Plantation Slave
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John Childs remembered the first time he met Mr. Harken. It was early spring in 1819, and he was working as a hand for the Overseer. John thought nothing of him and paid him little attention. To John he was just another hired hand. Although he was a white hired hand, he was still treated as such. John did not know of the harsh discipline he enjoyed when Mr. Franks left. When Mr. Franks was moved to the cotton plantation, Mr. Harken took over as Overseer.
John was now riding in the back of a carriage with his father, and Mr. Harken. The Glenwood Plantation was not doing so well the last three seasons, and was ready to sell some property. John was now eighteen, and his father wanted him to participate in the family's business. The ride lasted almost two hours. He had to listen to Mr. Harken's accounts of Cherokee attacks and how slaves should be treated. John tried his best to ignore him as he seemed to be one of those whom found fault in everything.
When the carriage finally stopped, Colby opened the door muttering about how the place looked like it was ran by a bunch of wild animals. John knew his father listened to Colby, as they grew up together. Colby was the best slave his father owned. No one really questioned how John's father treated him as a friend rather than a common slave. Colby also never made mistakes and would make sure the other slaves were in line. Although Colby never whipped anyone, his word was just as powerful as the Overseer's lash. No one dared question his loyalties, as his position often irritated Mr. Harken to no end.
The owners of the plantation greeted all of them accept Colby who stayed with the carriage. John walked with his father around the grounds and remarked how the plantation had fallen into disrepair. The big house needed a coat of paint, and the boards of the front porch were all loose. John walked towards the fields, as his father spoke with the owner on the dilapidated porch.
The easy stroll through the spring crops was nice. He noticed how the cotton fields seemed to be neglected as well. There were some slaves milling about, but no real work was being done that day. When he came to a clearing he saw a lone female slave. She was walking through a small field of wild flowers. Every few steps she would bend over to collect some. She walked towards John holding a mixed assortment of colored wildflowers. She looked to be about his age, and did not have the clothes of the field slaves. She was a petite girl, just barely clearing five feet. She must not have been a field hand, her face and hands showed no signs of it, John noticed.
When she was only a few paces off from John he could make out the sadness in her features. She was quite attractive, and the smell of the flowers she held only added to her allure. John thought she had a beauty about herself even though she walked as if she was dead to the world. Her face looked too young to be so doleful. She did manage to lift her head when she walked by him. With a slight nod upwards, she cracked the smallest of smiles before her gloomy look returned.
John finished his stroll, but could think of nothing other than the bright smile she showed him. When he got back to the big house he saw his father and Mr. Harken inspecting a group of slaves. They were all lined up as they were being poked and prodded. His father and Mr. Harken went down the line of slaves and called out prices. John knew this was his father's offer to buy them. None of the offers were of market price either. John figured his father was going to fleece the owner and probably resell the slaves he did not need. John wanted to laugh as the offers came in and were accepted by the owner.
John walked over and whispered to his father. "There was another one in the fields that looked good too. She may be a good for the house."
John then heard his father mention to the owner about the slave he saw so depressed in the field. The owner surprised John refusing his father's offer. His father was a successful planter for a reason. He knew how to handle situations, and make the best deals possible. He was a shrew negotiator and had proven it to John on many occasions, and today was one of them. John's father then offered to buy nothing and wait for the bank to hold the auction, saying that the auction prices would be much cheaper. The owner relented and nodded his head, agreeing to the low price.
John, Mr. Harken, and his father left the plantation with more slaves then they had anticipated on buying. Colby was left to bring the slaves back with the spare horse. Colby was often allowed to roam freely within the county as everyone seemed to know his freedoms. He was now in charge of the new slaves and making sure they got back to the plantation.
Mr. Harken was now the coach driver. John's father was grinning at the new stock of slaves he just got at a steal of a price. His father then told John how the other planters would not buy from him due to rumors about small pox outbreak at his plantation. His father seemed to be explaining more of the plantation's expenses as if he would someday be in charge. John simply sat back and let his father go on about what he planned to do with the new slaves, he was just happy he did not have to hear the hideous stories of Mr. Harken.
The next day John awoke to the sound of the plantation slaves gathering to see Colby ride back with the dozen new slaves. John got dressed and went to watch as Mr. Harken and Colby assigned jobs and living quarters. Then he spotted her, the girl he saw in the fields. She still had a somber look about her. She wordlessly followed Colby as he showed her the cabin she was now going to live in.
John was happy that she was given the cabins of the craftsmen and house slaves. The other slaves were taken to the field slave cabins further away from the main house. Since it was just her, she did not have to share the cabin with anyone. John had no idea when she would be sharing the cabin or if she would ever share it. He knew his father was strict about slaves moving cabins or sleeping in a place they should not.
The moment she went into her new cabin, John wanted so badly to introduce himself. Her morose disposition bothered him more than he cared to allow. To him it was a shame for such a pretty girl to be so sad. It may be the idea of a new place and the unknown had stolen her smile. John had made up his mind, he would introduce himself. Before he could talk to her, he was called off to meet his tutor.
John resented the fact his father insisted on him still having tutors come to the plantation just for him. John wanted to attend college, but his father still wanted him around the plantation. The only reason he could figure was that his father would be without any family around. His mother refused to live on the plantation until the end of the harvest season. He always laughed at her inability to handle the heat and humidity. John often tried to stay later on in the season, well after both of his parents went to the summer home.
