Chapter 2

Shades of Innocents Lifted

“Dey elected the planter out of Tennessee Andrew Jackson,” said Colonel Stockwell.

Mr. Wilson look a little concern and said, “You ever heard of dat party he ran under.”

The Colonel shook his head and replied, “Democratic, oh it’s some mess that man created. I just happy he has a sizeable plantation and he won’t mess with our way of life.”

Mr. Wilson hung his head a said, “I have such a hard time keepin my stock. Them slave catcher always bringing by my people all tore up. The ain’t worth selling all I wanna do is put dem down. I treat dem well; I just don’t understand.”

“I knows what ya mean. I had me a girl dat was a good breeder. She took off and when dey found her dey fuck her so much and so rough. She was a bloody mess. Blood was flowing from her ass and pussy as if dey had a cut her. Fuck in her mouth so hard she had only a few teeth left. She can’t work in the field no mo. Now she just watches the pick-a-ninnies and she don’t do a good job at dat,” reminisce the Colonel.

Mr. Wilson and Colonel Stockwell just sat for a moment reliving the condition of their property brought home by the slave catcher.

About three months after Rose birth Mae received a visit from her master. Colonel Stockwell entered the cabin in the same manner, shoving the flimsy door open no knock, and march right up to Mae. Her eyes widen with the entrance of her master. Her thoughts all over the spectrum, but one thought kept coming to the surface, “No, not again, my baby is here.” In reality Colonel Stockwell had one thing on his mind, relief inside of a slave, this slave.

Earlier the Colonel tried to corner the house cleaner, groping her and working to lift her skirt up. Dorothy knew her mistress was near and did not desire a confrontation that she would lose. Sarah Elizabeth Stockwell walked in on the encounter and began screaming at poor shaken Dorothy the house servant. She said to Dorothy, “You trashy black whore get away from my husband.” Before Dorothy could bolt from the room in relief, Mrs. Stockwell started to swing a fireplace shovel across Dorothy back. Dorothy started screaming, “Lawd, mistress I wasn’t doing anything. Oh Lawd, please stop.” While this is transpiring the Colonel ease out of the room to let Dorothy receives punishment for his doing. He was thinking about his plan B.

Sarah Stockwell took her anger and shame out on Dorothy, because this was her only outlet. The marriage to George was not her idea or wish. Her outbursts and tears did nothing to sway her father from this decision. Now she was trapped, ‘surrounded by darkies, in a house where God wouldn’t come, where her husband nigger children run free. This one nigger bitch won’t have any calf by my husband,’ she thought and commenced to proving her point.

The shovel hit Dorothy in the back. She went down hard, as if the floor came up and met her. Now her mistress had her and all she could do is curl into a ball as the real beating started she prayed that the pain would stop and it did as she slowly slipped into a sweet darkness. It took Sarah a moment to come back to earth and notice that Dorothy was not moving. She stopped hitting her and step over her and left the room with her lying on the floor. As Sarah was going down the hall she and address the boy wiping the tables and said to him, “go clean that mess up in the parlor.” That boy was Micah, Dorothy’s son.

Now to plan B. It took effect around midnight; Sarah Stockwell was sound asleep in her room as the Colonel left his room and out of the backdoor heading down to the slave quarter. Knowing what he must do and whom he must do it with, directed him straight to Mae’s front door. This slave girl knew how to please him. Colonel Stockwell entered the small drafty cabin as he always did with much fanfare and attitude. Mae looked up half sleep knowing just a half an hour ago she had feed Rose. The Colonel snatched the old potato sack Mae was using for cover off of her and the baby. Mae beg, “Oh Lawd, no Massa no, I gotta yougin sir with me. Her don’t need to see dis.” The Colonel looks down at the baby wrap in dingy rags and said, “That little pick-a-ninny is a sleep and she don’t know our pleasure, does she.” Before she could answer he reached out and ripped the front of Mae night dress. Here she was again revisiting her pass horrors, now with her baby present. Colonel Stockwell was rougher this time, still reeling from his wife interruption. Mae learned something from her past encounter with her master. She knew what to do in order to bring this session to a speedy end and she commences doing what was needed to be done. The small red child slept through the whole episode never disturbing her innocents.

She removed his boots and unfasten his pants. She did not wait to removed his pants she just bent and open her mouth to receive his penis. Mae could taste the pre-cum on the head of his violent tool. As her head bobbed up and down a yellow grin appear followed by light moans of pleasure. The Colonel than pull Mae by her hair up from his member that he may have full contact with her ample milk filled breast.

The Colonel said to Mae as continue to pull her forward, “Let me get a good gander at them breast you tease me with. He began to grope her breast, pulled, tugged and twisted her nipples as small agonizing cry of discomfort emitted from her mouth as milk flow from them. He took one hand and guided her to straddle him while the other hand continues to maul her breast.

