Unknown - The master_s revenge

He pulled out.

He punched back in.

He pulled out.

He punched back in.

And the man did that until the little girl passed out. She lost consciousness after the world began to spin around her in the most fascinating way.

She almost smiled as she realized her conscious mind was going to cease functioning. She couldn't take the pain anymore as her body refused the register it.

She drifted off into the world where there was no pain. And she dreamed sweet dreams of solitude, alone with Jonah, and maybe a baby.

She dreamed of a world free of chains and whips and fists. She dreamed of a world filled with passionate caressing and wet kissing. A world of bliss rather than of agony. But she was a nigger and she was always going to be a nigger, so her subconscious could dream all it wanted. As long as she was in this world God was testing her, and she would always no the humiliation of the chain, and the agony of the whip and the fist.

Once Bernard Cornfield saw that his slave had passed out he had no further urge to fist fuck her dark meat poontang. It just wasn't any fun unless he could hear her scream with pain. He straightened his fingers and pulled his sticky gloved hand all the way out of her.

H winced as he looked at the glove. It was covered with blood.

Up in Annabelle Cornfield's private bathroom, the beautiful blonde woman was still sitting on her toilet making pee-pee. She was slightly sick to her stomach.

She was actually angry at Bernard, but she knew there was nothing she could do to hurt him. He would no doubt be glad if she left. She could kill him and make it look like an accident.

She considered this for a moment and decided it was too risky. She then found an easier route. She was going to beat him by using some of his own medicine.

She was going to get the biggest buck of a slave her husband owned – Jones would know which one – and she was going to take that nigger boy down to Bernard's own torture chamber.

Yes, she was going to bind that boy, the boy who was the best worker, the most valuable hunk of beefcake Bernard owned, and she was going to whip that boy.

Then, she was going to arrange to have Bernard come down while she was in the middle of beating that boy until he couldn't stand up anymore. Then Bernard could see that she could play that little game too. Yes, she would get Jones to pick out one of the best workers – the stud with the biggest cock. When Bernard comes down to see what she was doing in the torture chamber she would tell him that his dick had never been big enough to satisfy her and that she liked to fuck the nigger boys, because they knew how to get her rocks off. Yes, that's what she would tell him. And even though it was a lie, she would tell him that she knew about this room all along. That would get him. She would tell him that she allowed him to have his fun with the female slaves and didn't care about it one way or another – because he had never been able to do anything to satisfy her sexually anyway.

She would have to built up her courage. She didn't know how she would feel around a naked nigger boy. The truth of the matter was that it didn't really appeal to her very much. She wondered if she could even lift one of those whips her husband used down there. She wondered if perhaps she weren't biting off more than she could chew. But no, she was going to go through with it! She just needed a little time to build up her courage. She would show that disgusting husband of hers once for all. She was going to put Bernard in his place – and she fully intended on keeping him there.

Things didn't work out as Annabelle had planned. First of all, almost two weeks passed before Bernard left for Atlanta and she built up her courage to summon Jones to fetch her an appropriate nigger boy from the fields.

During that time Jonah had been nursing Tammy's cunt and both were pleased to find that – in spite of her fears – she had healed completely.

Tammy had ever done some exercises in her cunt each time she squatted to pee so that the muscles inside her pussy would return to their former tightness.

It had been a long time since Tammy's cunt had been in shape to fuck. She gave Jonah one or two blow jobs a night just to keep her man sane. There wasn't much he could do to help her except hug her and kiss her and tell her how much he loved her.

It was the very morning that Annabelle decided to use Bernard's torture chamber for the first time, that Jonah and Tammy decided the little girl's fuck hole was ready to do its womanly duty once again.

Tammy was sure she was ready to take Jonah's cock. Her loins and her pussy itself were telling her how badly she needed to be fucked.

"How do you feel, baby?"

"I'm already getting wet."

"I wish we could fuck all day."

"You have to go to work soon."

"I know. We had better get at it."

Getting at it was not difficult as the two of them were already naked in their straw bed together. They were sprawled on their sides facing one another. Tammy's cocoa colored nipples were throbbing against Jonah's hairless and extremely muscular chest.

Jonah could feel the blood pumping into his cock, and the ache entering his balls. Tammy could feel his huge dick firming up against the front of her legs.

Jonah placed his hands on Tammy's shoulders and easily rolled her over on her back. She opened her legs quickly, just before he rolled on top of her.

For a moment the full weight of the black man's chest was on his woman's breasts. He was pressing her tits flat with the weight of his massive upper torso.

He was making it very difficult for her to breathe. She could feel his long, long cock throbbing against the inside of her thigh. The tip was not far from the wet tissues of her pussy at all. She could feel the side of his scrotal sack on her legs also.

Tammy wriggled her hands free and pushed on Jonah's shoulders to give him a gentle reminder that he was a little heavy on her. Her clit was swelling. Her inner cunt lips were opening and closing rhythmically in sync with her racing heartbeat as if they wanted to suck his cock right up between them like a living vacuum cleaner. Her juices were drooling out of her poontang. The scent of her cunt began to fill the room. Jonah watched the juices streaming from the little girl's dark slash and he couldn't help but think that they looked like so many melted pearls as they oozed like a slow waterfall down over her asshole and the rest of the crack of her ass, finally making a wet spot on their sole blanket. She began to rock back and forth. She had the balls and soles of her tiny feet flat on the bed and her knees were up in the air. She was squeezing at the man's slender hips with the insides of her thighs.

The man realized that his upper torso was too much for her chest to take so he placed the palms of his hands flat on the bed on either side of Tammy's pretty head, the tips of his digits pushing under their chicken-feather pillow.

He pressed down with his palms and straightened his elbows. He arched his back and lifted his chest so that only her pebble-like nipples were touching his stretched skin.

He got up on his toes.

He lifted his loins.

She could feel his balls and the base of his cock shaft lifting away from her leg. He suspended himself in the air over her. Only the tip of his cock was throbbing against her inner thigh – an inch or two from her boiling honey pot. He supported the weight of his upper body with his right arm exclusively and reached back with his left to grip his cock. He squeezed his dick a couple of times and then used that huge black hand to guide his cock to her cunt. He rubbed her clit with his piss hole and she shivered with pleasure.

"Oooooooooh, baby, you know what to do!" she said.

"Easy does it, baby. We gotta long way to go," he said.