A Slave To Love, a short story by Pablito. Date added: 2012-01-30. Times viewed: 2862.

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Intro: This is somewhat of a classic story where it is a snap shot of the American south during the era of which slavery was at it's prime. The theme of the story is based about a young woman, the wife of rich plantaion owner who tries to help a slave and ends up falling in love with him. (M/F-erotics added from essential plot development).

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The early morning sunlight had met her face upon the bed she lays on. She could just about hear the distant voices of activity beyond the large veranda to her lavish bedroom. The blinds that cut across the veranda’s entrance blew slowly as the doors of the veranda were partly open. She gets up to sit on the edge of her bed and knows her husband was absent. Presumably he starts the day before she had realized sunlight. She is the young wife of a large plantation owner. The plantation land fields were a vast coverage area of cotton. It was as far as the eye could wander. The house she was in is of a huge three-story built country mansion with elaborate colonial architecture. Jenifer would come out to the large veranda to see the countless heads of workers in the field. They were mere cotton pickers. To her husband, they were slaves of which her husband had owned. It was the year 1864 when the American slavery was at its prime.

Standing in the center of the veranda as the soft southern winds blew her somewhat see-thru sleeping gown showing the well defined silhouette of a womanly figure, she hears a disturbance. She turns to the left away from the cotton fields in front of her is another section of the land. As she stands erect to tiptoe and looks yonder further some very distance away she could just hear a voice bellowing in pain. Looking in that direction there is a small live stock of pigs crossing the road and visibly seen are chickens cackling that run across a dirt road, around to the huts and small cottages where the slaves dwell. Of that section where bushes and trees manifest themselves was like a small village for the slaves. This contrasts the section of area where she is. She looks to that distance and witnesses the continuous agony of a man shouting. A black man is tied to a post. He wails in utmost pain as the wrath of the foreman’s whip laid heavily upon his bare back. The deepen blood stripes on his back shows the evidence of the task master’s power. The young plantation owner’s wife begins to griminess at every strike that wore upon his body.  She shouts some fifty yards away in her southern accent to the foreman. But it is just audible enough for him to hear.

“Mister McGuire. I would think he has leant his lesson. You need not kill him.”

Looking in her direction he hears her and relaxes his whip.

“But ma’ lady, this here’s a runaway. We deal with these boys harshly. Master Johnson said he would need at least forty lashes. ‘Am not even halfway done with this boy!”

“Well, as of this moment you are through. I will answer to my husband, Master Johnson if you so seek.”

“As you wish malady!”

The black man was a big fellow. The foreman untied him from the post as he dropped to the ground. The foreman clapped his hands and spoke to a couple of others to pick him up and take care of him.

That evening her husband, Mister Johnson dined with his beautiful young wife Jenifer. She dined alongside him with elaborate cloths of only the English Royalty was known for. She had a large elaborate satin dress, with complex embroidery of that time. Her small waist was pull even tighter with laces of what is known as a corset. He on the other hand dressed as a gentleman would with an elaborate inside vest, a bow tie, well groomed hair and a small fine French mustache that pointed to each side of his mouth. She was 22 years old and him was some twenty years older, a man of the world, well traveled and distinguished, but a man of strong character.

“My dear wife”, he says, reaching over to slice a piece of the well roasted pig on the table, “My foreman, Mister McGuire said you stopped him from punishing one of my slaves, and what was the reason for that?”

“Mister McGuire, I find is a very cruel man. I could not stand the excessive cruelty he is capable of. I should not dare stand to look at such a spectacle.”

“Jenifer” he says as he makes his last chew of the food, “Mister McGuire is under my direction. It is he that answers to me to all things done in my plantation. With your intervention, this disrupts the effectiveness of the plantation. You would be more of a lady to just look as lovely as you are and cater to my needs and nothing else.”

“That may be true to some effect, but they are as much human as I see you, I feel my input is as import to the conduct of this plantation for I am your wife as you so said.”

“Now look here” as his eyes focused on her, “my daddy before me had slaves, and we have had come across a vast ocean for a new life. There will always be workers and there will always be masters, it’s our society, its life. You as a woman also are to serve me as one, I make the decisions and you just keep on looking beautiful. It’s the fact of life Misses Johnson ..and it’s a true lady that respects the will of her husband.

