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Plantation Fun House

Chapter 4

   Chapter 4

   Sissy was released and allowed to rest.  Momma replaced her by laying over
the end of the table on her back, beckoning to Moss, who had a raging hard on
once more from watching Sissy getting off from her torture.  "Fuck me slow, boy,
and remember, don't put your cream inside me."

   As Moss slid into her I looked around the room, for the first time able to
tear my attention from the people.  My mouth opened as I realized the big room
had several wicked looking devices that were part furniture and part machine. 
One looked like a small water wheel, another was shaped like and X and looked
bigger than a tall man.  Another was a long, tall sawhorse, and still others
looked like oversized riding saddles.  All of them had chains, straps, shackles
and other more mysterious attachment on them.  The walls were similarly adorned
and also had an assortment of whips and other things I'd never seen before.

   I stood, the crotch of my underwear and breeches damp, and wondered just what
I should do.  It was obvious momma was doing these things of her own free will,
and I realized with a sick feeling in my stomach, that it wasn't the first time. 
I wondered, given the fact that they would be gone for three days, just what
more they would be doing to top the obscene thing I had already witnessed. 
Truth be told, if I could have figured a way to watch without being detected, I
had a mind to see what came next.  I even gave some thought to dropping my
britches and doing myself between the legs.  One thing I knew for sure was that
if momma knew I was here we'd never be able to look each other in the eye again.

   I decided just to leave and started to turn for the trees where Rusty was
tied.  The instant I moved a rough hand clapped over my mouth and a huge arm
grabbed me around the ribs.  My scream was muffled as my attacker dragged me
kicking toward the front of the cabin.  As we rounded the corner I caught sight
of two big, roughly dressed white men bursting through the cabin door with
knives in their hands.  The man holding me stopped and I could hear lots of
yelling and screaming from inside.  Then it grew quiet.  Minutes passed, then a
man's voice called out, "Bring the girl in."



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