Her mouth was not just an instrument for food intake, but just another hole to be useed. Often it was for cleanup and brings her master’s member to life. She would bob her head up and down while whirling her tongue to bring his cock alive again. Now, as his penis began to rise he grabbed her hair and pulled back her head so that she was looking at him and a clear access to her throat. In this position she would began to gag, but he continued to push her head forcing his member down her throat. When his massive organ had stiffen the face fucking was over.

The Colonel pushes Mae on her stomach and said to her, “Lift that big ass yo for me. Yes, get on yo knees like a good little bitch.”

He spread her ass cheek in preparation for penetration. He entered her just like he entered her cabin straight in with no fan fair. He pumped his member in and out like a dog grunting and growling. The Colonel like the pull of Mae anus ring as he pumped her ass, while holding her breast as if they were reins of a horse. He finally stood her against the wall and began to ram his cock in Mae ass to the point of just about every time he entered her feet would leave the dirt floor. He ferociously kept up his intrusive assault of her ass. Mae preferred this position because the Colonel held onto her hips instead of her breast. This position still came with pain for her breast it was rubbed up against the abrasive wall which inflicted nicks and scratches. In her mind this was the lesser of two evils.

As his legs got tired from standing he laid Mae on her back and lifted her legs and enters her ass one more time. Once again this gave him access to her breast at least without the use of his mouth. He twisted her large dark nipples as he began to climax. Deep in her ass he pushed letting go shot after shot of himself within her while he had her folded in half. He finally placed his head on her bruised breast as if they were pillows and went to sleep.

The next day Mae heard the horn announcing the time for them to get up and prepare for work. She dreaded this day, feeling exhausted from work she performed last night, between her master’s horrendous appetite and a small baby’s feeding her steps were slow. Mae left Rose with the old slave women who present job was to tend the small children who were not able to work. Some of these old women worked at Colonel Stockwell smaller farm. This place was also used during the summer as a place to keep the small child which the slaves called the sand hills. This place housed the children that could be away from their mothers for extended periods of time. Because of the age of Rose and her need for mother’s milk she stayed on the plantation.

Leaving her baby everyday was very trying for Mae. It was even harder leaving her with those old cackling hens as babysitters. As they watch Mae approach with Rose an old lady in her despair decided to make herself look good by tearing Mae down and make her the butt of the old ladies discussion. Old Miss Sadie started the discussion with, “Look at dat high and mighty Mae with dat yella gal.” When Mae approach the old hen displayed a radiate toothless smile, her name was Sadie who took the baby from Mae.

As soon as Mae was out of earshot the head hen Sadie commence her on slaughter, “Tat hoe thinks she better dan us, cause Massa paying her tention.” Chloe in turn stated, “Her aint the only one Massa fancies. That gal up in the big house, you know the one old Miss Sarah gave dat house wench a real lickin cause old Massa was given dat gal tention.” Miss Anna then replied saying, “You two old crows are no good and well dem two gals didn’t seek tention from de Massa. Him forces himself on dem and now dat poah Dorothy is a laid up with her back all mess up. Lawd knows iffen the Massa wants some poah purty young oman he just have her.” The two other old slave women had to agree with Anna on this subject.

Anna heart broke for those two young girls that was the object of the Colonel’s desire. She was blessed she did not go through that torture and helplessness, but she watched her brother go through similar circumstances. The villain was the overseer of the last plantation she lived on.

She was born on this small plantation and she believed she had a good master. He wasn’t one for late night visits to the slaves’ cabins. Now his overseer was a different story. He had an ugly red sunburnt face with two front teeth missing which always made him sound like he was whistling. He was told by the Master of the plantation not to have any sexual relationship with the female slave. The overseer was obedient when dealing with the females but his eye was not on them but the boys. Boys were his weakness.

Often Anna would spy him in the barn having some little or teenage boy sucking his penis and sometimes bent over a bale of hay. The few boys on the plantation did what they could to keep some distance from the overseer. What broke Anna’s heart was seeing her brother bent over the plow all the while the overseer banging his rear, literally you could hear his thighs rapidly slapping against her brothers’ butt. Sometimes she would see her brother ramming his long thick penis in the overseer. Her brother would hold the overseer’s hips pushing hard in his rear like he was trying to come out the other side.

Anna once said to her brother, “tell massa what he done.”

Her brother replied, “No need I’s take pleasure hurting him when he lets me. I’s push sometimes so hard wes have to stop, once I’s made dat dried shit bled. I loves dat. He’s been doin dis a long time I’s was a little chile when he started putting it in my mouth and he’s goin to continue. I’s no good fo no oman naw he made sure of dat. But the master did find out about the overseer’s love interest.