The day seemed to drag on. Before John knew it the sun had set, and he had yet to meet the new slave. He was disappointed; he did not even know her name. When John finished his chores he was finally able to get away and walk down to the slave cabins. Holding nothing but a lantern, he made his way to the row of cabins. They were close to the house, and kept in very good condition. Although the slaves were not allowed to roam the plantation at a certain time, some were allowed if their jobs permitted. Colby often roamed around to make sure there was no issues. Slaves would rather speak with him compared to Mr. Harken.
As her cabin came into view he spotted Mr. Harken heading there as well. John's heart dropped. He could make out Harken's sinister grin in the dim glow of his lantern. John knew exactly what he was going there for. He quickened his pace to get there just before him.
When John reached her rough cut wooden door he made his inquiry to Mr. Harken. "Did not expect to see you out around here at such an hour."
Spitting out something before thinking. "Just checking up on the new niggers. Does your Pa know you're out here?"
"About the same as he knows you're out here." John shot back with a strong tone. He never spoke to Mr. Harken like that before. He just knew that Mr. Harken was going to do something wrong to the new slave.
John turned his head, ending the conversation before Mr. Harken could respond, and opened the door to the cabin. As John walked in he saw the new slave standing there at the doorway as if she knew he was going to come inside. As he stepped in to close the door, she walked to the small bed in the corner and sat down. The look on her face was that of fear, panic, and solemn resignation.
John turned his attention away from her to peer out of the small window. He smiled to himself, his little ruse worked, and Mr. Harken retreated back to his own place. When the dim light of the overseer faded in the distance he knew that he'd won a small victory.
John turned around when he heard a quiet soft voice speak. "You gonna have me?"
John didn't like the fear in her eyes as she regarded him, "I am only here so he doesn't touch you." He said to ease her fears.
"I just be figuring you get here before he did, or you be taking turns wit me."
"Nobody is going to be taking turns with you. I came here to make sure of that."
"So you going to sells me then for someone else?" She said on a sigh.
John walked over to her with his hands out in a calming gesture. "My father is not going to sell you, and Mr. Harken is not going to have you."
She stood quickly as something akin to fear flashed over her face. "You be the Massa's son. I dids not know. I thought you just be nother overseer. I saw the way you looked at me and wanted me with the others. Just thinking you wanted me as yours."
John smiled back as he knew he was caught. He was staring at her yesterday quite obviously. "My name is John Childs." He said holding out his hand, "I am sorry I stared at you like that. I was just wondering why you looked so sad."
She looked down at his hand, wary of the formal gesture. She looked up to him and placed her small hand in his, "Mr. Laurens called me Jasmine," she said, "my Pa named me Michael cause he wanted a boy. Be changing it to Michaela when I be born. Massa did not likes that so he called me Jasmine after the flowers in the fields."
John pulled the chair from the only table in the room to sit down in front of her. "I can call you Michaela if you like?"
Jasmine laughed as she sat across from him on the bed. "Be bit lates for that seeing how everyone knows me as Jasmine. No matters, Mr. Laurens not be thinking he gives me a white girl name. Guess I gots one over on him."
John smiled at Jasmine as her body seemed to relax from talking. "Can I ask why you were so sad?"
Jasmine eyes glassed over as she opened up. "Pa got solds when Mr. Laurens got the bank notice. He gots rid of all the old field hands. Be wishin I knew wheres he went."
John got up and sat next to her, putting his arm around her for comfort. "I will ask Colby if he can find out where he was sold to. He knows all the plantations in the county. I bet he can find your Pa."
Jasmine looked up as she smiled briefly. "You would be doing that for me?"
John got up to leave. As he left he told her. "I will first thing tomorrow." John stood to leave, "Just don't tell anyone about it. Don't even bring it up to Colby. If he found out it is for you, he will think you will get ideas about running."
Jasmine nodded her head in agreement. John and Jasmine exchanged smiles as he stepped out of the cabin. John quietly walked back to the house trying not to wake his father or any of the other slaves. When he reached his room he stared out the window for a time to see if he could watch over her cabin. Although he could not see anything the idea of protecting her made him feel at peace.
John woke up to the sounds of a working plantation. Although sleeping in was frowned upon, John found that he could get away with it from time to time. He was happy that his father was busy enough not to realize and that most of the house slaves gave him no notice.
The first thing John did was spring up to the window and peer out to Jasmine's cabin. He told himself it was to check if it was disturbed but he'd hoped to get a glimpse of her. When he saw her with a wash basin cleaning clothes he took a sigh of comfort knowing she did not run. Mr. Harken was not around either, so he took this as a good sign, and got his day underway.
When John got downstairs he was told that his father, and Colby had left to go to the Market place with a few of the new slaves. His father was dropping them off at the auction to be sold this week. The thought of Mr. Harken left alone with Jasmine... (left him uneasy). He had a suspicion that Harken wanted to bed her, and will inevitably try to again.
With the light work load given John, he was able to stroll about the plantation with very little to do. Most of the skilled slaves did not need direct supervision. It would not be uncommon to see them walking about tending their own garden, or relaxing on a hot day. The overseer was normally watching over the field slaves and the main work of the plantation. John suspected he must have been out in the fields when he had not seen him around.
John said hello to those he passed including Jasmine, he did not want to arouse any talk by only greeting her. Although he did nothing special, Jasmine grinned with the relief that he was close to her. John felt a twinge of guilt. He was the reason she was here, living with the fear of Harken at every turn. He must cheer her up. John immediately knew how.
