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Chain Gang

   By Anna

   Submitted by Shooter3704

   (Note: This is another story idea from my friend Anna.  Thanks for being
kind with your feedback to her.  Send your comments to me and I'll forward
them the her.  Shooter)
When the stock market crashed in nineteen twenty-nine, Washburn County
Georgia didn't know about it or care very much.  When the great depression
came to the country and even to the world, Washburn County Georgia didn't
know it.  Washburn County had been in a state of depression since the close

of the Civil War.  Cash money was almost an unknown commodity.

   Being the captain of the chain-gang in nineteen thirty-four in that part
of south Georgia was a great job.  Actually it put Tom Rivers in the top
ten percent of the income earners of the area

   Fifty three years of age and a widower, Tom was not that impressed with
himself or his status in Washburn County.  Tom was a lonely man and he was
sick of an empty house.

   For Tom Rivers his days started out as usual at daybreak at the county
work farm.  That was where the prisoners who had been ordered to serve hard
labor were housed.  Some of the prisoners were "loaned" out to various
people.  It was one way the county paid for feeding and housing the
prisoners.  Farmers could hire the prisoners and pay the county for their
services.  Of course palms had to be greased along the way.  Tom Rivers'
palm especially needed greasing or the applicant wasn't even considered.

   It must be said that it didn't take much to be put on the chain gang. 
The county officials didn't put up with vagrants, beer joint riff-raff, or
any kind of trespass against the laws of the State of Georgia or the
covenants of Washburn County even if such covenants weren't not in writing.
It was well known that the officers of the law often made up such rules,
laws, and edicts on the spot.

   If the cannery, for example, needed five or six strong men for laborers
the word would filter out to the deputy sheriffs, constables, and also to
the city marshals who knew the companies paid a bounty for the laborers. 
Same thing if the turpentine distillery needed some more help or for the
farmers for their various crops in their season.  If the sawmill got behind
in lumber orders the call went out and arrests were made.  It was easy to
see how the chain-gang became the fifth biggest revenue producing business
in the county.  The degree of strict enforcement depended largely on the
demand for labor from nearby farms, and businesses.

   In most parts of the country a man could be charged with vagrancy if he
didn't have at least fifty cents in hard cash and be able to show gainful
employment.  In Washburn County the amount of needed on hand cash varied
with the labor demand.

   Tom Rivers didn't have anything to do with who got arrested or when. 
His job, along with his six guards, were to see that the prisoners put in a
full day of hard labor and to make sure that the businesses that needed
labor got it.

   It must be pointed out that there was a disproportionate number of
blacks on the gang.  There was a large number of colored folks living in or
near Washburn County.  The city of Washburn was the only town of much size
for several hundred miles in any directions.  Therefore an unemployed
colored man was an easy target for a vagrancy charge.  The local black folk
seemed to know when there was a shortage of draftee labor and they stayed
out of sight until the shortage was over.  Transient or drifters, having no
such knowledge of how things worked, were usually the ones caught up in the
net.

   Tom Rivers watched as his men scurried around getting the prisoners
assigned to the various destinations.  Some of the better workers would
spend their whole thirty day sentence at the same place.  The very good
ones were sometimes hired on full time after they had served their time. 
The hardened criminals, violent men, or trouble makers were the ones that
got shackled together and did actual chain gang labor.  Clearing the
swamps, maintaining the roads, or making small rocks out of large ones. 
Being on the gang was cruel, back-breaking work.

   "Cap, we 'bout ready to go." Tom's number two man, Clive Rollins,
reported.  "Workin' the swamp today?"

   "Yeah Clive," Tom answered.  "What's the story on the buck nigger over
there?" he asked pointing at a big black man tied between two post, his
head hanging down.

   "Names Rolo.  We whipped his ass this morning for mouthtin' off to one
of the guards," Rollins said with a grin.  He nailed a grasshopper with a
long squirt of tobacco juice.

   "I see," Tom said calmly.  "Mind tellin' me who authorized a whippin'?"
He fixed his dark eyes on his assistant.

   "Why nobody authorized it, Cap," Clive answered.  "I knew that's what
you would want, is all."

   "You readin' my mind these days, Clive?" Tom asked mildly.  Rollins
stared at him not knowing how to answer the question.  "Cut him down, clean
him up and make sure he's fed breakfast.  You ever whip another man without
my say so and I'll hang you up and bust your ass for you.  You readin' my
mind on this, Clive?"

   Clive scurried away with a hasty salute to do Toms biding.  He was glad
he hadn't hurt the man very badly.  Fortunately there wasn't many marks on
the big man's naked back.

   By seven o'clock the trucks were loaded and were on their way with Tom
following in his county furnished car.  The prisoner Rolo was with Tom in
his car.

   "You a bad man, Rolo?" Tom inquired.

   "No sir," the black man said.  "I don't give no man grief.  I came in to
town day before yesterday lookin' for work.  The Man done put the arm on
me. Said I was vagrant or somethin' like that.  Said 'cause I didn't have
but two dollars on me that I was again the law.  Judge said I had to pay
thirty dollars or spend thirty day in jail.  I said I'd have to do jail and
somehow that figured out to be a chain gang deal.  Here I am, Cap'n."

   "Happens," Tom said.  "You got family somewhere?"

   "No sir, there's just me.  I got a sister but she's off somewhere up
north."

   "Well Rolo, you keep your nose clean, you hear?  No more mouthin' off to
the guards and you'll get by.  Hell man, thirty days will pass before you
know it.  Behave yourself and we'll see 'bout takin' them chains off your
ankles." The black man nodded his head.  It would be a lot easier if you
weren't carrying forty pounds of chain around your feet.

   The morning was spent draining a part of Potter's swamp.  After a short
break for a meal of cold biscuits and fried fatback, the gang relocated to
repair the county road that ran beside Ron Cook's farm.  Tom sat on the
fender of his car in the shade of a big oak tree and watched the gang work.
After watching them for a while he looked at Ron Cooks land.  It was too
poor to sprout peas.  The land was like the owner.  Overworked and under
compensated.  Generally used up.  While he studied the farm he saw the
woman approaching.  As she got closer Tom saw that it was Ron Cook's
daughter, Cora.  He also saw that she was all grown since the last time he
noticed.

