Black Angels of Vengeance

Fleur was locked in the cabin with the other 5 like every night. Rose had initially snuggled up to her, Fleur felt her sexual excitement spreading in her pussy. Her clit stiffened and she put her hand on the clit to calm it down. But the clit had a different opinion, it reared up, because normally Fleur would be masturbating violently now. Rose snuggled up to her even closer, her unexpected embrace surprised her and Rose captivated her with a French kiss. Now the surprise was alarming, she had never kissed a girl like a lover, never touched a girl sexually. Rose found her clit immediately. Fleur sighed with lust and lecherousness, she pushed all thoughts aside and gave herself over to Rose's masturbation. Fleur had the feeling that a hundred hands were caressing and arousing her, that a hundred fingers were rubbing her clit madly. The other girls watched them amusedly in the twilight and some hands assisted Rose of course. Every evening Rose took on a girl, seduced her and made her twitch and squirm in orgasm. Nobody thought Rose was a lesbian, she was just cocky about these things and loved to bring other girls to orgasm.

Rose whispered in Fleur's ear that in the afternoon Jean‐Luc, the master's older son, had fucked her so hard that she almost lost consciousness. The 26‐year‐old fucked Rose nowadays almost every day, he was very into the young black woman. Fleur whispered back that the Lord himself had called her to him that afternoon, as he had done many times before. The old gentleman was slightly drunk, but Fleur still had to climb onto his lap and ride him. The 17‐year‐old hated having to fuck the 60‐year‐old. He basically let himself be fucked in public, because he knew exactly how humiliating and degrading it was for Fleur when others walked past and stared stupidly. She was very ashamed because she had to fuck him in public. The shame became unbearable when someone stopped and stared stupidly at her pussy as long as she had to ride and fuck the old cock.

The lock was opened very quietly. Louis, the huge black man, glided in. He was the master's coachman. Now the peach harvest was over, the quiet six months had begun.

Normally Louis brought two or three slaves with him, but not today because he was sneaking something in. But when there were two or three men with him in the hut, the bodies were crammed together so that not a sheet of paper could fit between them. It was a happy fucking in the twilight, all around you people were standing and jostling, fucking and changing partners on the fly until the men were completely exhausted. Fleur liked this group fucking much better than riding the old man.

Fleur remembered how scared she was when Louis fucked her for the first time. That was years ago and Fleur had never seen such a big cock back then. She knelt down and looked at the cock up close. She hadn't fucked much back then and was very afraid that it wouldn't fit into her little hole. She looked up at Florence and Rose in fear, "it's much too big for my little hole!", but they just nodded reassuringly. "You'll see, that it goes in without any problem and if he fucks you long enough, you'll definitely have an orgasm!" Florence had to know and when she said it, she meant it. Fleur pulled Louis' foreskin back and forth for a while and he smiled kindly. She stood up, spread her hole wide with her fingers and inserted the cock with her other hand. She was afraid, his cock would burst her pussy, but it didn't happen. Fleur's pussy adjusted to the huge cock and from then on she was quite happy to be fucked by Louis whenever his greedy eyes fell on her. Louis came every evening to fuck, but he only fucked one of the girls at a time. Today, however, it was Lily he wanted. Rose squeezed herself in front of Lily. "You promised to bring a knife, only then can you fuck the delicate little one!" Louis grinned slyly as always. "Of course I brought you the knife, dragonlady, although I wonder if you want to start a riot?" Rose took the knife and hid it with the other two. He approached Lily, his cock sticking out.

The hut was so small that the naked bodies of the young girls were constantly touching each other, they could only sleep sitting up, crammed close together. Lily had never fucked Louis before, she grabbed his cock defensively. "Don't hurt me," she said to Louis, "it's much too big!" Lily had had to let Jean‐Pierre fuck her that afternoon, he was the younger one, but in general experience he fucked the best. Lily was only 15, she was small and thin and her pussy was childishly tight. Jean‐Pierre loved exactly that, because it turned him on a lot to fuck a child. That was exactly his thing.

Lily leaned back, but she couldn't hide. The girl next to her, Florence, lifted Lily's leg high. Lily's childish pussy opened as if by itself. She took a sharp breath as Louis' cock slowly penetrated her little hole. He fucked Lily with obvious pleasure and his powerful thrusts were transmitted to the other girls, who supported Lily from all sides. They all held their breath as Louis pushed into Lily with loud moans and squirted, pushed in and squirted inside. He let his head sink onto Lily's shoulder. "Aaah, that was fine! I'll be back tomorrow, little Lily!" As quietly as he had come, Louis crept out again and locked the hut.

