Slave
Copyright© 2026 by Robin
Chapter 4: Christmas
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 4: Christmas - Aneesha is taken from Africa to the Americas as a slave on the plantation.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Historical Horror Vampires Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Anal Sex First
The anticipation of the Christian festival had gradually increased through December, the days counted off, one by one.
Christmas Day would not only be an extended break from the ceaseless work on the plantation, but would also mean abundant food. Although slaves, they were not treated too harshly. Slaves, to their owners, are a commodity. Expensive to replace. They would have Christmas Day eating and drinking. Music and dance would follow until very late in the night or even into the early morning. Boxing Day was spent in recuperation. Many sore heads would be nursed.
The season also brought new clothes to wear. The threadbare cotton shifts discarded or repurposed into neckerchiefs.
Victoria looked forward to the day, hoping that her lover from Easter would visit her again. Hoping that he would take her to the ground. Hoping, even wishing, that he would fuck her senseless again. As the holiday drew nearer, Victoria’s excitement grew, making her jittery, even disturbing her usually exhausted sleep. She was going to have to settle down or become ill from lack of rest. That would never do.
At last, Christmas Day arrived. New cotton dresses were distributed to each hut and shared by the occupants, who chattered and argued over which dress was right for them. Victoria, being one of the smaller ones, had no difficulty picking out a dress that fit her. It smelled clean as she pulled it over her spare frame. The flower print was quite pretty, with white petals on a light pink background. It was loose enough to allow for freedom of movement and had volume so that it wouldn’t stick to her as she worked. Victoria was pleased and secretly hoped that her lover would also like her in it.
The victual triangle rang out, calling the slaves to come to the feast that had been laid out on trestle tables in the gardens of the owner’s lawn that fronted his mansion. Eagerly, they descended to the food but had to wait until ‘Grace’ was observed with a prayer of thanksgiving to God for the bounty laid out before them.
Suckling pigs had been roasted and carved onto large trenchers. Platters of oatmeal bread and baskets of fruit adorned the tables. Given the nod from their owner, they rushed at the fare like starving locusts, grabbing handfuls and stuffing their mouths. It very much resembled a beggar’s banquet.
Cool water sat in glass carafes alongside the food with pewter mugs to drink from.
Some of the slaves ate too much in too short a time, regurgitating away from the banquet before returning to eat again and washing the food down with water. For a short while, it had been something of a melee until the first rush was over. From then on, eating was rather more sedate with groups sitting on the lawn, conversing while nibbling the meat and bread.
Eventually, everyone had had their fill. With full stomachs, a snooze was the order of the day in the knowledge that the festivities would continue later in the afternoon with more food and the potent rum and the visitation of the neighbouring slaves from the next plantation. Victoria could hardly wait.
A large fire was lit, providing light in the twilight. The music started, and dancing began with pairs spinning and stomping along with the beat coming from the makeshift steel drums and reed pipes.
Victoria searched but was unable to find her paramour in the sea of slaves. Crestfallen, she sat away from the dancing on a whitewashed log, thinking that her hopes had been dashed.
She felt, rather than heard, a body sitting next to her. It wasn’t him, but another, very dark-skinned man whose eyes seemed to glow in the firelight. He lifted his chin as a silent hello. Victoria noticed the tribal scars on his cheeks that swirled in concentric circles. She nodded back and offered a small smile in return.
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