   "Good afternoon Captain Rivers," Cora said when she got close enough for
conversation.  "Momma sent me out to see if you all could use some cold
water." Tom saw that she carried a bucket with a heavy chunk of ice in it.

   "That's mighty nice of you, girl," Tom said.  "We got some water, but
it's warmed up right smart." He called for one of the trustees to come get
the ice and put it in the water container.

   "Thank you Cora," Tom said handing her the bucket back.  "I'm sure them
men appreciate it, too."

   "Weren't no trouble, Captain," Cora said.  "I was wantin' to ask you if
you know of anybody who might be needin' some housework done.  I ain't
afraid of hard work." Tom started shaking his head.  There wasn't a day
went by that someone didn't ask him about work.

   "Housework, you say?" he suddenly asked her.  "I been thinkin' that I
could use somebody at my place." The thought had not crossed his mind until
that moment.  "What kind of pay would you be thinkin'?"

   "Golly Captain," Cora said blushing.  "I ain't got no idea 'bout that. I
know you'd be fair."

   "Be too far for you to travel every day," he said looking at her lush
young body beneath her threadbare dress.  "You'd have to say on during the
week so we got to think room and board.  You any kind of cook?"

   "Yes sir.  I am a right good cook.  You ask my momma if you don't
believe me."

   "If you say it, I'll believe you," Tom said with a chuckle.  "Ron and
your momma all right with you goin' off to work?"

   "I guess so," Cora answered.  They had talked about it some.  There just
wasn't enough money coming in from the farm to take care of all of them. 
"Daddy's down by the barn if you want to speak with him 'bout it."

   "Yeah, I'll do that," Tom told her.  "I sure want to make sure
everything is okay with your folks.  I'm thinkin' ten dollars a week plus
your room and board.  That sound all right to you?"

   It sounded great to Cora.  Most people were willing to work for a dollar
a day when there was work to be had which wasn't all that often.  Ten
dollars a week was a lot of money.  She was so excited about the prospects
of making good money she didn't even care that the old man was staring at
her lush young body.

   At first Ron Cook was dead set against his daughter leaving to go off
somewhere to work.  He knew Captain Tom Rivers was, by Washburn County
standards, a wealthy man.  He also figured that Tom was an honorable man
and would do right by Cora, but he hated to see Cora leave the nest.  When
his wife Daisy joined Ron and Tom she cut right to the issue.

   "You got to let her go, Ron." Daisy said.  "Cora can send us some cash
and Lord knows we need it.  Over at Captain River's place she can earn her
keep and I know he'll feed her good.  We can't even hardly feed ourselves
these days.  She'll be able to come home now and again, ain't that right
Cap'n?"

   "Absolutely," Tom said.  "Anytime she's a-mind to come visit, I'll bring
her myself."

   Ron Cook fumed and fussed but in the end he relented and gave his
permission.  Tom left, telling Cora he would be back by five o'clock to get
her.  It only took Cora twenty minutes to pack her few belongings.  She was
waiting on the front porch when he came to fetch her.

   ***

   Cora got Tom's house cleaned and straightened up in less than a week. 
Cora even made the time to plant some flowers along the front walk and
along the driveway.  She prided herself on being a hard worker.  Tom, as
good as his word, filled the pantry with food stuff and Cora, as good as
her word, cook a good breakfast and supper.  The young girl and the older
man settled into a comfortable routine.

   Tom found he didn't mind going home after his day's work.  In fact he
looked forward to it.  Cora hadn't gone beyond the ninth grade but she was
a good listener and she wasn't stupid.  He could talk to her.

   Normally the chain-gang worked six days a week.  Tom gradually changed
that.  It started out that they knocked off early one Saturday and every
Saturday it got a little earlier until soon they were back at the work farm
by noon.

   "Getting' soft in your old age?" Clive asked Tom one Saturday as the
gang arrived back at the work farm.  "This is goina cause trouble, Cap. 
Mark my words."

   "I have duly noted your words, Clive," Tom replied evenly.  "There are
some watermelons from that truck that turned over yesterday.  Make sure the
chain gang get their share." Tom fixed Clive with a hard look.  "That means
you can unload all them you put in your car." A north bound truck out of
central Florida overloaded with watermelons had failed to make a curve and
blessed them with a load of melons.

   "You want me to unload them two big melons from your car?" Clive
snapped.

   "No, I don't," Tom snapped back.  Cora had mentioned how she dearly
loved a nice melon.  Clive Rollins was beginning to piss him off.  His
snide comments about Tom's new house keeper for one thing and the way Clive
picked on Rolo was another.

   For some reason Clive took a dislike to the black prisoner and
constantly stayed on the man's back.  Rolo never talked back or made any
sign of disrespect to Clive and that seemed to make Clive even madder.  Tom
could see trouble brewing.  If Clive had not been a nephew of the county
judge he would have been fired long ago.  Tom was aware that he fanned the
flames by keeping Rolo with him much of the time during the workday and
therefore out of Clive's reach.

   "You gone and changed, Cap," Clive complained.  "You done got soft as
cotton on these niggers.  What's got into you?"

   "Most of these ol' boys ain't done nothing bad wrong," Tom answered. 
"Wrong place at the wrong time, mostly.  Ain't no reason to make it any
harder than it is.  I'll be taking Rolo home with me.  Cora needs some help
in her vegetable garden."

   "When you bringin' him back?" Clive asked, his disgust evident.

   "When I feel like it, Clive," Tom answered an edge to his voice.  "You
might want to choose your words careful here.  What I do.  or don't do. 
ain't none of your damned business." Tom had overheard Clive and one of the
guards talking about what they planned to do to Rolo that night or sometime
Sunday.  "Is it Clive?" he asked, his voice soft but his eyes hard and
granite.

   "No sir," Clive answered shortly.  "Not a bit."

   ***

   Cora had Tom's house spotlessly clean except for one room.  It was kept
locked and she was curious about what lay behind the locked door.  Tom
shrugged off her questions about the room, telling her not to fret about
it.

