Righting a Wrong
(M/F, ir, rape, preg)

by Kysa Braswell
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Emily turned and faced the tall, ebony-skinned man standing in the doorway of her bed chamber. His presence surprised her. She wondered how long he had been standing there watching her admire herself in the mirror.

"Clyde! Where in blazes have you been?" she asked, tossing her long, auburn hair over her shoulder. "Daddy is coming home tomorrow, and I want all the silver polished." "Iz been ta master Monroe's wid Boss Robert ta gits news of da war, Miz Parker," he explained, in a serious tone.

Emily rolled her big green eyes back in her head. "The war, fiddle dee dee," she chirped, placing her hands on her hips. "My daddy says the Yankees don't stand a lick of a chance." Clyde smiled. He seemed unusually self-confident. It made Emily uneasy. Her own self-confidence had been waning recently. With her father and uncle off fighting the Yankees, the task of running the plantation had fallen on her and her older brother, Robert. Whenever her brother was not around, she found the burden a bit overwhelming. She was less sure of herself than she had ever been, and Clyde's demeanor caused her to fidget as she asked him, "Where is Robert now?"

"He's dead," Clyde said, with a grin. "Master Monroe's niggers killed him."

Emily couldn't believe what she was hearing. Desperately trying to keep from swooning, she whimpered, "It's not true. It can't be."

"It's true all right," Clyde continued, excitedly. "The Yankees done crossed da river. Dey be here by morning. When Master Monroe's niggers heared of it, dey went crazy. Dey killed all da white folk. Alls except da master's daughter. She hid herself, but deys found her. Dey done ravaged dat poor girl."

Emily's eyes opened wide in horror. "Mary?" she gasped.

Clyde nodded and said, "Yes, ma'am. Dey carried her upstairs and put her on da master's own bed. Den, one by one, dems boys got in ta dat bed wid her and forced demself on her. I hear tell, pretty near twenty boys done it to her. And some of dem took her mo den once. When weez got dere, da womenfolk had her tied to da whippin' post. Dey done beat that girl near ta death."

Suddenly, Emily's feelings of disbelief turned to a churning mixture of sorrow and anger. Then, just as suddenly, those emotions gave way to terror as she began worrying about her own safety.

"Oh my God!" she cried. "I've got to leave here. Clyde, I've always been good to you. You've got to help me get away."

"Yes, ma'am. Iz got a horse ant wagon waiting," he said, proudly. "Weez can go down da back stairs wid out nobody seein' us."

Whirling around, totally flustered, Emily tried to decide what to take with her. Her mind reeled. Her eyes flitted from one thing to another. She didn't want to leave anything behind. But, nothing seemed worth risking her safety for. Suddenly, she realized that Clyde was standing directly behind her. As she turned to face him, she saw that he had closed and bolted the door.

"Yaz bin good ta me, an Iz gonna help yaz git away, Miz Parker. But, afore I do, I wants ya ta be really good ta me," he said, with his eyes shifting from her face to the bed and back again. "Seein' dat pretty Miz Mary nekkid, give me a hankerin' for a woman. I wants you, Miz Emily. I wants you ta get on dat bed wid me, and gimme yaself."

Emily was stunned. Quickly moving away from him, her eyes darted from side to side in search of something to use as a weapon.  "I'd rather die," she said, her voice quaking with fear.

Shaking his head, Clyde moved closer and said, "No, ma'am. Iz not gonna lets ya duz yaself no mischief. Iz gonna has you, Miz Parker. If'n ya don't gimme what I wants, Iz gonna wrassle ya ta da floor an takes it myself."

Backing herself against the wall, Emily began shaking uncontrollably. "D-d-don't you dare touch me," she stammered, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him.

"Iz gonna does mo den jist touch ya, Miz Emily," he laughed. "Iz gonna git right up insides ya. Now, doncha makes no fuss ana ruckus. If'n ya starts ta hollerin', everybody will come a runnin'. When I tell em what Iz knows, dey ain't gonna letcha gits away. Ya would get yaself took by a whole passel of niggers, 'stead a jist me. Now, you jist hush up and gimme what I wants."

