Susan slowly opened her eyes as someone tapped her shoulder. She didn't realize that she had been asleep for the majority of the trip. Samson snapped his fingers in front of her face, trying to help her wake up.

"Ugh... are we there?" Susan asked.

"Yes we are!" Anne shouted as she hopped out of her carriage.

Susan noticed Anne briefly wipe her lips as she walked over. Susan's eyes narrowed as she looked at Anne suspiciously.

"Did you have a bit of an appetizer?" Susan asked.

"Mmmmmaybe... You were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you," Anne giggled.

"Oh, is that right? And here I thought you and I were not going to be competitive," Susan said.

"Competitive? I'm not being competitive, just getting a little bit of service like you did," Anne replied, smiling.

Susan shook her head and laughed. Samson placed his arms under her legs and back, then hoisted her up, helping her off of the carriage. The other slaves that she had brought were already out, wandering around like lost animals.

A decently sized home was standing before her. Unlike her plantation, there was no large cotton field. It was just surrounded by rolling plains of green grass.

"Wow..." Susan whispered.

"Impressive right? It was handed down to us from Bill's uncle a while back. I never saw the point in it... until now," Anne informed.

"Yeah, impressed is one way of putting it," Susan replied.

"Well then, shall I introduce my niggers first or would you like to first?" Anne asked.

Susan smirked as Samson gently placed her on the ground.

"Well, this beast that carried me here is Samson. This here is Henry, and that darker one is Toby. That lighter one is new, he wasn't with me on the first night, he's been around a bit longer though, he's Marcus," Susan introduced.

"Ooooohh... nice, I really like that darker one. What'd you say his name was again?" Anne asked as she pointed at the darker slave.

"That's Toby."

"Well, here are my little treats, this nigger here is Jerome, this is Nat, there's Frederick and this big hunk here," Anne said as she wrapped her arms around the large black brute, "is Kunta."

Susan's eyes widened as she recognized the large black beast of a man. He was the one that was being sold at the auction that both she and Anne had gone to. Her mouth salivated as an image of his humongous member flashed before her eyes.

"The one from the auction," she whispered.

"That's right! I thought you'd get a kick out of him. I remember the way you eyed him. You and this nigger are basically the reason why I tried it," Anne said as she rubbed the muscular arm of the huge brute.

Susan's crotch grew incredibly hot and wet, soaking her little cotton panties. She desperately wanted to try the big black hunk that Anne was feeling up and down.

"Well, are you ready?" Anne asked nervously.

"I don't think there's any way that I can't be," Susan responded.

"Okay. Come on niggers, we're going inside there," Anne said as she pointed at the house.

Susan's four slaves looked over at Anne's four slaves and nodded, showing as much respect as they could. It was an odd situation they were in, but they could figure out what was happening now. They all walked into the house, the floorboards creaking as they made their way to the large family room.

"Oh wow, this place is huge," Susan said as she walked into the immense, open family room.

There was a large table in the center with four wooden seats. A small three seat sofa was to the side. As Susan spun around admiring the place, the slaves began taking off their clothes in excitement.

Susan stared at them, her mouth wide open in anticipation as each dropped their pants to the ground. Anne was equally silent, her eyes focused on the slaves.

"Oh... yes..." Anne whimpered as she saw the first big black member slip out.

"Are we really doing this... together?" Susan asked, her words barely managing to get out.

"Absolutely," Anne replied.

Susan's knees weakened as she saw the large black slave, Kunta, reveal his incredible member. She had loathed her husband ever since he didn't buy him at the auction. And now, here he was, ready for her to use, or better put, ready to use her.

Both Anne and Susan licked their lips in anticipation. Susan began undressing, pulling her dress off of herself as fast as she could. Anne joined in, nearly ripped her clothes off herself.

"Wait, wait, I think we should take turns with Kunta," Anne said.

"Take turns? How about whoever gets to him first?" Susan replied as she jumped out of her underwear.

"I thought this wasn't a competition," Anne replied as she saw Susan run to Kunta.

Susan didn't even spare the time to answer as she immediately got on her knees and spit on Kunta's enormous member. She rubbed his shaft, stroking it life as the other slaves surrounded her.

Anne squeezed between the black men and kneeled down next to Susan.