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“Jenny? Fanny?” Rob called cautiously, his footsteps echoing down the great hall of the villa. The boy, proudly wearing his wedding suit, looked around for any sign of his bride-to-be and her little sister, puzzled by the fact that they had not yet returned. The mansion’s grandeur seemed to mock him, the gleaming chandeliers and ornate paintings a stark contrast to the misery of the slave barracks.
The hall was eerily empty, the usual bustle of the day’s activities replaced by a heavy silence that made Rob’s heart race. He called out again, the fear in his voice barely concealed. “Fanny? Jenny?”
He was about to leave when he heard it. It was the sound of muffled sobs that seemed to come from above the stairs. For a moment, the boy wondered what to do. Then, on an impulse, he decided to go upstairs. As he climbed the marble steps, he heard the sobbing grow louder. And to his horror, Rob recognized it: the voice, brimming with despair, was Jenny’s. And the closer he got to one of the master bedrooms, the more he could distinguish a series of male snorts mingled with the girl’s sobs.
Rob’s heart stopped in his chest as he pushed the heavy oak door open, the sight before him a macabre tableau that defied belief. Fanny’s limp form swung gently from the chandelier, her once-beautiful young body now a canvas of raw, weeping wounds. Jenny, his sweet Jenny, lay on the bed in the middle of the room, her dark skin a tapestry of bruises and semen, her eyes glazed with shock and pain as she stared at her sister’s lifeless body. Michael’s panting form hovered over her, his cock buried deep in her pussy, while Mr. Jenkins and Mr. Cooper held her down, their own swollen members ready to claim her. The room was thick with the scent of blood and lust, the air suffocating with the weight of their depravity.
For a moment, Rob could only stand there, his hand on the doorknob, his mind reeling with disbelief and rage. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, he charged forward, his fists flying as he sought to save what was left of the girl he loved.
The impact against Michael was like a bolt of lightning, sending the young master reeling backward to collapse onto the floor. His cock, still erect from his sickening assault on Jenny, slipped out of her torn pussy with a wet smack, spurting ropes of cum onto the plush mat beneath them.
The room was suddenly alive with movement as the two overseers, caught off guard by the unexpected interruption, stumbled backward, their eyes wide with shock and fear. But Rob was a force of nature, driven by a fury that could not be contained. His muscles rippled beneath his shirt as he pounced on Mr. Jenkins, landing a blow to the man’s jaw that sent him reeling into the wall. With a sickening crunch, the overseer’s nose broke, blood spurting onto the velvet wallpaper. Meanwhile, Mr. Cooper tried to react, but Rob was too fast. He tackled the third man to the ground, the air leaving his lungs in a whoosh as the weight of the enraged boy pinned him down.
Just as Rob’s fists connected with Mr. Cooper’s face, a sharp pain exploded at the base of his skull. His vision swam, and his legs gave out beneath him. As he crumpled to the floor, the world around him grew fuzzy, and he felt the cold, hard wood kiss his cheek. Through the haze, he caught a glimpse of Lady Jefferson standing over him, a heavy candlestick in her hand, her eyes gleaming with malice. The last thing he heard before the darkness claimed him was Jenny’s agonized scream, her voice a desperate plea for help that seemed to echo through the very walls of the mansion. The room spun, and then there was only silence, the battle for his love’s honor lost to the cold embrace of unconsciousness.
As Rob’s vision slowly cleared, the harsh reality of his situation set in. His wrists burned from the ropes that bound them, suspending him in midair from the very same chandelier that had held Fanny’s lifeless young body just moments before. The room spun sickeningly, his mind reeling from the vivid memories of the horror he had witnessed. Through the fog of pain, he made out the crumpled form of Jenny on the blood-soaked bed, her naked body trembling with silent sobs, the evidence of her violation smeared across her once-pure skin. The sight filled him with a rage so potent it threatened to consume him from within. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he pulled against his restraint, his muscles straining as he roared in fury. But it was no use; he was as powerless as the lifeless doll that Fanny had become, her body thrown down on the carpet of the room, like a heap of rags. The only sounds that pierced the heavy silence were Jenny’s muffled sobs and the occasional rustle of fabric as Lady Jefferson and the overseers moved about the room, their cold, cruel eyes assessing him with a mix of amusement and contempt.
“Well, well,” Lady Jefferson said, her voice a syrupy drawl as she stepped over Fanny’s discarded corpse, her eyes glinting with perverse delight at the sight of Rob’s bound and helpless form. “It seems the day keeps on being full of surprises, doesn’t it?” She sauntered closer, her skirts rustling against the blood-splattered floor. “And here we have a fresh little buck to entertain us,” she continued, her gaze lingering on his muscled chest. Rob realized that his shirt had been stripped before he was hung. His chest was bare, but he was still wearing his father’s trousers.
