Thread: The Juneteenth Plantation [Nnaasttey& Naia]

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....