Chapter One: The Tale Of The Three Sisters

"All through many people think that the Luv family tree only goes back to the late 1800s when sex wrestling was just sprouting. But they couldn't be more wrong." Herzog says showing a young Tulip Luv flexing her muscle as she has one foot on a naked black man with the Sex Fighter Queen belt over her shoulder

"What many people don't realized." Nina said.

Nina Hartley

Adult Entertainer/ Luv Historian

"Is that the Luvs have a history extending all the way back to France in the 1700s." Hartely says with a smile as she sits in a simple office chair in front of a black backdrop in a tight office skirt and blouse.

"Where they were originally named the Luvelles. And were very prominent in the upper circle till Louie Luvelle had to leave with the rest of his family to a former French colony that we now know today as New Orleans, Louisiana after the French Revolution."

A painting shows a blond woman in a white blouse, red skirt, and a big red hat. A crowd of people is seen holding her up among the chaos of the riot shown in the pistol as if she was a hero while she holds two smoking pistols in each hands. There is a demure smile on her face as her left tits peaks out of her blouse. "Through I heard that while most of the family left in terror of the rioters some of the Luvelles had a great time during it and treated it like a party." Hartely laughs.

Herzog then says as stretches of a plantation being built is shown, "Despite the set back and being sent to a former colony that was considered even at that time backwater. The Luvelles made the best of it and created a sugar plantation where they housed hundreds of slaves to work on the crop."

"The last male owner of the plantation was a George C. Luvelle." Hartely says as a sketch shows a balding man with a bulging stomach in typical clothing of the 1800s hundreds. He died in 1859 shortly before the civil war due to typhoid and left a huge amount of debt. He left three strong daughters who despite their differences vowed to keep the plantation in the family and had different ways to pay off the debts that their father left behind."

The scene changes to an reenactment as Hartely narrates.

"There was Scarlet Luvelle. The oldest who was known as the traditionalist."

Scarlett is seen laughing with a general in a confederate uniform with a long black beard as they both sit on the front porch in white wicker chairs with tea on a bench between them as slaves work in the fields before them.

"She was known to work the plantation like a plantation normally would and play to the social crowds. And play as the chastise and kept woman."

Scarlett is laughing as she puts her hand on the general's thigh and stroke it.

"But rumors said she had her urges as any woman."

The scene changes to the woods where a punch is heard thrown before a man, looking dirty and unkempt , falls backwards to his friends who wait by a horse and wagon.

"Then there was Mabel Luvelle, the middle child who was known as a fighter."

The friends look up at the woman who threw a punch.

Mabel stands there in front of a wooden shack with a tin chimney attach to it that has smoke coming out of it. In front of it was bunch of various apparatuses that connect to each other with tubes and wires where liquid drip from it into barrels.

"So are you going to pay me Jim Brown. So do I need to remove the rest of your teeth?"

"Mabel." Hartley says, "Was someone who was never scared of a fight and ran a moonshine operation in a male dominate market that no one, not even the authorities, would touch as it said that Mabel made special moonshine that could make even the frigid women hot to the touch."

"I'll pay you back Mable. I promise." The man cries through puff cheeks as his friends help him up .

"Uh huh. Till then get out. And don't come here looking for my special cider that will make your women folk all horny till you come back with what you owe me."

The men were starting to leave.

"Hey, leave your friends through." Mabel that says making the men stop and turn to look at her.

Mabel starts to unbutton her skirt, "Consider them a down payment for what you owe me."

The scene changes to a man on his knees with his confederate uniform unbutton as he looks up with his curly brown hair sweaty as jerks off in a small apartment room as sunshine comes through the window.

"Yes, yes. God yes!" The man cries as starts to cum.

"Now do you know what you say next?" A woman says off screen.

"Thank you?"

"No."

The man groans in pain as a high heel steps on his balls.

"You asked how much? How much for allowing you to look at my glorious flower for you to get off on."

"And of course." Hartley says, "There was the youngest, Annabelle Luvelle, or Belle for short."

Belle was on the bed, her legs spread apart with her dress up over her legs for the man to see her pussy while she played with it as he got off.

"She was known as the whore."

"Well?" Belle says twisting her foot about making the man grown, "Can you guess what my answer to your question would be?"

"Um... fifty dollars?" The man says his eyes darting back and forth trying to think of an answer.

The shoe came off his balls and Belle leans forward and kiss his nose, "Good boy."

The man closes his eyes and sigh in relief.

The scene changes to Hartley says with a smile, "Or latter better known by her older sister, Scarlett, in one of her later diary entries, 'The bitch who destroyed everything we had."

The scene goes back to Belle who looks on at the man as she leans back with a small smile.