“My dear husband, you may appear to be a gentleman to the vast majority, but you are also nonetheless a pig as the one you eat now. And I have made my decision.”

Jennifer left the table, wiped her lips, bowed to him as graceful as she could as if he was deemed king and in control of it all and left. He stood at the table aghast.

The next morning when her husband had rode into town she decided she would take the opportunity to see the slave that was beaten. Jenifer went across the section to where the slaves dwelled.  Pointed in the direction to a little hut, she walked directly to it unescorted. Many of the villagers looked at her as this was an uncommon thing for the wife of Master Johnson to come to that side of the plantation. The foreman and Master Johnson were the only ones that would expect to be within the village’s perimeter. Some of the individuals of the village gathered around as they seemed to be gossiping in wonder to know what was going to happen.

Jenifer knocked at the door of the hut. The door was built of old worn wood with no particular lock but was tied with a cord to secure a shut. Then she hears a heavy movement and an agonizing groan as the man approaches the door. He opens it; he was indeed a big man, evidence to all of which shows that his arms and legs were muscular and no fat.  He seemed as a huge tower to her as he and looked down to see her. He had no shirt but a short cut off pants above the knees. As he made eye contact with her he grimaced in fear as he recognizes the wife of the plantation owner. He trembles to talk.

“You the owner wife, am to be punished again!?” he asks.

“No, I am here to see how you are. I saw how Mister McGuire flogged you. Turn around, let me see your back?”

He turns around as the cuts within the wound still looked fresh.

“Can I come in and talk to you?” She asks.

He allowed her in to an untidy dwelling of meager possession.

“You need to be taken care of further if you are to be any good”, she assured.

“Malady, I just heal like this, it happened to me before, am soon be all right”

“What would be your name?”

“They call me Simon”

Jenifer talked to him and wanted to help him further. She organized transport of him to be taken to the other section where she had all the medical facilities. She took him in the large basement of her building and had him lay on a large bed intended for people that are in medical need. She cleaned his back with medical spirits and other chemicals that sooth his aches. She administered pain relievers to him as she waited for his reaction. He gradually showed less discomfort.  He still wore the trousers that show the need of a clean and better one.

“Simon, it’s of importance that the total body of yours needs a thorough cleaning”, she affirms, “Your trousers need to be off for a start.

“Ah cannot take them off in front of you malady!” he responded.

“Nonsense, I know what you have, I have a husband, so don’t worry about it, take it off and go to the bath tub there yonder” she points.

He slowly took off his pants and as he did she gazed at him. She found out that he was not only big in stature but in “the tool” he possessed. He was well endowed. She stared at him but acted as to not be surprised.

“Now come to this area where the tub is so I can clean you”, she insisted.

Simon walks over as his large penis swayed. He sat in the tub as she cleaned his head, arms, and then..

His penis started to get hard as she held it, cleaning it.

“I’m so sorry malady, it’s happens when a woman holds it every time. I have no control over it”.

“Don’t worry Simon, I understand. And how old are you Simon?”

I am twenty five!”

“You’re only three years older than I”

“Master Johnson looks a lot older than you malady!”

“Yes, he is forty five years old; he took me when I was fifteen”

“And why do you have no children malady”

“That’s my husband’s fault”

“Ah”, he says without comment.

She rubs further on his big penis and he shivers. She thinks of something and tells him she will be back as she goes into the other room and leaves him in the bath tub.

After five minutes she comes back. He looks at her in shock.

“Malady, you are without cloths!”

“Yes I know. How you do like me now?”

“I should not like you only because of the Master Johnson”

“Do not waste a though about him, it’s of long time I haven’t been with a real man”

She then takes his penis out of the water from the tub and says..