Being forced to give herself to a nigger was more horrible than anything Emily could ever imagine. It was only the prospect of suffering the same fate as Mary that kept her from resisting as Clyde began unbuttoning the front of her dress. All she could do was to stand there speechless, in total submission, letting him scoop up her large, milky-white breasts into his big black hands.

"Please, Clyde," she pleaded, "don't do this; you don't want to do this to me. I've been good to you, now!" From the look of lust in his eyes, it was obvious he wasn't going to stop. She had known it would be useless to beg. But she felt she had to do what she could to preserve her honor; escape was impossible. Gently, Clyde squeezed the two big snowy-white globes of soft flesh nestled in his hands.

With a boyish grin, he told Emily, "Yaz a fine lookin' woman, Miz Parker. Iz can hardly wait ta sees ya wid all ya's clothes off."

Emily wanted to run, but she just stood there, trembling like a leaf, watching Clyde's face move closer and closer to her naked bosom. Chills ran up and down her spine as his thick lips closed around one of her tiny, pink nipples. With tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, Emily turned her face toward the ceiling. Covering her mouth with her hands, she tried as best she could to stifle her own sobs. As Clyde alternated back and forth from one breast to the other, Emily's ears were filled with the sound of his soft groans, and the slurping of his mouth sucking on her wet flesh. She felt his fingers undoing the remainder of the buttons down the front of her dress.

Then, with a noisy plop, he pulled his face from her huge jiggling breast and stepped back. Obviously enjoying her humiliation, he smiled and said, "Weez ain't gots a lots a time. Dem field niggers gonna be comin' for yaz soon. Ya best hurrys and gits nekkid and gits yaself on dat bed if'n ya don't want dem boys ta gits ya."

Watching her every move, Emily undressed herself as quickly as she could. As Clyde removed his shirt, she dropped her last stitch of clothing on the floor and climbed into bed. Covering herself with her hands, she lay there shivering, waiting for her last shred of dignity to be taken from her. Clyde moved to the foot of the bed.

"Move ya's hands an open dem legs so's Iz can see me da place dis is gonna go," he said, opening the front of his britches. Emily's entire body quaked uncontrollably as she uncovered herself and moved her legs apart. At the first sight his huge, stiff black cock, she gasped, making him smile. "Yes, ma'am. Yaz a fine lookin' woman," he said, looking her up and down. "It's real good of ya ta lets me enjoy ya's favors. Iz bin itchin' ta has you ever since Iz seen ya givin' yaself ta dat soldier boy down by da swimmin' hole."

She had heard all the rumors as a girl, but never knew the niggers were REALLY hung like the horses in the stable. My god, she thought, that cock is fit for a beast, not for a man! Although it was true that she had let her beau take her maidenhead the day before he left to fight the Yankees, Clyde's shiny, black tool was easily twice as big and thicker than her arm! The very thought of being penetrated by it terrified her. As he moved to the side of the bed, Clyde stared lewdly at the lush patch of curly hair covering her womanhood. Placing his hand on her knee, he slowly slid his thick, black fingers up the inside of her creamy, white thigh. Then, grinning like a monkey, he began petting her between the legs.

"Right here, ma'am. Iz said Iz gonna git right up inside yaz. Iz gonna git right up insides of here, Miz Parker. Right up insides of here," he said, pressing a fingertip into her most womanly part.

