Old Scores Settled (WayDownSth 3)

[johnsmith2007]

Old Scores Settled (WayDownSth 3)


Way Down South pt3

Usual warning about nasty violence etc. and please do not take the racial slurs as being for anything other than reflecting the place and time of the story.


When the dust had settled and all the bets and the winners purse and cut added in I suddenly found myself a much richer man than I could possibly ever have dreamed of. And if I had accepted the offers I received for any of my new slaves it would have kept me in rum and women for a year, well maybe six months at least. The Capt?n repeatedly pressed me for ownership of Nelly, and though I found it hard to refuse him, I did let him take her back to his own estate so he could ?comfort her?. Mrs Bess quickly rounded up our little flock and loaded onto the large wagon the now groaning Brute, laying him beside Sheba who had since passed out too. To my surprise I now realized I also owned another two smaller wagons, seven half naked savage looking picaninnies, an ancient octoroon crone, and two young bucks, just in there teens. However as I was still grasping the situation Mrs Bess dug me in the ribs and nodded across at the still fuming Mrs Clarke.

?Mister Thief, we better be getting off Clarke land before that she wolf takes a notion to kill us all.? I quickly agreed and we were soon rolling into the night along a well-worn track, and it was only then that I thought I should ascertain my rights as a ?Whiteman?, Mr Thief indeed! Well my high handed commands lasted less than a minute as she first ignored me and then fetched me a punch to my gut that doubled me over and rolled me into the back of the wagon. However I?m not one to stand on injured dignity, so I hit her over the head with a large frying pan that was to hand and then dragged her by her hair into the back. Well, the horses must have known where to go as we spent the night alternately rutting and fighting. Yes, I was certainly the owner, but Mrs Bess, who now let me call her Jasmine, (only her real close friends were allowed to call her Jassy) was the boss.

The next day we pulled up by a small river on what I was told was Jackson land, and safe from the Clarke?s. It was here I saw some doctoring any saw bones in the fleet would be proud of. Those picaninnies stitched up the cuts with fine thread and set bones like I?d never seen before while the old near white witch, bent double with age picked and prepared brews and balms.
However I did sense something was not quite right. The two girls, Yella, and Brute?s young sister Bonny, still glared at each other and refused to talk, obviously some unsettled business there I thought, especially as I had taken Bonny for a ride immediately after last nights fight had finished. But that was not it. They were all looking up the road in expectation of some new arrivals, and the buggers hadn?t even told their master who was coming.

After a long afternoon nap, where my tensions had been eased by massages from my two competing nymphs a buck in his mid teens ran into camp. After ogling all the fine female flesh he eventually eased his eyes back into their sockets and breathlessly reported to Mrs Bess that ?Sinbad and Cassy are at it with Massa Tom?s Niger?s up by the corral?. Well I had no idea who this Sinbad and Cassy were, or for that matter Master Tom, but like the rest of the tribe I took to my heels back down the road towards a huddled group of shanty shacks beside which a crowd of blacks were screaming and shouting as inside a small picket fenced enclosure four Nigers were fighting.

Our arrival caused a bit of commotion, and the fighters were dragged off of each other. It was my presence that seemed to concern them most. This was a slave only gathering, no other whites were present, and it took all of Mrs Bess?s charm to quieten the concerns of the other blacks. ?Massa Tom, he don? like us settling things our way,? they kept repeating. However eventually the fight recommenced, and while Bonny was preoccupied with the buck that had brought the message to us, Yella snuggled up to me and explained what was going on. And dear reader so you too will understand my surprise at the sight before me I must tell you now that both sets of glistening, blood and sweat coated naked couples were grizzled veterans of some three score years.
?Sinbad and Cassy, they your Nigers Massa Limey, and them two ugly Coons they been property of Massa Tom?s father, and he fight them up and down the ?ssipy. They hate each other something bad, but Massa Tom he don? hold with fighting, so old Sin and Cas they sneak over here yesterday to force Jed and Lizzy to fight.? Much to my delight I was now to enjoy the final bow of an enmity that had lasted nearly forty years.

Old Mr Tom?s veteran fighters, called Jed and Lizzy, looked to be in their early sixties, maybe half a decade older than my two pugs. Both were taller and heavier than my matched pair, but running a bit to fat, the result I guessed of having been retired for some years. The old cat, was like her husband grey haired, both on top and below, and sporting large sagging breasts that slumped across a full round belly, full arsed too, while the dog, though having a paunch was a good head taller than my male. They were octoroons, with light brown skins and near European features. Well, the features I could recognise having been battered and bitten some by my Nigers. Having assessed the opposition I turned my eye onto my old couple. They were Mulatto?s, a deep rich brown black, and looked trimmer and more conditioned than the other veterans, the old bitch had dark henna hair and similar hanging dungs to the other old women and a plucked hairless groin to hide the grey, while her tall still muscled husband had a shaved head. Both males had thick knurled cocks and heavy hanging pods from years of naked battle.