“That nigger had the audacity to lay his fists on me,” Michael spat out, his face a mask of fury as he sat in the chair, his hand still rubbing the red welt that was forming on his cheek. “I want him dead,” he seethed, his eyes burning with a cold, calculating rage that sent a shiver down Jenny’s spine. Lady Jefferson’s gaze flicked to her son, and for a brief moment, she seemed to consider his demand. Then, with a cruel smile, she leaned closer to Rob, her breath hot against his ear. “We’ll see what kind of fun we can have with you first,” she whispered, her words a promise of more pain to come. The overseers chuckled, their eyes gleaming with anticipation as they approached the bound boy, their cocks already hardening at the thought of what they would do to him. Jenny’s sobs grew louder, her entire body shaking with despair as she watched the scene unfold before her, powerless to stop it. Rob’s eyes, filled with anger and fear, met hers, and nothing but despair.
With a sadistic smirk, Lady Jefferson stepped closer to Rob, her eyes greedily taking in the sculpted muscles of his bare black chest. Her hand, clad in a delicate lace glove, reached out and began to tug at the waistband of his trousers. The fabric slid down over his narrow hips, revealing his manhood beneath.
Despite the horror of the situation, Rob felt a spark of shame as his cock began to swell with unwanted arousal. He tried to jerk away, but the ropes held him fast, his body betraying him as Lady Jefferson’s cold, gloved hand wrapped around his shaft. Her eyes never left his face as she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. “Look at that,” she cooed, her voice thick with lust. “You’re just like the rest of them, aren’t you? A simple beast, ruled by your desires.”
Jenny watched in horror as her love’s body responded to the woman’s touch, his cock growing hard and thick under Lady Jefferson’s expert ministrations. She knew that Rob was trying to resist, that he was fighting with every ounce of his being, but the involuntary reaction was there for all to see. Her own body trembled with a mix of rage and despair.
But despite her own pain and the tragedy that had unfolded before her, the black girl couldn’t help but notice the stark difference in size between her fiancé’s member and those of the monsters who had just taken her innocence. Rob’s manhood was a testament to his strength and virility. She felt a strange mix of emotions—shame at her own nakedness, fear for what was to come, and a flicker of pride in the power that was displayed before her, even in the face of such depravity. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, not just from the pain of her bruises but also from the realization that she had never seen Rob completely naked, and now, in this terrible moment, she was witnessing his most intimate self.
The room grew even more suffocating as Lady Jefferson’s hand continued to manipulate him, his body’s involuntary response to her touch a stark reminder of the animalistic nature of their existence in the eyes of their oppressors.
“This is why I like these big black cocks,” Lady Jefferson purred, her eyes locked on the growing erection in her hand. “They’re just so... primal.” She squeezed him harder, watching the veins pulse with each stroke.
Michael’s face contorted with disgust, his voice thick with the same rage that had fueled his earlier assault on Jenny. “Mother, they’re animals,” he spat. “Inferior to us in every way.”
But Lady Jefferson just smirked, her eyes never leaving Rob’s straining form. “And yet,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper, “you had your fun with your little nigger girl here, didn’t you?” She stepped aside, gesturing to Jenny’s shaking body on the bed. “So tell me, why shouldn’t I indulge in this fine specimen?”
Michael’s protests grew louder, his face a mask of indignant rage, but Lady Jefferson only chuckled, stroking Rob’s thick, black cock with even more vigor. “You know the Colonel can’t satisfy me anymore,” she said, her voice dripping with venom. “And what’s the harm in a bit of fun? After all, it’s not like they’re human. Just animals,” she spat, her gaze flicking to Jenny’s crumpled form on the bed. “Big, strong animals with cocks that could split a woman in two. And I do so love to be filled up.”
With a wicked smile, she leaned in to whisper in Rob’s ear, her breath hot and heavy. “You’re going to give me what I need, slave,” she hissed, her grip tightening around his shaft. “And if you’re a good little nigger, I might just let you live to see another day.” Jenny’s eyes widened with horror, but her body remained frozen. All she could do was watch as her white mistress defiled the man she loved, his body responding to her touch despite his obvious fear and disgust.
Lady Jefferson’s lips parted into a wide, malicious smile as she knelt before the bound Rob, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. She leaned in and took his swollen cock into her mouth, her tongue dancing around the bulbous head before she began to bob her head up and down, her cheeks hollowing with each greedy suck. Despite his revulsion, Rob felt the pressure building in his balls as she worked him with a skill that belied her cruel intentions. With a guttural grunt, he spurted his seed into her mouth, the hot, sticky fluid filling her cheeks.
