Slaves Revenge part 4
I didn't wake up until the next morning. I was lying on my back on the
rough wood floor and the pressure om my poor bottom was causing the welts
to hurt so I rolled over only to find there was no position I could lie in
that didn't cause welts to be pressed into the stickerie floor.
I managed to get to my feet which were the only things not hurting and saw
my body in the old cracked mirror they had found. It was terrible. My
whole body was covered by purple welts and I began to cry remembering the
terrible ordeal. There was nothing that didn't hurt. I even had a welt on
my neck that the chain was hurting and one on my face from my ear to my
chin. If that wasn't enough they must have done terrible things to my poor
vagina and butthole because they were aching and throbbing with each
heartbeat.
I began to cry remembering my ordeal and Rachel must have heard my sobs
because she walked in the door to look at me speculatively then said,
"You must be pretty sore. You put on a hell of a show last night. Come on
you can go float in the river awhile. It may make you feel a little
better."
She led me to the river by my chain which I held away from the neck welt.
I sank gratefully into the cool water to float with only my butt sinking
in a bit into the silty mud.
She continued to look at me with only the tips of my breasts above the
water then said, "God Girl. You were unreal. I was begginning to think you
were never going to faint but once you did you would do it again with only
a few lashes. You about wore me out carrying buckets of water to splash on
you to bring you around."
"Oh God. How could you be so mean? Why couldn't you let me be unconscious
after that ordeal. I never whipped you that much."
"Maybe not so much at one time but you whipped me a lot. We had to wake
you. There were still people waiting their turn and we were making a lot
of money. I bet even more people will show up next Saturday."
I moaned "Oh no! You can't be thinking of doing this again. I will die!"
"No you won't die. We won't let you. With the money we make off you we
will never have to do the hard work of farming."
I shuddered and began to cry knowing how lazy they were and that they
would use me as long as I could draw a crowd.
For the rest of the week I wasn't whipped or anything because they wanted
my skin to return to white for the show. That didn't mean I didn't have to
satisfy their every sexual whim no matter how disgusting to me.
Too soon Saturday came and I was tied to a pole to watch the people coming
in and to suffer their hands roaming over my body as they giggled about
how it would look striped. To make matters worse for me there were a few
white men and a lot more black women. It embarrassed me even more for
white men to see me this way and the women frightened me since they seemed
to be meaner always picking my most sensitive parts to whip.
Finally it appeared no more people were coming after about fifty and I
began crying realizing if they could only afford two lashes apiece I would
suffer a hundred lashes.
Jude came to me with his version of kindness saying, "We decided to use
the leather thonged whip since you were bleeding quite a bit from the
switches and I made you a leather hood to protect your eyes since one lash
last time came real close.
He slipped a leather cap over my head that buckled around my throat
leaving only a hole for my mouth and slits for my nose so I could breathe.
I was now blind which seemed to add to the fear which increased even more
as he said to the jeering audience,
"Some of you people were disappointed last time for the delays while we
revived her from fainting. To stop that we are hanging her upside down to
keep the blood in her head."
I fought and struggled since I knew they could make it no worse but they
managed to buckle the cuffs on my ankles and wrists then I felt the blood
going to my head as my legs were pulled up and widened until My arms
tightened against the stakes in the ground and my innerthighs began to
ache from the pull on my tendons.
They began whipping me and they must have used more than one whip since
there was no delay as the switch was passed on as in the first time. It
was awful! Beyond description! The orst thing is they were right about
being upside down no matter how bad it got even the ones that ripped at my
nipples and sunk into my gaping slit would not bring unconsciousnes.
Fortunately the human body can only stand so much pain before nerves go
dead and something happens in your brain to just make you uncaring.
I have no idea how many lashes I took. I barely remember Jude saying,
"Well I guess if you are all broke the show is over."
It wasn't over altogether though. For a lesser price my arms were raised
up until I was like a hammock and men began fucking my pussy or ass as my
hood was ripped off to have a smelly pussy pressed into my mouth. Finally
there was no longer any money even for that and I was let down to lie in
the dirt as Jude and Rafe said goodbyes and reminded them of the show next
week.
At that point my mind snapped. I became like a zombie no longer caring
what they did to me and only hoping for death. They tried everything from
gentle sex to more burns from their cigars but I just didn't react since I
no longer cared about anything.
