Chapter 1

 

In that year of eighteen thirty, Queens County, South Carolina had three hundred fourteen free white males and females. It also boasted of over three thousand black slaves. Nobody bothered to count the poor white trash in Queens County, not that there were that many.

Queens County had, without a doubt some of the finest plantations in the whole southland. Fairfield was the best and finest plantation of the best and was owned by Harlan Howard. He owned over three thousand acres of the most fertile ground in the state, he owned over three hundred slaves and he had just married the prettiest girl in the world. Not bad for a man who was only forty-four. He had been widowed five years earlier. He had been married to Jane Goodson of the Sumter Goodson's. One good thing everyone said about Jane was she brought a damn fine dowry with her when she came to him.

Jane had run off while he was in Charleston buying more slaves. For a man of his stature it took little effort to have the unfaithful bitch declared dead even though her body was ever found. Nor would the body ever be found. It took Harlan and his overseer five days to find her, and he had put her body into a deep hole and covered it up.

It was late May and Harlan Howard sat in a buggy and watched his hands work the soil as they labored in the hot sun. He watched them for a long time feeling contented with life. His mind drifted back to his first wife. That unsavory situation had almost been an embarrassment to him, but he had been lucky. He and Oliver located her before she managed to tell anyone anything about her short life as mistress of Fairfield. It had taken Harlan many long hours of work to break her spirit and he thought he has succeeded. That had been a mistake on his part, but he had corrected it. It served the snooty bitch right. She resisted him and he couldn't abide that. Damn woman had to learn who was the he-coon in that patch of the woods. A woman has to know when a man wants some nookie, she better be delivering some nookie. When he called Big Tom in to fuck her that first time, Jane had screamed so loud it scared the field hands and they were half mile away in their quarters. She hadn't taken too kindly when he stripped her and beat the hell out of her either. He grunted aloud remembering how she had squalled and jerked every time the lash hit her. Hell, she wasn't being hit very hard. Oliver Crookshank, his overseer, knew exactly how hard to hit a person. Crookshank loved that part of his job. Harlan smiled as he remembered the lashing Crookshank gave her. They had hung her naked and gave her a sound thrashing. After the lashing Harlan invited some of his sturdiest field hand to enjoy her white body after Oliver had sampled her backside. Then she ran away. At first Harlan thought it had been the lashing that caused her to leave.

It was not the lashing she suffered that caused her to run. It was Big Tom who put flight in her feet. Big Tom was another who loved his job, and it was his job to fuck whoever Harlan told him to fuck. Big Tom had fathered half the children on the plantation.

 

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While his master watched the field hands work, Big Tom sat in the shade of a tree and watched the new Mistress of Fairfield water the flowers on the porch. She was Miss Sarah and she was young and sweet. Not more than nineteen years old, Tom judged. Just right, he thought.

Big Tom especially liked it when he got to fuck a virgin. He liked to hear them squeal when he stuck his cock in them for the first time. Every woman squealed every time he took them, but the first time was always the best. Big Tom was pure Mandingo and he had a tool that was nearly as big as a pony's cock. Mister Harlan often lent him out to other plantation owners. Not so much for the slaves, because almost every plantation had a few stud bucks that could service the slave women. No, Big Tom was sent for the owners wives and a couple of times their daughters. Getting to pleasuring a white woman was a special treat for the big brute.

When Mister Harlan told him to service Miss Jane, Tom thought he had died and gone to heaven. But Lordy that woman did carry on. The woman bled like a stuck hog the first time he fucked her. She bled a little the second time too, but not much. Tom had opened her up right well. After that she was a good fit for his big weapon. She was beginning to feel pretty good and even seem to like it when Harlan gave her to Big Tom. Then she up and took off.

Big Tom shifted his position because he was getting hard remembering how Mister Harlan and Mister Oliver caught the woman and how he got to fuck her for the last time.