She pulled back, a line of cum connecting her lips to his cock, and swallowed with a satisfied smack of her lips. “Mmm, you taste like fear,” she murmured, licking the remnants from her teeth. To Jenny’s horror, she could see that Rob’s erection had not waned. If anything, it had grown even larger, as if fueled by the very degradation he was enduring. Lady Jefferson chuckled, stroking the length of his cock with her gloved hand. “You see, Michael?” she said, turning to her son. “There’s nothing quite like the taste of a terrified nigger.” The room grew silent once more, the only sound the sickening wetness of Lady Jefferson’s mouth as she savored the last drops of Rob’s humiliation.
“Now unhook him from the chandelier,” the woman ordered to the men, “but leave him tied up. Put him on the bed next to his little girlfriend. I want him to fuck me while his precious Jenny is being raped again nearby.”
The two overseers, their faces flushed with excitement, hastened to comply with Lady Jefferson’s command. They unhooked the rope from the chandelier, letting Rob’s body drop down with a thud. Jenny’s eyes met Rob’s, and in that brief moment, she saw the anguish and helplessness reflected in his gaze. His cock, still erect from the forced climax, lay against his stomach, the pain etched into his features. Michael sneered as he approached the bed, his own member bobbing with eagerness. He grabbed Jenny by the hair, dragging her closer to the edge, positioning himself between her trembling legs.
“Look at her, nigger” he spat at Rob. “She’s going to love this, just like she loved every other cock, human or animal, that we’ve given her so far.” He didn’t wait for a response, instead plunging into Jenny with a brutal force that made her scream. Her nails dug into the bed sheets as she fought the urge to push him away, her body still reeling from the earlier assault. “You’re going to watch while I take her,” Michael added, his voice low and menacing. “And in the meantime, try to please my mother well, or you’re dead.” Mr. Cooper and Mr. Jenkins positioned themselves on either side of the bed, looking menacing.
Meanwhile, Lady Jefferson began to untie Rob’s wrists, her eyes never leaving his face as she licked her lips in anticipation. With a vicious yank, she pulled his arms behind his back and tied them to the bedpost, his body stretched taut beside Jenny. She straddled him, her own hunger evident in the way she ground her wet cunt against his thigh. “Now,” she purred, her eyes glinting with malice, “it’s time for you to give me the only thing of value you nigger boys have. Your big cock.” She reached down and took his dick in her hand, guiding it to her eager entrance. With one swift motion, she impaled herself on him, her eyes rolling back in her head as she took him deep.
The two rapes proceeded in a horrifying harmony, each thrust and grunt from one pair echoing the other’s pain. Michael’s pumping hips slammed into Jenny’s bruised flesh, her cries of agony mingling with the wet slaps of Lady Jefferson’s cunt as she rode Rob’s cock with a fervor that seemed almost demonic. Rob’s eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth gritted as he tried to focus on anything but the woman above him, her breasts bouncing with each sickening downward plunge. Despite his own anguish, he couldn’t help but feel the twisted pleasure she was taking from his body, her walls tightening around his shaft with every moan that tore from her lips. Meanwhile, Jenny’s own body was a battleground of pain and despair, her mind shattered by the violation she was enduring. The bed creaked in protest under the weight of their depravity, the only sound in the room other than the sickening symphony of abuse.
Rob’s body convulsed with the force of his climax, his eyes flying open to meet Jenny’s tear-filled gaze. The intensity of the moment was almost unbearable as he felt the warm flood of his seed fill Lady Jefferson’s greedy cunt. The woman quivered in ecstasy, her whole body shuddering with the force of her own orgasm. “Yes, nigger,” she moaned, her voice thick with lust. “That’s it. Fill me up.”
Jenny felt a fresh wave of despair wash over her as she watched the woman revel in the pain of her beloved. As Lady Jefferson’s tremors subsided, she collapsed onto Rob’s chest, her breathing heavy and ragged.
At the same time, with a final, triumphant thrust, Michael’s body stiffened and he let out a guttural groan, filling Jenny’s ravaged pussy with his hot, sticky seed. He pulled out with a wet smack, leaving her feeling more violated and used than ever before. As he and his perverted mother climbed off the bed, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction, the two overseers stepped forward, their own cocks standing tall and eager. “Well, Mr. Cooper, Mr. Jenkins,” Lady Jefferson said, her voice a purr of invitation. “Would you care to take a turn with the boy?”
Mr. Cooper, his eyes glinting with greed, didn’t need to be asked twice. He stepped forward, his meaty hand reaching out to grip Rob’s thick, black cock. “With pleasure, ma’am,” he said, his voice thick with lust. Jenny watched in horror as he began to stroke her lover’s shaft, feeling the bile rise in her throat as she realized the full extent of their depravity. Despite his pain and humiliation, Rob’s cock remained hard, a testament to the animalistic instincts that seemed to drive all men. The room felt like it was closing in around her, the air thick with the scent of sex and despair.
