Chapter 2

The walk back across the field was much faster than my crawl around it had been. Tara was excited that we were going to help slaves escape. I realized that we could be shot for doing it, but we could also be shot just because Mr. Tyler and his sons were assholes. At least this was a worthy cause. Then again, so was ridding the county of the Tyler brothers.

My dad and Wanda should have gone to the sheriff this afternoon, so Mr. Tyler had probably started rounding up men to look for us by mid-afternoon. Aside from the handful of men who worked for him, I hoped that he had a difficult time getting anyone from town to help with the search. Nobody liked him, not even the merchants that he frequented, although they were polite to his face. I overheard two of them talking about him once and they had nothing good to say about him except that his business helped make them prosperous.

When I questioned the escaped slaves about the death of Mr. Greene, they indicated that he and his son were the only two white people at the plantation with no more expected until late March. One of the Negro slaves acted as overseer, so nobody should be looking for them until we were long gone.

Isum had killed Mr. Greene in a fit of rage that I thought was entirely justified. Mr. Greene had sex with all the female slaves, keeping them pregnant to increase the number of slaves he had. He allowed most of the female slaves to set up house with another of the slaves if they wanted to. As long as her “husband” kept her pregnant, he left her alone. If she wasn’t pregnant soon enough for his liking, Mr. Greene would keep her at the house and “breed” her, like Isum called it when they had sex. Once she was pregnant, he let her return to her husband.

He did keep two female slaves for himself, though. Both women stayed in the house as housekeepers. Even when his wife was alive, he had used the female slaves for sex, having eight children by Isum’s mother. Four of the eight died before the age of two, leaving Isum, his brother Jimmey, and two sisters, Mahala and Sallie.

Mr. Greene brought the slave girls to live in the house when they reached womanhood and used them, too. With the younger girls, he wore a condom made of animal intestine. He had the girls make the condoms since they knew the danger of getting pregnant at such a young age.

“We blew them up to be sure they didn’t leak,” Mahala explained. Even in the dim light of our small fire, I could see the blush on her coffee-colored skin.

“He had a length of chain he used to measure the girls when they got older. When the chain no longer reached around the widest part of her hips, usually about the age of seventeen or eighteen, he stopped using condoms with that girl, intending to breed her,” she added.

Greene had only one child with his late wife, a twenty-year-old son. All seven slaves agreed that the son was lazy, preferring to drink and breed rather than help oversee the day-to-day operation of the plantation. Hoping to control his son’s drinking, Mr. Greene had stopped giving him spending money.

Angry, his son stole a quarter-eagle from his dad’s room and went into town to drink. His father noticed the money missing and blamed Isum’s mother since she was the only other person he allowed in his room. She protested her innocence, telling him that his son had gone into the room right before leaving for town.

Enraged, thinking that she stole from him and was now trying to blame his son, Mr. Greene stripped her and tied her to his bed, and then found her four children. He made them watch while he viciously raped her, slapping her face and breasts repeatedly as he berated her for stealing and lying.

When he came, he made Mahala suck his cock until he was erect again and proceeded to rape their mother in the ass. While he used all the slave women like that occasionally, he was always careful since he didn’t want to injure them. This time, there was no care. After shoving a fingerful of lard in her ass, he penetrated her in a single hard thrust and continued to fuck her while she cried and screamed in pain.

When he finally came, he got dressed again and faced her four children. “Make sure you tell everyone that I will not tolerate a lying, thieving slave,” he shouted. Then he drew his knife and cut her throat.

While her other three children were frozen in horror, Isum was so enraged that he hit Greene, knocking him out. Then he picked him up and squeezed him, not stopping when he heard bones snapping. He finally dropped Greene’s dead body when he was so spent that he couldn’t hold him anymore.

When Greene’s son came home drunk late that afternoon, Isum was in the house waiting and did basically the same thing to him. That night, they buried their mother’s body in the slave cemetery. When the Negro overseer heard the next morning what happened, he told the four that they had to leave. When the two deaths were discovered, a mob would be after the four of them, even though Isum had acted alone.

At the suggestion of the overseer, they took Greene’s best horses and mules, as well as all his rifles and revolvers. They also took half of the money he had at the plantation, and food for three weeks. They headed north, told that Ohio was to the north and was a free state. They had no idea where Ohio was other than “north,” and didn’t know they’d have to cross a river.

