Chapter Two...
The glittering evening had been a huge success so far. The handsome Jeremy
Morgan had been at his most charming, greeting and mingling with all his guests
along with his beautiful wife Elizabeth. Even the children had been allowed to
stop up in honour of the occasion, all dressed in their very best.
In the barn, an anguished Solomon lay, staring out of the open door at the
scintillating lights spreading out over the open lawn of the Morgan's mansion,
his heart aching with rage and sense of injustice. Just at that moment, the
fateful incident that was to change the life of Morgan's Creek forever started
to develop.
A whole battalion of Colonel Jeb Grey's, 81st Massachusetts Mounted & Foot,
stormed into the peaceful setting of the magnolia-scented grounds, two platoons
immediately peeling off and storming into the Grand Ballroom of Jeremy Morgan's
mansion.
The Morgan's and their guests were immediately reduced to a stunned silence by
this rude and ungentlemanly intrusion, instantaneously recognising that these
people were a contingent of the infamous Buffalo Soldiers that the northern
carpetbaggers had had the temerity to recruit. A hard looking Irishman who
introduced himself as Captain Sean Grady led them, Sean and his adjutant,
Lieutenant Reagan, being the only white men in the Company.
Captain Grady had his own agenda of hatred, his entire family being killed by a
regiment of Welsh Fusiliers only twenty years previously during the great potato
famine. He never forgave the Welsh or their hated masters the bastard English,
for this perfidious crime. Now here he was on what he illogically thought of as
a bastard Welshman's land, and who was the fucking master now?
Just at that moment, his top Sergeant, Sergeant Able Fennier, led in the
unfortunate Solomon whom he'd found suffering in the barn. Solomon's newly
scorched brand glistening with a crisp, black malevolence on his bare flanks.
This was like a slap in the face to Sean who'd had nothing but loyalty and good
soldiering from his highly capable troops.
"Who the fuck is this bastard Morgan?" he roared, glaring around the ballroom
with fiery Irish eyes. C'mon you fucking Johnny Reb's. Roll him out!"
There was an uneasy silence in the gaily-bedecked ballroom till Jeremy uneasily
cleared his throat...
"Erm... I'm Mr. Jeremiah Morgan sir, and this property belongs to me!"
"And to which fucking 'property' are you referring sir?" Grady sarcastically
enquired. "This fucking pile and the plantation, or this poor unfortunate guy
here?"
Elizabeth winced inwardly at the absolutely foul language that this Yankee
ruffian was using in front of her delicate children.
Um... Why yes sir. This nigger was purchased by me, and delivered only today."
Jeremy ventured, not quite certain where this was leading. After all, what a man
bought was his own business wasn't it?
Captain Grady almost exploded...
"Well you listen up to me sir. This fucking particular parcel isn't just another
plough or a horse that you've bought. This here is a man sir. A fucking human
being who you've degraded worse than any of your fine livestock. Well sir,
you're certainly going to rue the day you met my men and me. Secure the house,
and marshal all the Welsh bastard's brood out into the middle of the dance
floor!" he snarled at his attentive top Sergeant
Able willingly carried out his furious captain's order, hustling the Morgan
family into the centre of the room, whilst all the guests seated themselves
uneasily around the sides, looking with trepidation at the awful black soldiers
and their uncompromising captain.
Grady looked at his anxious captives, noting the mother hen way that Elizabeth
half hid her terrified children behind her voluminous ballroom gown.
"The three girls" he suddenly rapped out. "Strip the three girls. Take off their
fancy gowns and petticoats. Let's see how high and fucking mighty they act
then!" he snarled at Able.
Before Elizabeth could consciously absorb this command, their nanny, a genteel
young white girl named Tina Lyon, bustled out from the rear of the ballroom...
"Ooooh noooo. Not the chil..." she got as far as moaning, before a musket shot
pierced the unnatural silence. Tina fell dead before the shocked audience as
Lieutenant Reagan lowered his smoking musket. Blood seeped slowly out of an ugly
gaping wound in her side, and everyone listened to the rattling, throaty sounds
as the poor girl breathed her last.
