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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden
Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden (1904), PDF p. 72
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blooded negro, with a magnificent torso. Calling
him up to her, she gave him a glance so fiery that
the poor fellow was ravished. She slyly exposed
her bonny Black Bess, and the mans nervous cane
raised its beautiful head. She shrieked for help,
crying that she was being raped by a slave. The
overseer, who had assisted often enough at a simi-
lar pastime, raised his stick, and struck the offend-
ing pike-staff a severe blow, causing it to droop.
The laughing girl continued her blandishments un-
til the offence was repeated, and the punishment.
Nearer
and
nearer
she
wove
her
delicious
dances ; again and again the cruel cane fell upon
the Jack-in-the-Box of the now screaming slave :
she came closer yet : with her fairy tongue she tit-
illated the sensitive pudding, and sure as it ever
rose, the overseer knocked it down with a sharp
blow. This will teach you to cast your eyes upon
your mistress, you dog ! She raved at him, and
pressed her hot and amorous beauty-spot against
the bruised belly-ruffian. At last not even all her
art could raise the drooping head : it was practi-
cally mashed into a pulp ; her dainty mouth ap-
proached its bleeding tip, and with infinite lust she
began to chew and swallow the entire intercrural
pudding of the yelling black. She finished her meal
by a savage bite at his hairy hangers, which she
gulped down with every appearance of intense
pleasure. Not content yet with the spectacle of an-
guish she had made, she then ordered his but-
tocks to be pierced with meat hooks, and pulled
apart : this being done, she drove a wedge into his
arsehole until the pelvis was completely broken.
With a laugh of Hell, she wrote out his manumis-
sion, and gave it to him.
Her own passions were by this time at fever
height. Nothing but a mule would do her, at the
very least. Luckily, there was a stallion in the
yard, and this beast was brought and put into po-
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