They and the overseer agreed on a story and agreed not to tell the other slaves what had really happened. The overseer would say that Mr. Greene took the missing slaves west to Missouri, intending to sell them to his favorite nephew, although none of them knew exactly where the nephew lived. He wanted to sell them because they were all related and he wanted to bring in new blood for breeding. Mr. Greene and his son had taken half of their money intending to take a steamboat to Natchez to buy more slaves on their way home so he could expand his plantation, something he’d talked about doing for more than a year.

The overseer said that he would wait until that night and put the two bodies in a spot along the river where the ground was swampy, weighing the bodies down with large rocks to make them sink into the muck of the river bottom where they’d never be found.

I felt better after hearing what happened, especially since nobody should be looking for seven runaway slaves anytime soon.

Tara agreed with my assessment. Once we crossed the Ohio, the slaves could strike out on their own or go with us. “I have a feeling they will want to stay with us--at least until we reach St. Louis,” Tara said. I had no problem with that, although I still wasn’t sure what I’d do to earn a living.

I could farm, hunt, and trap. I also had experience helping to build both wooden and stone structures, having helped build a house for each of my older brothers when they got married. We did some building on our farm and helped several neighbors build similar structures. Some neighbors repaid us by helping us when we had to build something, while others chose to pay us for our labor. Both forms of payment helped the family. That meant I could work as a carpenter or a mason. I’d even helped run cast iron pipe from our well to the house when I helped Dad install a hand pump so Ma didn’t have to draw water from the well and carry it into the house.

I’d never sat down before and thought about all the things Dad had taught us to do. All three of us boys could live independently and knew how to do enough to live comfortably or to find a job in the city. The last two years, Dad had sent me when he needed more limestone. I’d take four mules and load each with two baskets filled with limestone to take home. Once there, I helped Dad burn the chunks of limestone to make lime to use for making mortar or plaster, or to spread on the fields.

I’d been the one to find the salt lick where Wanda and I were headed when the Tyler brothers found us. I’d bring home a couple of baskets filled with crystalized salt each week for us to use preserving meat or to sell, not that salt licks or salt springs were uncommon in the area. Come to think of it, the Tyler brothers had to have purposely followed us since the salt lick wasn’t anywhere between their plantation and Mr. Conner’s place.

That made me angry all over again.

By then, Isum and company had arrived, but eyed Wizzer nervously. Once Wizzer noted that I wasn’t upset by the presence of the new people, he went to them and sniffed each of them.

“He’s just getting to know you,” I explained. We helped unload the two mules carrying their goods and made a rope corral to hold the animals for the night, hobbling the horses. Looking at their horses, they were every bit as good as Mr. Conner’s stallion and best mares. They had some good breeding stock among the horses. The mules were large, and all looked to be extremely strong.

We got to know each other a little better as we ate a late supper. Isum stunned me while we were eating. “We was talking while we loaded our mules and walked over here,” he said nervously. “We want you to be our Massa.” I was stunned, but saw the others nodding.

“You can even breed us,” Mahala offered shyly.

“First,” I replied, “once we cross the Ohio River, slaves aren’t allowed. None of the states we’ll travel through are slave states until we reach Missouri, which is where I intend to head. After that, we might go north to the Iowa territory and slavery isn’t allowed there, either.

“Second, why would you want to be slaves? I thought you were escaping to be free.”

“We thought we wanted freedom, too,” Isum agreed. “We found out that we don’t know enough to be on our own. Massa always told us what to do and when to do it. We learned to do the different jobs when we was young and most of what we know is plantin’ and pickin’.

“The one time I did something without being told to, I killed Massa Greene. I have no idea how we got here, and we had no idea where we was before you told us. We didn’t even know we had to cross a river. We need someone to tell us what to do and we think you would be a kind Massa,” he explained.

“I’ll think about it,” I replied, “but I don’t like the idea of slaves. You can still come with us without being my slaves. It’ll be safer for us if we travel together and easier to do everything we need done.”

That seemed to satisfy them, and we finished supper and went to bed. Tara was a wild woman once we were inside our tent. Before I knew it, we were both naked and she pulled me on top of her. “I need you, Lewis; make me your wife,” she whispered urgently. She didn’t even let me show her that I was willing to use my mouth on her, instead, guiding my cock to her sex and coating it with her abundant lubrication.