The acrid smell of burning cordite filled the room as Able and another soldier
grabbed the three girls, and yanked them in front of the seated audience and
their appalled parents.
April Mayflower Morgan was naturally the first to receive the rough black
soldiers unwanted attentions. They grabbed the high neckline of her powder blue,
silken Paris dress, and tore it down to her waist. Her slim body jerked in shock
at this impudent treatment.
"AAARRRGGGHHH" she screamed in utter humiliation as the fine, filmy material
parted and hissed down her slim frame, revealing the white, lacy chemise top
that was barely covering her perfect little tits. Her hands flew up to cover
herself and Able contemptuously knocked them away. He then ripped at the
waistline of the beautiful dress, popping the small pearl buttons, and tearing
it out and down for it to lay puddled about her ankles.
The shocked and humiliated April stood with her head bowed and her hands placed
crosswise over her little heaving bosom as she choked back her sobs. Able,
notwithstanding her obvious grief, tore at the lacings on the back of the
fragile chemise, and hauled it off her, leaving the poor girl standing in the
middle of the crowded ballroom dressed in only her satin drawers, white silk
hose, and her dainty little shoes her father had purchased from Italy. She wept
as she tried to cover her bare little tits, and she saw the shocked guests
eyeing her state of undress furtively, distractedly noting that Wesley Harrison
was almost leering at her dishabille and discomfort.
Able and the other black soldier then started on Jennifer and Felicity. They
spun the two children out front and centre, and quickly ripped at their
expensive gowns, stripping them both down into the same state as April as the
audience watched in frightened silence. Jennifer now seemed to be in a trance
like state of shock as she stood in just her silken bloomers and delicate little
high-heels, not even aware enough to try and cover her crimson tipped little
mounds. Poor eleven-year old Felicity just stood there and wailed, her flat
chest heaving with her sobs as she held onto the drawstrings of her satin
drawers fiercely.
Grady paced around the three youngsters like a lion contemplating a delicious
meal. He liked to see their fear of him. He was a cruel man, and any show of
terror he could inspire delighted his senses. After a long period of menacing
silence, Grady looked directly at Elizabeth and Jeremy. They stood there ashen
faced as he contemplated how he was going to play this. Then he went up to them
and whispered some terse instructions in both their ears.
Elizabeth thought she was going to lose her mind, and Jeremy went almost purple
in the face with rage as he finished his sotto voce tutelage. He stepped away
from them with a dire threat.
"Remember clearly. You've seen what happened to that bitch!" he muttered,
indicating Tina's still warm and shuddering body. "Your happy little band could
quickly end up the same way!"
Elizabeth felt a desperate need to protest, to do something...
"T... this isn't a s... soldierly thing you're doing s... sir!" she trembled out
with maternal defiance. "These... these are j... just little children, and
civilians. We're all c... civilians!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" roared Captain Grady, who'd never considered himself a
'soldierly' person anyway. "WHAT IN GOD'S NAME DO YOU CALL THEM POOR SHITS YOU
KEEP IN THAT SHANTY TOWN YOU CALL YOUR 'NIGGER' COMPOUND? YOU HAVEN'T AN OUNCE
HUMANITY IN YOU MADAM, AND YOU DESERVE LESS. NOW DO AS YOU'RE FUCKING TOLD!!!"
Grady wasn't an abolitionist or a conscience driven Christian by any manner of
means. He was just as amoral and self-centred as the Morgan's, probably even
more so. However, the one thing that Grady knew for certain, he got nothing but
dedicated and selfless good soldiering from his devoted band of 'Buffalo
Soldiers', and in Grady's world that counted for everything. That their people
were being treated like animals outraged him.
Elizabeth and Jeremy stood tearful and helplessly by, as Captain Grady started
to issue a series of rapid commands to his men. Three of them stepped smartly
forward and grabbed an half naked girl each then, standing to the side of each
girl, they snapped them over, bending them in the middle and facing their
parents.
