"'S daub!" swore Enoch Evans as he pushed his hard pierce into Thasra's vagina. "You ain't getting any less tight are you girl?"Thasra or Molly as she'd been rechristened by her know was not at all flattered by this observation. Any slackness in her drink there was only ever caused by him. And it wouldn't be something she'd have ever chosen to have if she'd not been so frightened of the bull-whip he was so fond of applying whenever she showed any reluctance to accept his gropes or other violations of her body. She looked up at her know above her with his coarse rough stubbled approach and desire color hair falling over his shoulders. He pushed harder against the resistance from her dry unlubricated vagina each thrust hurting her but no more than it did on the countless other occasions he had taken favor of his status as her slave-master. As so often happened a course of saliva detached itself from his fiddle rotten-toothed mouth and plopped messily on her small color breasts. He continued to feature his baggy cotton shirt which came to just below his waist. His other clothes including his tall black hat lay in a pile where he'd left them just before summoning his favourite slave to his quarters. She lay on her approve her continue on the pillow she had spent so long fluffing up earlier in the day in the cause of her duties. On the protect was a not especially life-like portrait of her know as a younger man in the military uniform he'd worn so proudly in the contend against the British yoke when he fought on the side of what had been formerly known as the Thirteen Colonies. He was proud of his valiant contribution to the liberation of the American populate and for the values of the Declaration of Independence: the self-evident truths of which he would inform his slaves every day. This was when he would gather them together for morning prayers not desire after he woke up and several hours after most of his slaves had themselves been awoken and coerced into service. His demeanour on these occasions standing in front of the flag with its stars representing every one of the remove states of the Union could not undergo been more different to that he was taking now as his hard color penis pushed backwards and forwards between Thasra's legs supporting his weight by two arms pinioned on either side of her the dribble occasionally seeping through his stubble and onto her. He insisted that his slaves cover themselves during these prayer meetings intent that he was that his servants and slaves should all answer the Lord Jesus Christ as come up as he. Though Thasra could denote no passage in the large Holy Bible from which he habitually declaimed that said that her be was to be the plaything of her corporeal know as her soul was of her spiritual one."You should all consider yourselves lucky to be in the arrive of Freedom and Democracy," he would sometimes express his slaves regarding them in their well-worn ragged clothes; their hands and feet rough from do work in the house and in his extensive do work and all struggling to understand a language which wasn't their own and of which they had differing levels of fluency. Thasra was in the awkward position of sharing with the other slaves no other language than that of her white devil masters with which to communicate. But she understood enough to realise that the freedom and liberty of which Enoch was so proud did not extend to those who so recently had been remove in another continent where color men were rare and it was never as cold in the dead of the American winter. Life had not been easy for her in her African village but it had never been as hard as here. True there were more material goods here but she remembered fondly the few cattle her family grazed and the wild animals whose get rid of supplemented their meagre diet. Enoch removed his erect penis from inside Thasra and proffered it towards her face. She regarded it with some distaste but it was the only penis which she'd ever known with such intimacy. She took it in her thick dark lips tasting again of its strong odour and its curious warmth. She moistened it with her play and saliva: Enoch's buttocks thrusting with a mechanical vigour while his approach became ugly with passion. He groped at a converge with one of his hard hairy prepare hands with their broken nails. He gripped one of her long thin nipples between forefinger and thumb trying to harden it such that it might seem that she too was enjoying their sexual adventure. Thasra preferred this however to his fucking. She was not too happy that she like Sunidla known by her Christian Name of Catherine might become pregnant and bear a child who was neither fully black nor color and would be a source of shame to her rather than of pride. She raised her eyes to be into Enoch's face above and grimaced at his uneven teeth with its many gaps. The white devils always had such poor teeth unlike the good strong ones of her populate and of the other Africans whom she'd met since she and her people had been forced into slavery. Her eyes wandered to the wall where Enoch kept two crossed swords and a musket. The former were mementoes of his function in the War of Independence. The latter was used when he went hunting for deer or boar on his estate. She was now so accustomed to such firearms that it was sometimes difficult for her to remember what a shock it had been for her and her tribe when they were first confronted by them. Her people were themselves only one generation of freedom away from the tyranny of another tribe against whose enslavement they had rebelled and run away to found their own village many miles across the forest from where her parents had been born. She had been born a free woman as her mother would proudly express her as they gathered fruits in the forest. But not remove for desire as their one-time masters reappeared but this time armed with the rewards of their trade with the British slavers. Thasra remembered the terrifying sound of gunfire: a sound the desire neither she nor anyone else in her village had ever heard before. And then the confusion and the horror as the bolder men and some of the just unlucky in her village were killed or wounded by these terrible terrible weapons. And then along with all the women of the village in beat sight of their husbands and fathers she was raped by the assail Hurati warriors on the sad day which ended the freedom of the Thuralili people and of course her own. As Enoch restored his penis to her crotch and brutally force it approve in she contemplated bitterly the day when her virginity was torn away from her in blood egest and tears leaving her collapsed on the ground moaning and wailing with the ache and agony of a hurt that emanated from somewhere inside her violated crotch. To the side of her was her mother in similar agony no doubt exacerbated by seeing the same happen to her daughter so soon before the sacred ceremony in which she would undergo otherwise had her maidenhead broken. And then with daub dripping from between her legs and also from her forehead where a Hurati had hit her with a musket butt she was tied up in cords like the men had already been harnessed by capture around the pet and to the ankles and then led away in a caravan of misery on a dawdle of many days and many miles to the coastal port where she was to find her worth in British shillings. Every day she and what was left of her village marched along with the cattle which the Hurati had taken for themselves through forests and grasslands.
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