“Push it in--make me a woman,” she husked. I did what she asked and pushed. Finding her hymen, I backed off slightly and thrust again, ripping through it, causing her to gasp quietly. I stopped, waiting for her to tell me to start again. Dad had told me to do that when he explained about sex.

Once she told me the pain was gone, I started again, although I didn’t last long. Fortunately, Tara was as excited as I was and came right before I did. Afterwards, I held my weight off her but stayed on top, not wanting to move. After we kissed several times, she giggled quietly. “Did you see the way Mahala and Sallie were looking at you?” she asked.

“No, I was talking mostly to Isum,” I replied.

“Those two girls want you to have sex with them,” she whispered, although she didn’t sound upset.

“Won’t happen; you’re my wife,” I replied.

“Am I your wife now?” she asked coyly.

“You’ve been my wife since we slept together Saturday night, even though we didn’t do anything but sleep,” I replied, gently stroking her face.

“You know that a lot of slave owners have sex with both their wife and their female slaves,” she said suggestively.

I didn’t know what to say. It almost sounded like she wanted me to have sex with the sisters.

“What harm will it do if you agree to be their Master and let them know they can leave if they change their mind?” she asked.

“None, but I still don’t like the idea,” I replied.

“What if you agree to be their Master, let them know they can leave if they change their mind, and only consider yourself as the leader of our group?” she asked. “It would make them happy, and you could teach them all the things your dad taught you. In addition, we could have the sisters join us in bed,” she said suggestively.

“You want me to have sex with them?” I gasped.

“I want us to have sex with them, although there will probably be lots of times that you have sex with one of them and I’m not there,” she replied.

When I didn’t say anything, she continued. “Remember when I told you that I wanted you to use your mouth and fingers on me after we got married?”

“Yeah,” I replied cautiously.

“I wanted that because one of my girlfriends and I used to do it with each other,” she admitted. The vision of Tara’s face between the legs of another woman instantly made me hard again. “If we bring them to bed with us, they can use their mouths on me. While you guys were talking, they told me that their Master used to make them do it to each other all the time, even with their own mother.

“They wanted me to know that they would be willing to do it with me, too. They are used to sex several times a week and haven’t had any for almost three weeks. They’re desperate enough that they’re considering sex with their brothers. Those two girls were practically drooling when they looked at you tonight.

“If you don’t have sex with them, they’re going to become irritable and will make this trip miserable,” she warned.

“Fine, I’ll tell them in the morning,” I agreed--hesitantly.

“You need to go get the girls now. Tell them you agree to be their Master and bring them to bed with us tonight. They had to listen to us just now, and I hear their brothers having sex with their wives. Those poor girls have to be crazy with desire.”

I started to put my pants back on, but Tara stopped me. “You’re the Master, now. Just walk out there to the girls and tell them that you agree to be their Master and hold your hands out to them. They’ll be in your arms in a second.”

“Naked?” I squeaked.

“Yup, and I promise that the three of us will warm up anything that gets cold,” she chuckled.

I left the tent hesitantly. Isum looked up at me when I walked by him. “I agree to be your Master,” I told him, loud enough so the others could hear. Isum and his wife Edy were both still breathing hard from having sex. I was surprised to see Lucey under the covers with them, also breathing hard. I thought she was one of Jimmey’s wives.

I was also surprised at how widely he grinned. “That will make my sisters very happy,” he said. By the time I walked the few feet to where the sisters had been laying, they were both on their feet, grinning ... and naked. When they hugged me, I kissed both of them and noticed that their mouths and cheeks were wet and smelled like Tara’s sex did when she spread her legs for me earlier. I realized that they had probably been using their mouths on each other and I couldn’t wait to watch.

We were quickly back in the tent and the two girls knelt beside Tara while I lay back down. “Thank you Miss Tara,” they said almost simultaneously.

“One of you crawl down there and thank me,” she said, motioning to her sex as she threw back the blanket. “The other one should thank my husband.”

Mahala was closest to me and turned around, quickly engulfing my cock in her mouth. “I taste Miss Tara on you,” she chuckled as she sucked and licked me.