   By accident she found the key to the room one morning while in his room
to make his bed.  She waited a few days before entering the forbidden
chamber.  She was a little bit frightened to defy Tom, but her curiosity
got the better of her, so one morning after Tom left she got the key and
went in.

   The room was another bedroom and it didn't take her long to figured out
that it was the room that Tom's wife occupied until she died.  There were
photographs of Tom and his wife and some old dried flowers scattered
around. Also there were a lot of women's clothes in a wardrobe and the room
had a musty odor.  Cora was about to leave when she saw a steamer trunk at
the foot of the bed.  The trunk was locked but nothing a hairpin couldn't
take care of.

   There wasn't much in the trunk except some old keepsakes and a small
cardboard box.  The contents of the box shocked her.  It was full of
photographs.  Not just old pictures but nasty pictures of men and women
engaging in every type of sex act.  The major shock was that the men were
colored and the women were white!

   Cora sat down on the bed and looked at each photograph carefully.  Some
of the pictures were very old tintype.  Some were faded so much that she
had to look closely to make out the subjects.  Some, however, were much
newer and she figured out by comparing the framed photos in the room to the
smaller ones that one of the women was Ethel Rivers, Tom's dead wife.  Cora
carefully put the photos back in the box and replaced them in the trunk and
left the room, locking it behind her.

   She thought about the photographs a lot over the next few days.  She
also thought about them while laying in her bed at night.  She had to see
them again and on a Saturday morning after cleaning up the kitchen she went
back to the room.  She figured that Tom wouldn't be back until
mid-afternoon at least.  Cora took of her dress and lay on the bed while
studying the photographs.  Her fingers were playing with her pussy and she
was totally absorbed in the pictures and with pleasuring herself.

   "You ought not be in here," Tom's voice shattered her fantasies.  She
leaped to her feet, trying to cover her naked body with her dress.

   "Oh God!" Cora said breathlessly.  "I'm sorry Captain Rivers," she
stammered.

   "Get dressed and put my stuff back where it belongs," Tom said.  He was
red faced and sweating.  "Come down when you're through." He turned and
left the terrified girl.  She knew without a doubt she would be fired from
her job.

   "Captain Rivers," she said after finding him on the back porch.  "I'm
terribly sorry for what I done.  I'm askin' you to please forgive me.  I
know."

   " Sit down Cora," the older man said calmly.  "I ain't goina fire you.
In fact.  I figured you would want to leave as fast as you could."

   "Why would you think that?" Cora stammered.  "I was the one in the
wrong."

   "I figured after you seen them pictures you would take off like a
scalded dog," Tom said.  "I guess you didn't mind them much from what I saw
you doin'" Cora blushed.  She shook her head.  "I guess I should have got
rid of them a long time ago." Rivers continued.  "I just couldn't do it for
some reason.  Sometimes at night I'd go in her room and look at the
pictures and remember a better time.  I guess them pictures shocked you
didn't they?"

   "At first they did," Cora confessed.  "Did you take the pictures?"

   "Some of them," Ton answered.  "The ones of Ethel, I did.  Some I got
from here and there.  I found out a long time ago that I liked to watch my
wife and other men.  Does that surprise you, girl?"

   "I guess," she answered in a quiet voice.  "Mostly I guess I don't
understand."

   "No, I guess not.  One thing I learned in my years is the human mind is
full of twists and turns.  What one person likes another don't care for. 
My Ethel was a hot blooded woman," he said making room for her on the porch
swing and indicating for her to sit.  "We weren't married very long when I
figured out that I wasn't nowhere near enough man to keep her satisfied. 
Ethel loved to fuck and she loved to fuck a lot.  That first year she
nearly wore me out." He glanced at Cora.  "I did what any other smart man
would do.  I got me some help.  First it was my brother, Roger.  He moved
in and help me keep Ethel well screwed.  Poor Roger went off to the war and
never came back.  Later I would find men to come fuck her but that was
risky.  I needed some man who would keep his mouth shut about it." He
paused a moment wondering why he felt obligated to tell this young woman
these things.

   "I guess that was when I got the idea to use niggers.  I knew they would
be scared shitless to tell a living soul that they was fuckin' a white
woman.  At the time I had a couple niggers working on my farm.  They was
both young and strong and between the three of us we kept Ethel pretty well
content.  It wasn't long after that a salesman came through selling cameras
and I bought one.  That's where the pictures came from.  I bought a better
one later on and learned how to do the development myself." Cora didn't
reply for a long time.  She seemed to be far away.

   "Who's that?" she asked nodding toward Rolo who was chopping weeds in
her garden.  Tom explained about the young black man.  "Get him to fix that
chicken coop and hen house." Cora suggested.  "Get some layers in and we
can have fresh eggs anytime we want them.  Wouldn't hurt to get some pigs
either."

   "So you ain't leavin'?" Tom asked.  "Why is that?"

   "You ain't done nothin' other men ain't done," Cora answered.

   "I'm goin' out on a limb and guess you know the ways of a maid and a
man," Tom said gently.  "Ain't none of my business, I'm just askin'."

   "I ain't a virgin," she said.  "If that's what you mean."

   "You liked lookin' at them pictures, didn't you?"

   "Yeah, I did," she answered honestly.  "A lot.  I got to start supper."

   "Okay, make enough for Rolo to eat with us.  Cora," he said when she
started in the door.  "I'll leave the door unlocked and you can look at
them pictures anytime you're a mind to.  I like to look myself."

   That night after they made a place for Rolo to sleep in the shed, Cora
went to the room and found Tom already there.  He had the pictures spread
out on the bed.  Cora was already dressed for bed and was wearing her
nightgown.

   "Come on in," Tom invited.  "I'll tell you about these pictures." She
got on the bed beside him.  He handed her a picture of his wife on her
knees with a black cock in her mouth.  "Ethel sure liked to suck on a
cock," he said.  "You ever have a cock that big?" Cora looked at the
photograph and nodded.  "Ethel like them big.  I had a picture of her with
a big ear of corn in her cunt, but something happened to it.  I sure like
that one, too." He handed her another picture.  "This one was took out in
the barn.  That's Curly's cock in her.  Curley died a few years back. 
Cottonmouth bit him they say.  Ethel surely did like his big ol' black
cock. You should take off your gown, Cora," Tom said.  "I done seen you
naked and playing with yourself so it don't matter now, does it?"

