resistance that he had not before. Barely more than the tip of his penis made it past my inner folds, I heard him spit in the darkness and then put his hand between my legs before pushing hard into me. His shaft filled my dry womanhood as I closed my eyes. Even in the cold darkness I felt the need to shut them. I hoped that when I opened them again that I would wake up and that this would be a bad dream. He pushed himself in and out of me as hard and as fast as he could. I was thankful that his penis was not larger than it was. His spit soon dried but he was still inside. His dry skin ground against mine in a painful thrusting motion that I can only describe as needles scratching inside me. Desperate to end the pain I reached my arms around to his cold back and embraced him. Within a few minutes I felt my dry pussy quickly get wet and I knew that he'd ejaculated inside me again.
Once he was done he quickly left the room. I didn't open my eyes until I heard the door close behind him. I waited a few moments and got out of bed. I lit my lamp and went outside and into the barn. I was desperate to be clean so I raised my gown and began splashing water from the horse trough onto my womanly parts as fast as I could. The cold, almost icy water quickly numbed my nether region and I used an old blanket to wipe myself dry. The blanket was old and dirty, but not as dirty to my mind as Master Smith. I didn't know what to do or how to make this stop. I was disgusted with myself and frustrated with my helplessness.
With tears swelling in my eyes, I returned to the house.
"I expect he making use of you then." Said Sissy who was standing in the kitchen when I re-entered the house.
I burst into tears and ran as fast as I could to my room. I sat my lamp down and climbed under to covers burying my face into the old used pillow that I'd been given a week before.
"You ain't proud like Martha and Jane was. I reckon you mo like Gin." Sissy said as she stood in my doorway.
"What does it matter?" I asked.
"Oh it matter. Specially to Ms. Beckah." Sissy responded.
"Then why does she allow it?" I asked.
"Ain't no way foe her to stop it." Sissy began. "She call Massa Smith out and he gone say it aint so and den it his word ginst hers and a couple of slaves dat don't mean nothing."
"Then why does it matter to her?" I asked.
"Ms. Beckah gone put a stop to his cheating." Sissy replied. "You just hang on!"
I found comfort in Sissy's words. It didn't matter whether they were true or not, I was so desperate to find a friend that I would have believed that the moon was green if Sissy had said so that night. I cried myself back to sleep, hoping to feel better when the sun came up.
The next day, Master Smith and Master Miller had to leave for one of the towns in the next county and wouldn't be back for several days. Ms. Rebekah, Sissy and I had the house all to ourselves. I was surprised that Ms. Rebekah allowed Henry to come in the house while Master Smith was away.
"Sissy say's I can trust you" Ms. Rebekah said to me as I swept the porch she was rocking on while Sissy and Henry was upstairs moving furniture.
"I reckon" I said.
"You wouldn't lie to me if I asked you a question?" Ms. Rebekah asked.
"I don't much care for liars so I guess I'd tell the truth." I said. My heart raced as I prepared myself for the question that I knew was coming.
"My husband forces himself on you?" She asked.
I paused to choose my words carefully. "I think you know the answer to that, but if you need me to say it will." I responded.
"I'm afraid I do need to hear it from you." Ms. Rebekah replied.
"I can't rightly say he forces himself on me. I do what he says to do but I don't want to." I replied.
"So you're not happy with my husband's?" M.S. Rebekah asked.
"No ma'am." I said.
"Sissy said you cried yourself to sleep last night. Is that true?" Ms. Rebekah asked.
"Yes ma'am" I said.
"Why?" She asked.
"I reckon you know the answer to that too." I said.
"Tell me
Once he was done he quickly left the room. I didn't open my eyes until I heard the door close behind him. I waited a few moments and got out of bed. I lit my lamp and went outside and into the barn. I was desperate to be clean so I raised my gown and began splashing water from the horse trough onto my womanly parts as fast as I could. The cold, almost icy water quickly numbed my nether region and I used an old blanket to wipe myself dry. The blanket was old and dirty, but not as dirty to my mind as Master Smith. I didn't know what to do or how to make this stop. I was disgusted with myself and frustrated with my helplessness.
With tears swelling in my eyes, I returned to the house.
"I expect he making use of you then." Said Sissy who was standing in the kitchen when I re-entered the house.
I burst into tears and ran as fast as I could to my room. I sat my lamp down and climbed under to covers burying my face into the old used pillow that I'd been given a week before.
"You ain't proud like Martha and Jane was. I reckon you mo like Gin." Sissy said as she stood in my doorway.
"What does it matter?" I asked.
"Oh it matter. Specially to Ms. Beckah." Sissy responded.
"Then why does she allow it?" I asked.
"Ain't no way foe her to stop it." Sissy began. "She call Massa Smith out and he gone say it aint so and den it his word ginst hers and a couple of slaves dat don't mean nothing."
"Then why does it matter to her?" I asked.
"Ms. Beckah gone put a stop to his cheating." Sissy replied. "You just hang on!"
I found comfort in Sissy's words. It didn't matter whether they were true or not, I was so desperate to find a friend that I would have believed that the moon was green if Sissy had said so that night. I cried myself back to sleep, hoping to feel better when the sun came up.
The next day, Master Smith and Master Miller had to leave for one of the towns in the next county and wouldn't be back for several days. Ms. Rebekah, Sissy and I had the house all to ourselves. I was surprised that Ms. Rebekah allowed Henry to come in the house while Master Smith was away.
"Sissy say's I can trust you" Ms. Rebekah said to me as I swept the porch she was rocking on while Sissy and Henry was upstairs moving furniture.
"I reckon" I said.
"You wouldn't lie to me if I asked you a question?" Ms. Rebekah asked.
"I don't much care for liars so I guess I'd tell the truth." I said. My heart raced as I prepared myself for the question that I knew was coming.
"My husband forces himself on you?" She asked.
I paused to choose my words carefully. "I think you know the answer to that, but if you need me to say it will." I responded.
"I'm afraid I do need to hear it from you." Ms. Rebekah replied.
"I can't rightly say he forces himself on me. I do what he says to do but I don't want to." I replied.
"So you're not happy with my husband's?" M.S. Rebekah asked.
"No ma'am." I said.
"Sissy said you cried yourself to sleep last night. Is that true?" Ms. Rebekah asked.
"Yes ma'am" I said.
"Why?" She asked.
"I reckon you know the answer to that too." I said.
"Tell me
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