There was a patch of wildflowers not too far off that John knew of. He raced there as quickly as possible yet slow enough to not arouse anyone's curiosity. He quickly picked the best ones he could find in the shortest time, stashing them in his shirt as he walked back to the main house with a mind to find a vase. When they were in the vase, he left them in his room before heading back out to the fields. John knew that he still had to do some work before his tutor arrived.
Once John finished his studies and met with his returning father, supper was ready. The evening was spent listening to how his father made money off of the new purchases. John heard how the slaves he sold could have been used, but the ready cash would be needed for other endeavors. He really did want to be interested but his thoughts lay with Jasmine.
John waited till his father was in the study reading before sneaking out the back door. Old Millie was there to close the door for him. It was as if she knew what he was up to. John always had a good relationship with her. He trusted Old Millie and knew she'd lie for him if necessary. When she saw the vase full of flowers in his hand her eyes lit up with a knowing look. Did she believe he was going to bed some girl?
He gave her a quick explanation before making an even quicker exit. "It's not what you think. Just to make someone feel better is all."
Old Millie smiled as John left the house. "Just don't be lettin' ya Pa finds out. Lord, heaven knows what will happen."
John chuckled to himself even as she said it. He knew she knew more gossip than anyone on the plantation and yet she never told a soul her secrets. John was quick about his pace and made his way to Jasmine's cabin faster than the night before. As he got closer he could see her waiting by the window with none else inside. John visibly sighed with relief.
Jasmine quickly opened the door to let John in. Once inside he gently moved her aside to place his unlit lantern at the doorstep. If Mr. Harken did come by, he would know who was inside. He closed the door and smiled at Jasmine. He wondered how she'd accept her gift. Would she smile? Her full brown lips would pull back in a smile and the gleam in her eye would light up her small heart shaped face. Jasmine looked at him as if waiting for him to speak. He then realized he was staring again. He quickly pulled out from his coat and presented her a glass vase filled with an assortment of flowers from the field.
"I thought you might like these, and maybe help cheer you up." John said, as he cautiously waited for her reaction.
Jasmine's smile was brighter than he'd hoped, lighting the drab room with joy. "Thanks too much Mr. John. Theys beautiful." John returned her smile, as his heart felt at peace.
"Don't know hows I can thank ya," Jasmine began then her smile began to fade, " 'less you gots a way in mind."
"No, no, I just came by to make sure he was not here," John rushed to explain, hating to see her gloom return, "and to make you feel a tad bit better about yourself."
Jasmine's smile returned, softer somehow, and more sincere. John gaze lingered longer than he intended, so he simply nodded and turned toward the door.
"I reckon he won't be round tonight nows you here. You gonna stay a spell?" Jasmine said her back turned as she placed the vase of flowers on the beat up old table, pausing to smell the sweetness of the flowers.
John wondered why she would ask knowing he was just about to leave and she was unhurt by anyone. "Mr. Harken won't bother you tonight, I am pretty sure he saw the lantern outside the door." He said reassuring her.
"When you leaves, reckon he be thinking it's his turn." She said before lifting her fearful gaze to his, "Also thinkin he not hears us, and might be wondering if we really doing it."
John did not want to believe she was right, but knew it might be true. John again for the second night tried to ease her fears. "I will leave my lantern out front as a warning. Just take it in and hide it in the morning."
Jasmine gave a look as if her life was hanging in the balance. Without saying a word she nodded her head to John agreeing to the plan. John sneaked out into the dead of night and back to the main house. His last worry now was the night and finding his way without any source of light.
At the main house John found the side door left open for him. The only one who would do that was Old Millie. John knew he would have to thank her in the morning. John crept to his room making as little noise as possible. He finally took a deep breath when he closed his door behind him happy he had gotten away with something. John's heart was racing so much he could barely sleep, thinking about trying not to think about Jasmine.
The next day John made a point to see Old Millie before leaving the house. When he saw her she smiled and walked away as the sound of a ringing bell called her. Before she left she only winked and nudged John toward the side door. John took her nudge as a sign of something to do, and he went outside.
Outside, John saw Mr. Harken standing near the smokehouse. He had his eyes trained on Jasmine as she was bent over a washboard scrubbing clothes. Her covered hair was hanging out on the sides, and the top of her chest was exposed as she scrubbed fast on the washboard. John found himself watching as well. Jasmine's breasts swayed each time her body and arms moved on the washboard, her skin covered dampened by the water.
Suddenly Mr. Harken moved, making his way towards Jasmine. Some of the slaves stopped what they were doing and watched as Harken crossed towards her. They all knew that Mr. Harken had set his sights on her and could only imagine what was going to happen. John acted quickly, walking to Jasmine and making it there before Harken by a good five steps.
Once John was in front of her she looked up at him then Mr. Harken. John announced loud enough for Harken and the slaves that were watching to hear. "Need you in the main house to help out there. Kitchen staff is shorthanded. I want you working with Millie from now on."
Jasmine nodded pushing to her feet. Her heart was beating erratically as Mr. Harken came near. She kept her eyes down on her work. She hadn't even seen John appear but was filled with relief and admittedly joy when she heard his voice. She visibly relaxed when her back was turned toward Harken. She wanted to smile but wouldn't dare. She kept her head down and followed John.