“You’re the man for this job”

She holds his penis as she bends over to face it, to suck on it. It looked in excess of a mouthful. The biggest she had ever seen. She was wondering about his size but she needed satisfaction, she wanted to be pleasured. She went into the tub and spread her legs over his penis; her vagina was centered for insertion. She gradually massaged her vagina with the tip of his penis as she slowly stimulated lubrication within her. She was then entered by him as he groaned. She could feel her insides expand as the girth of his thick penis seemed of have gotten wider. She slowly went down and then up, as she slowly increased the motion of it. Jenifer saw the whites of his eyes upon her motions.  He then held her beautiful soft curvy body as he caressed the underside of her well defined womanly behind. He reaches over to kiss her delicate flat stomach. Simon held her breast in a gentle massage as he kissed them and caressed them with his tongue. She inhaled deeply to every stroke he made.

They both came out of the tub and went onto the medical bed to continue their process. She was on her back, legs up and to the sides, as he inserted inside of her. Simon looked up in pure pleasure as he felt the tightness of her vagina walls tugging at the shaft of his penis. He continued his motion as he saw the pleasure he awakes in her, displayed by her facial expression. As he continues, juices from her vagina run along the shaft of his penis. Bending over to embrace her as he wraps his big arms around her neck softly as to pillow her head as he continue to be inside of her with a slow and sensual motion. She feels a sudden urge to climax and finally releases a series of vaginal contractions. She gasps and groans. He still lies lightly on top of her as he kisses her face gently. Jenifer turns her face to him and smiles as she kisses him on his lips. Simon quickly takes his penis out of her as of respect not to impregnate her. His sperms are spread across the bed sheet as it soaks in.  She looks at him as he looks at her to a tender moment.

“You’re a fine specimen of a man!” She exclaims.

“It is you malady that brought that out of me!”

“You Simon are no brute. It appears you have been labeled as one by means only of your appearance. But least they know that beyond a rough book as yours lies inside the content that is so fine.”

“Ah malady appears to be one of a kind. You have dared to thread into an unknown to find that even a handful of dirt you may find something of worth.”

“Simon, my action today with you may be dishonorable but my ultimate deed to provide you comfort was of the purest.  It is my heart that leads me in.”

“Nobody have said such nicer words like you malady. But I tell you now. Rich folks don’t care for black slaves; we are but an article of need to them. . No white person knows the true pain that we have known. I may heal with all my wounds but a single scar to the mind lives on forever”.

“One day Simon, all of this my husband is fighting for is but temporary. You and I may not live long enough to know this, but I feel in my heart that one day all your people will be free of discomfort. Like me that made the step to assist you, there will be other men or women that will take the steps to make good things happen. One day, a great man that controls the fate of the country will rise up and speak what we talk of and there will be no more chains, no one man can own another, because I feel in my heart, all men should and can be equal..all men and all women.”

“Malady, somehow in my heart I feel you speak the truth that my heart yearns. If I die tomorrow, even upon the whip of Mister McGuire, I will die remembering you. There will be some time when our future ones will see that black and white bodies will embraced.  But we Malady are united with one feeling, one love, and now we have of the same hope.”

 Simon stood up and put on his clean trousers. She continued to bandage and wraps his back with medical cloth.

“I will inform Mister McGuire not to have you work for a week”, she told him.

“I would be most grateful for that malady. And what about the Master Johnson”

“You need not worry about him. Our affair is private.”

With that Simon left to be back at his hut. The other people in his village looked at him. They then began to gossip. He looked at them but ignored them all. 

That night someone rode in with his horse yelling at the top of his voice. He ran into the house. It was a young boy of about sixteen.

“There’s been an accident…it’s Master Johnson!”

 He runs into the house in search for Misses Johnson. He run up to the winding stairs to the top level, as some of the servants would see him who was involved with some basic cleaning as he continues with his anxious intentions to see Misses Johnson.

“Misses Johnson, It’s your husband..It’s your husband, he is in trouble!”

Jenifer comes out to meet him.

“What seem to be the matter Jimmy?”

Jimmy is the stable hand that normally takes care of horses. But sometimes he accompanies Master Johnson on the produce and other things to transport the items from the town.

“Master Johnson is hurt, the wagon toppled over on him when he was trying to fix one of the wheel’s that broke. We need help”

“Ok Jimmy, call the foreman and round up some men”.

Mister McGuire got four men and rode out. Some hours later they came back. But Master Johnson was not with them.

“Where is my husband, he is not with you?” Jenifer asked Mister McGuire.