One day their master walked into the barn. All he saw was Anna’s brother curled around the overseer ass. Her brother had his arms wrapped around the white man. He was digging deeply with his penis into the overseer ass and hearing the overseer grunting like a pig. With every push a grunt the overseer would produce that grunting sound. Anna brother was whipped and later castrated; the overseer was fired. When it came to her brother she knew now that he could and would only be used as a girl. His ass will be used by anyone who liked boys just like those females vagina on this plantation.

It was near planting seasons and Mae was on the hoe gang. Hoers job was to make sure the land was clear and turned over for the planting of the crops. On Cyrus Manor, Colonel Stockwell grew cotton and also a large vegetable garden to feed his family and slaves. With the episode of the previous night Mae’s day did not start as planned. She arrived about five minutes behind the other members of the hoe gang, not knowing that Jackson the overseer was in a cantankerous mood. Unknown to Mae she will be the entity of his penned up hostilities.

Unlike Colonel Stockwell’s wife Sarah, Jackson’s wife Caroline kept tabs on him. Jackson’s desire was to indulge his pleasures on slave row as the Colonel does. That night the Colonel was indulging himself with Mae, Jackson was seeking the company of the twelve years-old Jenny. Jackson went to open the door of Jenny’s small and drafty shack which she shared with two slightly older girls when Caroline step out of the shadows and asked her husband, “What’s you doin Jackson.” Startled beyond belief by his wife sudden appearance; he had to formulate a lie quickly. He said, “The Colonel asked me to make sure them there nigger gals was in their cabin and resting for tomorrow. We’ve been havin some slow starts from them gals. Knowing the truth of his visit she then replied, “I’ll check on them, you go on back and eat your supper fore it gets cold.”

Mae because of her tardiness became his target. In his mind he was thinking, how come the Colonel can get relief and a change of pace but I cannot get nothing with this sow of a wife who forever in the way. When Mae was at her row Jackson called out to her, “You are late nigger.” Mae’s replied, “Sorry, sir it won’t happen again.” This did not satisfy Jackson he in turn said, “Come here gal and take off that rag. Boy come here,” as he point at Joe while he watch Mae slowly removing her dress. Joe came up to Jackson and he told Joe, “String this black bitch up on that branch right der.” Mae stood naked before all present as Joe approached. This was a death sentence for Joe, he secretly likes Mae, but he knew like everyone else, no one had access, for she was the master’s prize. Joe slowly tied Mae’s hands in front of her as he looked into her frightened face, with her light brown eyes as wide as saucers. He then tossed the rope over the hanging branch. Now he began to pull the rope tighter over the branch which made Mae’s arms extend over her head. Jackson screamed, “Boy pull that dere rope tighter. Them black feet better not touch a blade of grass.” With the anguish only a lover could feel, he pulled the rope tighter until Mae’s feet were six inches off the ground. After tying the rope to the trunk, he took one last look into Mae’s crying and pleading eyes as he return to his duties.

Jackson overcomes with lust upon the helpless young woman hanging before him. With his right hand he pulled the rawhide whip from his belt and with his left hand harshly squeezed her milk filled breast. His mind whirling with thought of rape and abuse he step back and raised his whip a blood curdling scream erupted from Mae as the first lash landed all the slaves in the field cringe in horror. Ten lashes were laid upon various parts of her body because with each lash Mae’s body would swing and twist. He left Mae naked and bruised body hanging by her arms all day until the horn blew to end the master’s work day. With permission, Joe gently removed Mae from the tree and carried her weak and swollen body back to her cabin.

Rebecca one to the old women watching Mae’s child met Joe at Mae’s cabin. Rebecca laid the little sleeping Rose on the pallet Mae had created for her. She washed Mae’s discolored body and rubbed her down with mountain tobacco to help alleviate the pain. When she was finished she asked Joe to leave and assured him she would not leave her or the baby. Rebecca’s compassion for Mae reached into the recesses of her mind for Rebecca had a similar story to tell.

When Rebecca was thirteen so many years ago, she was an urban slave living with her master and parents in a beautiful home in Boston. She became the attraction of her master’s eyes. He would often corner her in rooms in which it was her job to clean she would run and hide. Her master began to tire from this cat and mouse games he played with her and formulated a plan to have Rebecca. On a warm spring afternoon her master had Rebecca mother prepare him lunch and told her father to prepare the carriage for he wanted to have his noon meal by the stream a few miles down the road. He did inform Rebecca that she would accompany him to serve him on this leisurely afternoon.

When the two arrive in the area he would dine at, he had Rebecca spread the cloth out. As she began to lay out the cloth her master grabbed her around the neck with his forearm and squeezed. She passed out, later when she came to, she was naked with her master pumping his hips rapidly within her. Rebecca began to fight; kicking, scratching, and punching him. This only served to infuriate him, so he began punching her in her face repeatedly until she was unconscious. When he brought Rebecca home to her parents she was still unconscious, the blessing came because she was not awake while he continued bruising, biting, punching and sodomizing her. When her parents seem her they did not recognize the bruises and swollen face and there was nothing they could do about it.