Mr. Harken scowled as if his prize was somehow taken from him. John ignored him as if he had no idea of his true intentions towards Jasmine. Walking her to the main house kitchen, she gripped his hand when they were far enough away. She knew what would have happened if John hadn't shown up. Jasmine said nothing during the quick walk yet she never let go of his hand and smiled when they'd reached the door.
Old Millie opened the door and looked about before acknowledging John and Jasmine. "Best comes in now girl, folks be staring and talking."
John reluctantly left Jasmine with Old Millie. He never asked if Old Millie needed the help or not. John knew she would never turn down help or good company. John smiled to himself because he knew that Mr. Harken had no real power over her either. The only person Old Millie reported to was his mother, and she was not on the plantation. Even his father stayed away from her when his wife was not on the plantation.
John went about his daily routine without so much as a nod from Mr. Harken. John knew that he would try to get his revenge tonight. John would be ready. He had his route already planned out by the time the sun had set. To John's surprise, Jasmine opened the door as soon as he was close. When the door shut, she looked like the cat who'd gotten the cream.
Jasmine threw her arms around him as soon as he was in the warm confines of her cabin. She took John by surprise yet he instinctively accepted her affection, holding her in his arms. The knowledge of what could have happened, what John had saved her from, hung between them as she held him closer. John never expected her embrace would be so passionate, but when her large brown eyes looked into his he was glad for it. He leaned in to tell her something but it was immediately forgotten as John gave into his emotions. He kissed her lips ever so softly. Jasmine relaxed into his arms from the kiss and pulled him closer. As she felt the heat of his nearness her body began to tingle.
John realized he'd gotten carried away and quickly pulled away. "I must apologize. Don't know what came over me."
Jasmine instantly missed the embrace of her savior. It was her first kiss and it still tingled on her lips. "Sorry, sah. I shouldna hugged ya likes that."
John saw the disappointment in her eyes, and wondered if she really meant it. "If I let you hug me like that, would you want that."
Jasmine looked up at him confused. Suddenly, a small smile broke across her face, "Would you be kissing me like thats again if I dids?" she said in a jestful tone.
"Would you be wanting me to?" John answered with a smile of his own.
Jasmine stepped forward until she was inches away and his breath fanned her cheek. Wordlessly, she ran her hands up his chest, past his broad shoulders and around his neck, pressing her body against him. Her gaze never left his, as if daring him. John wrapped his arms around the small of her waist, pressing her full breasts against him. He gripped her tightly, lifting her up until she had no other option than to wrap her legs around him. John then kissed her as if she was the only person he ever wanted to kiss. Jasmine sighed into their kiss as his tongue explored her mouth.
Jasmine returned John's affections with her tongue. Her thighs gripped tighter as her body coiled around his. John felt her ebony body so close as he kissed her that his own body responded, his heart beating faster, and blood flowing quickly to his groin. The moment his manhood got hard, there was no hiding it as it was firmly pressed between them.
He pulled away from the kiss embarrassed. "So sorry ... I did not intend to."
Jasmine gazed at him with pure emotion. "You cans if you wants to."
John wondered what she meant. Was she saying that she wanted to have sex, or that he could have sex with her because she was his slave. "I would not want you to think..."
Jasmine cut him off by kissing him quickly. "I wants you to," she said softly, "and I knows you wants it too." She said the last looking down between them before smiling playfully.
John moved over to the bed setting Jasmine down. She set her feet on the floor as she laid back making room for him on the small cot. Jasmine lifted her dress past dark thighs stopping at their apex. She looked up at him, an expectant smile on her face. He realized he had been drinking in the sight of her bare flesh.
John leaned in and kissed her as he positioned himself between her dark legs. He cupped her face as his lips and tongue met hers. Jasmine's small hands roamed his body, stopping to undo his pants, pushing them down past his hips, and freeing his now throbbing member. Excitement rushed through them both as the need to be much closer overwhelmed them.
Jasmine's body writhed beneath him, as his hand slid up her body cupping her breast through her dress. She sighed as her hardened nipples pressed into his palm. John moved his body so that his erect manhood could find its home inside her willing love hole. As he slid it across her sex Jasmine shuddered at the sweet friction. John dipped it down so it sat at her entrance. Just as his swollen head pushed into her she gasped in pain, stiffening beneath him, if only for a second.
"Sorry, its be my first time and all." She said softly.
John realized that he was going to be her first, he knew he was no better off than she was.
"I can stop if you want?" He said already pulling away.
Jasmine smiled before kissing him again, wrapping her arms around his waist. She nodded for him to continue when their kiss was broken. He could feel her brace for the pain.
John pushed into her tightness, breaking her virginal wall with his white rod. She was a woman now, she smiled as she knew she gave it to the right man. He was kind, compassionate, brave and clever but more importantly, he made her feel like a person and not property. She would have no other for her first. John smiled back as he withdrew and slowly pushed in to the hilt. He paused there as she adjusted to being filled with his erection. It was such a foreign feeling, painful and yet it felt good to be filled with his hot, hard heat.
When Jasmine nodded her acceptance, he continued with slow and steady thrusts into her ebony love canal. Each time he pushed in, John could see the emotions of both pleasure and pain on her face. John continued to kiss her, he wanted her to know his intentions were to make sure she felt as good as she made him feel.
