Title: A Slave's tale
Author:Eskimo1958
Summary: Hardy is a slave on a large farm in pre-civil war Tennessee. He has a 
simple life of being the overseer and the number one breeding buck in the area. 
Keywords: MF, Mf, MfF, breeding, historical

I was in a deep sleep, when he came to my cabin. At first, I thought I was dreaming, hearing my name being called over and over, "Hardy, get up in there."

I sprung to my feet, grabbing my pants to cover my groin, as I staggered to the cabin door and opened it. I saw Mr. Rodgers standing in front of me, and he was clutching the arm of a small, hooded figure with his right hand. "Yes Mister Rodgers?"

He came up the two steps, almost dragging the figure along, as I backed into my cabin. "I've something for you to do, Hardy."

I went to the table, barely seeing in the dark, the only light being the low fire in the hearth. I took a stick and lit it from the fire, and went to my lamp, lighting it. It was a gift from Mister Rodgers, last year as a matter of fact, as I asked "Sure Mister Rodgers, I do anything for you."

"Take care of this lady. She is to be under your charge." He said, before turning and leaving my cabin.

I was in shock, as I turned, and took a look at the lady. I pushed her hood off her head, and with my big, black hand, I lifted her chin up, and I was a bit perplexed, saying "You's just a child. How old are you, girl?" She didn't say a word, just a mean, nasty look on her pretty brown face. I shook my head, not believing this. Why would Mister Rodgers bring me this girl? I've been a slave for his family since I was born, thirty-three years ago. He's a year younger than I, and now is the master of the land, his daddy passing away last spring.

I went to my cot, pulling her along, saying "I don't know why he wants me to watch over you. But if that's what he wants, I'll do just that." I then turned to her and ordered her "You get into the bed. I'll sleep on the floor, girl."

She looked at me, a suspicious look on her young face, as she laid her body out on the cot, and covered herself with my blankets. I grabbed a blanket off the shelf, and went and sat by the hearth, wrapped myself up, and watched her watch me. Sleep claimed her within an hour. As for me, I stayed awake, watching her, wondering what this was all about. Yes, I'm a slave. I'm also the farm's overseer, as far as work assignments go. Growing up with Mister Rodgers, him and I did everything together. Playing games, hunting, fishing, we did it all. When the previous overseer died, he talked his father into letting me take his place.

Morning light came, and I rose to my feet. I went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of pants and a cotton shirt. Putting them on, I heard the girl moving under the blankets. I turned, and she had the covers up underneath her chin. I said "I'll go to Polly and bring you something to eat.", as I went to the door, and stepped out into the chilly, early spring air. Polly's cabin was next door, and I opened the door and entered, seeing her standing there at the hearth, stirring the morning gruel.

She smiled, saying "Good morning Hardy. Who you got over there?"

I shook my head, as I grabbed two plates, saying "Dunno. Mister Rodgers just left her with me, telling me to watch her."

She scooped out some grub from the kettle, dumping it into bowls, saying "Well, she's not one of our girls, is she?"

As I went towards the door, carrying the morning's breakfast, I said "No, not one of ours."

About thirty feet and I was back to my cabin, opening the door and stepping inside. I cracked a slight smile, as I saw her still under the blankets. Going over to her, I handed her a bowl, and went to my dresser, and retrieved a spoon for her. After giving it to her, I said "Eat up."

She dug into it, as I watched as I ate. She was obviously hungry, as she quickly emptied the bowl. It was a bit lighter now, and I saw a mark on her right cheek. I reached over, and touched her face. She jumped, and I said "Easy girl, let me see your face." I turned her face to me with my right hand, and leaned over and lifted the covering over the window behind her, to get some more light. A big bruise covered the right side of her face, as I whistled and said "Darn girl, someone really smacked you good." I sat on the edge of my bed, and asked "So, what's your name, child."

She had a pouting face, as she said "I is not a child. My name's Rachel!"

She moved her face away from my hand, and I noticed her wince with pain. I suspected other injuries, as I pulled the covers off her lap. She was still dressed in the same tunic from when she arrived, as I asked "Where you from, Rachel?"

"Grosse Point." She replied.

That caused me to raise an eyebrow, as I remarked "That's Miss Susan's fathers place." I was about to ask her why she was brought here to Evergreen Plantation, when I heard the familiar voice of my master, Mister Rodgers, bellowing out "Hardy, come on out."

I jumped to my feet, and went to the door and stepped outside, finding him waiting for me. "Yes sir, Mister Rodgers."

He turned to walk, and I was quickly walking along with him. Once we were outside the area of the cabins, he started talking, first by saying "Hardy, is that girl all right?"

"Yes sir. She slept on my cot. I slept on the floor by the fire." He turned and looked at me funny, and I replied "You said to care for her and watch over her, sir. Didn't think you wanted me to breed her."

He snorted, "No, I didn't mention that." He shook his head, saying "She's yours to keep."

Now I was puzzled, "Keep sir? What you mean?"

Then he explained, "Remember about fourteen years ago? Miss Susan's daddy killed all his male slaves?"

"Yeah, I remember. He went crazy in his head, from what all I heard." I replied.

He sighed, "The reason he went crazy, was because one of his bucks knocked up Miss Susan's older sister, Rachel." He shook his head in disgust, adding "Poor Rachel, she was never the same after her birthing the black bastard child." A few steps, and he added, "Who happens to be the girl back there in your cabin."

I whistled long and hard, thinking if this situation. Then I said "So, who been beating her."

He laughed, saying "That happened yesterday. Miss Susan's brother was trying to have his way with her. The girl bit down on his manhood."

I smirked, saying "With all due respects sir, I'll think I'll wait a while before I try having my way with her."

He roared, slapping me on my back, saying "Don't blame you there, Hardy, don't blame you there." We were both smiling, as we approached the fields. The slaves were already out there, planting this years crops, as he went on, "War is coming, Hardy. Probably in a year, maybe the following."

"Yes sir, so I've heard." I replied. The rumor has spread throughout the south, especially amongst us Negro�s.

"What would you do if you were free, Hardy?" he asked.

"Free?" I shook my head, "Don't know Mister Rodgers. I mean, what could I do? Farm for you, I guess."

He stopped, turned, and asked "Really?" A half smile came to his face, and I nodded yes. He turned, and returned to walking "Good. I'm very pleased to hear that."

