Authors: Powerone
The whip curled around each leg, starting at the calf and bit into his muscular flesh as he shuddered. The First Mate moved up to his knee, going to the other leg until both of his lower legs were scarred a bright red from the whip. He went to work on the thighs; the muscles tightened by the buck before the First Mate found its target. He screamed as the end of the whip lashed the inside of his thighs, moving up and down the flesh.
The buck's body screamed out in pain, his head grew dizzy as he endured the terrible whipping. The whip was so close to his sex that he could feel the breeze as it swung by. The sharp, painful bite of the whip on his thigh made him scream again. He could feel the blood running down his legs.
The First Mate was ready for the final whipping, his favorite part. This is where he taught them to fear their white masters. He swung the whip up from the floor and it went between the legs of the black buck. The First Mate could almost feel the ship shaking as the buck's body went into a spasm when the tip of the whip found its intended target. It struck his balls, the whip lashing at the unprotected flesh with a powerful thud that sent his twin balls shooting painfully into his stomach. This would be one buck that would not make any girl pregnant again.
"EEEEEEEWWWWWW.” It sounded like a girl screaming, but it was the hardy buck. The whip caught him in his balls; the shooting pain in his stomach horrific. He was sure that his balls were crushed. Another blow caught his balls again, ruining whatever chance he might have had for children. He threw up as his stomach churned in pain. The next blow caught him in the ass and it felt like a hot poker was shoved up his hole. He couldn't even scream any longer, the whip returning to dance all around his asshole. He pissed on the floor unable to control his bladder. He finally passed out with the second strike of the whip on his cock. The first one had curled around the head of his cock and felt like a knife cut the head off, the whip damaging his once proud cock forever.
"Cut him down. Throw some salt brine on the wounds and put him back in the hold with the others. Let him be a lesson for them. Cut the rations by half for the others.” The buck slumped to the ground when they cut him down. They hauled him off, throwing buckets of water on the deck to wash away the blood, readying for the next victim.
"Give me the black bitch. String her up, spread and naked. I'm going to enjoy her.” The First Mate's cock was hard at the thought of whipping her.
The sailors stripped her naked as she fought them, enjoying her cries as they ripped the clothes from her body. Even though they had never felt shame at being naked, the girls quickly learned after only a short time in clothes. It was probably the way the men looked at them with lust in their eyes. She was strung like her boyfriend between two posts, the posts for the females lower and closer together. But they would still feel like their bodies were being split up the middle as the ropes held their limbs spread eagle. The First Mate admired her small ass, her hips blossoming into fullness. What he lusted for most was her pink pussy that was so prominently displayed against her black skin. They had pushed her upper body forward, her waist bent over a low bar so that her cute ass was arched up as if she was begging to have her ass whipped. With the spread of her legs, her pussy was opened up from the rear as well as her tiny asshole that was barely visible between her spread cheeks.
The First Mate went behind her; his hands freely ran over her taut ass cheeks and felt her muscles flex as she tried to hide her treasures from his calloused hands. He slapped her ass until he could feel the heat in her skin. “Just to warm you up, my black bitch.” He stepped back and took a 20-inch thong whip, 12 strands hanging down from the handle. He liked this one for close quarters. The second whip he would use would have spiked tails, each strand having an iron spike on the end. It would tear into her tender flesh.
The first blow on her back elicited a scream from her lips. The leather strands left red welts visible even on her black skin. Like the buck, he started at her shoulders, working down her back to her waist never pausing between blows. He stopped only to change hands; the whip moved down vertically now, the welts crisscrossing as her screams became louder. Her legs were next as he moved down to her delicate ankles and calves. The strands wrapped around her legs drawing a scream from her lips each time he struck. He enjoyed whipping her thighs next. He knew her flesh was tender there and he took time to put all of his strength behind each blow. She shook and trembled as he worked over her thighs until she was blubbering loudly, her screams hoarse. “Turn her around. Let me work on the front.” He relished this part of the whipping.
Her struggling increased when she realized where the First Mate was going to whip next. Her breasts and sex were openly exposed, her limbs spread. One of the sailors plucked at her nipples until they became erect in spite of her trying to stop the urge.