Emily covered her face in shame. Never had she felt such loathing. Never had she been filled with such dread. As she lay there weeping, Clyde began sucking on her breasts, again. She felt his large muscular body climbing atop her own delicate frame. His knees pushed against the inside of hers, spreading her legs wider. His lower body pressed against hers, sending chills up her spine as he crushed the tiny bundle of nerves that lay hidden in her hairy, thick bush. A moment or two later, he eased the pressure, and his hand snaked down between their bodies. Emily's heart pounded as she felt the huge, throbbing head of his lust-swollen black prick probing at the entrance to her tight pussy. With a soft grunt, Clyde pushed forward. Then, again and again, until the immense cockhead was firmly lodged in place. Then, grasping her by her narrow waist, he began working his way further and further into her warm, tight, white pussy.

Emily cried out with pain as her womanhood stretched to accommodate him. His massive tool pumped in and out, in and out, filling her fuller with each stroke, until she thought her loins would split open from the size of the huge black member invading her belly. If she lived 100 years, she would never forget this huge black cock raping her sweetness right here, right now.

"Mmm," Clyde said, pulling his mouth from her breast, "yaz like a youngun down dere. Ya feels jist like little girls do." Faster and faster he slid himself in and out of her. Like some carnal beast with a mind of its own, his rock hard male member plunged deeper and deeper. It surged back and forth, harder and faster. Clyde brutally raped the poor white Emily for more than 45 minutes, forcing her to take his immense cock deep inside her belly in every position he could contort the petite woman. It was criminally shameful.

Clyde's cries grew louder and louder. His sweat dripped onto Emily's naked bosom. "Please! Oh god, PLEASE STOP!" she pleaded, "Please don't put your seed in me... not inside me! I can't have a BLACK baby made inside my belly!!"

It was too late. The moment the words left her lips, Clyde let out a loud groan. Emily cringed as she felt his dark seed shoot into her womb, filling her over and over and over. She felt so soiled from so much of his potent seed inside her, and her pleading turned to tears from the brutal fucking and probably impregnation she just been forced to submit to. Clyde slowed his pace, but continued to groan as he flooded her insides with his slippery seed. Then, with one final thrust, he withdrew from her wet, gooey orifice and got to his feet.

"Gits up and gits dressed, woman," Clyde said, pulling up his britches. "Leave dem petticoats. Jist puts on da dress." Emily quickly did as he commanded. She frantically buttoned herself up while Clyde moved closer to her. Shoving his hand in between her legs, he pressed her dress firmly against her womanly slit, until the thin fabric was soaked with the juices that oozed from within her.

"I wants ta does it ta ya some more. Soon weez gits ta da place weez goin', yaz gonna git nekkid an lets me git back in ya. Iz gonna has you agin," he told her, haughtily.

"No!" she whimpered. Tears steamed down her face as she backed away from him. "You said you would let me go," she blubbered.

Clyde took a hair ribbon from her dressing table and grinned. "Iz let ya go when Iz done wid ya," he chuckled. "Now, put ya hands behind ya back, and turns yaself around so's I kin tie ya up. When yaz in da wagon, iz tie up ya's legs. Yaz not gonna git away from dis nigger."

Far off in the distance, Emily heard the sound of gun fire. Wild with fear, she spun around and thrust her hands behind her back. When Clyde finished binding her wrists together, he reached his arms around her and squeezed her big, plump breasts. Moving his mouth close to her ear, he whispered, "Iz got a mess a food in dat wagon. Enuff to last mo den two weeks. Iz let ya go when deres nuffin let ta et. Afore den, Iz gonna has ya agin and agin."

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, barely able to speak. Sliding one of his hands down her front, he began stroking her between the legs.

"Dere's a cave dat don't nobody knows about. It's real close by. My sista tolds me 'bouts it. Boss Robert used ta take her dere. Dats why ya daddy done sold ma sista; she wuz gonna has herself a white baby. Who knows? Mebbe Iz fuck yu enuf so that I's gonna gives ya ma black baby," he laughed. Then, taking her by the arm, he led her to the door. As he slid back the bolt, he snickered and said, "Come on, girl, ya's gonna see wat it's like to be ma slave now."

He unleashed that huge black horse cock again and Emily put her face into her hands in tears as another brutal black-fucking was about to begin.



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