The Juneteenth Plantation [Nnaasttey& Naia]

[nnaasttey]

It was officially the start of summer for one Anthony Greensfarm; a mid-fourties, early retiree, with a lot of time, property, and money on his hands. Anthony had spent the prior stages of his life, working hard in school, excelling at entrepreneurial endeavors, and building a small empire for himself. All of this was by the age of 25. By then, he had started a tech company, sold it, invested in property acquisition and management, and then sold that company at 28, to retire by 30. And every year since, on Juneteenth, a celebration for most black people of the first slaves to have been free from slavery, Anthony Greensfarm opens his gates to a select 50 guests, and throws the biggest, pro-abolishment, anti-white party Mississippi has ever seen. All of the attendant are wealthy blacks, with a particular bad taste in their mouth for whites, and an hankering for what some might call street justice. Fortunately for Anthony and his cohorts, this party last all Summer long, thus it is the official summer kick-off party, according to his calendar, and the festivities to stop until he has reached his quota, usually sometime around September.

"There are some real fucked up in-the-head people in the world man...Myself included..." Anthony grinned at the computer screen. His bedroom dark, and dimly lit only be the luminous glare from his laptop display. Really though, sometimes when he was feeling more human that fiendish sex-demon, Anthony would ponder; how else would you explain such a strange phenomena.

"And for that matter...every paying customer at the Juneteenth Plantation and Resort..." He couldn't help but shake his head; partially in disbelief, but mostly out of sheer astonishment. Anthony was what some consider a radical, terrorist, and a monster; others might deem him a champion for the black people, and a true Black Nationalist. However, regardless of the light you choose to see him in, the ultimate fact remains, more than any of that Anthony is a Sadist, and a proud one at that. With the help of such social media platforms like Tumblr, Anthony has managed to find himself a nice niche community of both black and white people who support his cause, and he uses the platform as a means to galvanize each and every supporter allied to Anthony's agenda. To promote the belief and institution of black supremacy, and dominance. That's where little Brooke Middlefeld comes into play. A teenage, privileged, white male, living a comfortable, carefree existence as America's upper-class citizen; all thanks to his parents of course. The same parents for whatever reason young Brooke hates, with every fiber in his being; you typical teen angst, but just amplified to a thousand.

It had been only 2 weeks since Anthony had recruited Brooke to be one of his newest cyber-sissy-slaves. Anthony had brought Brooke along more quickly than any other slave before him; mostly due to Brooke's dedication, submissive attitude, and a real love and desire to be used as a hapless, worthless, fucktoy of a boy, until enough black cocks had entered every orifice in his body, essentially in his mind, making him a real girl! It started out with small task, like send me pictures, or do this humiliating thing, but soon graduated to Brooke whoring himself out to strange men he'd never met but were friends of Anthony, or committing public act of shame and degradation like wearing a diaper to school, shitting and pissing in it, and not changing until he got home; to the ultimate task. Anthony had convinced Brooke to travel with his sister from their home state, to Mississippi so that the two could participate in all the festivities! The plan was in motion, on June 18th, the night before the big opening day, Brooke would wake up in the middle of the night, undo the alarm, and leave the door unlocked....

 

[Naia]

Hailey Middlefeld had it all: money, clothes, jewelry, and of course money. The money was the most important part, she thought, because without it she'd have nothing else. She thoroughly enjoyed her lavish lifestyle, with maids that did everything for her. Even though her parents were barely around, she had the good life. The spoiled girl couldn't buy everything she wanted, though, because she was on an allowance. Even so, that allowance was more money than her poor little maids would see at one place in their lifetime. She always smirked at the thought, enjoying her fortune so much that it brought her pleasure to wave it in other people's faces. That was what the good life was.

She lived in the great big city of Atlanta, Georgia, in a nice home that most people would be jealous of. It wasn't as big as a mansion, which she often brought up as a complaint, but it was expensive. Hailey at least enjoyed that part. Since her parents were away most days, vacationing in one state or on another continent altogether, she was stuck in the house with her little brother. A college dropout, she wasn't really one for work nor anything else. She spent her time simply living it up, mostly with parties and hot older men. At least her brother, a mere highschooler, was out of the house most of the time. The older girl didn't really give a damn what he was doing, so she never asked and he never told.

So when one day Brooke actually talked to her, she wasn't listening. She didn't really like her brother. He acted like such a girl, something that she turned her nose up to. Hailey finally listened when he kept pestering, not before giving him a glare. He sounded so excited as he talked about a huge party over in Mississippi. It reminded her of how her own parents boasted about all their vacations. He claimed to have already found a place to stay and invited her along. She narrowed her eyes at that, wondering what he meant by it. She did love parties, though, so she actually told him that she would give it some thought. And she did, pondering over the idea. Hailey was a beautiful girl, though she didn't like to admit that it was expensive makeup that made her that way. Her soul was ugly, her actual appearance plain, but the guys still chased her. Money really was the secret to everything. She had died her hair platinum blonde to replace her plain brown hair. She spent hours on it every day, making sure it was perfectly curled. It used to be so dry but she took care of it, self-conscious of her appearance. Her brown eyes were a striking but good contrast against the hair, with a lot of mascara, eye shadow and whatever else she needed. She had received plastic surgery on her nose, thinking of it as too ugly, though that was all for surgeries. Her breasts had at least come in at full C's which she was proud of.

She ended up going, not having anything else to do in the first place. Being a dropout could be boring at times, but actually doing the work would be worse. That's what she had decided. She was 20 years old, her parents looking down at her for it. All they had really done was establish the allowance, though, which she wasn't suffocating under just yet. Plus it helped to have memorized Daddy's credit card numbers. The two ended up spending some time together, which wasn't terribly bad. He was actually tolerable, not that she had ever known that before. Brooke was quite excited for the party that night, so Hailey just rolled over and tried to sleep. She didn't want to have some sort of weird heart-to-heart this late at night. When she finally got to sleep, unbeknownst to her, Brooke got up and unlocked the door to let the plan get started. She was wearing a simple nightgown to bed with no bra and a pair of panties, her face peaceful as she slept. Her hair had been braided nicely by Brooke before bed.