The master's revenge

CHAPTER NINE

Her belly was bloating grossly outward and her lips were stretched back over her teeth as the last few drops of cold water ran into her ass.

The man fetched a porcelain bedpan from the cabinet and held it in his left hand. He moved to the little girl's rear. He had to pull the plug and get the bedpan in place quickly.

He knew there was no way the little girl would be able to hold the water inside herself once the ivory plug had been pulled from her tight butt.

He pulled the plug out of the little girl's ass quickly, forcing the muscle to stretch outward from the rest of the cleavage between her ass cheeks for a moment before snapping back into place.

He quickly moved the bedpan into place and told Tammy Taylor that it was ok for her to release the water – and the little black girl figured these had to be the sweetest words she had ever heard. Her brain was no longer working properly.

The horrors she had suffered, and the recent loss of her man, had warped her mind. She was temporarily insane. Her stream-of-consciousness was no longer working properly.

She found that her thoughts were traveling in a thousand different directions at the time – and she would hold onto no single thought for more than a fraction of a second.

The little girl instantly relaxed her asshole and clamped down simultaneously on the muscles inside her colon and her bowels. Her anus opened – dilated – until it was grossly gaping.

Tammy Taylor could hear her asshole making a thunderous farting noise. It was the loudest fart the little girl had ever heard in her entire life – and that was saying something.

Jonah had been known to cut some huge farts in the morning – especially on mornings after the slaves were served pork and beans for dinner. She tried not to think about Jonah.

Tammy decided that the only way she could preserve what was left of her sanity was to never think about the love of her life again. She now only had one purpose – and that was to serve her white master.

She could feel her asshole blustering painfully and loudly – and the water spewed violently out of her asshole – right into the porcelain bedpan. Bernard Cornfield held the bedpan until all of the water had emptied from her bowels. The last of the water came out thick and, sludgy, and he was pleased with this.

Her bowels were purged and cleansed – and the man knew he could now fuck the little girl right up the poop-chute without worrying about getting shit on his dick.

He took the bedpan out of the torture chamber and left it on the floor. One of the slaves would clean it later. He didn't have to do such things being a landowner and all.

He then released the girl's wrists from their cuffs and she tumbled immediately onto the floor. He remove the leather strap that held rolled her onto her waist jack-knifed. He rolled her onto her belly right there on the floor and used a rag to wipe her ass clean.

He thing picked her up in his arms – lifting her as if she was as light as a feather. He carried her over to the torture table once again and placed her on her belly so that her tits were flattened against the wood.

The girl was crazy – and she half-knew it. She knew something had to be wrong with her. The thought of her white master sadistically sodomizing her was not filling her with terror any longer as it was supposed to. No, she was feeling horny.

The little black girl could feel a tingling of desire in her asshole – a tingling she had never known before, not even when she was making it with Jonah.

She felt as if she actually wanted to get fucked up the ass. She could feel her asshole opening and closing rhythmically, as if her brown nether eye were winking at her master.

Tammy Taylor could feel the desire in her anus spreading inward to fill her tight tubular sphincter muscle. It spread inward further.

It filled her colon and her bowels. She could even feel a focal point of her anal desire forming deep inside her ass – in a place where only the tip of her master's prick could touch it.

As he rebound her to the table she could tell that something wonderful was going to happen when he buggered her. She could tell that he was going to make her come.

Yes, he was going to give her an orgasm – and she could tell that it was to be a release unlike any other she had ever known. Her clit would have nothing to do with this orgasm.

Her inner pussy would be unrelated to the release she would have. He was going to make her come inside her ass – something she would not have thought possible unless she had experienced it for herself.

The man rubbed her tiny ass for a moment and then returned to the cabinet. He had cleaned up the enema bag and replaced it on its shelf.

He now fetched a bottle of oil – with which he was to lubricate the anal intercourse. He did not want to use the oil because he sought to keep the little girl's pain to a minimum.

On the contrary, the man did not give a shit about the little girl's pain one way or the other. He simply didn't want to work very hard. He felt lazy.

He knew that he would have an easier time, and not break as much of a sweat, if both his pole and her asshole were made slippery with the oil.

He set the bottle on the table in between the black girl's spread thighs. He yanked her ass cheeks open once again with his left hand exclusively.

He then took the top off the bottle of oil with his right hand. He poured some of the oil at the top of the crack of her ass. He let gravity do some of the work for him at that point.

The oil flowed downward into the stretched cleavage between her buttocks. The oil rolled over her opening and closing asshole – and then down into the base of her cunt.

The asshole made funny noises, as if it were trying to suck the oil right up inside. The white man massaged the oil all over the mouth of Tammy's tight rectum with a circular motion of his fingertips.

He then used his middle finger to push some of the oil right up inside her nigger fanny. His oily finger slipped up that tight passage way with ease.

He wiggled his finger around inside her ass for a moment or two and then pulled it all the way out. He poured fresh oil onto his cupped palm. By this time he had his trousers down around his ankles and his stiffened cock was standing at attention with the tip snapping upward before his flat, muscular loins.

He oiled his dick – putting extra oil on the bulbous purple cock head. He then set the bottle of oil on the floor and climbed up on the torture table. He knelt with both knees in between the little girl's tapered and forced-open thighs.

He opened her ass and mounted her. She could feel the head of his cock pushing into the cleavage between her buttocks. He ran the tip of his cock up and down the crack of her ass just as he had done with the enema syringe.

And – just as had been the case with the ivory nozzle – the little girl shivered and moaned each time the tip of his prick touched her asshole.

He stopped the head of his dick on her asshole and began to push. He tensed the muscles in his own ass cheeks. He felt her opening with ease.

Her asshole had been exhausted by the enema and was no longer able to battle the penetration, but the ease of the violation also came because Tammy truly wanted it. It was part of her punishment – part of the punishment she truly believed that she deserved.

Tammy could feel all of the puckers in her anus being smoothed as the hole was stretched as far as it could possibly go. She could feel the head of his cock pushing inside her – and she could feel her anus pushing his foreskin back. He kept pushing and it was clear that he intended to keep pushing until each and every inch of his pulsating prick meat was inside her bowels.

She could feel the tip of his cock pushing into her colon, and she felt the pain – but she found that she was enjoying the pain. It was an intrinsically sexual pain and her aroused nervous-system was translating it into pleasure before the sensation was registered by her brain.

She could feel sharp pains inside her bowels and she could tell his cock was stretching that tight internal passageway too far in places.

He was wounding her inside.

He was drawing blood.

The tip of his cock was getting ever-closer to the magic spot inside her ass – the focal point of Tammy Taylor's deep-anal desire. She could tell that something absolutely wonderful was going to happen when the man struck that magic spot with the tip of his cock.

He took a deep breath.

He filled his lungs with air. He grunted out the air.

He stabbed down with his hips.

He shoved the remainder of his cock inside her so that her asshole was gripping his dick at the hilt. She could feel the tip of his prick pulsating against the smelliest core of her womanhood. She was stuffed to the brim with cock meat. She knew his prick would be wearing a crimson coat by the time he was through buggering her, most of the blood clustering in a thick ring around the very base of his cock.

Then he began to fuck.

"I'm coming inside my assssssss!" the little girl screamed.