 

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The young Mistress of Fairfield was well aware that the big black guy was watching her as she poured water on the porch flowers. Being looked at and being lusted after wasn't anything new to Sarah Butterfield Howard. She had been the object of men's attention since she was thirteen. It was also about that time she discovered that she could get men to do her biding by a discrete display of her ankle. She quickly discovered that a low cut dress could afford opportunities for her to bend carelessly and show a deep cleavage.

By the age of eighteen she found that she could get out of a lot of studying by allowing her tutor to touch her ample breasts. The tutor was a middle aged man who enjoyed fondling young girls and particularly Miss Sarah Butterfield. With many of his students he had to be very careful, but not so with Sarah. She was most cooperative even pulling her dress down and allowing him to suckle her. His was the first cock she had ever seen. She had learned to love playing with the teacher's cock until it squirted. Sarah liked it when the teacher put his finger in her. He called it her coozy and sometimes he called it her cunt or pussy. Sarah thought of it as her cunt. She liked how it sounded when she said it aloud. The teacher had plans to nail the young girl and would have if his horse had not stepped into a hole causing him to break his scrawny neck. Miss Sarah mourned for almost a whole day and then looked elsewhere for her pleasure.

She found it in the person of Zeb, her daddy's house boy. Zeb was actually Sarah's half brother due to the fact that her daddy had dallied with Zeb's mother. Her relationship to Zeb was, of course, unknown to Sarah.

Zeb accidentally found Sarah swimming nude in a remote pond on the plantation. Sarah pretended to be upset at Zeb seeing her naked. She threatened to have him beaten and sold if he told anyone her secret. It was on the grassy banks of the pond that Zeb broke through her maidenhead. All that summer, Zeb met Sarah at their secret pond. At least three times a week they met and coupled. It was a learning process for both of the young people, and they truly enjoyed the lessons.

Zeb was the only reason that she had any reluctance about leaving her father's plantation to marry Mister Harlan Howard. She swallowed her disappointment that Harlan was a lackluster lover at best. Of course Sarah faked her loss of virginity and even showed some blood on the sheets. That was at the cost of one dead chicken. She sorely missed Zeb and wondered if she could talk Harlan into buying him from her father. It would be nice, she thought, to have a familiar face about. Not to mention, she thought, his wonderful hard tool. Still mindful of Big Tom watching her, she bent low to water a pot of flowers, giving the big fellow a look down the top of her dress. Like my titties? She thought.

Sarah looked up at the sound of wheels and hoof beats on the drive to the big house. It was Harlan returning from his inspection of the fields. Sarah ordered the house servants to start heating water because she knew that her new husband would want a bath to wash the dust from his body before he had his supper.

"So little one," Harlan said after a big meal. He and Sarah were sitting in the drawing room while Harlan enjoyed a glass of sherry. "Are you adjusting to life here at Fairfield?"

"Yes, thank you," Sarah answered. "Very nicely. The house servants seem nice and well trained."

"Yes, they are well trained. That was one thing my late wife could do well. She stayed on top of them as you will have to do. They will get lazy if you don't watch them. Oh, before I forget, I will leave tomorrow for Beaufort. I have an opportunity to purchase a pair of twins. They both are girls and have been trained as house servants. Mammy is getting old and she can hardly get about. I thought it would be nice for you to have some young girls to help you with the house."

"Oh poo, how long will you be gone?"

"Two weeks should be long enough, I think. I'm taking Oliver Crookshank with me. Big Tom will be about to help you with the slaves. Nobody dares to give him any guff."

"I'm not at all sure I care for him," Sarah said. "He seems like an uppity negro to me."

"Well, Tom does have his place. Being the farm stud gives him some status, I suppose. If he is disrespectful flog his ass like any other black guy." Sarah, having been born and raised on a working plantation, was well aware of the facts of life. Select breeding, was how plantation owners increased their stock without spending money to do so. It was a common practice to have a special stud on the place. Size and strength were desirable traits in the offspring.

