Slave Whore Ch. 01

Chapter 1: The Punishment.

Eliza lay beneath her, overweight, lug of a husband, as he grunted, and throbbed out his pleasure within her small frame. It was all she could do to stifle the yawn, welling up. But she controlled herself, knowing how cruel he could be when angered. One final shudder and he was finished. He rolled over and fell immediately asleep.

Adjusting her night-gown, Eliza, carefully climbed out of bed and crept out of the room. She knew all to well how angry her husband would be if he knew what she was doing. But she couldn't sleep knowing that Ben was in pain. He had been so good to her, and she had always tried to treat him with respect and dignity in return, well as much as one could treat a slave.

Gathering together some bandages, and water, she set out for the stables. Her husband had beaten him severely tonight, taking out all his frustration at this years, nearly non-existent, crops. She had watched, helplessly, as her husband brought that long, wicked looking whip down, again and again on Bens' back. But now she had to help him.

He looked up at her shocked, as she used the dampened cloth to clean the cuts covering his dark-brown back. She didn't speak, looking deeply into his dark, almost black eyes. Trying to convey just how sorry she was. She continued, and he laid his head on one arm, wincing occasionally when she touched a sensitive area.

"Well, well, well, isn't this a pretty scene,"

They both jumped at the voice behind them. Eliza stood immediately and turned to face him.

"Husband!" she spoke trying to keep the shock and fear out of her voice.

"My wife, cleaning a nigger," his voice boomed.

It was then that she noticed the Smith & Weston in his right hand.

"Husband, please," she pleaded, lost for words, her mind muddled by fear

"My wife cleaning the slave!" his voice just got louder, his chubby round face, red with rage. "My wife the slave lover - My wife the nigger lover," smiling a little as she cringed away from his crude language.

"Husband, No! I was just trying to help. A slave is no good to us dead, I was just - AH!" she was cut short, as he slapped her, hard. She crumpled to the ground, crying softly, terrified of her husbands wrath. Afraid for herself, but she was shocked to find that she was even more afraid for Ben.

"My wife and the nigger, sneaking out after dark"

"No! Husband please, it wasn't like that I swear I just wanted to help. I'm sorry my husband, so sorry."

But he wasn't listening, he was way past listening.

"Well! If my wife is going to be a slave lover, then she might as well be a slave whore!"

"Husband!" she cried out shocked, "Please don't say such things"

"You will be what ever I tell you, and right now you are a slave whore," he pulled her to her feet and threw her down on her back, onto a bed of hay, "And before you start liking the idea! You won't just be a slave whore to the Boy here," he spoke, pulling the shaking black man to his feet, "You're going to be the whore to all our fine slaves,"

Eliza watched terrified as her husband, leered down at her.

He turned to Ben smiling a cruel smile. Eliza watched, in shock, as her husband lifted the gun, pointing it directly at Bens' groin.

"Now Boy, you're going to do exactly as I say, aren't you."

Ben nodded, never taking his eyes of the gun

"Watch closely Boy, this show's in your honor," he turned back to his wife, and knelt beside her, "Up on your knees, my little nigger whore."

Cringing again at his foul language, she did as she was told; her husband looked back up at Ben to make sure he was watching, and then turned back to Eliza.

Gripping her night-gown with both hands, he ripped it apart, bearing her full white breasts, for Ben to see, then stood, pointing the gun at him again.

"Now fuck her," he spoke in a low dangerous voice.

"Master?" Ben spoke, his voice shaking.

"You heard me Boy," he raised the gun again.

Ben nodded and obediently knelt before his masters' wife.

"Mam, I'm so sorry, but I have to or he'll ..." she cut him off, placing a finger on his lips.

On his knees between her smooth white thighs, he unbuttoned his pants. Eliza watched fearfully as he freed his 10 inch member. But as she looked over his large muscular body, his dark brown skin, the way it clashed with her white thighs, new sensations began to invade her. Sending little thrills through her all the way down to her toes before amassing in her private center. But his broad muscular chest, seemed to be affecting her the most.

She placed her hands on his muscular shoulders as he moved over her, his hard shaft pushing against her tight opening.

"Sorry to disappoint you my dear whore," her husbands' harsh voice, broke into her thoughts, "But this isn't going to be a tender love making session - Boy! That's a nice big cock you have there and your going to ram it into that whore, to the hilt, you hear me Boy?."

Eliza looked up at Ben, nodding in response to his questioning look, letting him know that she forgave him. But she wasn't prepared for that first thrust, as he gripped her hips and, with all his strength, forced his enormous shaft into her tight hole.

He was unable to hold back his cry of intense pleasure, while she screamed her pain. She felt torn apart, stretched to the limit. He held himself still for a moment, allowing her to adjust to him within her. The pain dissipated faster then she expected, as her inner muscles began to relax and accept him. A new sensation began to take over, along with the fullness. Something she hadn't yet experienced. He pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back inside, sending a wave of pain and something else, something she couldn't quite grasp, through her.

She gripped his shoulders as he pounded into her, moaning and grunting, his pleasure. The pain had all but gone now replaced by something else. Something was building in her; she could feel it with every thrust of his shaft. She raised her knees, trying to get him deeper, staring amazed at his beautiful dark face, eyes closed, mouth wide, curling up a little at the sides, showing his delight.

His eyes flickered open, and for a moment they stared deeply into each other before closing again, concentrating on his need for release. She closed hers' as well shocked by the change in sensations. She lay back, glorying in the feelings that were building within her, tightening within her. She gasped as he began moving faster, thrusting harder, filling her so completely, stretching her further then she had thought possible. Still faster, harder, bruising the delicate flesh of her bottom as he gripped her pulling her up for a deeper penetration. And still the sensations built, her center tightening more, more.

Suddenly the heat took over, a scorching burning heat starting where he was filling her, and spreading in red hot waves of ecstasy. She was unable to hold back her scream, but this time she was screaming with pleasure not pain. In her dazed recovery, she felt him thrust once more, hard, roaring as his shot his seed into her, sending more thrills though her, and warmth as she felt his semen filled her.

Suddenly, Bens' delicious weight was pulled off her. Looking up shocked, she watched as her husband ordered Ben back to his bunk, before tuning back to her. Confused by his triumphant grin, she continued to stare up at his tall broad structure.

"Well my dear - That was your first warning," his voice as full of pride as his expression.

First warning? she thought, before realisation dawned. From his angle, with her screaming and all, it must have looked like a painful horrifying experience.

"You may go back to bed now - and you will never disobey me again - will you"

"No my husband," she spoke, keeping her head down, seeing no reason to show that his punishment had been anything other then torture.

Stay tuned for Chapter 2 – The Aftermath