“Am sorry malady but we can’t help him. He is pinned down mighty badly as the heavy horse cart is on his leg and body. The weight of the cart was too heavy for my men to lift it and set him free. I fear he will not live out the night”

Jenifer said, “Take me to my husband now and I want Simon with me too!”

Simon and two other workers went to the scene. It took them half an hour to get there with their horses and a coach where Jenifer was in. They saw Jimmy next to her husband trying to be of comfort to him. Mister McGuire explains again at the scene to Jenifer.

“This here cargo wagon is too heavy for us to lift off your husband.  It’s resting on his leg and part of his body as you see. If we cut his leg off, we may be able to save him” Mister McGuire indicates.

“Yes my dear”, her husband talks “They have given me whisky to kill my pain but it is of no use. I may yet die or you could take the axe and take my leg off.”

“Nonsense, you shall try it my way”, as she talks in an authoritative tone, “Mister McGuire you should take those large pieces of wood and place it under the wheel to pry it up, Jimmy you will hold and drag Master Johnson out at a certain time and Simon you have the arduous task to lift the wheel one foot high to make this successful”

At that point everyone was in their position. Master Johnson continued to drink on the whisky bottle for the pain in his face showed as sweat ran down his face.

The cart had lain flat on the side with the one wheel on the leg of Master Johnson. Simon struggled to lift it. Two other men had joined him and it was of no use. The two men left but Simon struggled and could have only lift it six inches; it was not enough to get Master Johnson’s leg out. Sweat was pouring out of Simon face as he tried in a series of attempts.

“Cut my leg off Jenifer”, her husband cried out.

Simon paced for a couple of seconds and then said, “No, one more try”

Simon decided to break the wooden parts of the wheel with his bare hands. He then told McGuire to take the axe and demolish the wagon to lighten it. McGuire looked at Simon giving the order to him. Jenifer looked at McGuire to do it.

It was still fairly heavy but Simon began to lift the wagon cart. He got it to almost a foot and paused for a second. Then Simon yelled with the exertion to lift more. One could have seen Simon’s entire body expanded and contracted further as he lifted the heavy wagon cart enough distance for Jenifer to yell at Jimmy, “pull him Jimmy, pull him out!!” Jimmy reacted immediately and pulled Master Johnson to safety.

The coach that Jenifer rode in was made to accommodate Master Johnson for the way back.

Two weeks later, Master Johnson was being pushed on a wheel chair by Jenifer.  He and Jenifer strolled down the plantation with a meaningful conversation. Simon’s back was healed at this time.

“You are lucky my husband. If it was not for Simon you would not be walking. If it was up to Mister McGuire you may have been dead or at best without a leg.”

“Yes I realized that. I am grateful for the slave’s help”

“Do you have a reward to give such a person?”

“He is a slave; his reward is a day’s rest”

“No, his reward is his freedom and I insist”

“Well I protest, he is of need in this plantation, his freedom will get him killed should he venture out to other areas”

“Then we compromise, she says, “He is free on the plantation. But he shall work on the plantation for his keep but he is free to work wherever he pleases.”

“You drive a hard bargain. It seems I have influence you in character development as well woman.”

“Should I dare enlighten my dear to the simple fact that I only learn from the best!”

“You do good to patronize me as well. Ok, it’s done.”

She smiles at him and leaves him alone to be pushed by a servant on his wheel chair.  Jenifer departs to tell Simon the good news. She walks to the village area where Simon lives. She enters his dwelling and he welcomes her in. Simon hearing the news shouts for joy as his voice virtually echoes through the walls of his abode.

“It is starting to happen Simon”, she tells him, “Anything worth your while is worth fighting for!”

She goes closer to him and he hugs her closer. She embraces him and feels his thick penis on her. She could feel that sensation between her legs for him to enter in her. Simon picks her up and takes her in his little bedroom. He lays her and caresses her with grace; he mades love to her like he had once did. He finally got inside of her as she feels his expansion. He lies upon her gently and caresses her soft body against his tight and muscular tone. She feels the gentleness of his touch that can only be the result of love.  Jenifer closes her eyes in bliss.

 

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