Rebellion Gangbang

Anna Lee’s husband was bound, his arms tied behind his back, watching in a daze. His wife looked frightened. They descended on her, pawing at her body in a frenzy. It looked like every single one of these horny niggers wanted a piece of her. But she was more frightened for Amelia.

“Is this what you want?” She screamed. “Y’all want white pussy, you fucking animals?”

Jamal stepped in first, clearing a path. Anna Lee was nude, white skin shining in the sunlight.

“It ain’t your first time, miss” he announced to laughs and cheers. She looked up at him defiantly. He knelt down and easily subdued her struggling limbs. The others were stroking themselves, surrounding her like wolves. Jamal shoved his cock inside her and she suppressed the sound that almost escaped her lips. Their eyes were locked as he thrust into her with ****.

“You’re already wet,” he taunted. She said nothing, eyes blazing, arms pinned to the ground.

She cast her eyes over to her husband, his arms tied behind his back, propped up against the wall of the shed. Blood dripped down his forehead and face. He looked dazed, like he’d been kicked in the head by a horse. He watched the nigger’s thick cock penetrate his wife. The others hooted and hollered, jumping up and down, pawing at Anna Lee’s body while Jamal pounded his wife’s pussy. One of men stroking himself over her body came, spilling his seed all over her.

The next **** in line flipped Anna Lee on her knees and shoved her face down into the earth. He clapped her ass with his powerful thrusts as she cried out. One after another, each one of those horny niggers fucked Anna Lee’s increasingly sore pussy. They were ruthless with her.

So focused on Anna Lee, and finally slaying the infamous, nigger-loving plantation wife, that no one noticed the trembling Amelia — the unassuming white servant. She backed away slowly from the frenzied gangbang. It frightened her.

Suddenly, black fingers wrapped around Amelia’s mouth and waist. No one heard her muffled shout. The hands turned her around, and she was looking at a middle-aged **** with his finger held up to his lips. “Be quiet,” he whispered. He nodded towards the house and they cautiously scurried off, Anna Lee’s moans of anguish mixed with unmistakable pleasure fading in the distance along with the whoops and hollers of her slaves.