Thursday 31/3/1759
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| Lucas' private bedroom |
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| Lucas |
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| Jenny |
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| Madeleine |
“Massa Graydon.” Twenty-eight year old Lucas
heard the call by a soft voice. He also picked up that subtle but unmistakable
tint of sternness as he opened his eyes for the first time to the new day, the
light rays of the morning filtering through the semi-transparent inner curtains.
It was Jenny.
She was holding a glass tray carefully with
both hands, on carried a blue jar of hot water, a teaspoon and a small pot of
coffee. With tact, she slowly placed the tray on the glass table just bedside
the bedside drawer closest to where he laid, completely naked, save for his
drawers, as he watched keenly. Jenny knew by experience that even a mistake as
little as spilling any of the contents of the tray on the floor, table or bed
would earn her a whipping.
After she had successfully dropped the contents, her
eyes fell to the floor and she clasped her hands in front of her, as she waited
for his dismissal, or next instructions.
“Where’s your missus?” Lucas asked tonelessly,
as he sat up and shifted to the edge of the bed, preparing to take his coffee.
“Missus in kitchen.” Jenny said without
looking up.
“And Benjamin?” he asked.
“Massa Benjamin with missus.”
Lucas took his first sip as he thought of Madeleine,
his wife. He had begun to pity her now. Her room was adjacent to his, and at
2:00am, while he had been awake studying some of the bank’s documents he
brought home with him, he had heard her sobbing.
For a month or two now, Madeleine had been
putting up a defiant, untroubled, resolved front whenever they spoke with each other.
Last night she probably had thought he had been asleep, and that was why the
floodgates had opened up.
Poor thing, Lucas thought.
For about five months now, since Madeleine had first found
out that he fucked the Negro slave girls of their home, she had mutated into a
shell of her former self, losing that spark, that vibrancy, that buoyancy, that
makes her attractive. Now, the poor thing
looks….old. Why is she doing this to
herself?
And Madeleine had refused to have sex with him
ever since. How long does she intend keeping
that up?
In truth, Lucas had been rather glad when she had found
out of his affairs, as it had become quite the chore his always having to do
that sweet deed in hiding, when he really wasn’t being a thief. They are my property, and I have the darn
rights to do to them or with them as i choose. That morning, Madeleine had
left the mansion on her way to the Auchinleck property for her then usual
chit-chats with Madam Auchinleck, and he had, as usual, availed himself the
opportunity to get busy with this very Jenny, when she had suddenly returned to
the house to probably pick up an item she had forgotten to take along, and had
walked into their collective bedroom where he and Jinny were stark naked and
doing the business.
Lucas could still picture the look on her face
as she looked at them and they looked back – ghostly.
Later that day, and for the next week, she had
raised hell, and had threatened to divorce him, but it hadn’t rattled him a
bit. First of all his family supported hers financially – their marriage indeed
had been a marriage of convenience, based on the material benefit her family
expected to receive from his father. Secondly, she already had a two year old
child by him; little Benjamin. Thirdly, all other odds he could think of were
in his favor: Madeleine was lazy, and there were very few economic
opportunities for women; society frowned at white women who divorced their
husbands for any reason; the justice system rarely ever granted divorce to
white women seeking them and almost always placed custody of the children in
the hands of their father.
Lucas didn’t know exactly nor did he really
care to find out who or what had made Madeleine begin to think more reasonably,
but he was sure her family had had something to do with it. Most probably her
mother had talked sense into her when she had separated from him for almost a
whole month and returned to her parents.
That surely had been a good move, because if Madeleine
intended to have a peaceful marriage she had better learn to live with his love
for ripe nigger pussy. That was the one thing he certainly wasn’t ready to give
up for anybody.
Lucas also was certain no white master who
owned any slaves never had sexual relations with them. That’s just absurd! It was just biology. Liaisons with slaves
wasn’t always publicly mentioned of course, but the mulatto children usually
found in the man’s home or property bearing often times striking semblance with
these men was testimony enough. Even Lucas’ own father had sex with his slaves.
As far as I know, mother never raised a
hoof about it, so I can’t fathom what Madeleine’s problem is.
The only thing
she did do was always make sure any mullattos or mullattas children born in the
house were sold off as soon as they were five years.