They gave up on me and said that in the next show they would use barbed
wire whips to whip me to death and even then I didn't care because I
wanted to die.
I was saved by a miracle. Rafe came back from town with a white girl all
dressed up with a parasol to protect her from the sun. Rachel pushed me
into the cabin and out of sight but I heard Rafe say, "Julie here missed
the stage to Biloxi. I offered to give her a ride to the big town where
she could catch another instead of staying overnight. She was planning to
surprise her Daddy by coming home rather than stay in college."
I heard her say, "It is so nice of you folks to help me out." Then I heard
a struggle and she was dragged into the cabin with her hands tied behind
her back. She was yelling, "Why are you treating me this way. I am an
abolitionist! I am trying to help you people."
Jude just laughed and said, "You can help us a lot more by getting us
money."
"You mean you are going to hold me for ransom?"
"Naw. I don't know how we could collect the money without getting caught
but that don't mean you can't help us."
She looked around desperately and saw me huddled in the corner. She looked
at my nude body increduously and whined, "Oh my God. You have another
white girl here. What have you done to her she is all welts."
Rafe said, "She didn't cooperate so she had to be punished. You are going
to be good aren't you?"
"Oh yes. Just don't hurt me. I can't stand pain."
They took her outside to chain her to the tree then Rafe came in. He said,
"Bitch don't talk to her. I want Saturday to be a surprise. If you say one
word I will fry your nipples and pussy with red hot irons."
Even though I had lost my will to live that frightened me and I said, "I
won't talk to her. I promise."
Then Jude said I have more good news Jack Hawkins one of the white men who
came to whip the Bitch offered to take her to the slave auction to sell
for 20 percent of the sale price next Monday. He thinks we could get up to
a thousand dollars for her if we can get her looking good. I have never
even seen that much money and when the new one is used up we can sell
her."
They were delighted and from then on Rachel rubbed salve on me and they
began feeding me better to regain some of my lost weight. I wasn't tempted
to go back on my promise since they left the new girl outside with a
blanket to lie on for the three days until Saturday. I could hear her
sobbing and complaining out there late into the night.
Saturday came and they tied her in an "X" position with her arms going to
a limb and her legs tied wide apart to dtakes in the ground. I peeked
though a knothole in the cabin as she looked around desperately while more
and more people pulled into the yard. She spotted a white man and clled
desperately for him to help her but he just sneered and said, "I ain't
here to help you. I am here for the show."
She began to cry still not knowing what was going to happen but sure it
would not be good.
They did her differently to milk every dime they could out of the crowd.
First they had an auction to see who would get to cut off all her clothes.
The high bidder then went to her with a big Bowie knife and began cutting
off her clothes one by one. She was wearing a lot. First he cut off her
dress, then her petticoats, then her chemise, then her stockings as she
whimpered and struggled and finally her pantaloons to leave her there
totally naked showing a nice body with large breasts and a small waist.
They let her hang there naked awhile to let the crowd walk around her to
study and fondle every inch while she cried and struggled then Rafe said,
"She claims to be a virgin. What am I bid for her pussy."
Bids went all the way up to three dollars then the high bidder
unceremoniously opened his pants and plunged his dick into her dry pussy
ripping her hymen to cause a loud scream.
When he came and pulled out blood was dripping down her thighs.
She was now sobbing almost hysterically probably not hearing Jude say,
"Now what is your bid for her virgin asshole."
To my surprise the bidding was even higher to three dollars and a
quarter."
The high bidder went behind her to pull apart her asscheeks to plunge into
her causing an agonized scream and more until he finally pulled back
showing the shit and blood on his now softening dick. He went to the river
to wash it while she hung her head sobbing.
Jude said, "Now to the main show. Lashes ten cents apiece. How many Ladies
and Gentlemen?"
It was hard to keep track as they yelled out amounts and Rafe took their
money and gave them tickets with the amont on them but it had to be more
than a hundred.
They had learned from me and used the leather thonged whip. She was
amazingly strong. She took the lashes screaming until hoarse then just
gasping until everyone was totally out of money. She didn't faint until
she was released.
I know it sounds awful but I didn't care about her. I was just grateful
she had taken my place and looked forward to my auction at the slave
market knowing no owner that bought me could be worse.