"Thank you, sir."

"I've decided to beat the rush, so to speak."

"How's that, sir?"

He chuckled, "There's going to be a war. No doubt about it. And, well, I don't see us southern states winning." He paused, hen he said "You can read and write, Hardy. Something that most of your kind can't do."

I interjected, "Only because I learned with you, sir."

"Yeah, that's right. That's why I'm going to start paying you, in case we don't win this war, you'll be drawing a salary, which I'll be paying you in cash, or, if you prefer, I'll keep it in the house and you can draw from it when you see fit."

I was in shock, as I said "Well, thank you. I'm not sure what to say." I quickly added, "I would prefer to draw on it, sir."

He smiled, tilting his head up to look at the sky, saying "I'll be paying you two dollars a week, Hardy. Plus, you'll be paid a percentage on your stud fee."

I laughed, saying "I've always enjoyed doing that for free, Mister Rodgers." Then it hit me, "What about the others?"

He said "They'll be paid as well, but they will not be told." He sighed, "If something is to happen to me, you can tell them. Miss Susan knows, and she is agreeable to the set-up." We walked a little farther, before he continued, "I'll put off going off to war as long as I can, Hardy. I've no sons, just my five daughters. So I've no one to watch over them nor the farm. Except for you and my slaves. I'm hoping that when the time comes, you can fill my shoes."

"I'll do my best sir."

He patted me on the shoulder as we walked, saying "Good. Now, it looks like Willie needs your help on the Armstrong acreage. You might want to get three of your boys out there and help him out."

"Yes sir." I said, as I started to turn away, before I said "Sir, what about the girl, Rachel? Should I work her?"

He stopped, turned his head, and said "She knows housekeeping, sewing and all, have Polly put her to work."

"Yes sir!"

With that, I went to the fields, and put in the usual ten hour work day. Polly brought out water and grub about high noon, and at the end of the day, I first went to my cabin, finding it empty. Going to Polly's, I found Rachel there, just sitting there. Polly was cooking, and I asked her "Has Mister Rodgers talked to you?"

"Yes," she replied, "I've been having Rachel work my garden, and sew some britches for the boys."

I smiled, as I took a seat at the table, waiting for the food. Looking at Rachel, I asked her "You okay?"

She smiled, somewhat nervously, saying "Yes sir."

I then said "Oh, Polly. I need another cot for my cabin."

She laughed, "I know. I had Lewis get you one, It's already been set up."

As she placed my food in front of me, I laughed, saying "Should have known."

I finished my meal, and looked over at Rachel, asking her "You eat?" She nodded her head yes. I rose, went over and reached out with my hand, saying "Come on then. You can finish the day by cleaning up my cabin." She frowned, as she reached out, and I took her small hand in mine. She got to her feet, and we walked outside, and then into my cabin. I handed her the broom, saying "Go ahead and sweep the place out. Then go fetch some water from the well. I need to wash up."

She glared at me, but she did as she was told. I went to my oil lamp and lit it. Then I went to the hearth and built the fire up. It was looking like it might be a cold one tonight, as I went out and brought some wood in. I started reading, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her leave the cabin with the bucket. A few minutes later, she returned, and sat the full bucket on the table. I looked up, and smiled at her. She sort of smiled, but then it became a frown. Standing, I took my heavy wool shirt off, and tossed it on the back of my chair. I then undid my belt, and dropped my trousers. I heard a gasp, and I looked over, as she was staring at my cock.

I chuckled, saying "What�s the matter girl? I know you've seen a man's cock before."

She stood there, mouth open wide, just staring at my body. I went about my business, as I grabbed a rag and started wiping my body down with it. It had been another long, hard day, as I wiped the sweat and grime off of me. I went to my dresser, and opened the second drawer, and pulled on a fresh, clean shirt. As I pulled it over my head, I said "I want my laundry done tomorrow. Polly has a line up to hang my things once you've scrubbed them clean." She had a frown on her face, as I asked "Didn't you bring any other garments to wear?"

"No sir." she replied. I turned back to the dresser, and pulled out a shirt, saying "Get out of those clothes, wash up and put this on." I tossed it onto he table, and she stared at it, then looked at me. I growled out "Get cleaned up now, girl. Or I'll wash you like you've never been washed." I went back to my reading table, adding "I don't need no woman stinking up my bed, you here?"

I watched, as she stepped closer to the table, and with her hands, she started to unbutton her blouse. With each button she undone, she would look nervously my way. She was sort of standing facing to my left, and when she pulled the blouse off her shoulders, I admired her firm, young breasts. Barely as big as a small squash, her light brown skin shined in the dark from the light of the fireplace and my lamp. She unwrapped her skirt, and lowered it down, and stepped out of it. Her waist, it looked like that if I put my hands on it, I could wrap my fingers about her torso, and her hips were just a bit bigger, but not by much. She turned around to wash herself, and I admired her long, smooth back. I smiled, as I watched her wash trey cheeks of her ass, perfectly round. My cock was starting to grow, as I admired her naked form.

When she was done, she picked up my shirt, and pulled it on over her head, the bottom hem hanging down to her knees. She then turned, looking at me, a questioning look on her face. I said "Okay, after you wash your feet, take the water and throw it out the window."

She did as I said, and then she came and stood in front of me. "Anything else, sir?"

"No Rachel, you can do as you wish." I said, as I picked up the newspaper. She stayed put, not moving, and I lowered the paper, and asked "What is it, girl?"

She looked at me funny like, and asked me "You can read?"

I chuckled, "Yeah, I can read. I grew up with this land's master. We did everything together, even learning to read, write, shoot, I can even to arithmetic."

"What's arithmadick."

"I can add numbers, count, subtract." I said.

"You a learned nigger?"

Roaring with laughter, I said "Yeah, I guess I am at that."

I was surprised, when I heard her say "I hear you're a breeding buck."

"Yes, I do service for the master. He lends me out to other farms from time to time." I responded.

"You goina do me?"

"Not tonight. You's too young."

She smiled, and it looked like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Then, a worried look, as she asked "When you going to do it?"

I took her hand, and pulled her to me, and then I easily picked her up and placed her onto my lap. "When you're body get's some weight to it. You haven't filled out enough to carry a child yet. Maybe in a year, possibly two."

She said softly, "Oh."