The two elder girls sobbed and young Felicity howled as each man leant over and
undid the drawstrings of their silken boomers, pulling them down their trembling
legs till they were bunched in a crumpled satin mound around each girl's knees.
"Uh... Ulp... Oooooo... Ugh... Waaaaaa..." wailed Felicity as her bare bottom
was displayed to everyone. The other two girls silently heaved with sobs, April
again noting with dismay, the look of almost lecherous satisfaction on Wesley's
face as her bare bottom and hairy little cunt was bared. She closed her eyes
tightly and tried to make the nightmare go away.
The three beauties were now fully on display to everyone, bent over with their
bare behinds presented lewdly, and their knickers around their knees. How
shameful it was to them. The Morgan girls, leaders of their peer groups, to be
denigrated in this ignominious way to all the hoi polloi of Morgan's Creek.
Mortified, the waited in trembling silence.
Meanwhile, the vengeful Solomon was busy whispering into the ear of Lt. Reagan,
who immediately attracted the attention of the Captain. Grady muttered an order
to Sergeant Abel who disappeared out of the room for a few minutes, returning
with a taciturn and defiant Slade in tow. The plantation manager listened to
Grady's whispered orders with growing interest as he too eyed the three
delectable girls over. Then he fumbled about in the voluminous pockets of his
frock coat, and produced an oilskin package. Grady indicated the half naked
girls and nodded meaningfully at Slade.
Slade strode across to his employer's children, noting with some satisfaction
that all three looked at him with some degree of pleading hope. Instead Slade
reached down and forced their legs wide apart. Starting with April, he took out
the South American concoction from the package and broke of a substantial amount
of the slimy stuff. Peering down at April's gaping genitals, Slade roughly
parted the unwilling lips of her slit and worked the disgusting mess up inside
her. April closed her eyes in horror. She'd been around the breeding compound
long enough to realise what this was. It was the fertility goop that Slade used
on the young 'cows' in the breeding farm. What April didn't know was that this
particular batch contained a trail dose of cocaine powder that Slade had been
meaning to try on the young black girls to 'pep up' their sexual performance.
Moving on, Slade inserted the evil stuff into the tight slits of both Jennifer
and young Felicity, (who had only just begun her menstruation cycle a couple of
months previously). The pretty little girl's body bucked and shuddered under
Slade's ministrations. They both also knew what the stuff was and it horrified
them.
Slade stepped away and carefully rewrapped the parcel, pocketing it as he gazed
with coarse anticipation at the three bare bottoms that were jerking and
quivering as the three girls tried unsuccessfully to expel the noxious substance
from their assaulted slits, their tiny hands held helplessly in the small of
their backs.
It didn't take long. In a matter of moments the snivelling sobs of all three
girls started to make way for an earthier, more sensual moaning as the effects
of the cocaine kicked in. Grady nodded in satisfaction and nodded slightly to
the first three blacks who had begun to form a line behind the three comely
sweethearts.
The fist three unhooked their suspenders and dropped their uniform trousers to
the floor, revealing their burgeoning erections. Pressing their cocks against
the goop smeared cunts; they each drove their rods fiercely into the virgin
holes.
The loudest scream came from young Felicity as three hymens were torn away
forever. April and Jennifer were hot on her heels however as all three girls
screeched and wailed as they were ridden with no finesse whatsoever. Slowly
however, the cocaine started its insidious work as the three blacks plunged in
and out. The two eldest were the first to surmount the pain barrier, breathing
out involuntary moans of lust as their tortured genitals became slick with a
combination of blood, goop, and their own feminine juices. Jennifer opened her
shame stricken eyes to look pleadingly at her parents. Then she opened them
wider in horror.
Grady had been looking meaningfully at Jeremy and Elizabeth, fingering the butt
of his pistol. His eyes flicked down at the three violated girls as his body
language issued an unspoken command.
Flushing to the roots of her hair, Elizabeth took hold of the voluminous folds
of her satin gown and started to tug it up to her waist. At the same time,
Jeremy unbuttoned the flap front of his trousers and felt around in his long
johns, fishing out his shrivelled cock.