Jasmine couldn't tell where she ended and he began. She couldn't tell the pleasure from the pain. She was now moaning as her body accepted John's shafting, stretching her core. Her sex was now wet as she moaned in ecstasy. Although, pain was still present in her face, she clutched at him, her knees drawing up past his hips sending his cock deeper into her tight opening. Her passionate mewling never stopped in between John's passionate kisses and pounding erection. With each moan John thrusted harder, but not enough to cause her more pain. His body was going faster as he felt the peak of his ecstasy near.
John had no idea of how much time had passed, seconds or hours, but he knew that he could not last too much longer. Still continuing to thrust inside her now very slick dark entrance, he felt his own end close. Not knowing what to do, he never stopped until the end was a mere push away. John came thrusting deeply into her womb.
The moment John's seed filled Jasmine's body she threw her head back moaning at the new sensation. "Oh lord thats feels hot insides of me."
John moaned when Jasmine's kiss met his lips as he continued to thrust his steady stream inside her. Suddenly Jasmine spread legs wrapped around him, holding him tight.
"John," she moaned loudly as she came for the first time.
She didn't know what he'd done to her, but it was the best thing she had ever felt. Her whole body spasmed with ecstasy. John continued his pleasure, shooting all of his white sperm deep inside of Jasmine's willing cervix, as it gripped him in turn. As John was about pull out thinking he was finished, she held him tight, her legs wrapping around him as he felt her sex grip his erection.
"Keeps it in me. It be feeling good," she said on a breathy sigh, as tendrils of pleasure thrummed through her body.
John leaned in again to hold her face and kiss her dark full lips. Her lips were so soft as he could feel her female muscles grip him over and over. Still erect, he left himself inside of her as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Enjoying that beautiful moment, John never let his lips depart from her mouth as his manhood finally slipped out from her tight love hole.
The sound of footsteps broke through the night, interrupting their bliss. Jasmine was the first to react, pushing him away before telling him, "You gots ta leave, get dressed and go!"
John got dressed as he watched Jasmine jump up to the window to spy on who was outside, "You be in real trouble if Mista Harken catch you. Don't wants ya to be getting in troubles for me." Before he could say anything or kiss her goodbye, she shoved him out the door.
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Thank you and enjoy...I am thinking about writing more. Johncrinshaw1 October 19, 1861 Wilmington, North Carolina Planter James Hopkins Plantation Defiantly, she looks directly at me as if gauging my level of charge. Without even a sound she abruptly steps on the wagon rung and climbs in the seat next to Ed. Her posture straight and proud, as if mocking her newly acquired position of purchased property. My property, and I am damned if this will be allowed. Staring with her eyes facing...
Chapter 15 - The OutsideThe dream was always the same. Only the faces changed.Shanika stood on the block at the Plantation Club auction. Her hands clasped behind her head, her legs spread. She could feel the heat of the sun on her naked black body. She could feel the weight of the manacles and chains that bound her. Displaying herself for the pleasure of the bidders whose white faces she could barely make out before her. They were all bidding for the chance to own her body.She'd see different...
Shanika at the Plantation Club by NealChapter 1 - The InterviewShanika was puzzled as she got off the bus. She knew that her interview at the Plantation Club wouldn't actually be on the premises, but she wasn't expecting it to take place in a second floor office over a row of shops in a suburban commercial district. She also felt out of place here, only a few miles from the city where she lived, she saw no black faces other than her own.She was self conscious as she scanned the addresses,...
We brought some lunch back in by the fireplace and ate with me sitting on the floor and Judy sitting on my lap. Of course we were both still naked. I was coming to find - and I think Judy was also - that spending the weekend naked was great. Neither of us had ever spent a long time at a stretch in the nude, but now we hadn't worn anything since Friday afternoon - almost three full days so far. We no longer thought it odd to head to the kitchen to get food or downstairs to the playroom or...
08 January, 1687 Morning After Rauf Denkton had been introduced to John Archdale and he had turned over such papers as was instructed for him to deliver, Archdale shook his hand with gratitude and told him, "I have long yearned for a full train of evidence against Seth Sothel such as this. This evidence being full and particular against him, he and the others will, with out doubt, be found to be guilty." Then he smiled before continuing, "The papers you brought transferring ownership of...
Before leading her off the boat, Howard fastened her hands behind her back with some type of handcuffs. Brianna didn’t know why. She wouldn’t try to escape. There was no where that she could go. Then he attached a leash to her collar and led her off the ship drawing several lewd comments from the men complimenting her Master on his property. It was the kind of humiliation that she was starting to get used to. Off the ship, her Master led her to an open wagon that was loaded with the Master’s...
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ My name is Toby and I grew up on a large cotton plantation in the south of Alabama in the 1840's. We owned over 100 nigger slaves. They were all given American names after Father bought them. More than three quarters of them were bucks. In our family there was my father (we always called him Father), my mother and my sister, Beth who was almost two years older than me, and...
Introduction: Before you decide if you want to read this story I want to tell you that it is degrading to blacks and women and the N word and other terms that few use now are used often, as it would have been at the time this story happened. It is just fiction and intended to be fun and interesting porn. If you will be upset by what you will read in it, please do not read it. Before you decide if you want to read this story I want to tell you that it is degrading to blacks and women and the N...
Susan was woken early by all the commotion ? well, it was early for her although most of her slaves had already been toiling for at least four hours in the boiling hot Caribbean sun. She ambled over to the balcony to see if she could find out what was going on; unlike most of the plantations on the island, the land close to the house had been turned over to crop growing rather than ornamental gardens which was the custom. As far as Susan was concerned, it was pointless having plants and flowers...