"How old are you, child?"

She sighed, looked up to the ceiling, "Thirteen, I think."

Yeah, according to Mister Rodgers, that would be about right. "Well, I've never done any girl under sixteen. So you probably have three years yet." I patted her ass, saying "Now, go get into bed. You�ll be working for Polly tomorrow, and I's sure she's lots of stuff planned for you."

She smiled, as she went over to the bed, and crawled under the covers. I returned to my paper, every now and then looking over at her as she was snuggled down underneath my blankets. She was watching me read, until I finally looked and saw her eyes closed, and the sound of he soft snoring filled my cabin. I read for an hour more, before turning down my lamp, and going over and throwing another log on the fire. Then I went to the bed, lifted the covers and got under them. She muttered something, not sure what, as I laid there on my back, and pondered the future.

I woke with her up against me, as I eased out of bed, and opened the window. It was going to be a warm one, as I went and pulled on a pair of trousers and buckled my belt. I went and had breakfast with Polly, telling her to go wake Rachel in an hour or so, and give her breakfast. And so it went, for the first few months. Spring turned to summer, and the weather got unbearably hot, even at night. By now we were use to each other, as we would sleep naked on the same bed. She had become my shadow, whenever I wasn't in the field, she was at my side.

It weans the first weekend of June, when Mister Rodgers had need for my other services. Another land owner had a woman he wanted to breed with me. She was brought to my cabin, which wasn't unusual. Sometimes they're brought to me, sometimes I'm brought to her. Being that I've a lot of work to do with the farm, what with the crops and livestock, Mister Rodgers had them brought to me in the spring through the fall harvest.

He told me a few days ahead of time, so I could anticipate her arrival. He left her in my cabin as I worked in the fields. I entered my cabin before dinner time, and found her sitting there, with Rachel. I grinned, seeing her, a nervous look on her face. I said "My name is Hardy, what's yours?"

She said "Rosa."

"Who's your master, Rosa?"

"Mister Summers."

I said to Rachel, "Go get dinner from Polly, girl."

Rachel got up, and I noticed that she was wearing a frown. Once she was gone, Rosa said "Your woman is nice. But a bit young."

I snickered. "Yeah, she is." I went to the table, Rachel already had my bucket of water waiting for me. I took my shirt off, I asked her "This be your first?"

"No Hardy, I've had three others."

"Good. I hate breaking in a woman for her first time."

I had my pants off, and she commented, "I see you're built for breeding."

"Yeah, the white men, they like to watch me in action." I said with a laugh.

"I've heard that."

As I started to wash my upper body, she stood, and I watched as she disrobed. I guessed her to be in her early twenties, with some weight to her. Her skin was blacker than my own, as her large breasts became exposed. "I've just finished nursing my last one."

"Good, you're probably ready to accept my seed then."

She came over, and grabbed my washcloth out of my hand. Then, she dropped her body down, and went to washing my prick. I smiled, as her hands moved the cloth along my black shaft, making it glisten as it started to grow. She took both hands to wash my balls next, tenderly. Her touch felt like feathers, as she gently washed one nut, then the other.

She stood, and took me by my hand and pulled me towards my bed. My cock was hanging down, full and proud, ready to knock up another bitch. She turned and laid down on the bed, and lifted her legs up, bending her knees, and moving so her heels were on the edge of the bed, same as her ass. Her sex was spread wide, and I took my finger and rubbed her slit. It felt wet, and I commented, "Looks like you're about ready, aren't you?"

She grinned, "Yeah, I've been feeling that way for a day or two now. Whenever I see one of the bucks returning from the field, my loins just feel very warm."

I heard Rachel come inside, but I didn't turn to se her, as I said "Put it on the table. I'll be done here shortly." I took my manhood in my hand, and rubbed the head about the entrance to her birthing hole. She groaned as I edged it inside, her walls stretching to accept the tip of my wide tool.

I sensed movement to my right, and Rachel was soon at my side, standing there, watching as I moved another inch on my cocks way to her womb. Rosa opened her eyes, grunting as I fed her hole another inch, and she saw Rachel. She smiled at the girl, not saying anything, as she just laid there, accepting my cock inside of her. Then, she closed her eyes, her face contorted, and I felt the walls inside spasm around my shaft, as she cried out loudly. This caused Rachel to jump, and she moved closer to my side, almost standing behind me. Rachel asked "Is she all right?"

Rosa was breathing hard, but she heard the girl, and she giggled, "Yeah girl, I is fine. I'm mighty fine."

With a chuckle, I withdrew my cock a few inches, then lunged forward, making her yelp, then a moan escaped from her mouth. I said "Sometimes, they act like that. The ones that like it, they say it feels real good, it gives them lots of pleasure."

I lunged forward once more, sinking the last of my cock into her, making her moan loudly once more. I smiled, as I started to pump in and out of her, her hole slick now with her juices, lubricating me nicely. I knew how to make a woman feel that good way, and to even give more pleasure, I took my thumb and moved it to the top of her slit, where a little nub protruded between the lips of her sex. I tweaked it, and her body shuddered, another joyous cry escaping her mouth. I grinned, knowing that I just made her happy once more. Her hips were moving with each time I moved, meeting my inward thrusts to smack the back of her thighs against my hips.

It didn't take long for me to feel that feeling, where my seed would rush through my cock, as I grunted and flooded her womb with my first glob of seed. It felt wonderful, as her tight hole milked it out of my cock. We smiled at each other, as I placed my hands on her breasts, massaging them gently. She sighed, saying "You sure can do a girl, Hardy."

I leaned forward, and kissed her lips, then standing, I stepped back, my long prick falling out of her hole. Rachel stood there, as I went to the table to eat, just staring at Rosa's hole, as my spunk oozed out. I chuckled when Rachel asked "Did it hurt?"

Rosa laughed, and she sat up, saying "No child, it didn't hurt at all." She grabbed her blouse and pulled it onto her shoulders, before closing the front of it, covering her breasts from view. She reached down and grabbed her skirt, and stepped into it, and pulled it to her wide hips.

"So, it felt good?" asked Rachel.

Rosa looked at the girl, then at me, and said "You ain't done her yet?" I shook my head no, as I chewed my food. She took Rachel's hand, and said "Yeah, it felt reeeeallll gooooood!" She then kissed the young girl on the cheek, adding "When the time comes, I know that Hardy here will make you feel just as good."

