Unknown - The master_s revenge

She knew exactly when her husband would be leaving Atlanta to return home. She would time everything so he would come into the house and be sent by Jones immediately to the basement, where he would find his wife with the naked slave boy, his back all torn from the lashes of the whip she would be yielding.

That was the plan. Things didn't work out that way. Bernard did his part. He arrived home right on time. It was Jonah who botched Annabelle's plan.

Jonah thought maybe he should stop in the shack and get a shirt before he went to the big house. He did this, Tammy having already reported for domestic duties in the kitchen. He showed up in the front lobby with an extremely nervous expression on his face. Annabelle took one look at him and her mouth fell open. Her eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around her baby blue pupils.

Yes, Jonah was a lot bigger than she thought he would be. It occurred to Annabelle that she had never looked at one of the nigger boys up close before – at least not those big bucks who worked their backs out in the fields. She knew the old black gentlemen who worked in the stables. She always viewed the black boys in the fields as one would watch a flock of animals grazing out in a field. They were actually quite nice to look at, but she had never had the urge to stroke and pet one. Not until now. She could feel a tingling between her legs, which actually took her by surprise. She was ashamed of herself. It occurred to her that she might not know what the hell she was doing – but she decided that she had gone too far to turn back at this point so she ordered Jonah down into the torture chamber.

"Bernard has such a marvelous time whipping the little girls that I thought I would whip me a nigger boy, and you are the lucky one," she said.

Jonah winced. He could feel his face getting hot. He had suffered so many indignities, and he had suffered with Tammy through hers, that he was close to the breaking point. He looked at that gorgeous blonde as they reached the bottom of the stairs, and he could feel his anger and his lust mixing together, until the two emotions blended and became inseparable.

The woman told Jonah to stand beneath two chains and cuffs that were dangling from the ceiling attached to a pulley. She lowered the cuffs and forced the man to put his hands in them before locking them shut. She then cranked the pulley again so that his arms lifted over his head. He cranked the pulley until his elbows were locked in the straight position and his shoulders felt as if they were going to be torn from the sockets. He had to get up on his toes a little bit to relieve the pressure in his shoulders. He could feel the muscles at the backs of his legs starting to ache and he could tell that his pain was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it got better. Annabelle could no longer ignore her desire or her curiosity. She began to stroke the nigger's back, running her fingertips lightly over his thick slabs of muscle. She walked around to the other side of his and touched his chest. She fingered his nipples. She reached behind him and rubbed the palm of her hand over his buttocks. Did she dare touch his privates? Yes she did! She reached under his balls and took them in her palm. She squeezed his lemons and she could see that his cock was beginning to get hard.

She pulled her hand away immediately.

"How dare you allow yourself to get horny when I touch you. You could be shot for having those sort of thoughts about me, nigger boy!" Annabelle said.

But his cock continued to grow and there was a new expression on Jonah's face – an expression of defiance. With his anger came a new strength – an almost super-human strength. He could feel it building up inside him – ready to bust loose at any second.

The woman went to the whip display. She looked at the lashes and she could see that they were all too big for her to possibly handle. Then the beautiful blonde saw the perfect thing.

A riding crop.

A horse whip.

She had used such whips while riding and she took the crop down off the wall and ran it over the palms of her hands. She wondered how long Bernard had owned this little beauty.

It was made of East Asian bamboo and the finest black leather. She moved to Jonah's rear and quickly brought that horse whip down as hard as she could across both of his ass cheeks at the same time. He grunted with pain and she could see his entire body jerk with the pain as many of his thick muscles suddenly tensed up on him involuntarily.

She hit him again and again with the whip and she was pleased with herself. She began to laugh and once she started laughing she could not stop. She laughed until there were tears in her eyes. She gave her arm a rest. She didn't want to wear herself out before she had a chance to show off her whipping form to her shocked husband. She walked around to the front of Jonah once again and took his huge cock in her hand. She could feel a steady pulse in her poontang and she could tell that she was lubricating herself in between her legs.

She squeezed his dick until it started to grow. She had a cruel thought. She brought the riding crop down right across the top of his stiffening cock shaft as hard as she could. Tears welled in Jonah's eyes because of the pain this blow spawned. His anger became intense, and the expression on his face implied that steam would soon be pouring from his ears.

The black man concentrated all of his energy on the chains and cuffs of steel that held his arms stringently over his head. He pulled down with his arms, even though that made those cuffs dig deeply into his wrist flesh. Annabelle could tell he was trying to free himself but she just laughed at him and struck his cock with the riding crop again. Then her face when pale.

The chains snapped over the man's head. He had broken the chains with his raw strength. His arms lowered to his side. He was free. His stinging cock once again began to grow. It was growing quickly now and he knew he would soon have a full-fledged boner.

"That's too much, ma'am. Now I'm afraid I'm gonna have to give it to you and give it to you good," Jonah said. He grabbed the white woman by the arm, digging his fingertips into her flesh hard enough to pucker and bruise it.

He pushed one hand over her mouth so she could not scream and he told her that he would strangle her to death if she made a peep. Bernard was due any minute – and Annabelle, in spite of the ache in her cunt – prayed that Bernard would show up and save her before she suffered a fate worse than death!

With Jonah's free hand he ripped the woman's pretty dress right off of her body. He grabbed the riding crop from her hand and whipped her ass twice. He wheeled her around and whipped her right breast. He then tossed the horse whip aside carelessly – without even bothering to turn his head and see where it went. He could hear it, however, scuttling across the floor toward the far corner of the torture chamber.

He ripped off her panties and then tripped her with a big foot so that she fell onto the bare wood floor very hard. He was on top of her like a cat and she could feel the entire length of his prick pinned between their lower bellies. She could feel the base of his cock pulsating against the center of her golden pubic patch. She could feel the tip of his dick throbbing in between her concave bellybutton and her tits. She knew that her pussy was going to have to stretch a lot more than it did when Bernard fucked her. She was panicky. Her eyes were wild.

Inside.

She tried to struggle but he bounced the back of her head against the wooden floor until she was groggy and still. He then lifted from her so he could use his hand to guide the tip of his ebony pole toward that pink and blonde cunt.

He pushed the head of his cock against her cunt and she opened up for him a hell of a lot easier than he had counted on. She was downright soupy down there – and Jonah hadn't anticipated that at all. He felt himself stretching her open, pushing and pushing until the entire length of his cock was inside her. He then began to fuck.