The girls sat down; it was time to sleep. Rose, who was the only one who could read, reported what was in the newspaper. The war between the North and the proud Southern states was in full swing, it was far from being decided. Thousands of blacks escaped slavery by fleeing north. People were worried about whether they would have enough slaves for the harvest next year. Rose laughed harshly, "We'll set off in midsummer too!" The others nodded, although they knew full well that the plantation owner, Baron Jean de Belfort, would never let them go.

Mama Belle screamed in labor. The girls were allowed to call her Mama Belle, but in public of course only Lady Belle or Madame. All the girls knew that the Baron had not fucked his wife for years; he had deflowered his older daughter Hortense years ago when she was 14 and he had been fucking her every night for years. Now Marielle, his younger daughter, was also about to turn 14 and the sex‐mad old man had already deflowered her too. Marielle had screamed when he deflowered her brutally, but since then she loved to be fucked by her father. He fucked both daughters in his bed in turn and he didn't care that the whole house was whispering and watching them. Mama Belle had fallen in love with Jerome, her new personal slave. She had been masturbating her slaves cocks for years; it was her thing to make them squirt. She had chosen him because he had the biggest cock under the sun. She was just as much a slave owner as her husband, but she argued with him fiercely. "They are people like you and me, only they are prisoners. They have feelings just like you and me!" which the Baron vehemently denied. Mama Belle was already 49 when she became pregnant. The girls had always shielded her when she let Jerome fuck her until she passed out. The girls could hardly get enough of watching the giant hold the white woman in his paws and fuck her hard. Mama Belle had one orgasm after another during the fucking and then regularly fainted. Jerome held the unconscious lady in his arms and continued to fuck her until he squirted. When he noticed the girls watching, he pulled out his cock with a grin and squirted in the direction of the girls. Jerome, the peaceful giant with the biggest cock on the plantation, was a Mandingo, a mixture of Negro and Indian, and he was actually a very good fucker. Mama Belle became pregnant.

She screamed for two days in labor, then her heart gave out. The baby died with her, he was pitch black. The Baron howled and raged. He had Jerome tied naked to the banister of the steps. All the slaves had to be there and watch as he whipped his rival bloodily. At the end he rammed the handle of the whip into Jerome's ass so that the blood ran down his legs. "Fleur!" screamed the raging Baron, "Fleur!" She took two steps forward, trembling with fear. "Have you ever fucked this wretch before?" roared the madman and Fleur shook her head, "No, Baron, never!" The Baron bared his teeth like a rabid dog. "Then fuck him now, you should have something good for once!" his voice yelled, breaking. He ripped off Fleur's skirt. "So go on, fuck him and enjoy it damn well!" the madman roared and pushed Fleur forward so that she landed on Jerome.

Jerome looked at her calmly, well knowing he was going to die. "Do it, little Fleur, before he kills you in his rage!" Fleur was completely out of her mind and grabbed Jerome's cock like a sleepwalker. She had to rub it for a long time until it got hard. She looked into Jerome's eyes with tears in her eyes. "It's much too big," she breathed crying, "much too big!" The Baron's whip whizzed through the air and grazed Fleur's shoulder. Everyone around held their breath as Fleur's fingers widened her pussyhole and her other hand inserted Jerome's cock. She let out a little scream because Jerome's cock was widening her small cunthole very painfully. Again the whip whizzed just past and she now had to fuck poor Jerome. It only hurt for a moment, then the pussy was stretched to breaking point. Fleur fucked Jerome as well as she could in this position. The other slaves murmured at first, the murmuring swelled and they rhythmically clapped and encouraged the girl who was heavily panting with effort. She found the right tempo and was soon fucking the chained man with great vigor. He had his eyes closed and Fleur fucked him for almost half an hour. She sensed long before that he was ready to squirt and continued to fuck him vigorously, she felt him squirt and continued to fuck him even though his cock had gone soft. The Baron swore blasphemously when he realized he was too late. His big revolver exploded next to Fleur's ear as he shot Jerome right in the face.