Rosa took a seat, and started to eat. I still hadn't bother to pull on my pants, as I knew once I was done eating, I would be nailing her again. Rachel came and sat on my other side, and she looked down at my lap. She started to eat, and in between each mouthful, she would look at my cock. I finally asked "What you doing?"

"Looking."

"Why?"

"I'm waiting for it to get big again."

I heard Rosa snort, and I said "Well, I ain't ready, eat you food."

Rosa then said "When you're done, you can help him get big, okay?"

I turned to glare at her, as Rachel said "Okay, but how?"

Rosa was wearing a big grin, as she said "Don't worry, I'll show you, little one. Once we're done eating."

I stated "I'm not sure if that is wise."

She smirked, and didn't say anything else. I was done eating first, and I stood and went to the bed, and laid down on it. About ten minutes later, the two of them came over. Rosa stripped her clothes off, and as she pulled her skirt off, she said "Come on girl, get out of them clothes."

Rosa climbed onto the bed, and then over me, her heavy breasts swaying as she moved. She sat on her right hip, and I reached down and grabbed a breast, smiling as I squeezed it. Rachel was soon naked as well, and she was on my right, sitting on her left hip. Rosa grabbed my cock, lifting it up, and she leaned to take the head in her mouth. I moaned as I felt her swirl her tongue around the head of it. Rachel exclaimed "Ewww, that's disgusting!"

I snorted, saying "Not sure if you should show her much more. I've heard she has a tendency to use her teeth."

Rosa looked at me with a strange look on her face, and then Rachel said loudly, "My former master tried to shove his thing into my mouth, so I bit into it."

Rosa was laughing, and she released my cock from her lips, the head of which was glistening from her wet mouth, as she said "Well, don't bite on this one, okay?" Rachel nodded her head, as Rosa went on to say "Okay, now you do it." Rachel made a face, and Rosa said "Come on, it ain't goina bite ya."

I snorted, "Shit, I'm afraid of her biting me."

Both ignored me, and I watched as Rachel lowered her face to my cock, as Rosa held it up, both hands gripping it firmly. Rachel stuck her tongue out, and flicked it over the tip. She looked at it for a second, then she sucked the head into her mouth. I smiled, as she sucked my prick. Yeah, it grew. Damn near all the way in just a few heartbeats. She moved her face up and down, her lips sliding on my cock, and her eyes darted my way, then at Rosa, who was smiling.

Rosa then said "Okay girl. It's there, time for me to take it for another ride." Rachel stopped sucking, and sat up. She moved as Rosa swung her body over mine, and lowered herself down, impaling herself on my tool. She groaned, a happy groan, as her body accepted my cock all the way inside. I reached up with both hands, grabbing her breasts, as she moved her hips back and forth. She had her eyes closed, a smile on her face, and I could feel my cock throbbing, as her silky birthing hole gripped my shaft.

Rachel was sitting next to us, watching in wide eyed amazement. But what happened next was what amazed me. Rosa opened her eyes, and turned her face towards Rachel. She grabbed her left hand, and said "Get on behind me." I watched, as Rachel, moving so slowly, did as she was told. Rosa stopped moving, waiting for Rachel's body to be pressed up against her back. Rosa smiled, and pulled Rachel's hand down to where we were joined. She guided Rachel's fingers to her sex, and said "There, rub me there. Use your other hand to rub yourself in the same place you're rubbing me."

As soon as Rachel started rubbing Rosa's sex, Rosa moaned, and an even bigger smile came to her face. I noticed her hole tightening up even more, as it felt like her body was trying to strangle my cock. She felt so tight, that I groaned loudly, as I felt my cock wanting to empty itself inside her body, but it couldn't.

I noticed Rosa's breathing, or rather her panting. I could feel her breasts shake in my hands, as her chest was expanding then deflating rapidly. And her eyes, they were like narrow slits, her mouth hanging wide open, as if she was running for her life. Then, she went stiff. Her whole body went rigid for a short spell, and that was followed by the loudest scream that I've ever heard come from a woman I was breeding. Her whole body shook as she screamed. I could hear the dogs howling in response, and I heard myself grunting and groaning, as I trusted my cock upwards into her, my seed being shot off inside her hot body. And what was even more amazing was little Rachel behind her, as she cried out as well. Not as loud, but enough of a moan to be heard.

Both of them collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my long, broad arms about them both. Rosa kept repeating "Oh my!" over and over, as we all rested and caught our breath.

We were all covered with a thick coating of sweat, as I heard someone outside shout out "Hardy? You okay in there?"

I laughed, "Yeah Polly, I's just fine."

Rosa chuckled, as she moved her lips to mine and kissed me, our tongues meeting and sliding around each others mouths. Damn, I felt my cock twitch some, as it didn't even deflate any. Usually, I would go slack for a spell, but this time, it was different.

Rachel slid off of Rosa's back, and onto her side to my left, up against the wall on the bed. I sat my body up, and Rosa wrapped her thick legs about my waist, and she groaned, my cock getting thrust deeper into her hole. We kissed some more, and my fingers played with her stink hole some. I could feel the moisture of her juices and mine at her crack. I then scoped up some of that cream from around where we were joined, and gently eased my finger into her asshole. She jumped, her eyes flying open at the sudden intrusion. Then, she smiled, as she kissed my lips, and rested her chin on my right shoulder. I started moving my finger in and out of her tight ass, and I noticed her hips started bucking, her sex grinding and twisting on my prick.

We stayed coupled like that for a long time, and I was amazed at the reaction of her body, for every so often she would stiffen and cry out, then a satisfied sigh coming from her mouth, before she would kiss my neck or nibble at my ear. After about the fifth or sixth time, I moved our bodies, causing Rachel to get out of our way, and I ended up behind her, as she was now on her front, her knees pulled up, causing her ass to stick up into the air. I grabbed a hold of her wide hips, and jammed my cock back into her hot flesh, and I started pounding my tool in and out of her body. Her arms went out in front of her, clutching the bedding, as she grunted loudly, like an animal, pushing back against me with her own strength, her body wanting more of me. I then stiffened, and I could hear myself roar, as I emptied deep inside of her.