Jessica was at a difficult age, a child with the blossoming body of a woman, a blue eyed pale skinned, blonde haired goddess/ child part latino part caucasian, she lived with her mother on the Carlos Menendez Plantation where James’s family had grown cotton for three generations. James tried everything to please Jessica but it was useless, he believed she hated him, It wasn’t his fault that Jessica’s father died or that her mother had married his father. James’ mother had died when he...
‘Bend over, nigger,’ Master demanded, as he prepared to **** my ass again, preventing me from getting the table ready for dinner. I reluctantly obeyed, like the full service slave I was, having learned the consequences of disobedience as the scars on my back showed. Master, a disgusting man in his sixties, his wife long dead, used me for his sexual fulfillment, using my mouth and ass for his pleasure daily. He left my cunt alone because he didn’t want any mixed-race babies tainting his white...
"Bend over, nigger," Master demanded, as he prepared to **** my ass again, preventing me from getting the table ready for dinner. I reluctantly obeyed, like the full service slave I was, having learned the consequences of disobedience as the scars on my back showed. Master, a disgusting man in his sixties, his wife long dead, used me for his sexual fulfillment, using my mouth and ass for his pleasure daily. He left my cunt alone because he didn't want any mixed-race babies tainting his white...
Plantation Lullabies Plantation Lullabies What would make a person spend $20,000 on a week-long session with a pro-domme?? Believe it or not, Mistress Emmanuelle, the Black Dominatrix who arrogantly charged the exorbitant fee, was booked solid for eight months in advance with her popularity growing by word of mouth alone.? Charles Trenton was intrigued by the concept when he read about her on his favorite BDSM message board.? The thread was started by someone who claimed to have been a...
27 December, 1686 Night As Denkton sat down at the now much more luxurious dinning table, with overhead skylight which Ihon had installed as part of the ships retrofit, he told the others, "Edentown is seated just a stones throw away past this creek on the north side of the Roanoke River. It is the largest town in the area and is and has been the seat of the governors for many years." "The only seat I have any interest in is the broad one making up my uncle's ass and only then...
Chapter 1 There’s no way to fully describe the magnificence of my family home. The house was over a hundred years old and was huge. To this day I still don’t know how many rooms there were. The house was always full of people, music, wonderful foods, and lots of other beautiful things. I remember the trees, the honeysuckle, and the creek where I went swimming on hot days. It truly was a wonderful life, if you were white. South Carolina was the heart of soul of southern living before the Civil...
InterracialThank you and enjoy...I am thinking about writing more. Johncrinshaw1 October 19, 1861 Wilmington, North Carolina Planter James Hopkins Plantation Laying on her back on the workbench with her arms stretched over her head is Hannah. Surrounded by three others, her hair is tangled and matted and she is drenched in sweat. The tears streaming down her face leave salty trails out the side of her eyes; she has a permanent grimace showing her stark white teeth. Her plump mother Adena, the head...
Chapter 1 - The InterviewShanika was puzzled as she got off the bus. She knew that her interview at the Plantation Club wouldn't actually be on the premises, but she wasn't expecting it to take place in a second floor office over a row of shops in a suburban commercial district. She also felt out of place here, only a few miles from the city where she lived, she saw no black faces other than her own.She was self conscious as she scanned the addresses, looking for the number on the note she held...
Maria my real estate broker told me young assistant is in North Carolina waiting for me at the Orton Plantation. She will show me the property and be available to me for my needs. Her name is; Renee age 29 and she got her divorce three months ago. I arrived at the plantation and walked into the house, Renee is bending over to pick up some dropped papers and she feels my eyes upon her body, admiring and checking her out, she had heard a nearly silent sound come from my mouth, like a little...
James returned to the house as dusk fell, “Where is Jessica, I thought she was with you?” Maria asked. “She went skinny dipping with the slaves, so I had her collared and branded,” James informed her. “Very funny, so where is my daughter?” Maria asked. “Chained up naked in the slave house as a kind of naked whore,” he explained. “That’s not funny!” Maria protested, “I know she is wilful and out of control.” “Not any more she’s chained up in the hut, there was a whole row of...
The Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 5 She began to feel regret at having put a thoroughly spent and exhausted June to bed with her husband. The whole evening had been a sexual thrill– an emotional dynamo as she experienced the rush of being in control, of hearing her friend and lover scream from her soul. True, she had allowed herself a few quite pleasant orgasms during the course of the evening, but her pussy still felt swollen and needy. She decided there might be some benefits to...
Introduction: Plantation owners family enjoys having slaves This story is about black slavery before the civil war and in a couple places it uses the N word. If this will bother you, please do not read this story. ____________________________________________________ The location is southern Georgia near the coast just before the Civil War. Horace Franklin was a successful businessman in his late thirties. He owned a small plantation where he lived. It was only about forty acres. He did not...
He stood before me, a giant of a man, dirty and ragged with muscles rippling on his stomach, and as I walked around him, my eyes traced his thin waist and the V on his taut buttocks, my favorite part when looking at a man, but what excited me about this particular encounter, he was mine, not by an affair attached to the heart, no this was business, he was mine as a gift from my husband, to amuse myself with, this was a plantation in the deep south, and he was my slave, my private property, and...