   Cora took the gown off, swelling with pride at the lustful look she got
from the old man.  Her nipples were so hard they ached and she didn't have
to touch her pussy to know it was wet.  She noticed that her pride wasn't
the only thing swelling.  She could see Tom had an erection.

   "You ever suck a man's pecker?" Tom asked her.  "Ever gobble a goober?"

   "Yes," she admitted.  "A few times."

   "Ever suck a black dick?" She hesitated only a moment before admitting
that she had sucked a black cock.  Her answer surprised Tom.  "I'll bet
your daddy would shit if he knowed that.  Him being a big shot in the KKK
and all." When she didn't comment, Tom laughed loudly.  "I'll be damned! 
Your daddy does know you been diddled by a nigger, don't he?" She didn't
have to answer him.  The answer was written on her face.  "You like fuckin'
niggers, don't you?" he asked getting her nod.  He reached out his hand and
stroked her breast, grasping her nipple causing her to gasp.  "We are goin'
get along just fine, girl," he said hoarsely, pushing her back on the bed.
He took one hard nipple in his mouth and sucked hard while his finger found
her clit.  Cora moaned loudly and Tom Rivers knew he had another hot
blooded woman on his hands.

   It didn't take long for his to get his clothes off and mount the young
woman.  It was a hard violent fuck and it was fortunate that she was on the
verge of a climax because Tom didn't last very long.  He came hard in her
and she shutter and yelled when she came.

   Tom lay on her for a few minutes trying to regain his breath.  When his
cock softened and slipped out of her he got up and went to the window.

   "Rolo, you hear me?" he yelled out the window.  "Get in here.  Come on
upstairs and make it quick." It didn't take the young black man but a few
minutes to get to the bedroom.

   "Yes sir," he said coming into the room.  "I'm." Rolo stopped walking
and talking when he saw the young white woman laying on the bed, her legs
spread wide and come leaking out of her pussy.

   "I just fucked this girl," Tom said.  "But she's still hot to trot.  You
think you might want to stick your black dick in that white pussy?" Rolo
stared at the lovely sight before him.  He tried to speak but no words came
out of his open mouth.  "Dammit boy, get your clothes off and get to
fuckin' her," Tom demanded.  "Tell him you want him, Cora," Tom demanded.

   "Yeah, I want some hard black pecker," Cora said.  "Come on Rolo and
fuck me." Her fingers were busy smearing Tom's sperm around on her pussy
and clit.

   Her words got the black man moving.  He quickly tore his clothes off and
approached the white woman on trembling legs.  Tom Rivers grabbed her legs
and turned her around, putting her white bottom at the edge of the bed.  He
pulled her legs open exposing her gash to the eyes of the black man who
sported a raging hard-on.

   "Get your nigger lips on these white titties, Rolo," Tom instructed. 
"Bite then nipples hard.  Make her squall.  Look at that big cock, Cora,"
He said.  "Big and hard like you like 'em."

   Rolo could not believe his good luck.  He had not fucked any woman in
months and never a white woman.  He did as Tom ordered.  He bit down hard
on Cora's spiky nipple until she screamed out in pain and pleasure.  Rolo
bit and sucked Cora's tits until she came.

   "Now boy, stick that big ol' black cock in that white pussy and fuck the
shit out of her.  Give this white slut some nigger fucking she'll never
forget.  Tell Rolo what you want, slut," he commanded.  "Tell Rolo to fuck
your white cunt and fuck you hard."

   "Fuck me Rolo," Cora said breathlessly.  "Fuck my white cunt with your
hard black cock.  Come on, shove it in me!"

   Rolo did as she asked.  He rammed all of his black cock in her, all the
way to his black balls.  She grunted from the force of his thrust and
continued to grunt each time he rammed his cock in her.

   Tom Rivers was still holding her legs to accommodate the black fucker.
He started to get hard again as he watched the shiny black cock go in and
out of her sloppy wet pussy.  Cora's words of encouragement helped his cock
to rise.  Tom put his still wet cock to her lips and she greedily took him
in her mouth.  Tom thought he would have to buy some film again.  This
black fucking needed to be captured on film.  He had found a kindred spirit
in Cora.

   Rolo came with a mighty gush of come, filling Cora's pussy until it
overflowed and yet Rolo continued to plow into her girls cunt.  It had been
a long time and Rolo was in no hurry to stop.  Tom left them an hour or so
later and went to his bed.  Rolo was still fucking Cora and she was still
fucking back.

   ***

   Tom Rivers woke up the following morning feeling alive for the first
time in a long time.  He felt like he had a reason to get out of bed for
the first since his wife passed away.  He awoke to the sound of bed springs
squeaking in the next room.  He smiled and wondered if they had been going
at it all night or if they were waking up to another fucking.

   Cora awoke and for a moment she was confused.  Rolo was laying behind
her, his semi-hard cock still in her.  That was the way she had gone to
sleep.  She lay still not wanting to cause the wonderful big cock to come
out of her pussy.  Her problem was solved when she felt the cock stir and
get harder.  Rolo was awake also and she smiled.  It was a nice way to wake
up.

   "God damn, Rolo!" Tom said from the open door.  "You tryin' to wear her
cunt out?  I'm here to tell you, you can't.  Hurry and fuck her so she can
get us some breakfast, boy."

   "I guess I got behind some and was just catchin' up," Rolo said with a
huge grin.  "I was afraid to open my eyes 'cause I was fearful I was just
dreamin'"

   "Ain't no dream," Tom said smiling at the sight of Rolo's big cock
firmly planted in Cora's cunt.  "Hurry and finish what you got started.  We
got work to do.  You got a hen house to fix and I got to go get some layin'
chickens."