I was panting again. This black beauty really did a number on me, I thought, as I got off the bed, and walked over to the table and sat in the chair. Rachel was sitting at the foot of the bed, looking at Rosa's freshly spared hole, and then at my shaft, as it laid down against my thigh, still wet and glistening from the very satisfying breeding session we just had. Then, I was amazed, as Rachel reached out towards Rosa, and touched her sex. Rosa moaned, and mumbled something, what, I wasn't sure. Hell, I was exhausted, as this was the wildest breeding in all my years. Rachel brought her fingers to her mouth, the same fingers she had just used to touch Rosa's sex, and she licked them clean. I chuckled, and she looked my way.

"Get a better taste than that, girl." I said.

She looked at me funny, then, she surprised me even more, by turning to Rosa, and moving closer, her face getting into Rosa's backside. I saw Rosa jump, and her eyes flew open, another soft moan coming from her mouth, as she turned to look at me first, then over her shoulder to see who was behind her. She just smiled, and laid the side of her face down on the bedding, closing her eyes, and saying "Yes, that does feel good, child." A sharp gasp, and I saw her body quiver, and she said "Oh god, move your tongue down, oh, there."

Her face contorted, and then, an ear piercing wail flew out of her mouth. Damn! I was truly amazed. I've heard of women pleasing other women with sex with their mouth's, and even men pleasing men, but I never thought that I would see it. Rachel moved away from Rosa's ass, and Rosa responded with a whimper. My little woman climbed off the bed, and came to stand before me. She had a look of curiosity on her face, as she looked down at my black shaft. With both hands, she gripped it, and then she lowered her body to her knees. She looked up at me, a questioning look on her face, and I had a slight laugh, before I said "Go ahead, clean it off."

She grinned, as she ran her tongue all around my slack cock. I just leaned back, enjoying it greatly. It took a while, but soon I was rock hard. She stopped sucking my cock, and she stood up, asking "Can you put do me?"

I was stunned at first, but then I smiled, taking her arm into my hand and pulling her onto my lap, saying "No baby. I need my spunk for her. I need to breed her." She got all pouting like, and I laughed, and kissed her face. My right hand fell to her sex, and I ran my fingers through her slit. She moaned, as she laid her head against my shoulder. She had her eyes closed, as I started to play with her little button, hoping to get her into a highly aroused state. She turned her face, and soon I was kissing her lips, our tongues feeling like fire as we explored each others mouths.

I felt movement, and looked to see Rosa walking towards us. She had picked up the broom, and she had a sly smile on her face. Rachel had her round butt on my left thigh. Her left foot was up on top of my left knee, while her right leg was stretched out across my right thigh. My cock was up against her knee, and she had her fingers of her right hand around it, tugging it hard. My hand left her crotch, and went to her breasts. I lowered my face to it and licked her dark, hard nipple. She let out a sigh, enjoying the feeling. If she felt Rosa�s hands on her thighs, she didn't seem to pay any mind to it. Nor did she open her eyes to look down as Rosa slid her tongue into her sex, just a soft and satisfied moan coming from her partially closed lips.

And I watched intently, as Rosa took the end of the broom handle, and rubbed the tip at Rachel's opening. Rachel groaned, and I saw her hips flex. Damn, her body was acting like she was wanting it, wanting it big time. Rosa worked her button with her tongue, as she started to slide the wood pole into Rachel's tight, young hole. Rachel started moving her hips, her body wanting more of that wood, as well as Rosa's tongue. I grabbed her breast, and planted my mouth on hers, as her grunts were mixed with moans of pleasure.

It didn�t take long for the girl to scream into my mouth, and her body going stiff. I heard a loud cracking noise, the sound of wood snapping. I broke the kiss, as Rachel moaned loudly, to look down at Rosa. She was looking at the broken end of the broom handle, a shocked expression on her face, as she said "Damn." softly. She then turned to me, then she looked at Rachel's sex, staring at the other end of the broken piece of broom handle, sticking out of Rachel's hole. She dropped the broken piece, and grabbed the one in the young girls cunt, and pulled it out, Rachel's sex offering some resistance to it being removed from her body. "Damn girl, you're cunt snapped that wood in half!"

Hmmm, I've never heard that word before, in all the years of breeding these bitches. I commented "We've a snapping cunt, huh?"

Rosa chuckled, as she put her face back into Rachel's crotch. Rachel jumped at the feeling of Rosa's tongue, then exhaled hard, a sweet smile now on her face. A smile of complete happiness. And my cock was rock hard, wanting to make her even more happy. But, I had a job to do. I stood and carried her to the bed, and laid her down upon it. Rosa was smiling, as I turned and looked at her. She turned around, and bent her body at her hips, placing her forearms on the table. Yeah, it was time. Time again to add another load into her waiting womb.

I was obviously too engrossed in the activities that had happened so far, as a voice I recognized spoke from by the fireplace, saying "Quite a show, Hardy."

I chuckled, as I slipped my cock into Rosa's body once more, making her grunt as I bottomed out, my balls bouncing off the back of her thighs. "Yes sir, Mister Rodgers. It's been a pleasure to provide it." Hell, no lying there.

I saw out of the corner of my eye, as he walked to my bed, and looked down upon the naked body of Rachel. I was thrusting hard into Rosa, as I heard him comment, "You've bred her yet?"

"No sir." I was grunting, as I smiled, and commented "Waiting for a rainy day."

He roared with laughter, coming over and slapping me on the back. I was almost there, and then with one final lunge, I groaned, feeling my load flooding her womb once again. He said "Well, how many times you've done her this evening?"

I thought back, "I think three, Mister Rodgers."

Rosa groaned out "Oh god, try four." She raised herself up, and said "He's done me four times, sir." She looked down at his crotch, and reaching out, she grabbed his hard cock through his pants, and asked "Would you like to put a fifth in me, sir?"

My master howled out with laughter, saying "No girl. I'm getting paid for Hardy to put a baby in you. If a mixed one comes out, I�d have to repay your master." He sat down on the chair, as I pulled my deflating cock from Rosa's tight hole. I wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead, and sat down in the chair, exhaling hard. Rosa stood, and walked gingerly to the bed. "Well Hardy, you've been teaching her well."

I smiled, "You must have been watching for a long while."

He grinned, "Before you even got her to get the hounds to howl." He stretched out his legs, and said "Get dressed, we need to go for a walk."