The slaves were after all nothing but objects
of service and desire. Certainly they were not of the same standard or class as
white women, who were the epitome of everything pure and pristine. I could never love a slave. How could I ever
love an animal? And everyone knew the Negro women were by nature sexual
beings; animalistic infact; only someone less than a real man would have
complete control over a proper Negro wench and not use her to his advantage. White men have a greater sex drive than
white women, that’s why nigger wenches should fill our needs. Indeed, it
was because of the Negro wench’s nature that the Almighty probably decided to create
an equally lustful mate in the black man.
Lucas realized Jenny was still standing there.
He turned to look at her, just like someone at a shop deciding whether to
purchase an item or not. He decided she looked much like her mother, only she
was browner, taller, and slimmer - still. She was eighteen now, and had never given
birth, though she had miscarried his child a year ago. She had been gifted to
him by his father as one of his “helps” when he had first moved to this
property three years ago when she was sixteen and still a virgin, a full month
before Madeleine had come over. He had been surprised because until then he had
never seen her before, yet she had lived on the family’s property almost all
her life. His father had told him that he had bought Jenny’s mother along with
her when Jenny had been five years old; and while the mother had worked in the
mansion as a cook and cleaner, the daughter had worked in the cotton fields –
his family ran a massive cotton plantation on their property covering seven
acres of land. His father owned almost two hundred slaves.
That’s probably why the old wench looked like a corpse when father
handed Jenny to me with the others. Lucas reasoned about
Jenny’s mother. She probably assumed the family had forgotten she had a
daughter…but father never forgets anything he buys with his money – much less a
nigger. He laughed out loud now.
He had seen Jenny’s middle-aged mother, Agy,
only last month when he had gone over to his parents’ mansion half a day’s journey
away by carriage; her mother that he knew his father was still screwing for all
she was worth. Lucas was still laughing.
He unashamedly looked Jinny over now again and
felt his penis begin to slowly rise. Her plain blue cotton dress was certainly not
revealing – but he knew firsthand the joys of her body, her smooth chocolate
brown skin, her slender but shapely legs, her medium-sized but sexually
palatable butt, her ample bosom…..
Jenny was one of the seven slaves, one male
and six female, that were the property of the Graydon’s – Lucas’ property.
Lucas shifted the glass table aside and
cleared his throat as he stood up. Jinny looked up at that moment and faced the
floor again, a resigned look on her face.
He got up and moved behind her. She began to
bend over, knowing what was next, but he arched her back forcefully till she
got into the familiar position, her back bent and facing the bed and her palms
resting on it. He then pulled up her dress over her head and flung it aside.
With her right hand Jenny pulled down her panties with one swoop till they
reached her ankles.
He had no trouble getting his drawers away and
setting his dick free……
With one forceful move Lucas shoved his penis
into Jinny’s already moist vagina. She groaned.
Thrust...Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust
(Jinny
moaned softly)
At this point Lucas’ dick slid out of Jenny’s
tight pleasure hole. He promptly returned it in, his immediate initial thrusts
not as forceful as those preceding it. He groaned in pleasure as he looked at
his cock slide in and out rhythmically.
He rubbed his right hand roughly across Jenny’s
faintly stretched marked ass and began his forceful thrusts again.
Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…(Jinny moaned pleasurably)
Thrust (she moaned more loudly)
Thrust (Jinny moaned louder as she experienced
an orgasm)
Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust
(she moaned
slowly)
Thrust…Thrust…Thrust (she moaned. Lucas sighed
pleasurably)
Thrust…Thrust…Thrust… (Jenny moaned. The tempo a little
higher than the immediately preceding ones)
Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust….Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust (Jinny moaned very audibly)
Thrust...Thrust… (Lucas’ thrusts slowed a
little. He moaned loudly, once, now)
Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust (his pole fell out again)
He promptly put it back in. Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust (Jinny moaned again)
Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…ThrustThrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust (Her moans took on a higher
pitch)
“Keep quiet!” he commanded and slammed her on the back furiously
using his right palm. She began to fall off his dick then but pushed her arse
up so that that wouldn’t happen. She nodded quickly and repeatedly as she
straightened again.
Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…
Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust… (She orgasmed again now)
Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust (Jinny wasn’t making any noise
now, just breathing heavily)
Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust (she stifled a moan)
Lucas was nearing his point of no return. He
increased the velocity of his thrusts. Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…
Soon he slowed for a last time, as he shot his seed into
her young tunnel.
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