   By noon the chicken house was ready for the new arrivals.  Tom went down
the road where he knew he could buy some chickens.  He bought fifteen
chickens and a rooster because he liked fertilized eggs.  He also drove
into Washburn and bought some film.  He would order the developing
chemicals he would need later.

   After the chicken had been installed in their new place and were busy
pecking at the scratch food Cora threw out for them they had their noon
meal.

   Tom could see that Rolo was uneasy eating with the white people. 
Something were still not acceptable in the deep south.  Some would never be
accepted he thought.

   "Man, if we share pussy we can break bread together," Tom said.  "How
did you young'uns like your get-together last night?  "

   "I like it mighty fine," Rolo answered.  "Best...ah, er, stuff I ever
had."

   "Pussy, Rolo," Tom said with a smile.  "Cunt, cozy, snatch, or gash. 
Call it what it is, boy.  How about you Cora?"

   "Aside from being a little bit sore, I really did like it Captain
Rivers. I purely did like his big ol' pecker."

   "That's good, children," the older man said.  "You all call me Tom when
we're here at home and there ain't no nosey folks about.  Cora, you said
Rolo ain't the first black dick you had.  Tell me about the others."

   "Been a few years back," the girl said.  "Momma had a handy man by the
name of Willie.  He was doin' her right regular and he wanted some of me.
Momma talked me into it."

   "So Daisy set you up to get nigger fucked, huh?" Tom said grinning
broadly.

   "Momma called my into the house one day.  I knew the man, Willie, was
there 'cause I saw his truck drive up.  I knew that momma was doin' him,
but I didn't say anything 'bout it."

   "Was that your first time with a man?"

   "I guess you could say so.  I accidentally popped my cherry with a
smooth stick I whittled out of cedar.  I had been doin' myself for a long
time.  Anyway, momma called me in and I went.  Willie was sitting on
momma's bed without a stitch of clothes on.  Naked as a jaybird, his big
ol' thing standing straight up.  Momma told me to get undressed 'cause
Willie wanted some young pussy and I was goina give him some of mine.  I
cried and told her that I shouldn't do that, but momma insisted.  She took
my dress off me and made me lay down on the bed.  I was shakin' bad and was
cryin' to beat the band.  Momma told me to shut up, but I couldn't quit
bawlin' I guess I stopped when Willie put his mouth on my pussy and started
lickin' and suckin'.  Boy, that felt better than anything I ever had done
to myself.  I had got myself off with my cedar stick a few times, but
nothing like that.  For a minute I thought I was diein' and didn't much
care.  Pretty soon Willie got my legs and pushed them up and momma guided
his pecker in me.  I really thought I was diein' then.  Ol' Willie fucked
me for nearly an hour, I guess, but to tell the truth, I lost all track of
time.  Willie would shoot off in me and momma would suck him until he was
hard again and he'd get back on me.  I washed about a quart of his stuff
out of me later.  Willie was like Rolo in that he didn't want to quit once
he got started.  He'd come by a couple times a week and fuck me or momma.
Sometimes both of us.  Then we didn't see much of him for a long time.  He
took up with that Wilson bunch."

   "Jack Wilson, the Grand Dragon?" Tom asked.  "You got to be jokin'!"

   "No sir.  It's the gospel truth.  I heard momma and daddy talkin' about
it.  Seems like Jack Wilson caught his wife fuckin' Willie and after that
he made Willie do his daughter, too.  Mister Wilson kept Willie and his
dummy brother, Theo, busy so we didn't seem him much after that."

   Tom thought about what Cora said.  He knew that Willie person.  He'd run
across him a couple of times.  Came from down in Frog Town.  It was
interesting to hear about Jack Wilson.  He was the kingpin in the Klan.  So
was Ron Cook, and Tom wondered how that would go over with the rest of the
KKK.  Be damned good blackmail material if any of them had two quarters to
their name.  Not that he was the kind of man to stoop to blackmail.

   "Your daddy know about your momma and you fucking niggers?" he asked
Cora.

   "He knows 'bout momma," Cora said.  "I don't know if he knows 'bout
Willie and me or not.  I don't think so."

   "That Willie ever poke your ass?" Tom asked her.

   "Yeah, couple times.  Hurt like hell the first time he did it to me.  He
didn't use no grease he just shoved it in my butt and fucked me.  Momma got
mad about him hurtin' me like that.  Wasn't so bad after that."

   "You hear that Rolo?" Ton said.  "This little bitch will take a fuckin'
in her ass.  You ever fuck a woman in her ass?"

   "No sir, I never did do that," the black man said shaking his head. 
"Seems like a waste of good pussy to me." Tom laughed at the remark.

   "Maybe so, my friend, maybe so.  I suppose it's a taste that has to be
developed," Tom said.  "Comes in handy when there are two hard and horny
men wanting the same woman at the same time.  She's got two holes that can
be reached easy enough.  You ever get the chance to have two or more men at
the same time, Cora?" She shook her head, her eyes shining brightly at the
idea.  "My wife use to say it was the only way to party.  We'll have to see
what we can line up for you, won't we?"

   ***

   "Clive, what do you figure has got into ol' Tom these days?" Arnold
Biggs asked.  Arnold was a second or third cousin to Clive but the
relationship was murky.  Clive figured it had something to do with
inbreeding but he wasn't sure.  Didn't care all that much either.

   "What'ch mean Arnie?" Clive asked.  He knew about some of the odd things
that Tom Rivers had done.  Taking that nigger prisoner home and keeping him
until Monday morning was one.  Going into the shower room when the
prisoners were showering was another thing that bothered Clive.  He thought
that maybe ol' Tom was going queer.  Then there was that girl Tom took in.
Cora Cook was as pretty as a speckled pup and Clive had been after her for
over a year.

   "I heard him tell that nigger they call Biggun to keep his nose clean
and he'd get a reward," Arnie said.  "I didn't hear what the reward was
because they walked off, but whatever it was it must of sounded good to
Biggun 'cause he sure perked up."

   "Yeah, that's strange all right," Clive said.  "Keep your eyes and ears
open, you hear me?  That old fart has been around too long.  This job needs
a man like me to ramrod it."