I stood, and went to fetch my pants. After pulling them up and buckling my belt, he stood, and I followed him out the door. We cleared the slave cabins, and were walking along side the road to his house, when he said "Hardy, what happened in there impressed me."

"Really sir? How so?"

"What Rachel did. That girl, she's like her mother. God rest her soul." I was a bit puzzled, before he said "Miss Susan's sister loved to fuck the bucks. But, she also liked the women as well. She loved sleeping with her Handmaids."

It hit me what he meant by that, "Sir, you mean, she had sex with women?"

A hearty chuckle, as he said "Oh yeah. Miss Susan said she caught her older sister on more than one occasion going down there on a slave bitch." Some more chuckling, as we walked some more. "Well Hardy, you'll have your hands full with that one. Susan's noticed that she's taken a liking to you."

"That's good sir. Since she's got teeth." I said, jokingly.

He roared with laughter, as he patted me on the back, saying "Well, go on back, take care of that breeding, and have a good night."

I started to turn, saying "Yes sir."

But he stopped me, saying "Oh, and Hardy, don't do any breeding this week, you've a trip to make next Saturday to do some woman over in Coffee County."

"Yes sir." I said, as I headed back to my cabin. Entering, I found Rachel in my bed, sound asleep, and Rosa sitting in a chair at the table, still naked. We smiled at each other, as she stood and walked my way. Damn this bitch felt fine. Soft big titties, and a round ass. My cock was rising rapidly in my pants as she rubbed her belly against it. We didn't say a word, as she leaned back onto the table, as I dropped my trousers, and eased my prick into her hot hole. She moaned, as she closed her eyes, a smile on her face as I did her right there on the table. The table creaked as I went slowly, savoring this one, as she would whimper from time to time, whenever I would stop moving, her hips bucking, wanting me to finish her, but still wanting me to go on forever. Then, with one final lunge, I sank my root all the way in, and I groaned loudly, as I emptied my seed, hoping that this time will cause her belly to swell.

I stepped back, covered in sweat, and I collapsed in the chair. She went to the pail of water, and brought it over, and with a wet cloth, she bathed my black skin, from the top of my head, to my toes. I smiled as she paid close attention to my cock, somewhat limp, but serviceable if needed. Once she dried me off, we went to my bed, and crawled in. I thought she would go to sleep, but her mouth was soon on my cock, getting me hard. Then she climbed on top, and sank her body on my shaft, a satisfied groan coming from her mouth. I thought she would ride me, but instead, she laid her body down on top of mine, using me for her mattress, as she kissed my chin, turned her face to the side and laid it on my chest, and sighed, content and stuffed with my prick. I just smiled, and fell a sleep, satisfied as much as her, I was sure.

She woke me three times during the night, riding my post and taking my baby-making stuff deep inside of her. And each time, Rachel would be laying next to us, eyes opened wide, taking it all in, her hands rubbing our bodies, feeling where we were joined at times. In the early morning light, I heard Mister Rodgers holler out, "Hardy, bring her on out."

I shouted out "Yes Mister Rodgers." as the three of us jumped out of the bed and scrambled for our clothes. I was out first, followed by Rosa and Rachel. I said to Rachel, "Get over to Polly's and get us some grub girl." I playfully swatted her ass, and she squealed with laughter. Mister Rodgers grabbed the arm of Rosa, saying "Well Hardy, I sure hope you did the job."

I had a big grin, as I said "I tried my best, sir!"

Rosa smiled, saying "He sure did, Mister Rodgers."

He laughed, shaking his head, as he led her away towards the main house, while saying over his shoulder, "You've work to get done, Hardy."

I just grinned, as I went and ate breakfast, then went to work in the fields. After dinner, I was exhausted. I washed my body of the sweat and grime of the day, and crawled into bed even before the sun had sat. Rachel scrambled in under the blanket next to me, naked as usual. I was starting to nod off, when I felt her tiny hand on my cock, stroking it softly. I chuckled, saying "Don't do that, girl."

She stopped stroking, but she held on, as she sighed, and after a short bit of silence, she stated softly, "I want you to put a baby in me too."

I turned my head, cracking open an eye lid, and said sternly "Not for a few more years."

She protested with "But Rosa said she had her first one by the time she was my age. And so did Polly!"

I sighed, "But they're bigger women. You's just a little thing." I said, as I patted her firm little ass.

"I think I can take it." she protested, before adding "Look what I did with that broom stick!"

I snorted, "Yeah, you did splinter that to hell and gone." But I shook my head no, as I said "But still I ain't doing you any time soon. You be too tight."

"Can I try?" she meekly said.

I replied sternly, "No, not tonight!"

There was enthusiasm in her voice, as she exclaimed "Tomorrow night?"

Laughing, I said "Girl, if you don't start going to sleep, I be smacking you ass."

She giggled, as she kissed my cheek, saying "No you won't." Damn little bitch, she knows me. "If you tongue me, I bet you get me wet enough to take all of you."

I sighed, "You ain't going to give it up are you?" She shook her head no, as I turned my head, closed my eyes, and said "Let me rest, child. I's too tired to argue with you right now."

The girl would have none of that, as she kept up mouthing my shaft. I just let her go, enjoying her wet, warm lips and tongue, as I eventually drifted off to sleep. Well, every night she would come to my bed, her naked soft brown skin up against my much darker black skin. And every night, she would suck my tool like it was candy. I went to sleep after filling her little mouth with my baby making stuff. Summer turned to fall. I had a few breeding sessions during that spell. Nothing unusual. A woman would be brought to my cabin, or I would go to hers, and we would spend the night, or two, with me filling her with my cock. Then the harvest came. It was a good harvest, and Master Rodgers treated us right at the end of it, giving us a fat pig, and telling us slaves to have a good time. He even gave us an extra barrel of corn squeezin's! It was a wild party, that Saturday night. Me and the other bucks, we sort of overdid it, as we took the women and had one wild night of it. And Rachel, even though I was feeling pretty good, I kept her under control, not letting her join in. Well, not letting her mate anyway.