Sarah was both excited and disappointed that her new husband was leaving so soon after the wedding. He wasn't a very good lover, but he was better than nothing. Sarah had become used to a regular sexing from Zeb and she would miss it while Harlan was traveling. Ah well, there was always that special wine bottle she kept near her bed. The one with the special long neck that fit in her just right.

The following morning just after daybreak Harlan and Crookshank departed Fairfield for Beaufort. She waved until they were out of sight then busied herself around the house. Later that afternoon, because of the heat, she took off all the petticoats and took a stroll around the plantation. Sarah was well aware that anyone with eyes could see through the thin dress. Let them look, she thought. As she approached a barn she was aware that Big Tom was following her at a distance. She stopped and turned back.

"Why are you following me, Tom?" she demanded.

"Massa Harlan asks me to keep my eyes on you, Miss," he replied.

"Then come closer so that I can ask you questions if I want," she snapped. She turned and walked on, aware that he hurried to get closer. As they toured the plantation she asked many questions about first one thing then another. Most of which she already knew the answer to. She was a little surprised that Tom knew the answers. She was also surprised that he spoke better English than most slaves.

"Who lives here?" she asked looking at a row of shanties.

"Dis is where them girls live. You know, old enough to have a man, but untaken yet. Massa Harlan will pair some dem up soon I 'spect."

"Are any of them with child yet?" she inquired.

"Yes ma'am," he said grinning. "Most of 'em are knocked up." A young girl poked her head out and smiled shyly at Tom and nodded her head at Sarah. "Dat's Sally," Tom said. "I'll be working on her tonight."

"Virgin?" Sarah asked.

"No Ma'am," Tom answered with a huge grin. "I done popped her a couple times. I'm thinkin' she ripe now."

"Fine," Sarah said. "Bring her to the house just after dark. You can breed her there." The command surprised Tom. No mistress had ever asked him to breed a slave in the big house. His confusion was plain for Sarah to see. "Make sure that both of you are clean," she said. "I will attend the breeding to see that it's done right. Just after dark, Tom, you hear me?"

"Yes Ma'am," he said, still confused. What did she mean she would attend? Did she think he didn't know how to top a woman?

 

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"Take the dress off, Sally," Sarah told the young girl. The three of them were in her bedroom and the other house slaves had been dismissed. "Tom, take everything off and stand right there." She pointed using a short leather whip. "Everything Tom, quickly." He was still moving very slowly and Sarah went to stand directly in front of him. She had to crane her neck to look up at him.

"Tom, don't think for one minute that I won't have you flogged. I'll have the hide from your back and ass if you don't obey me. Get naked, now!"

"Yes ma'am," he said hurrying to get his shirt and pants off. There wasn't any doubt that she meant it. He heard her gasp when she saw his cock and carefully hid the smile that threatened to appear on his lips.

Sarah had indeed gasped. Tom was half again as big as Zeb had been. Tom was twice as large as Harlan was and he wasn't completely erect yet. Where Zeb's thing had been a light brown, Tom's was as black as coal. Sarah had to make herself take her eyes from the man's massive cock.

"Sally come and kneel down in front of Tom," Sarah directed. "Takes his cock in your hand and stroke it." She watched as the young coffee-colored girl did as she directed. "No, not like that," Sarah said. "Here, let me show you. Like this." She took his now stiffening cock in her small hand and pumped it gently a few times. She was aware that she was breathing hard and she was also aware that she was wet. She reluctantly gave the cock back to the kneeling girl. Sally slowly stroked Tom's cock until it was stiff and jerking as if it had taken on a life of its own.

"Put your mouth on it, Sally," Sarah said in a strained voice. "Gently suck his cock." That was something that her former tutor had taught her; something he claimed he had learned in a New Orleans whorehouse. Sarah had spent hours sucking the man. She even learned to swallow his sperm without gagging.