I guessed the four old bruisers must have been at it for some time before we arrived and caused the unscheduled break in the fun. I could not tell who had been winning at the break, but as they stood glaring at each other across the small forty by forty corral the battle damage looked about even. All four had battered faces and bloodied and bruised bodies, and the old Lionesses had done as all cats do and mangled and bitten each others milkers into misshapen pillows of pain, while the veteran bulls had left each other with bent cocks and swollen nuts in there attempts at forced castration.

?Them Tyrell estate Niggers been beating shit out of Gramps and Nanny from since before Ma was born.? Yella slipped her hand into my breaches and gave my straining tool a pull. ?When old Mr Tom died his son left the river boats, but Ma she tracked ?em down, so Gramps and Nanny get one last chance for revenge for all the beating they took.? I had been at a loss with this entire Ma, Pa, Nanny etc business, until I realised that this little fighting tribe I now owned was nearly all one extended family, but some were blood relations and others adoptive, as slave babies as I was to find out, were often given to others to raise.

These four old ?first rates? were not going to run at each other but when the fight recommenced they cautiously stalked each other around the small wood enclosed fight pit. As I was hoping they paired off by sex , and while the two bulls started to slug it out in one corner of the corral, I concentrated my attention on the two veteran spitfires. My old Nigeress was quicker than her opponent and as they closed she suddenly leapt forward and administered a skull cracking head butt into Lizzy?s face. The big grey streaked haired women staggered back, but as we cheered and Cassy jumped to attack again a meaty knee was lifted into the smaller women?s gut and the darker slave had to stumble back croaking.

?You always were a sucker for a good knee, Cas,? mocked the older fighter. ?You?ve only beaten me twice in over two score years Cassy, while I?ve gutted you in every one of the last seven times we?ve met,? She spat at the smaller black headed female, ? but this time no owner to save your hide, only me shovelling earth, just like I did for your sister.?
Ignoring her freshly bleeding face the older women pursued the retreating Cassy smacking rights and lefts into the already swollen breasts of my property, snarling and spiting and cursing as she did so. Forced back against the wooden barrier my more wiry black recovered some of her composure and blocking the heavy swings of the fat Niger started to return shot for shot of her own into the ripe to bursting hanging sacks of the lighter skinned veteran. Then with a mutual bellow both mature fighters disregarded defence and went straight for the kill. Four large muscled hands descended upon the already battered dungs, and as I shouted my own women on, the two Amazons tried literally to rip and twist each other milkers off.

Within a few minutes both blacks were sobbing as their teats dripped blood from the mangling they were receiving. This close wrestling also enabled them to engage in biting, and kicks at their full cunys, but it was the older fighter who eventually found a way to gain advantage by simply using her over a foot taller height to rip down on my Niger?s tits so that she forced her to her knees. But as I despaired of the veterans fate at being so disadvantaged my Mulatto capitalised on her speed to lunge sideways and to my astonishment, and a gasp from the watchers, tit threw the heavier women across her shoulder to land Lizzy screaming on her back on the dirt. Cassy was still sobbing and her full rack was a state, but the tit throw had shattered Lizzy. My pug had dug her hands in deep and held on as tight as she could as the heavy women had been over balanced and thrown. Ten ripping streaks of purple showed the tracks on the fat women?s large dung?s, ending at her teats, which had both been slashed and burst. Lizzy writhed on her back nursing both ruptured sacks, her eyes screwed shut in agony.

Cassy however could not really capitalise immediately on her move as the in-fighting had left her blowing and winded. However with our encouragement, and I was shouting the loudest, she crawled to the plank fence and pulled herself up. Yella though was taking less interest in the fight as she was licking and sucking my balls, the little teen had earlier deftly removed my belt and pulled down my hose to get at my ?essentials?. My other teen doxie I should note had by this time disappeared with the boy who had brought the message. She didn?t return till just before the end of the fight, with a wide grin and a panting buck in tow.