Seconds later, Tara began moaning. When I looked over, I saw Sallie’s dark face pressed between Tara’s white legs where my cock had been a few minutes ago. “I taste Master’s seed in Miss Tara, and blood, too. This was Miss Tara’s first time,” she said excitedly.

Mahala was disappointed when I stopped her. Watching three beautiful, naked girls, as well as watching one of them licking my wife’s sex and having another sucking my cum covered cock right after having sex with Tara had me nearly ready to cum again, but I wanted to take time to enjoy myself longer this time. I pulled Mahala down on top of me.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked nervously.

“No, I just want to take the time to enjoy you and your beautiful body. I enjoy running my hands across your bare skin and feeling your body. I enjoy the feel of you on top of me. Soon, I will want to be inside you and enjoy that, too,” I said as I pulled her face towards mine.

“You can’t,” she gasped just before I kissed her.

“Why not?” I asked.

“I just had you in my mouth. Massa Greene would never kiss us after that until we rinsed our mouth out,” she explained.

“I’m not Master Greene,” I said patiently. “I always kiss Tara after she uses her mouth on me to show her that I enjoyed it. I don’t know what your last Master did and didn’t do, but I got the impression that he used you for his pleasure and didn’t care about yours,” I said.

“It’s a slave’s responsibility to make her Master feel good and to see to his needs,” she explained.

“Well, this Master wants to make you feel good, too. I want you and your sister to look forward to sex with Miss Tara and me. Once my wife finally lets me use my mouth on her, I intend to use it on you and your sister, too. I also want to watch you and your sister using your mouths on each other and I will enjoy watching you with Miss Tara. Now, however, I think it’s time for me to enjoy you,” I said as I rolled us over so I was on top.

Mahala giggled and made sure her legs were spread wide so I had easy access to her sex. She was as tight as Tara had been when I entered her and she sighed happily when I was fully sheathed inside. “Breed me, Massa,” she whispered in a sultry voice.

That thought panicked me and I looked over at Tara. “Do it,” she insisted. “I want all three of us pregnant before we get to wherever we’re going.”

With Tara’s permission, I began fucking Mahala with abandon. She was just as wild as Tara had been, wrapping her heels behind my legs and pulling me into her as I thrust inside. She made a gurgling noise when I leaned down and gently bit her nipple the way Tara likes. “Oh, Massa, I’ve never felt this good being bred before,” she whispered excitedly.

I was surprised when a hand snuck in between our bodies and saw the white of Tara’s hand contrasted against Mahala’s dark skin. Tara grinned at me and started rubbing Mahala just above where we were joined. Suddenly, Mahala’s eyes opened in shock and her body spasmed beneath me. Her mouth opened but only quiet grunts came out. It felt like her sex clamped down on me and I quickly found myself coming, filling her with my seed for the first time. While I was excited to think that I might make her pregnant, I was concerned because I knew nothing about raising a baby.

“Too late now,” I thought to myself as I continued to pump cum into her. Like I had with Tara, I stayed on top of her and enjoyed the feel of her naked body beneath me. When I kissed her, she returned the kiss enthusiastically.

“It felt so much better without the condom,” she said. “Massa never lasted so long and I never got a climax with him,” she sighed dreamily. She giggled when I shrank enough to slip out of her.

Tara was there instantly, licking Mahala clean the way Sallie had licked her. “Your turn,” Tara said to Sallie. “Suck him clean and get him hard, then it’s your turn to be bred.”

I think I was hard before I was clean. Sallie was even more excited than Mahala had been. She also took all of me in her mouth and I felt the head of my cock slip into her throat, nearly making me cum right then.

“That was incredible,” I gasped, pulling her off my cock and then pulling her on top of me. I spent several minutes calming down while I played with her body. I was surprised that her hips were nearly as wide as those of her sister and Tara were, even though she was almost two years younger.

She giggled when she felt me constantly stroking the feminine curves of her hips. “Massa said my hips would be wide enough that he could breed me before summer,” she said. “Now you’re my Massa and you’re going to breed me,” she said happily.

“And that makes you happy?” I asked.

“Very happy,” she replied. “Massa Greene was usually gentle with us, but his son wasn’t. Even then, Massa Greene would climb on top of us and rut, leaving us lying there once he finished. I saw how you and Miss Tara pleasured my sis. I’ve never heard of a Massa pleasuring his slaves, but I like it and hope you breed me a lot,” she giggled.