The next morning, I was a mess. Little Rachel was on my chest, and Effie, a dark skinned girl of about nineteen, was at my side. I chuckled, feeling the pain in my head, and in my groin. I remembered bits and pieces, of me taking Effie, while she had her face buried in Rachel's sex. Poor little Rachel, the whole time pleading for me to enter her, to start a baby inside of her. I moved the girl off of me, and climbed out of our bed. Yeah, I consider Rachel my mate, even though I haven't done her yet. I washed up, getting ready for Sunday morning church. I barked out to the girls to get a move on. They were rather slow about it, their tired naked bodies writhing on the bed. Another shout, and they were moving a bit faster.

Church was fine, with lots of singing, and me doing some preaching. but my head hurt awful bad while doing it. And afterwards, us colored folk had a picnic by the pond, as Polly and the girls made a bunch of fried chicken. I was relaxing under the big oak tree down by the spring, laying up against the massive trunk when I saw Mister Rodgers approaching. Rachel was at my side, as usual, and she jumped to her feet, seeing him first, saying "Hello sir."

I was trying to get up, when he said, "Don't bother Hardy, I'll join you all down there." And with that he did. He made small talk at first, as Rachel snuggled up against me, wearing her finest Sunday dress, and me in my finest Sunday suit. Mister Rodgers, he was dressed nice, as he and Miss Elizabeth must have just returned from town and their own church services. Then, he said "Hardy, no women for a week, okay?"

I chuckled, "Sure Master Rodgers, you've a job for me?"

He said dryly, and I noticed some concern in his voice, "Yes, over at Nunley Hill."

I was a bit surprised, "Nunley Hill, sir?"

"Yes, Mister Nunley cornered me this morning after church. He wants you to take care of three women next Saturday night." He replied. He didn't sound happy when he told me this. But I shrugged it off, as he went on about other matters, such as planting for the next season, and also about taking me hunting in a month. I was looking forward to that, as I loved using that old rifle. It's a old Kentucky, shoots fine of you aim good. He soon got up, after shaking my hand. One thing about Master Rodgers, he sure is a nice man, even if he does own us Negroes.

I've heard stories about other owners, from the area and from afar. Some are down right brutal, and nasty. And, from what I've heard, Mister Nunley is one man that has made a name for himself as a mean man. I've heard stories, how he flayed one of his Negroes that dared cross him, and it was over something simple! The whole week, I didn't have any relations with any of the women, per Master Rodgers orders. On Saturday, right after our noon meal, Master Rodgers showed up, saying "Hardy, time to get going."

I rose from my cot, leaving a frowning Rachel behind. I had taken to using my fingers on the girl of late. Thursday night, I got her moaning, her whole body convulsing as I worked my fingers into her hole. The girl was now wanting more, but I was not giving in. At least not yet. It was a three hour wagon ride over the mountain and then on to Nunley Hill. Along the way, Master Rodgers told me that I was to spend the night there, as he was also.

We pulled up the lane, and he guided the wagon to the barn beyond the residence of Mister Nunley. I had never seen the man before, but soon I figured it was him that came strolling out of the barn, a big smile on his face, puffing on a pipe. My master, he climbed down, saying "Hey George." as he then shook hands with the man.

Mister Nunley replied "Hello Levi, glad you could bring your nigger." He looked over Master Rodgers shoulder, and said "My main buck Willie will show him where to go for the time being."

He motioned for another slave to go to me, as he and my master headed off towards the main house. I stepped down off the wagon, and Willie said "You must be Hardy."

"Yeah, you the head nigger here?" I asked.

"Sort of. Master Nunley, he don't allow us boys to get too much power. Come this way." I followed him towards the large barn and on past it. Looking about, I saw the other slave hands. All looking at me, and there was fright in their eyes. Now I've seen scared eyes before, but nothing like this. I guess all I've heard of this man is probably true. We came to a cabin, and I stepped inside behind him, as he motioned for me to sit. He went to a shelf, and pulled a jug off, and poured me a drink, and handed it to me, saying "Master Nunley says us Negroes need plenty of drink when we're rutting with the bitches."

I raised an eye at that. Master Rodgers, although he allows us to have some liquor from time to time, it's few and far between. Of course, Master Rodgers himself doesn't indulge in the spirits much either. After I took a sip, allowing it to mellow in my mouth, I asked "So, who are these women I'm to breed?"

He looked at me funny, and looked around, "Us niggers aren't allowed to talk about what Master Nunley's plans are. We just carry them out." He had that scared look as well. I wanted to press the issue, but I didn't. We sat there for what seemed like forever, waiting for my services to be needed. Finally, a young slave boy came into the door, saying "Master Nunley say to bring him to the barn, Willie. Only he wants him neekid."

He looked at me, and I snorted, as I stood, and peeled off my shirt and stepped out of my trousers. I pulled my boots back on, saying "I always keep these on. Master Rodgers gave them to me as a gift. Sure don't want to loose them." He looked at me, astonished at what I had just said. And even more astonished when he saw the large knife strapped to my boot. I then followed him out of the cabin, and the short walk to the back of the barn. We entered a small door, and I could hear people talking. We were in a side room, and through the cracks of the boards, I could see a crowd of people inside, maybe twenty in all, all male. They were looking towards my left, to something that I could not see. But I heard Mister Nunley, bellowing out something about justice being served. And I caught the voice of my master, telling him that he's insane.

A moment later, and the door leading to where everyone was opened, and Master Nunley popped his head in, a big grin on his face, as he said "Come on, Willie, lead him out here."

Willie grabbed my arm, and I jerked it away, giving him a glare. I then walked towards the door, and looked about. I heard someone from the crowd shout out "Look at that nigger cock!"

But I didn't look their way. I was looking at what I saw to my left. Two young women, or rather, just barely girls. Maybe in their early teens, wearing just blankets, and they were holding each other tightly, crying, looking at two things, back and forth. The first item they were looking at was a woman, tied down, spread eagle on a bench, totally naked, and she, like the girls, were not black, but nor were they white. I surmised them to be Indian. And the other item, was hanging from the rafters. A man, white, naked. A rope was tied around his wrists, his limp body hanging down, and he was moaning.

"Well gentlemen. Justice will now be served.", bellowed out Master Nunley, as he ranted on to say "My overseer here," He pointed up to the hanging man, "Jasper Conners. He stole from me. So, to make amends, his wife and daughters are going to produce me some more slaves."

Master Rodgers mumbled out "This is ridiculous, George."

Nunley shot back, "I already paid you, Levi. If you can't stand the sight of it, maybe you should leave." He looked over into a corner, saying "Bessie, get over there and get that nigger good and hard."