Mr. Jenkins stepped forward as well with a sadistic grin, his eyes glinting with the same hunger as Mr. Cooper’s. He unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers fall to the floor, revealing his thick, pale cock standing at attention. He moved behind the bound Rob, the tip of his shaft glistening with precum as he aligned it with the young man’s tight, unblemished hole. Jenny’s eyes widened in horror as she watched Mr. Jenkins push into her love, her own body shaking with the sobs she couldn’t hold back. Rob’s muscles tensed, his teeth grinding together as the overseer’s cock breached him, inch by painful inch. His eyes never left Jenny’s, a silent plea for help that she was powerless to answer.
Mr. Cooper’s eyes then gleamed with excitement as he ordered Rob to open his mouth and suck his cock. Despite the pain and humiliation, Rob had no choice but to comply, the hot, thick member pushing past his lips and filling his mouth. He choked and gagged, but the overseer’s grip on his hair was unyielding. Mr. Jenkins’ thrusts grew more vigorous, his cock tearing into Rob’s tender flesh, while the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Jenny could only watch in horror, her own body trembling with the echoes of her own violation, as the two men used Rob’s body for their sick pleasure. The sight of her love’s anguish was almost too much to bear, but she remained silent, fearful of what they would do if she drew their attention back to her.
With a final, brutal thrust, Mr. Jenkins emptied himself into Rob’s tight black ass, the young man’s body jerking with the force of the orgasm he had wrung from him. At the same time, Mr. Cooper’s cock pumped faster and faster, until with a roar, he too reached his climax, spurting hot jets of cum into Rob’s mouth. Jenny’s sobs grew louder as she watched the two men pull away, their cocks glistening with the evidence of their depravity. They both looked down at the bound and bruised forms of her and Rob, their expressions a mix of contempt and satisfaction. Lady Jefferson lounged on the bed, watching the scene with a twisted smile, her own hand idly playing with her swollen clit, her body still buzzing from the intense fucking she had just received.
“Mother, I believe we’ve had our fill for now,” Michael panted, wiping the last of his cum from his cock with a velvet cloth. Mr. Cooper and Mr. Jenkins nodded in agreement, their own spent members dribbling the last of their seed onto the floor.
Jenny’s trembling voice broke the silence, her eyes pleading. “P-please, Ma’am, c-can we go now?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Lady Jefferson’s smile was a cold, cruel mockery as she sat up, her own lust-sated body gleaming with sweat and Rob’s cum. “Go?” she repeated, her tone laced with amusement. “And where would a little nigger slut like you ever want to go?”
Jenny’s eyes filled with fresh tears, the reality of her shattered dreams crashing down around her. Lady Jefferson’s laugh was like nails on a chalkboard. “You really thought that you and this stallion could go back to your miserable life? Well, I’m sorry, but your old life ended today.” she taunted, her gaze raking over Rob’s bruised and violated form.
And then, the young girl’s eyes went wide with terror as Lady Jefferson sailed through the room, the glint of a sharp knife in her hand. She didn’t dare move a muscle, fearing any sudden movement would only hasten her own fate. But the woman had other plans. With a cruel smirk, she approached Rob, lifting his chin with the tip of the blade. In one swift, brutal motion, she sliced through his neck, the knife cutting through skin and cartilage with ease.
A geyser of crimson erupted, painting the bed and Lady Jefferson’s hand in a gruesome dance of life and death. Rob’s eyes rolled back, his body jerking once, twice, before going limp. Jenny’s screams filled the room, her heart shattering into a million pieces as she watched the love of her life slip away into the cold embrace of death. The two overseers stepped back, their expressions a mix of shock and twisted excitement. Lady Jefferson simply stared down at the lifeless body, her own climax-flushed face a mask of triumph and madness.
The woman’s cold gaze fell upon Jenny, the knife still clutched in her crimson-stained hand. “You see, child,” she said, her voice dripping with malice, “it’s such a shame to waste a fine piece of stock like this.” She gestured to Rob’s lifeless body, his eyes open and glazed over. “But your stud here was a risk, a wild horse that could’ve started a stampede. He was young, he was strong. Sooner or later he would have sought revenge. You, on the other hand...” She trailed off, a wicked smile curling her lips. “You’re just a filly. Young, weak, and with a cunt that will see more cocks than a whorehouse.”
Jenny’s sobs grew louder as she was dragged from the bed, her body bruised and trembling. “You’ll be staying here in the villa,” Lady Jefferson continued, her voice a low purr. “You’ll service Michael and all the other white men of the plantation. And I’ll take special care to whip and break you whenever the mood strikes. Maybe you’ll last a year, maybe two. But make no mistake, you’ll spend the rest of your pathetic existence here, being used and discarded like the animal you are.”
And with that, she turned away, leaving the desperate and broken black girl to the mercy of her son and the two overseers, their eyes alight with the promise of endless degradation and pain.