?Your finished Lizzy, this time no one?s here to stop us, and I?m putting you in the hole just like you did to my lill? Bess?, hissed Cassy through her bloody lips. Then leaping forward she thudded a hard heel into the lower gut of the prostrate women. Lizzy croaked and tried to rise but my dark haired Nigeress now repeated the stomp, targeting the womb of the other veteran. Hard black heels rained down onto the golden brown belly and soon the gut started to swell and darken, but just a I was about to whoop for my gals victory a desperately flailing arm knocked out Cassy?s supporting leg, and my weary old hellion was thrown hard to the ground, dazing herself as she crashed into the fencing. I had to admire the determination of the grey streaked bitch as while her foe lay groaning sitting propped up on the wood she somehow rolled herself over onto Cassy?s feet, trapping her. We yelled like crazy for Cassy to wake up and stop the inevitable as the older women took a firm grip on each of the darker black?s ass cheeks and dragged her own battered body up the tree trunk legs of the semi comatose raven headed Mulatto. Yella stopped sucking my cock and also screamed at the senior member of my fighting tribe as she realised the terrible danger

All our screams however paled into insignificance compared to the bellow from Cassy when her mortal foe?s teeth latched onto her clit and bit deep into the love meat. As they lay entwined on the dirt the grey haired bitches head was now nuzzled into the dark chocolate groin of her foe and she shook and worried at the fresh meat laid bare for its consumption by the hairless plucked cunt of the mahogany female. The smaller women eyes were staring and rolling back as she wailed hysterically, beating ineffectually at the brown cat?s back, her legs and body pinned under the heavier women.

It was her man who saved her. We had all been so concentrating on our fight we had not observed what had been going on with the bulls. The big brown bruiser was slumped in the opposite corner of the corral rubbing to clear his eyes from a vicious eye gouging that had nearly left him blind. But this had given Sinbad time to rush across to the aid of his stricken lover. He grabbed each of Lizzy?s ankles and lifted her legs right up. I had half expected to see him try to drag her off, which would in my experience have only led to his wife?s clit being ripped out. But these were experience fighters, Lizzy?s whole body shook and quivered at the impact as his hard calloused foot punted into the already weakened and abused lower gut of the over sixty battler, crushing her baby maker . She spat out Cassy?s meat at she flopped over on her back, while Sin repeated his kick time and again at the shattered stomach wall, penetrating into the vitals of the veteran female, her mouth wide open in a silent scream, she-gutted with blood splashing out her cuny

?Fucked you up real good, hag, haven?t I? You should have chosen me and not that brown buck to have children with.? Sinbad then let her legs flop back to the ground and stepped over the spread-eagled moaning octoroon to piss a green and red tinged jet into her open breathless mouth. With a nod to his women he hissed, ?Now my old lady gonna finish you proper,? before turning and hurrying back across the dirt to where Jed had recovered, and was shouting and cursing at the other bull as he pulled himself to his feet. However the pumped up Mulatto charged across at him and punted the bigger light brown bull full in his pods, and I waddled across with Yella still attached to my dick to see Sin finish off the bigger male.

Sinbad snatched hold of the bigger groaning African by his short curly grey hair and dragged the disorientated old bruiser across towards one of the corner posts. Swinging the veteran champions head back my Niger smacked his face into the beam and a fresh gout of blood sprayed across the wood. Jed?s face was now a real mess, blood seeping from his mouth and busted nose, and I could see that now with one eye swollen closed and the other a mere slit Sin had sufficiently disabled the heavy weight bull to be able now to take him apart at his leisure. After three more postings the sweating naked Tyrell Estate fighter crumpled to the dirt, however holding his head in place my vicious old pug now repeatedly smacked a knee into his head. However I had underestimated the resilience of the tough leather hided brown bull, and so had Sinbad.

A gnarled bloody knuckled fist swung up from the floor and pounded into my Niger?s already swollen pods. My veteran fighter coughed and wobbled, his eyes bulging in his battered face as the grey headed kneeling fighter again repeated the right upper cut full into his straining bulging sack. Sinbad gave out a whinny of pain and slumped against the wooden fence, as I shouted myself hoarse for him to fight back, but now Jed had found his stride. As my tough old black slumped into the corner, propped half sitting on the middle rail, old Mr Tom?s champion forced open his legs, and then keeping them open with his left hand, pounded upper cuts and right crosses into the now gory groin of my male, from his sitting position between his legs. The section of the mob that were following this part of the fight were now shouting and screaming for Jed to take his cock while my small group of followers still shouted for our man to kick his way free.

This time it was Cassy who came rushing across to save the day for my team. The plantation blacks tried to give Jed a warning but he was too far into his destruction of his old enemy to hear. However my bevy of Cherry beauties also came running round the rails screaming support for our fighter and the noise did make Jed stop and look round, and a hard bony leather and calloused foot splashed into his face sending him tumbling. I glanced across at where Lizzy lay slumped unmoving, spread-eagled on her back. I could see the grey haired old hellion was still alive as her monstrous teatless chest was still slowly rising and falling, but her full round gut was now distended and a blue black purple colour after Cassy?s and Sinbads repeated stomping. Hopefully my old Nigeress had done enough to finish her nemesis before rushing over to help her mate, or she would be in for trouble if the bigger heavier women ever got back on her feet again.