"Such tempting targets.” The First Mate picked up a thong whip, this time the one with spiked tails. She would soon fear the whites. His aim was careful and deliberate as the twelve whip strands struck across her small titties. Two of the whip strands found her erect nipples, the iron spikes tore into the sensitive flesh. Blood gushed from the nipples as her body shook and her blood-curdling scream rang out into the open sea. The other sailors openly fondled their organs as they watched the naked girl being whipped. The whip moved down over her belly, the girl sucking in her gut as if she could somehow escape the next lash of the whip. The spikes gouged her flesh, the First Mate moving back up to strike her titties making them bounce as she screamed in pain. Her nipples shimmered brightly with blood. For five minutes, the First Mate worked above her waist, taking his time, but his eyes continued to stare at her pink, naked gash. Soon he would enjoy making the whip visit the tender flesh between her legs.
He picked up a leather slapper, about two inches wide. He wanted to tenderize her pussy, working up gradually in pain. He didn't want her passing out on him. He swung it up between her legs; her body jerked up in the air as it caught her between her legs, slapping hard between her lips and attacking her inner lips with a vengeance. Her scream was priceless; the black bitch never realized the cruelty of her white masters. Three more times he beat her pussy with the slapper, the pink flesh now a bright red. He picked up a studded paddle. Hard leather three inches wide, iron studs every inch along the leather sticking out over a half an inch. He would draw blood this time.
She was babbling incoherently, forgetting the little English they taught her. Her body was in so much pain; she never believed that anyone would whip a girl between her legs. Now he had a leather paddle with iron studs in them. She watched it move up between her legs as if it were in slow motion. The paddle hit with a loud resounding thud, the First Mate making sure that he dragged the studs up between her parted lips before he pulled back. For a moment, there was no feeling and then it hit her. The pain rushed to her brain. It felt like her insides were on fire, her sex wet, sure that she was bleeding. She didn't have a chance to recover before another blow struck her between her legs. The First Mate rubbed the cruel studs along her slit, the metal studs aggravating her tender inner flesh. Four times he struck her pussy before he put the paddle down and picked up the thong whip again. The one with the spiked tails. She begged him, rambling in her native tongue, but the First Mate just smiled as he rubbed his cock.
The first blow of the whip was between her legs, but he moved in close, making sure that the strands slid up between the cheeks of her ass to dance over her asshole. Her scream confirmed his accuracy; her pee ran down her legs as she lost control of her bladder. Another blow and she was sure that the spikes were driving deep into her asshole, tearing the tiny hole as it entered her. He moved back. The next time the whip hit, it caught her on her pussy. Not just between her lips, but on her hole, the end of the thongs striking the dark hole with the vengeful spikes. Her body bounced up and down as she screamed, the tight bondage giving her very little freedom.
Cum arced onto the deck as some of the sailors came from their masturbation, unable to control their orgasm as the First Mate whipped her cunt. She was hardly screaming any longer, her voice gone from the first half hour of screaming. The whip lashed at her sex and tore the flesh until it bled. The First Mate saved the last for the best. He picked up a riding crop specially cut for him. The two-inch crop was cut to only a half-inch wide, made especially for precision. He picked it up, aimed carefully, the girl's frightened eyes on it as it rose up from the floor. It hit her with the precision of many years of practice, the harsh leather crop hitting her squarely on her clit. Her mouth opened to scream, but a second blow to her clit sent her into oblivion and she fainted before the First Mate could enjoy her pain. They cut her down and spread her out on the deck. The First Mate inspected her, turned her over and his fingers entered her bloodied asshole with ease, her muscles already whipped into submission. Back on her back, her legs drawn up, the First Mate shove four fingers into her bloody pussy and tore the flesh that was not already whipped. He couldn't even find her clit, just a bloody stump where it was.