What would make a person spend $20,000 on a week-long session with a pro-domme? Believe it or not, Mistress Emmanuelle, the Black Dominatrix who arrogantly charged the exorbitant fee, was booked solid for eight months in advance with her popularity growing by word of mouth alone. Charles Trenton was intrigued by the concept when he read about her on his favorite BDSM message board. The thread was started by someone who claimed to have been a client of this outrageously strict Ebony Domme whose...
Ann was always the type of girl who did what she thought was right even if it meant going against what was popular. She wasn't the type of person who liked confutation but she wasn't afraid to fight for what she believed in. Which means she isn't a push over by any means believe me I know from experience. She would also do anything for love as long as it didn't go against her beliefs or so she thought. When she was fourteen she met a boy by the name of Brandon who she instantly fell head...
I am 28 yrs old. I live in a small house in remote village of Kerala. My name is Ani. My parents are at Bangalore. They visit our village once in a year to look after our property of teak plantations. This year as my father was busy in business schedule, he send my mom Mercy to inspect our teak plantations. She landed from Bangalore by train. I had been there at station to pick her. For the first few days’ mercy was busy doing house hold chores and cleaning up the mess i had made up during the...
IncestWhen she awoke, Eric was still sleeping but June was already up. Finishing in the bathroom she slipped out, trying not to wake Eric, into the other room where she found June. June smiled and greeted her. Cynthia asked her if they should go to breakfast or wait for Eric. June looked at with a funny expression and replied “Neither right now love. I have something that I need very much like for you to do for me”. Cynthia assured her she would and wondered why she even asked. June...
The Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 3 The two men, one leading the other by a leash attached to the thumb cuff imprisoning his cock, followed Cynthia back into the playroom. Sharon beamed as Eric was led in since he had clearly chosen the cock whipping over a night in the fiddle. As Cynthia thought about it, he had probably made a wise choice. As painful as what the women planned for him might be, it would at some point be over, while being locked in the feared fiddle would be a...
The Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 2 As another day bloomed on the tropical island, she couldn’t help thinking about what the evening might bring? Was it possible to OD on kink? In the back of her mind she wondered if she could overdo it and become blasé? Certainly would not want that to happen – she was enjoying this too much. She vowed to discus it with her new friends later. For now the pool beckoned and she stretched out – enjoying the warm tropical sun. When she...
If this will bother you, please do not read this story. ____________________________________________________ The location is southern Georgia near the coast just before the Civil War. Horace Franklin was a successful businessman in his late thirties. He owned a small plantation where he lived. It was only about forty acres. He did not farm it but let two sharecroppers pay him for the place to grow crops. He had a wife, Ellen, and two...
I woke to the sound of Blue barking on the front porch as he always does. He has an ongoing feud with a riverboat that makes its way up the river every other day. The sun was just rising and shown in the windows. The home was quiet as always other than blue. I called him and he came into the bedroom and put his big head on the bed and looked at me with his big soulful light-blue eyes and a silly look on his face. Blue is a large hound, originating in Australia and the breed is called Catahula...
The following story is for entertainment purposes only. The year is 1770. The place is Colonial Virgina. I’m the owner of a large plantation and I have a fetish that I fulfill using my wife and my slaves. My wife watches all those big black slaves working in the field during the day. Big and strong, sweating in the sun. But at night I bring those horse hung Niggers into our bedroom….and they’ve got a different kind of work to do! ‘Get of your knees bitch and start sucking those Nigger...
Chapter 18 - The great returnAfter her encounter with the white teenagers in the bus and seeing how things have turned in the abandoned building, Shanika decided that she cannot keep to live has she wanted in the outside world. To her shame she add realized that she have loved every second of her brutal and humiliating encounter with the three white boys and the beautiful white girl. Even if they have been really mean with her, she has obeyed them and had loved it, a lot. So, she took the only...
Chapter 17 - The Good SamaritanShanika walked down the street hoping to avoid meeting anyone in her unclothed condition, but painfully aware of the miles to go to reach her apartment. No one was on the street, but occasionally cars went by and she was sure people could see her from their windows.After a few minutes she saw someone coming the other way. An older white man was walking carrying a bag of groceries. She could see he had graying hair and and a graying beard. He wore an old army field...
Chapter 16 - The TeenagersThe next morning found Shanika riding on the back of the bus again. She was looking forward to her day at the consulting agency. She caught herself squeezing her legs together as she thought about Mr. Whitlock and what services he might want her to perform today now that he knew what she was.This time when the bus got crowded, she simply stood rather than offer her seat. She noticed a white woman about her own age sit in her former seat and felt pleasure at having...
Chapter 10 - The GalaElois, the negro attendant, dressed in her usual denim shirt and wrap around skirt, took Shanika's chain from Yolanda as the two colored women entered the slave barn. The young negro girl led the black slave to a stall. After brushing Shanika's teeth she lathered her up and began to shave her pussy. She was just about finished when Mr. Richards walked in. He stood with Yolanda and spoke quietly to her as he watched the attendant lead her charge to the wash stall."Time to...
Chapter 7 - The ReturnSeveral weeks had passed since Shanika's weekend at the Plantation Club. Some mornings she would wake having dreamed she was still there: naked and chained, standing on the auction block, the lust in the eyes of the white folks as they bid their money for her black body.As she came out of her slumber, she'd become aware of her surroundings: her bedroom in her apartment, the sounds of the city outside her window. Gradually the clarity of the dream would begin to fade until...
