George Gardy (39) (50 women slaves, + males)
Wilma Gardy (35), George's Wife
Mary Gardy (61), George's mother
Billy Gardy (18), son
Jane Gardy (19), daughter
Becky (18) Jane's cousin
WARNING: Some people may find some of the language offensive; please do not read if you do. It is not meant to intentionally offend.
1. George Gardy & Bena
George Gardy is by any means a saint, after all he's a slave owner in the Southern state, but to the ire of his fellow slave owners he allowed the niggers some liberties that they thought were just bad precedent. For example he did not mate his nigger slaves until they were 18 and he unusually allowed his niggers to keep their African names, and rewards them for good behaviour. That stood him out from the others.
On this day George Gardy proudly and confidently rode his white stallion across his plantation fields; proud of building up the sugar cane business after inheriting it from his father. From a few slaves and a few fields he now had around 100 nigger slaves of all ages, and fields as far as the eye can see. He has been careful to manage the slave stock, keeping a mixture of men and women; and to replenish the labour for future years a steady stream of new arrivals. Yes, he encouraged marriages between slaves to keep them happy, to give them purpose other then field working. But of course marriage means regular sex between the slaves; this in turn produced babies for future.
Yes, he has been lucky to have had a steady stream of pregnancies in his slave stock.
He spotted one of his favourite slaves. So pretty at about 20 years of age that she always caught his eye. George dismounted and approached the young woman.
"How is the work going?" asked George.
"Fine, massa. Jus' fine," came the reply.
"Good, very good. I just need to take a break. Come here, Bena."
"Um, I's need finish picking sugar cane, massa," fearing what was to come.
"It's alright; you can take a few minutes break."
"But massa, Mr Samuel wants we finish picking," Bena's husband of 2 weeks protested. He stood next to Bena in solidarity, fidgeting nervously.
"Bena, don't keep me waiting!" George raised his voice as he undid the flies to his trousers.
Bena, not having a choice, obediently kneeled in front of her master, keeping her head down, not wanting to look up.
"Now get me ready, like a good girl," instructed George as he stood with his arms on his hips and his cock hanging out of his trousers.
Reluctantly Bena grasped her master's cock in her right hand and started to do what was expected of her -- she started to stroke it to get it hard. Taking a deep breath she took the hardening cock in her mouth and with practised skill she raised her master's ardour. She tried to keep her eyes closed out of shame, fearing meeting her husband's eyes; but she needn't have worried. Feeling helpless and to avoid his master's rage he turned away and continued his work on the sugar cane -- as HE was expected to do - to ignore his wife getting sexually used, out in the open, in front of everyone. But none of the other workers paid any attention, or at least appeared not to to avoid punishment.
"That's a good girl; you really know how to suck my cock. Does your new husband appreciate your cock sucking skill? You must have sucked his cock. Maybe that's why he married you?"
Bena did not answer his coarse remarks and George did not pursue it. He just enjoyed the power of being crude. Of course HE had arranged Bena's wedding according to his idea of them making the best mating pair when she was ready to be breeding.
"I think that will do," George said. But that was not the end of the ordeal for her. George pulled the young woman up and lifted her simple dress over her head. Bena stood there allowing herself to be stripped right there in the field, in front of the other workers AND her husband. Not been permitted to wear any underwear, she stood naked, awaiting her master's orders as he spread her dress on the ground.
"Yes, you truly are a sight to behold for a nigger slave," George commented feeling her perfect heavy round breasts with dark areoles and nipples; and combing through her ample tightly curled bush between her legs. "Now lie down on this dress, here."
Bena did as she was told; not saying a word, knowing what was to follow -- after all had she not done this countless times from the age of 18 when massa George had bought her? Yes, George Grady had seen the potential in the pretty and healthy 18 year old nigger slave (he'd seen her mother) and had fucked her ever since. She was expensive but he thought she was worth it for her breeding potential.
George removed his trousers for comfort and mounted Bena. Her husband flinched when he heard his wife make the unmistakable sound of having been forcefully penetrated, penetrated without first having been made ready. He did not turn to look, ashamed and embarrassed at his helplessness to stop his naked wife being raped here in the field in front of him and the other slaves.
Bena tried not to make a sound but failed as a result of her master's hard thrusts. "Ungh! Ungh!" She grunted. However the animated man on top did not hold back, he did not have to, thus the loud grunts and other satisfying sexual sounds from George, and inevitably from Bena, advertised the sex taking place in the open. He was simply using his property to quench his sudden sexual urge, as the law of the land permitted him to. Then the long "Ahhhh" followed by "YES!" left no doubt that the master just ejaculated into his young slave.
George rolled off Bena and lay on the ground breathing heavily, with a satisfied care-free grin on his face; his spent white cock lying exposed. He was the master of his land; his cock was the tool by which he ruled the land and the slaves. He made a great show of fucking the women AND the young girls in public, re-enforcing his own status and letting the slaves know their status. So, Bena knew she needed to perform one more task. Naked as she was she kneeled beside her master, took his cock once more in her mouth and proceeded to clean his semen and her own sex juices from his cock.
Feeling sated he said, "You did well, Bena, as always. Now get dressed and finish off your work."
"Yes, massa," Bena said simply and pulled her ragged dress back on to cover her nudity. George pulled his trousers on and rode off. When he was out of site Bena ran to her husband crying, but he could do no more then hug and comfort her, resigned to the fact that the master will fuck his wife whenever he pleases.
Yes, George has around 50 women on his plantation and loved to fuck them ALL, no matter their age. He hides his delight at having a harem of available females at his whim from his wife by simply telling her that it was justifiable business and that it was necessary to control the women, hence her family, by making the statement that he is the boss, that he in fact owns them. And fucking them whenever and wherever he likes is the ultimate form of ownership statement.
He is by no means a mean slave owner -- well, when compared to most. Yes he fucks them (like all other owners, but it's never really discussed, just accepted), but he does not do the extreme punishments of other owners. For instance, no sever whipping, no confinement in a hot box, etc. On the other hand, to the amusement and annoyance of other slave owners, he does reward good behaviour. This is why the slaves more or less behave themselves and the women endure the humiliation of being openly raped, and the husband looks the other way when his wife is mounted, and the parents accepts their offspring will be fucked as soon as they turn 18.
George Gardy's special delight is the availability of teen girls. He loves to be the one to take the girl's virginity on her 18th birthday but at the same time he knows he can fetch a great price for a girl who is still a virgin. So he allows himself the occasional indulgence when he knows it will make business sense to keep a girl into her womanhood. In such a case he will be the one to fuck the girl the first time...he rightfully takes the virginity of all his girls he keeps and not sells, to mark his ownership on her, and for the sheer fucking delight of, yes fucking a tight young girl.