She was starting to come around when the First Mate knelt over her, his knees on each side of her head. His cock jutted in her face, his hands shoved her mouth open; then his hips pumped his rigid cock into her mouth and down her throat before she became conscious. He fucked her mouth and throat until he spilled his cum into her unwilling mouth. She passed out two more times, this time from lack of air, as thirty sailors fucked her mouth and throat before they were finished with her. She was thrown back into the hold, her body a bloodied mess to serve as a reminder to the other black females that the only way to survive was to submit to the whites.
There was no more trouble on the rest of the voyage, the ship pulling into the harbor of Charleston, South Carolina on a clear sunny day, the Captain eager to off load his cargo of blacks at the Slave Mart.
Samuel owned the Old Slave Mart, located between Church and State Street, the only slave auction gallery in South Carolina. People came from over a hundred miles away every two weeks because he had the best slaves for sale. And the most submissive. Every one of his slaves was with him for two weeks before he put them up for auction. They soon learned of the punishment for disobedience, Samuel making sure that at least one male and one female were punished the first day of a fresh batch of arrivals. Just like the Captains on the ships did. The blacks soon learned the lesson. They learned as quickly as any other animal. He had a good load of females, over forty of them. Fifteen were prizes, light brown skin, ten of them young girls that had just bloomed into womanhood. They would fetch a good price, but they required special treatment. Each girl was bathed, scrubbed and furnished with new clothes. They would be paraded on a stage like the others, but they would require a more titillating presentation to the bidders, their bodies stripped naked as they were displayed to attract the highest bids. And then there were the private inspection rooms, where the wealthiest bidders could inspect any girl or buck they desired to see more intimately. Many females would use the inspection rooms to check the bucks, their slim, white hands stroking large black cocks until they grew erect. Though it was never spoken in polite society, many white women took the black bucks to service their sexual needs. Only the largest and hardest cocks would pass muster for them. The girls would have all of the orifices probed, tested for tightness and elasticity. They too would serve the Master's lust, some of them even providing sexual gratification to the mistress of the house. Or the daughter of the mistress. That was none of his concern. He just provided his customers with a good product, just like the general store owner down the street.
General Joshua Lee Johnston owned one of the largest plantations in Mississippi. Though he was called “General” by most, even his family, he had long retired from the Army. It was a long distance to travel for a slave auction, but he had always been successful with Samuel's slaves and it was almost like a family outing to go to one of these auctions. His wife had passed a few years ago. He was sixty years old, but still a strong, virile man. His plantation was so large that the nearest town was almost a day's ride, so visitors were not very frequent. He took his lust out on the slaves, finding the most desirable light-skinned beauties to accommodate him. He would stroll the corridors of the female slave quarters deciding which would girl would receive his manhood. With him on this trip were his eldest son, Jerry Lee, and his eldest daughter, Madison. Jerry Lee was in his late thirties, married to a lovely girl named Kaitlyn, though the General suspected that she did little to satisfy his sexual desires. Jerry Lee did nothing to hide his lust from his wife who often aided him in deflowering a lovely virgin. Madison was a spirited girl, in her late twenties, unmarried, almost a spinster by society rules. It wasn't that she didn't have beaus, many a man called on her, her beauty unparalleled in the state. But none lived up to her expectations, Madison doing as much to run the plantation as Jerry Lee. She was mean spirited, but with the blacks you needed that to keep them in line. After all, they had over 15o blacks in comparison to the twenty whites on the plantation. Fear was the only thing that kept them in line.
Samuel eyed Madison when she walked into the auction house. All you had to follow were the heads of all the men as they turned to see the beauty as she passed. She wore a white dress, her bare shoulders and a generous amount of cleavage displayed for all eyes that sought her out. The dress clung to her full hips and butt, not a soft cock among the crowd as she passed by. She had a lustful body and she knew it, flaunting it for all to see. But Samuel knew that she would require one of the private inspection rooms, knowing that she was always interested in a new buck. The General and Jerry Lee would also require their own rooms, the General preferring the light-brown girls, Jerry Lee loving the jet-black girls. Samuel knew that the General would take many of the slaves today, all of the best ones as he paid top dollar. Few could afford to outbid him and few would dare. It was not a good idea to be on the wrong side of the General. The General and his family sat in the first row, cushioned chairs placed especially for him. The auction was about to begin.