Now the three appalled girls and all the Morgan's guests looked on in stunned
silence as Elizabeth apprehensively unlaced the bottom of her stays. With
trembling fingers she loosened the waist of her frilly silken drawers, allowing
them to sag down her legs to display her hairy pudenda. Then, with a muted sob,
she spread her legs wide and inserted two elegant fingers into her dry slit,
shuddering in muted revulsion as she slowly worked them in and out. At the same
time, her husband was pulling at his limp dick in a self-conscious and grotesque
parody of pleasure.
Impatiently, Grady gave a sharp nod at Slade, flicking his eyes at Elizabeth's
feeble fumblings in her bushy groin area. Slade got the message and, producing
the oilskin package once again he sidled over to the humiliated woman. The
broken Elizabeth didn't even show any token of resistance as Slade pulled her
shaking fingers away from her genital area and parted her thighs even wider.
Scooping a good amount of gunk out of the package, Slade expertly rammed it deep
into Elizabeth's dry gash, causing a little squeak to flutter up from the
anguished woman's palpitating chest.
After Slade had ensured that the evil substance was deeply embedded inside her
he withdrew his sopping fingers, wiping them casually on the rump of his
deerskin trousers as he returned Elizabeth's fingers to her vagina, ensuring
that she inserted three fingers this time.
By this time another three had replaced the three original men who'd been
fucking the girls, and all three girls were now were 'ohing' and 'ahing' as the
three black pistons were slammed in and out of their thoroughly lubricated
quims.
Completely dissatisfied with Jeremy's unenthusiastic performance, Grady decided
to add a little more family perversion to this unreal scene. He glanced at the
grunting, drooling April who was shuddering in a mixture of revulsion and desire
at her rape. He then withdrew a vicious horse crop from the side of his boots
and laid a savage stripe over the poor girl's bare back, the wound immediately
puffing up, splitting and oozing tiny beads of blood.
"AAANNNNGGGHHH... URRRGGGHHH... OOOFF... UH... UH... UH..." wailed April, torn
three ways between pain, pleasure, and degradation. She glanced desperately up
at Grady in fear.
"Shuffle over to Daddy dear, and get the bastard good and hard. I want to see
him coming all over your pretty face before you're finished..... UNDERSTAND
BITCH?" he savagely punctuated this sentence with.
April had barely time to digest this latest shameful sexual aberration before
he'd also dragged the young, squealing and still sexually coupled Felicity over,
to thrust her pretty little tearstained face into her mother's hairy crotch.
Startled, Elizabeth looked down at her youngest daughter, her reluctant fingers
stilled.
"Ulp... Ulp... Momma... Mmmmm..." the little girl snivelled as she nuzzled into
the warmth of her mother's lower belly, scraping her downy cheeks into
Elizabeth's wiry pubic hair. Grady pushed insistently on the back of Felicity's
head as Elizabeth dug her fingers into her cunt anew as she resumed her
increasingly necessary masturbation, her slick, slimy fingers urgently diddling
her now weeping gash. Suddenly overcome, Elizabeth leaned over and whispered
desperately to her youngest daughter.
"Felicity darling... Do what the man wants. Kiss it. Kiss your Mommy's v... t...
thing. He'll leave you alone if you do what he wants. Try and block your mind
off from it sweetheart!"
Felicity obediently pursed her lips and tearfully started to give her mother
fluttering little pecks of affection on her glistening gash and slime soaked
fingers as Elizabeth reluctantly started to vocalise her growing lust.
UNNNGGG... MMMMMM... OOOOH... UUH... UH... UH... OHHH... GO ON... GO ON... KISS
IT... KISS IT SWEETHEART..." she gurgled in a paroxysm of unwanted desire, her
beautiful face flushed beet red as she worked desperately at ignoring her
horrified guests.
Meanwhile her other daughter April was now being beleaguered by Grady who was
beating her bare white back with his crop as she was being shagged senseless by
black after black whilst forcibly being made to fellate her own father.
