“Please Master Smith, I beg you, please let me go…”
“Stop your squawking you ungrateful b***h!” the red-faced defiler screamed out. “I own everything on this plantation, so you just do as I say! Do you want me to slap some sense into that thick skull, you stupid darkie?”
Pushing her forward while kicking out his chair, he forced her youthful figure to bend over the desk’s broad surface. Perspiring from his efforts, he positioned himself behind Maria before he dropped her underpants.
Bending over his prostrated victim, Harriston Smith prepared to satisfy months of pent up frustration in one moment of instant gratification. Dropping heavy trousers to the floor in a clumsy heap, he moved in to finish his sordid attack.
“What in the name of God are you doing there!” screamed out a familiar