Chapter 6 - The DepartureIt was hard to imagine that the weekend was almost over. It seemed like a long time since she'd started out down the path that led here, but a week ago she hadn't even heard of the Plantation Club.This time it was the young negro girl who led Shanika to the wash stall in the barn. "No need to shave that coochie since you be goin' back today," she said. The girl looked the other way as the slave girl squatted over the drain and relieved herself. She soaped her up,...
It's 1850, 10 years prior to the silver war. Matthew and Rebeca Johnson own a small plantation in Georgia. Matthew is 52 and Rebecca is 45.They are c***dless after trying for years to conceive. Since she has just gone thru the 'change of life' they know it will never happen.It is noon on a Sunday. They have just returned home from attending church service where Rebecca sings in the choir and Matthew is a church elder. Matthew has just left to go to the auction in town as he does every Sunday....
The following story is for entertainment purposes only.The year is 1770. The place is Colonial Virgina.I'm the owner of a large plantation and I have a fetish that I fulfill using my wife and my slaves.My wife watches all those big black slaves working in the field during the day. Big and strong, sweating in the sun.But at night I bring those horse hung Niggers into our bedroom....and they've got a different kind of work to do!"Get of your knees bitch and start sucking those Nigger Cocks!"Suck...
Chapter 1 Abigail Hanford stared at her friend in disbelief. "But why, Christabel? How? Your parents wouldn't leave you here alone, they just wouldn't!" Christabel Jennings grinned smugly, and mischief glittered in her green eyes. "Daddy was supposed to come back from Atlanta this morning, so Mama took the early coach to go visit her cousin Etta. Only Daddy sent a message with yesterday's coach that he has to stay in Atlanta for three more days. I was outside when the messenger came,...
I paused in my reading and laid the thick journal aside, leaving it open to my place. I turned my full attention to Judy - an easy task. I noticed her nipples were once again hard and she was squirming against her bonds. The story of my great uncle, as told in his journal, must have been really turning her on. Of course, my free hand stroking her bare breasts and pubes might also have had something to do with that. I'm sure both had contributed to the hard erection I now...
When we finished the food, I carried the tray back to the kitchen, dumping the garbage and putting the rest into the dishwasher. Judy was right. While I enjoy cooking and while Judy and I have spent several interesting evenings preparing semi elaborate meals, this convenience form of food preparation left a lot of additional time for more interesting activities. When I returned to the bedroom, Judy had built up the fire and put on her wrist and ankle cuffs again. She was lying on the lounge...
As I opened my eyes I could see daylight around the edges of the curtain. I moved myself gently away from Judy and climbed out of bed without disturbing her. I noticed a lot of the redness was gone, but there were still a few welts across her smooth skin. Nothing that wouldn't disappear within a couple of days, but I suspected she was still going to be a bit sore today. I moved over to the window and glanced out around the edge of the curtain. The sky was a cloudless cobalt and the glare of...
I lay on the bed beside Judy, casually stroking her firm and still warm bottom as she sighed in contentment. Thirty minutes earlier she had been tied along the length of the padded horse, her ankles spread to the two legs at one end and her wrists to the two at the other. Nipple clamps dangled from each breast and she ground her pussy hard against the smooth padding of the horse with each stroke of the cat I delivered. I whipped her until her entire ass was red and hot to the touch and she...
Gary had always been close with his father. Since he was little, they'd done everything together, from going to the movies to eating at the restaurant. The two had never strayed apart, they'd always been getting closer and closer together, until finally Gary and his father realized they were in total love with each other, not just loving each other. Gary was 19 when they first realized it. His mother was out of the house for the day, and Gary was lounging around, reading a novel. It was his...
"Stand up, turn around and touch the floor with your hands, spreading your legs" She obeyed and he was pleased to see that she could touch the floor. Her cunt was clean shaven, had plump lips and a clean slit. Overall, it was a pleasing cunt. Her ass was round and dimpled and looked like it could take some punishment. "Stand and face me" She again obeyed, although this time she did not bow her head and look at his cock. She looked him right in his eye, showing her defiance in her...
Chapter 14 - The Ride BackThe sound of crunching gravel was heard and the van arrived, kicking up a small cloud of dust. The front door opened and Steve the driver stepped out and went around the back. Pausing briefly to survey the negro slave girls waiting naked in chains on the bench, he let himself in the back and closed the door after him.Shanika and the others remained on the bench watching. They knew it would be a little while before Steve had the new arrivals in chains and collected his...
Chapter 12 - The CoworkerYolanda unhooked Jackie's chain from Shanika's collar and handed the black slave girl off to Elois, the young negro attendant."Damn, girl," said Elois looking at the welts on Shanika's body, "what'd you do to get that?""Nothin'," she replied. "My massa jus' like to whup on me. He got so 'cited by it he jus' push me down an' fuck me.""Damn," Elois shook her head. "I try to be careful washin' you."Since her pussy waxing the day of the gala, Shanika still didn't need to be...
Chapter 11 - The DirtballsThe next morning the cycle began again. Elois, the young negro attendant prepared Shanika for the day."Yo' coochie so smooth, girl!" she observed, stroking the slave girls waxed pussy. "Won't be needin' to shave you for a while!"The experiences of the previous evening were still fresh in Shanika's mind. She closed her eyes and remembered the touch of Mr. Richards on her as he masturbated her to orgasm for the amusement of his dinner guests at the anniversary gala. It...