I was fast asleep, but he woke me by pinching my bottom. In a moment or two he was working away at me.

As I was very tired and sleepy, I did not respond to his movements in the least, so, when he had finished, he said crossly: Damn it, Dolly, you lay just like a log of wood. What’s the matter with you?

I said that there was nothing the matter with me; that I was only sleepy.

He then growled out something uncomplimentary, turned his back to me and went to sleep.

I speedily did the same.

We got up late next morning, and, after Randolph had gone to his dressing-room, Rosa came to help me as usual. While she was brushing my hair, I asked her how she had got on with Mr. Harrington during the hour she had spent with him the previous night. She looked at me with a comical expression on her pretty face.

Oh, Missus, she replied, giggling, I tell you all ’bout it. De ole genterman was no good at all.

He couldn’t do nuffin to me. He try an’ he try an’ he try. He feel me all over, he play with me with his finger an’ dat did make me squirm, an’ he make me rub him, but it was all no use, his ting would not get stiff enough to go into de place. Den he lay me on my face an’ say I got a very fine bottom, an’ he ask me if de Massa often whip it. I told him dat de Massa sometimes whip it. He laugh, den he give me a little spankin’ an’ afterwards he give me two dollars an’ say dat I am a pretty wench an’ dat he would buy me if de Massa would sell me.