Fleur was silent all afternoon, she was silent in the evening and into the night. The other girls were almost asleep when she screamed loudly, "I'm going to kill him!" Rose put her hand over Fleur's lips. "Yes, we will kill him!"

Mama Belle was laid out in her bedroom, the Baron had the black Bastard and Jerome buried in the field. As if nothing had happened, the Baron and his sons fucked the black girls, cursing because Mama Belle was dead. Nobody was to blame, but the three men fucked out their pain, wildly and cursing. At night, the Baron ordered both daughters into his bedroom and fucked them relentlessly. He didn't care that the daughters were seeing each other for the first time fucking him, he didn't care that the daughters cried for their mother while they were being fucked. He fucked them relentlessly until he couldn't take it anymore and fell into a senseless sleep.

The black girls and the two daughters endured the insane fucking for two weeks. Then it was enough. Rose told the blacks in the manor house to be alert in the evening. The 6 girls, armed with 3 knives, sneaked into the manor house. First they reached the Baron's bedroom. His daughter Hortense was riding him. They remained silent and let her continue to fuck for almost 15 minutes. Hortense flinched when he started to squirt and rode him now very slowly and intensely pressing his cock, he liked that when he squirted. Hortense's white ass slid slowly back and forth and her ass cheeks twitched every time he squirted. Four hands held the Baron down, one hand placed over his mouth. They let Hortense flee into the corner and stared at the Baron's cock, which was still twitching and squirting a few drops. Rose resolutely cut his throat. A minute later they crept on. Hortense threw herself over her dead father.

Jean‐Luc slept alone. Lily held the knife to his throat, but she couldn't do it. Florence took the knife from her hand and resolutely cut the sleeping man's throat. Florence stabbed him in the chest a dozen times; he had brutally raped her over and over again in the last few days. Rose took the knife from Florence's hand. They crept quietly into the next bedroom.

Jean‐Pierre was fucking a girl, and when they looked more closely, it was his youngest sister Marielle. He froze when Rose held the knife to his throat. Rose growled threateningly and loosened the knife's pressure. "Keep going, you bastard!" He was completely stunned and Florence hissed angrily that he had to keep fucking, or else. He continued to fuck, frightened, his little sister was shaking in fear like a leaf. He fucked for 20 minutes with the knife to his throat and then straightened up. He squirted and squirted and when he had finished squirting, Rose pulled the knife across his throat. She let the lifeless man fall on his sister. Marielle's eyes opened wide, she was sexually aroused and his cock was still half‐stiff inside her cunthole. Then she started screaming like a madwoman. Florence urged, they had to keep going! They left the mansion and gathered in front of it. Rose had set fire to the curtains in the entrance area, the flames were blazing high. The remaining slaves came out of the mansion with all the children and they marched off, Louis in front. They sometimes looked back, the mansion was fully ablaze.

They fought their way north through the thicket. They bypassed the southern armies and weeks later reached the area occupied by the north.

In the evenings the girls sat around the campfire and talked about the plantation owners. They were all in agreement that the old man deserved to die. He was a strict and brutal tyrant, eating, drinking and fucking slave girls to pieces was his whole life. He used to throw lavish parties, but not since the war. Each one described how she had last seen Hortense fuck him. Fleur sighed that she would never have fucked the old man with as much passion and as much love as Hortense. She had been forced to do it, Hortense hadn't. And she loved her father more than anything, perhaps because he was her only lover. Florence said that Jean‐Luc deserved to die just as much, he had brutally raped her in the last few days, she couldn't forgive him for that. But she had killed him with her own hand, that was at least fair. Lily had tears in her eyes when they talked about Jean‐Pierre. He was an excellent fucker just like Louis. She always had an orgasm when he fucked her and sometimes she sank into blissful unconsciousness, it was so great with him. But she was the only one who spoke well of him, the others found him brutal and disgusting. Rose interjected that they were not bad girls, they had let the men finish fucking before they died. Monsters didn't do that. Florence, who had been on the plantation the longest, mourned the beautiful, proud manor house. Hortense and Marielle had probably perished miserably in the fire, she murmured sadly.

The group of around 40 blacks was directed further north. They couldn't go any quicker, Lily and Florence were heavily pregnant. Louis took loving care of Lily. The group held out bravely and reached the city of Indianapolis after another 2 weeks.

There they scattered to the four winds.

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