   Clive Rollins wanted Tom Rivers position so bad he could almost taste
it. There were many money making opportunities as chain gang captain.  Tom
Rivers was wasting a lot of them opportunities.  He had never like Tom
Rivers and the fact that Tom had Cora Cook living with him, maybe even
bedding her, galled Clive.  He just knew that Tom was fucking Cora.  That
had to be what had perked the old man up.

   "You got to tread lightly," Arnie warned.  "Tom Rivers ain't no man to
fuck around with.  He just soon kill a man as look at him." Clive had heard
the storied about how bad Tom Rivers was.  All the boys in Washburn County
grew up on the tales.

   "You know somethin' Arnie?" Clive said.  "I heard all that shit for
years and I think it's a pack of lies.  I've worked for Rivers for over two
years and I ain't ever heard him raise his voice to another man."

   "My daddy said he saw Tom Rivers beat a man to death one time," Arnie
said.  "You know my daddy didn't lie."

   "Maybe so," Clive said.  "If he was ever a bad man, he's done got old
and soft now.  He done got that Rolo released a couple days early and put
him to work on his place.  Don't sound like a bad man to me.  You find out
what that reward was he told Biggun about.  You ask around, 'cause that
information might come in handy.  Let's get these bastards loaded up.  We
got some swamp to drain."

   ***

   Rolo couldn't have been happier.  He had a nice place to stay, a good
job that paid hard cash and a white woman to fuck anytime he wanted to. 
Life couldn't have been sweeter.  Tom Rivers farm had got rundown
considerably, but Rolo knew exactly how to get it back to a working farm.
The Captain was going to send him a crew of laborers from the work farm and
they would make short work of cleaning the place up.  Tom Rivers bought a
gas powered tractor and Rolo was learning how to operate it.  The tractor
was one of the few in Washburn County.  Most small farms still used mules
or horses to do the work.

   Rolo laughed out loud as he turned the soil with the new tractor.  He
could do in a day what it would take a man and a team of mules a week to
do. His pleasant thought were interrupted when he say Cora standing by the
edge of the plowed ground.  She carried a picnic basket and was waving at
him.  He grinned and waved back.  They were going to go to the pond and
have lunch and a long sweet fuck.  Yes sir, life was sure sweet.

   ***

   "Cap'n Rivers, sir," the man called Biggun said.  "I got me a little
problem and I was hopin' you could help me." Tom raised his eyebrows and
nodded for the big man to continue.  "Mister Biggs done told me he heard
'bout what me and you was talkin' 'bout.  He said if I didn't 'fess up he
was going to put me back in chains.  I ain't done nothin' to deserve that."

   "I see, Biggun," Tom said.  "Don't worry 'bout it.  I'll take care of
it. Nobody goina put you back in chains unless you fuck up.  You goina be
working on my farm in the next few days anyway.  Arnie don't have no say
'bout that.  You go back to work now, but stay out of trouble, you hear
me?" Later that afternoon Tom casually made his way to where Arnie Biggs
stood guard over the prisoners.

   "Afternoon Cap," Arnie said.  "Getting' warm ain't it?"

   "Just a tad, Arnie," Ton said.  "Everybody behavin' themselves?"

   "Yes sir, no trouble at all.  I been keepin' my eye on that mean ass
Moses Waller.  If any trouble is comin' it most likely come from him."
Moses Waller was a huge black man who was serving a sentence of eleven
months and twenty-nine days for fighting.  A man died as a result of the
fight but nothing much was said about that.  It was a black man who died.
Of course it wasn't the first time a man died as a result of a fight with
Moses Waller.  Moses loved to fight and he didn't mind killing a man with
his fists.  Or anything else for that matter.  There were a lot of rumors
about how Moses Waller had killed a lot of people the law didn't know
about. Waller had been on the chain gang for only two weeks and established
himself as the boss of the prisoners.

   "I'll have a word with Moses," Tom said.  "You lay off Biggun, Arnie. 
You hear me?"

   "What do you mean, Cap?  What's that nigger been tellin' you?" he
demanded to know.

   "Never mind about that," Tom said.  "You get off his back and you stay
off it.  You mind your own fuckin' business and stay the hell out of mine.
You got that?" Arnie nodded his head and shifted his shotgun to his
shoulder.  He did not like the look in Captain Rivers eyes.  'Fuck Clive',
Arnie thought.  'Let him get his information his own self.' "Cut Moses out
of the line and send him over to my car," Tom said, satisfied that he had
put Arnie in his place.  "Now.  Arnie." He turned and walked away.

   "You wanted to see me?" the big man said.  Moses Waller was six and a
half feet tall and was well over three hundred pounds of solid muscle. 
Moses had lost the used of one eye in some long ago fight and it was a
milky color.  His face was a mass of scar tissue and his teeth were broken
and jagged.  By any standard Moses Waller was a big, ugly, mean person.

   "Been a while since you been on the gang, Moses," Tom said softly. 
"Apparently too long.  It appears you forgot how to address me.  You turn
around and go back a few steps and approach me again and do it right this
time." The big man stared at Tom for a moment, dropped his menacing eyes,
and walked away a few yards and returned.

   "You wanted to see me, Boss?" he growled.  Moses knew from past
experience that Tom Rivers would hit him or maybe even shoot him if he
didn't obey.  Moses Waller knew for a fact what Clive Rollins didn't
believe.  Tom Rivers was a mighty tough man.

   "Yeah, Moses," Tom said leading the prisoner to a shady spot.  "How many
kids you fathered?"

   "Huh?  Kids?  Hell Boss, I ain't got no idea," the bewildered man said.
"Couple dozen I expect.  Don't rightly know.  Why you ask me that, Boss?"

   "I hear you like to take your women kinda rough," Tom said still keeping
his voice low and calm.  "I hear you don't mind a little rape.  I hear you
like to hear your bitches scream.  Is that so?" Moses wasn't sure how to
answer the man's question., so he shrugged his massive shoulders.