Grabbing up Jed by his already blood coated white hair Cassy crunched fists into his pulpy face until with a gurgle he flopped back unconscious. It was now Sin?s turn to go for the finisher, and he crawled across to the still form of Jed and burying his head into the brown slaves groin bit into the base of his cock. Jed sprang up screeching as the sharpened teeth of the other old dog cut into his vitals, and then to a roar from the mob and a wail from the octoroon, Sinbad, with a pray of crimson, ripped out the other old bulls cock by its root. Jed fell back whimpering and sobbing, slowly losing consciousness.

Meanwhile Cassy had returned to the ruin that once was Lizzy. The brown bitch had regained her senses but was only weakly slapping at Cassy?s hands as she took a firm hold of the salt and pepper locks of the heavy female. Cassy shouted at the locals and they ran to obey. Two of the Tyrell field hands yanked open the small gate to the enclosure and taking a firm grip on the semi comatose octoroons greying hair Cassy pulled the feebly protesting fat Nigeress across the dirt on her arse out of the fighting area. I had not noticed before that by the edge of a small stream a large hole had been dug, and without ceremony my women deposited Lizzy into the pit with a scream and a thud. Gasping and puffing after her exertions the bloody veteran cow now went back to the corral, grabbed the heavy and now comatose Jed by his ankles, and as her husband cheered, she towed him to the hole and rolled him in too.

?No, please, No,? begged Lizzy as she tried to stand in the six foot deep muddy pit. The references to shovels made earlier now came back to me, and I could only shake my head at the brutality of these fighters. While the golden brown women pleaded, the ebony vixen methodically piled dirt and sand into the hole. Covering first the unconscious form of Jed, and then slowly, oh so slowly, as she fought for every breath and inch of life, Cassy drowned and choked the life out of her mortal enemy, one shovel of mud at a time.

Bonny had joined me for the final scenes of the battle, as my blonde haired teen companion had sneaked off when Bonny and her beau had returned, but Yella had sucked me so dry I could not rise to her coaxing which made the little minx angry. Her temper did not improve later when the young buck she had spent the afternoon with came back into camp attached to the light skinned girl and spent the evening following Yella around like a stray dog. The camp had rapidly become too small for these two teen vixens to coexist in.


John

Hope you enjoyed that bit of oldie nastiness, next time I think it?s about time for a couple of young?uns to show what they are made of.

[MikeJV]

Yes, grat stuff! Am looking forward to seeing the 2 young cats go at it.... to the finish, they can't coexist peacefully anymore. *grin*

MikeJV

[cage]

Great stuff. Wonder if the land locked sailor might make his way to Cajun land, or a pirate's cove, or an New Orleans whore house where his fighters might find equally savage fighters.

[Ted Mark]

May I echo MrCage?

Have you ever heard of J.T. Edson?


He wrote of a Wild West where women fought for up to a hour bare fisted, and often to the death.

This, apparently, even up to the Police Gazette era, a feature of the Wild West, the Deep South here, and in Gin Street and Outcast London there.

[agraf74]

I was expecting the shovels to be used as weapons, instead of work tools as they were... Ugh! What a finishing touch.

I do not mean ?real finishing? touch, because there are slaves a plenty to keep on feuding, and keep their masters fighting lust alive in this already excellent series.

Mark brought Jessie's Girls knife duel to my mind, seen in the big screen in the mid Seventies. What a fight that was, manly, punches, knees, headbutts, clinches, and the loser would certainly ?get it? in the gut - if Jessie didn't ko the winner, because she didn't lose one of her girls so soon in the menhunt they were engaged it.

Excellent photo of ?www? a symbol that would be best used as wild west women. Will Mr Cage or any of you gentlemen, good writers all, take up the pen that dropped off the hands of an old, tired writer (my respects go to JT Edson, dead or alive) and finish what he started? In some war settings, when his girl spies took up guns or sabres, usually he ?killed? one woman in combat. Most often, he followed the standard accepted for general release novels, the fight being interrupted before hands, or knives, would do terminal damage.

Here is a place for the girls to settle their differences through - to the ?finishing touch?. If it comes via a short blade like the one in the photo provided in this post, that's for the better; more stabbings will be needed to get to the end, and the longer the fighting - the better.