Her wet mouth slipped wildly on and off his now tumescent member, as she felt
yet another explosion of hot nigger-juice shooting up into her quaking womb.
April then felt an involuntary tightening of Jeremy's scrotum, preparatory to
shooting off, and she screwed her pretty eyes tight shut. She wasn't a moment
too soon as she felt the hot, slimy slickness of her Daddy's sperm drenching her
hot face and hair, seeping insidiously all down her pretty features as she felt
yet another of Grady's soldiers slipping his prick into her and hammering away
at the quivering cheeks of her bare bottom. 'Oh God. Would this damned nightmare
never end?' she thought despairingly.
Jennifer just numbly watched her two juddering siblings, vaguely thankful that
she was getting away with just a multiple rape and utter humiliation.
Finally it was over. the line of Buffalo Soldiers had filtered to the end and
the last of the obnoxious blacks had had their way with the three beautiful
girls, leaving them sobbing in shame and self disgust on the floor of the
ballroom, their bloomers hobbling their ankles as they still kept rubbing at
their sore, weeping slits, vainly trying to bring themselves off as the
concoction continued its work.
Elizabeth looked down at her three abused daughters in aching pity. They were
almost certainly impregnated with nigger-seed, as the goop always worked on
their own stock of 'cows'. She sent a silent and selfish little prayer up that
she hadn't also been violated yet, as she hurriedly pushed her own petticoats
and gown back down to modestly recover her trembling wet legs. She glanced at
Jeremy and silently urged him to cover himself, which he hurriedly did, going a
puce colour with rage at this impudent violation his family had been made to
suffer.
"UP... UP!" shouted the hateful Captain Grady. "STAND UP AND SHOW YOURSELVES TO
YOUR GUESTS... MRS. MORGAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? SKIRTS HIGH ONCE MORE TILL I
TELL YOU TO PUT THEM DOWN. YOU TOO MORGAN... PRICK OUT IN FRONT OF THEM. YANK
THAT LITTLE WIENER UP AND DOWN TILL IT FUCKIN' HURTS"
Miserably, the three girls straightened up in front of their shocked guests.
Elizabeth raised her skirts and petticoat's once more, and Jeremy, red faced and
fuming, hauled out his shrivelled meat.
Grady then had the Morgan family openly masturbate in front of everyone. It was
difficult for the struggling Jeremy who hadn't been given any sexually enhancing
preparations, but Elizabeth and her three daughters were still in the thrall of
the goop stuffed into their insides, and more than made up for Jeremy's
lacklustre performance.
Jennifer was delighting Grady's men by futilely attempting to scoop out the
gunk, while at the same time bringing herself mini-orgasm, after mini-orgasm and
then tripping up on her hobbling drawers and falling flat on her face, still
frantically frigging her hot cunt.
April, her father's hot come slowly slipping down her pretty face, first
inserted two fingers into her sticky hole, then three and finally four as the
ever encroaching lust wracked her slim frame. She grimly noticed throughout the
whole humiliating procedure, that young Wesley Harrison, and his father Carl
were staring transfixed at both her and her beautiful mother as they shamefully
panted and sobbed as they built themselves to climax after climax.
Young Felicity was overcome with raging pubescent desire as she rather
unskilfully squeezed and pulled at her hairless throbbing twat till she'd
achieved a kind of dry, wracking satisfaction.
It was only then that Grady allowed Elizabeth to lower her gown, and the three
girls to half hide their glowing and palpitating nakedness with their tattered
petticoats.
There was another thick, embarrassed silence in the ballroom as Jeremy and his
family were then herded together and hustled out of the house and down to the
slave's quarters, contained in a little wooded copse by the side of the cotton
fields. The guests were dismissed back to their various stores and houses,
whilst the Morgan family spent an apprehensive night in probably the filthiest
hut, surrounded by their slaves glaring hatred at them.
They huddled together, each one calming and comforting the other as another
rushing red dawn tinged the mackerel sky with crimson.
What was going to become of them now?...
To be continued...