   "The last time you was on my gang, you caused me a heap of trouble.  You
kept the other prisoners all riled up.  You caused a couple prisoners to
get shot, as I recall," Tom said.  "I ain't goina have that this time,
Moses.  I told my guards that at the first sign of a disturbance they was
to shoot you.  No matter if you was there or not.  If any prisoner is goina
get shot it will be you, Moses.  If two prisoners get to fightin then you
get your ass shot no matter if you are in the fight or not.  You hearin' me
Moses?"

   "Yeah Boss, I'm hearing you, but it don't seem right to me.  I can't be
held to blame for what somebody else does."

   "Yes you can," Tom said with a short barking mirthless laugh.  "You can
and you will be.  You ever fuck a white woman?" It took Moses Waller a few
moments to follow the change in the conversation.  He had raped a white
woman one time.  She foolishly flirted with him and got her ass fucked long
and hard, but Moses wasn't stupid enough to admit it to anyone.  Especially
a white man with a gun.  The woman never told anybody about it and he
hadn't either.  He shook his head.  "I think you're lieing to me," Ton said
pleasantly.  "Don't much matter right now, but you don't want to make a
habit of it.  No, Moses, I got a proposition for you.  You keep your nose
clean, cause me no trouble and I'll sweeten the pot for you."

   "How's that, Boss?" Moses asked suspiciously.  "How you goina sweeten
the pot?"

   "You keep in line and keep the other prisoners in line and I'll give you
a pretty little white woman to fuck," Tom said .  He almost laughed a the
shocked expression on the man's cruel face.  "Every couple months I'll take
you to a place where you can fuck the hell out of a little white girl.  You
can tie her up and fuck her all night long and nobody will ever say a word
about it.  You can fuck her ass if you want to and nobody can say
anything."

   "Boss that don't make no sense to me," Moses said.  "What if she
screams?"

   "She can scream her head off," Tom said.  "Don't make no difference."

   "What if she tells the law on me?  Or worse, the Klan get wind of it?"

   "Completely safe, Moses.  No one will ever know.  This gal is a slut and
she really likes to be raped hard.  Makes her hot, you know?  She likes a
hard nigger cock in her white pussy.  Hell, I'll bet she got a black cock
in her right now.  There is one thing, Moses," Tom said low and menacing.
"Mark her face or hurt her very bad and you'll die."

   ***

   Cora Cook did indeed have a black cock in her.  She was on her hands and
knees on a blanket by the pond.  Her white ass high in the air while Rolo
plowed his cock in her.  Even over the hum of the insects and the calling
of the birds she could hear the slurping sound of Rolo's cock as it went in
and out of her.  She loved the feel of his hard black cock in the tiny
white pussy.  Her only complaint, unvoiced of course, was that Rolo was too
gentle with her.  She wished that sometimes he would fuck her rougher, make
her do what he wanted her to do.  She couldn't make Rolo understand it was
all right.

   Cora remembered her daddy telling her mother about seeing Glory Wilson
tied and raped by Willie.  She could almost see in her mind the debauchery
of that rape and she could almost smell the odor of the sexual atmosphere
in that barn.  She wanted to be taken by a nigger and fucked long and
rough. Cora had a hard shattering orgasm from the fucking Rolo was giving
her and from her thoughts as he did.

   ***

   "You got to be foolin' me Boss," Moses Waller said to Tom.  "What's the
catch?"

   "No catch," Tom replied.  "You do what I say and you get to fuck a white
girl.  There is one thing.  I might need you to jack a man's jaw sometime.
You got a problem knocking the shit out of a white man?"

   "Hell no!" Moses said.  "I mean, no sir, Boss.  I ain't got no problem
with it.  Who you want beat up?"

   "We'll talk about it later," Tom said.  "In the meanwhile you stay out
of trouble and keep your mouth shut about everything we talked about.  One
little hint and the deals off and you're a dead nigger."

   Tom watched the huge man swagger back to the gang, It was hard to
swagger in leg irons but Moses Waller managed it somehow.  Tom was thinking
he would have to get more film for his camera.  Maybe even a newer camera.
He also wondered if the gossip was true about Moses Waller.  He heard that
the man had a cock as big as a king snake.  Time would tell.

   ***

   "Cap, what's this shit I hear about you takin' Moses Waller off the
gang?" Clive demanded.  It was two days after Tom's conversation with
Waller.  Clive was red faced and angry.

   "I got some work for him at my place," Tom answered his assistant.  They
were at the work farm in Tom's office.

   "You can't do that!" Clive yelled at his boss.  "It ain't right!"

   "It's right if I say it is," Tom answered calmly.

   "He'll run first chance he gets."

   "He ain't ever ran," Ton snapped his patience wearing thin.  " Take his
chains off and get him cleaned up.  We'll be leaving in a little while."

   "I ain't goina do it!" Clive yelled.  "That's plum crazy!"

   Tom stared at Clive for a moment, nodded his head as if answering an
unspoken question, and silently got up from his chair.  He went to the door
and called for Arnold Biggs who was in the yard.

   "Arnie, you are promoted to lieutenant," Tom informed him.  "Clive is
reduced to guard status.  Get the chains off Moses Waller and get him
cleaned up.  He'll be at my place for a few days."

   "Now hold on a minute, Cap," Clive said.  "I didn't mean."

   "Shut the fuck up, Clive!" Tom yelled.  "When I give an order I expect
you to do it.  I'm sick and tired of your pissin' and moanin' around here.
Get out of my sight and I mean now!" He turned back to the opened mouthed
Arnie.  "If you can't do what I say, I'll find somebody who can."

   Arnie left at a dead run to obey.  He was excited about his promotion.
Besides the extra five dollars a week it gave him something else.  He was
now a man to be reckoned with.  Arnold Biggs laughed out loud at his
unexpected windfall.  Cousin Clive now worked for him.  "Fuck you Clive,"
he yelled as he ran.  "Fuck you and the horse you rode in on."

   "You can't do this Cap," Clive said.  He was rooted by shock at what had
just happened to his world.  Being a lieutenant was important to him.  "It
just ain't right."

