Unknown - The master_s revenge

There was nothing subtle about the way Jonah fucked.

He did not start out slow and slowly increase the tempo.

He fucked the wife of his master as hard and fast as he could right from the very first stroke and the woman could tell that he was making her bleed inside her cunt.

She let out a cry of pain.

Then a cry of revulsion.

Then a cry of surprise.

Then a moan of pleasure.

She began to move with the fuck and he could feel the tension going out of her. She was getting into it. His cock was slippery and moving in and out of the white woman's stingy cunt with greater ease than he would have thought possible. He began to ride her high so that his cock would work her clitoral foreskin up and down across her love button. Yes, he made her come with that huge cock of his and she was screaming with pleasure when the basement door opened. Jones, thinking he was doing what the woman wanted him to do, let the master downstairs. He was furious when he saw what Jonah was doing to his wife. He pulled his gun out of his holster and pointed it at Jonah's head. The black man stopped fucking. The sight of that gun killed his hard on immediately. Jonah pulled out of the woman.

Annabelle wasn't about to admit that she had been enjoying herself. She began to scream at her husband hysterically.

"He raped me!Bernard! He hurt me so bad! He came in the house and he dragged me down here and he tore my clothes right off my body and he threw me down and he jumped on top of me and then he made me do it with him! Oh Bernard! He hurt me so very badly! Ifear i will never be the same again for as long as I live!"

"That true, Jonah?" Bernard asked.

"No, sir."

"You calling my wife a liar?"

"Yes, Master."

"Boy, you know what a gelding is?"

"Yes, Master."

"Boy, that's what you gonna be in a minute. Now I see you busted some chains. How did he bust the chains?"

There always come times in every man's life when he doesn't know what the fuck to do. This was one of those times for Bernard Cornfield.

He looked at the huge black slave, who was scared shitless, and he looked at his wife, who was puffy about the lips and wet about the cunt.

He looked at those broken chains, and he looked at the welts on the backside of the slave. He knew the slave was telling the truth and that his wife was lying. He was torn as to what to do. He knew that – to save face – he was going to have to punish the slave, even though his wife had tormented him into the attack.

He knew he was going to have to punish the slave in spite of the fact that it was fairly clear his towheaded mate had been thoroughly enjoying that huge black prick. Bernard told his wife to get upstairs and to clean herself up as much as she could. And he wasn't kidding about this. He told her to move quickly to lessen the chances of anyone seeing her in that condition. Bernard Cornfield then ordered several of his servants to come down into the torture room and help him handle Jonah, because he correctly assumed that the big buck was going to struggle before he could be bound once again.

The huge black man was going to have to be bound with thicker chains, since he was obviously too strong to be held in place by any of the steel links already down there. One of the servants was sent to fetch the strongest chains on the plantation.

Bernard could feel the cold sweat pouring off his body as the men, both black and white, conspired before his very eyes to ruin his manhood. His fuck of Annabelle Cornfield was to be his last.

Jonah thought about Tammy, and what would happen to her now that he would be no good to her any longer. He thought about the torments that his woman would have to go through. He knew that would be just as severe as they had been – and maybe more severe, only now he wouldn't be around to sooth her wounds after she returned from a session in Cornfield's torture chamber.

At that moment, upstairs in the Cornfield Mansion, Tammy Taylor was busy scrubbing the floors. She was aware that there was a scurry of activity involving the torture chamber.

Tammy saw Annabelle emerge from the downstairs horror room looking half dressed and quite disheveled. She saw the slaves running up to fetch thick chains and then returning to the chamber.

Tammy wondered what was up. She returned to her work – never once suspecting that any of this had anything to do with Jonah. As far as Tammy knew only the female slaves were abused down in the torture chamber.

It would never have occurred to the pretty little black girl in a million years that it was her man, her lover, who was about to face the worst torture of all.

Tammy was scrubbing very hard at the dining room floor when she heard the howl of pain from down below, an animalistic cry of agony.

She thought it was the sound of Jonah's strangled voice – but she told herself it was just her overworked imagination. Tammy was in another part of the house when the burlap sack containing Jonah's body was carried upstairs and immediately out of the house.

The sack was thrown onto a big bonfire that had been built and the smoke that rose into the air was all that was left of Tammy's love. That is, except for the special part of Jonah, which Bernard had decided to keep in a box.

It was the following day and Tammy Taylor had been summoned down to the torture chamber. She had been weeping all night because Jonah had not shown up at the shack they shared.

Tammy thought that Jonah had spent the night with another woman, and her mind was on her lover, even though she knew she was about to face yet another harsh torture session in the chamber in the bowels of the Cornfield mansion.

She had stripped herself naked and was standing near the torture table when Bernard Cornfield approached her, holding the box in front of him.

The evil white man removed the lid from the box and invited Tammy to look inside. The little girl could feel all of the blood draining from her face and she instantly felt dizzy.

Her coffee colored skin became slick with cold sweat and she could feel her stomach becoming ill. She saw what was in the box – and she knew she would never be able to erase that ugly memory from the gray matter within her skull for as long as she lived.

"Do you see what is in the box, little nigger cunt? That's right, it's the cock and the bloody balls of your man, your lover. I had to cut them off. Unfortunately the man bled to death but you can still have the part of him that you liked best. Here, take the box. It is yours. A present from me to you. I want you to keep it for all times, as a souvenir. A memento of the good times you had with him. You see, he stepped out of line. That nigger boy went too far and he had to be punished. I didn't want to do it, but I had to do it, because we can't have nigger boys around here messing with the white women, especially when the white woman involved is my wife. Your lover, the man you loved, really was an animal, you see. He raped my wife and he had to lose his manhood. He had to lose his life. Before I had to share you with him, nigger cunt. But those days are over. Now you are mine alone, and you will live only to serve my cock and my whip."

Tammy thought that she was asleep having some sort of horrible nightmare. She thought of pinching herself to see if she was really awake – but that was not necessary.

She felt pain.

The pain was real.

Too real.

She was awake, all right!

"What? You don't want the box with Jonah's cock and balls in it? I am surprised. I would think you would want to shove it inside yourself at night, just so you could remember what it was like when he fucked you. Very well, you refuse my gift. I will have it burned, just the way I had the rest of that nigger boy burned. But you will get a present from me, because I am in the mood to give you one. I will give you a present that you will be unable to refuse!!!"