   "Yes I can," Tom snapped.  "I can and I did.  I'm tired of hearing you
whine about what's not right.  How long you stay a guard remains to be
seen. What are you going to do when you can't carry a gun and push the
niggers around?  Go guard something, Clive, while you still got a job."

   ***

   Tom, Moses Waller, and Bigun got to the farm just after six o'clock that
Friday evening.  Tom took the two men to the barn and told them what he
wanted and where the tools were.  He cautioned them to stay out of sight
because he wanted what he had planed for Cora to be a surprise.  One hell
of a big surprise.

   Tom's barn was one of the few in the area with electricity, but it was
dark when he and Cora entered it.

   "What on earth are we doin' in the barn, Tom?" Cora asked.  She was
mildly surprised when Tom sent Rolo on a trip.  She had been looking
forward to another night of hard sweaty fucking.

   "It's a surprise, Cora," Tom Rivers said.  "But one I think you're goina
like a lot." Inside the barn Tom lit a kerosene lantern throwing a half
light over the interior.  Cora saw that fresh straw had been put in the
runway of the barn and a wooden X had been constructed in the middle.  The
wooden cross was made out of smooth planks.  Tom led Cora to the large X
and turned her around so that her butt was against the wooden cross pieces.
He quickly secured her hands high above her head , ignoring her questions
and her concern.  She cried out when he cut her simple dress away and
tossed the remnants aside.  He attached her legs to the cross so that she
was naked, helpless, and completely exposed.

   "Quit snivlin' 'bout your dress.  I'll get you another one," Tom assured
the naked and trembling girl.  "You just relax now." He took a cloth
blindfold out of his pocket and cover her eyes.  Then in her darkness Cora
could hear the low murmur of male voices and wondered if Rolo was really
there instead of being off somewhere.  Suddenly she felt big strong
calloused hands rubbing up and down the inside of her spread legs.  She
also felt hands cupping her small perky titties and squeezing them.  She
felt lips and a hot wet tongue licking her pussy at the same time she felt
her nipples being sucked and twisted.  She thought it had to be Rolo and
Tom until she heard Tom's voice from some distance away telling the unknown
men to have at her.

   "You sure, Captain?" a deep gruff voice said.  "You sure this is all
right?"

   "I'm sure," Cora heard Tom's voice said.  "You boys can fuck this bitch
to your heart's content.  You know the rules." Cora felt rough fingers grab
her clit and tug hard, causing her to moan.  She would have fallen if her
hands were not tied high above her head.  Other rough fingers were pulling
and jerking her nipples.

   Cora admitted to herself that she was scared to death, but it was
exciting not knowing who was tormenting her.  Her body was responding to
the rough treatment it received.  She could feel the moisture in the pussy
and she also felt a tongue go deep in her wet cunt.  She screamed in pain
as sharp teeth hit down hard on a nipple.

   "You want me to take the blindfold off, Cora?" Tom's voice asked.  "You
want to see what's happening to you?"

   "Yes," Cora hissed loudly.  "Please take it off." Suddenly the blindfold
was whipped off and she blinked in the bright light.  The barn was flooded
with light and she saw two big black bucks hovering at her trembling white
body.  One was sucking on her nipple the other one was on his knees between
her spread legs running his tongue over her throbbing little clit and
sliding his finger along her butt crack .  The kneeling man roughly shoved
a finger in her ass causing her to yelp and then groan.  Cora saw Tom
standing close by stroking his hard cock.  He was adjusting something on a
large camera.  Suddenly she was blinded by a bright flash as Tom Rivers
took the first picture of the debauchery.  The first of many.

   ***

   Cora awoke in a state of confusion.  She knew she wasn't in her bed and
it took a moment for her to realize that she was laying naked in Tom's own
bed.  As she became awake she remembered the events of the night before.

   Cora recalled how she had been ravaged by two mean blacks.  Ravaged over
and over again while she was tied to a cross in the barn.  She remembered
the first time one of then rammed his big pecker in her.  She remembered
and smiled.  Both of the big bucks had huge cocks.  Bigger than Willie had
been, bigger than Rolo, and much bigger than Tom Rivers.

   Cora felt her sore, swollen pussy begin to get wet as she remembered how
they fucked her.  Standing tied for a while then when they cut her down and
put her on a straw filled mattress on the barn floor.

   She remembered Moses was the mean one's name.  He was the one who first
fucked her poor little ass.  She couldn't remember the other man's name,
but she remembered his hard black cock well.  She recalled how they fucked
her until she passed out and how they started on her again when she woke
up.

   As she lay there remembering how she had been sexually abused over and
over again her hand involuntarily found her ravaged pussy.  Carefully she
stroked her tender clit bringing herself a mild orgasm.

   Cora smiled as she remembered how they had both fucked her at the same
time.  She remembered how she had screamed when she came with a blinding
flash of light.  Then she remembered Tom and his camera.  That may have
been the cause of the flash, she thought.  At least part of it.  She closed
her eyes and drifted off into slumber again.

   The next time she woke the room was flooded with light.  Cora realized
that it was in the afternoon.  She got up and stood on legs that still were
unsteady and made her way to the bathroom.  Tom Rivers had one of the few
indoor bathrooms in the county.  He also had installed a large bathtub
which she started filling.  She saw he house was empty as she made her way
to the kitchen.  She got two large containers and heated water for her
bath.

   She was still soaking in the hot water when Tom opened the bathroom door
and stuck his head in.

   "How's your pussy?" he inquired with a grin.

   "Sore," Cora answered.

   "How's your ass?"

   "Sore," she responded.  "So are my titties."

   "You get enough fuckin' for a while?"

   "For a while," she answered with a grin.  "What was.something." Cora
couldn't find the words to describe her adventure.  "I ain't ever been so."
Her voice trailed off.

   "Fucked?" Tom supplied.

   "Yeah," she agreed.  "Fucked."

   "I spent all morning in my darkroom developing pictures.  I got most of
them printed.  You want to see yourself getting fucked by two niggers?"

   "Yes sir," She quickly agreed.  "I sure do.  Are they goina fuck me
again?"

   "Count on it," Tom said with a laugh.  "Count on being fucked by a lot
of big black cocks in the days to come."
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