A young black girl came out from the shadows, and came to in front of me. She got down on one knee and started to suck my cock. I was looking down, but my head jerked up when I herd the crack of the whip. Nunley just laid into his former overseer, and he didn't stop, as he shouted out "Get a good look, Jasper. Watch your wife take a nigger!"

I looked over at my master, and his face was red with anger. He turned to me, and I pleaded with him. I've done hundred of breeding, but nothing like this. And I really didn't want a part of it. He waved with his hand for me to start, as he turned to watch Nunley whip the poor man. I was hard, as I stepped over to the prone woman. Her mouth was gagged, as I put my hands on her thighs. I admired her body, guessing her to be my age, her copper skin was beautiful, as were her breasts, which jutted up off her chest. I rubbed my cock up her slit, and I could tell she was dry. So I worked a finger into her hole, getting it loosened up before I tried entering with my staff.

Then, the deed began. She grunted as I put the head of my cock inside of her hole. Her eyes bugged out, and cheers erupted behind me from the men that were there to witness the event. I pulled out, and eased another three inches in, causing her to grunt again. And after five times of doing this, my balls were against her skin. I then started stroking my manhood in and out of her body, as I saw a tear flow from her eye. She was looking at her husband, and I looked that way, just as his last breath escaped her mouth, causing her to scream into the gag.

I was almost there, ready to empty inside of her, and a few more strokes, my ass clenched, as I filled her womb with my seed. AS I pulled out of her limp body, I head my master shout out "He's dead, George."

My face was lowered next to her cheek, and I whispered out "I's sorry." She just whimpered, mumbling something into the gag. But what, I had no idea.

I looked up, and George pointed at the woman, saying "Well, get her off of there, and get started on one of the daughters, boy."

I pulled out my knife, cutting the bonds that had her tied to the bench, and she rolled off to the right, towards Nunley and my master. I reached over to one of the daughters, the tallest of the two, who shook her head, and cried out "No, no." repeatedly.

My master screamed out "This is enough." And I froze, looking his way, as I had already pulled the girl onto the bench, her blanket still covering her torso, but her ripe, young sex in plain view. Then, I felt it. I had put my knife back inside my boot just a second before. My master and Nunley were still arguing, as I felt the knife leave my boot. I had both my hands on the girl, when I looked down, then my eyes followed in horror as the girls mom, my knife in hand, swiftly moved towards the two arguing men. It was over in seconds, the knife moved quickly across the front of Nunley's throat, and she was just as quick out the door, escaping into the night. I dropped the girl, and looked at my master, holding up the dying man, as blood sprayed all over the place, covering me, the girls, and my master.

He looked at me, saying "Get her.", and with that, I was out the door, giving chase. As I ran, finding the woman's trail was easy, and after a minute, I knew I was close behind her. I could hear shouting behind me, as well as the sounds of guns being fired, as I continued with my pursuit. I've hunted with Master Rodgers hundreds, if not thousands of times, as I followed her trail. Easy to pick up, as she was barefoot, and it had rained. The full moon made it easier, when I smiled, as I came across her naked form, laying on the ground. I reached for her, and she swiped towards me with my knife. But I was ready, as I grabbed her wrist, saying "Come on, if you want to live." I saw the look in her eyes, eyes filled with fright, and with hatred, as the slaves of Maser George Nunley. I took my knife, slipping it back into my boot, and picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder, I started running, but not towards from where I had left, but away from the action.

I wasn't too sure where we were, but by morning, as the sun started to rise, I recognized my surroundings. We were about five miles south of Rodgers Hollow, along the banks of the river. And, I could hear the hounds behind us, a good two miles or so as I lifted her body up, and stepped into the cold water. We didn't cross, we waded and went downstream, letting the current cover our tracks. Then, as I heard the dogs get closer, we exited the river, onto an old trail, and climbed uphill. It was rocky here, less chance of leaving tracks as I carried her on up, towards what I was hunting for. An hour later, we came to a cabin, and I saw smoke from the chimney. I laid her down, and went to it, and knocked. The door opened, and an old woman looked at me, smiled, and said "Hello Hardy." She looked down at my naked sex, smiled, and said "You're a little underdressed, aren't you?"

I answered her with "I didn't have time to get my clothes on when I left the party, Miss Rebecca."

"Are you the reason those hounds are baying?" She asked, a wry smile on her face.

I shrugged, "Part of it, I suppose."

She peered over my shoulder, "You better get who all else you have inside."

I smiled, and ran back to where I left the woman, picked her back up, and carried her to Miss Rebecca's cabin. Entering, I laid the woman down on the cot, and Miss Rebecca, who first looked at the naked woman, then at me, shook her head in amazement as she went and grabbed two blanket's, throwing one on me, and putting the other on the woman.

"Who is she?" she asked, as he ran her fingers through the woman's hair.

The woman was shivering, I didn't realize that she got chilled, as I said "Don't know, husbands name was Jasper somebody. He stole from his master."

She looked at me, then I explained the whole story of what had happened the night before, as I ate some grub she handed me, as well as some sort of tea. When I was done with my story, she sighed, looked over at the sleeping Indian woman, and she cracked a smile, "Mister Rodgers already had sent me a note." I felt a lump in my throat, as she went on to say "He wants you to return to your cabin, leave her here for the time being." I looked at her, and she saw my suspicious face. "Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of handing her back to them. For the time being, she is going to be hiding out in my root caller."

"Okay." I said, "Then what?"

She shrugged, "Don't know. Your master didn't say anything more in the message." She got up, and walked over to the laying lady, checking her out somewhat, and then she went over to some shelves, saying "I'll make something up for her chills. You get some sleep, no use leaving until nightfall."

"Yes Miss Rebecca." I said, as I pulled the blanket up over me, and I laid down on the floor, against the wall.

I must have been tired, for I felt her touch and voice, causing me to finally stir. I looked around, noticing it was dark outside. "Time to get going, Hardy."

"Have you heard the dogs, lately?" I asked.

She cackled, "No dogs in their right mind would come up to my place, Hardy. And you should know that."

I smiled. She's right. Miss Rebecca is a strange old person. I've heard stories about her, and witnessed some mighty strange things occur up this way. Things which just can't be explained. I stood, wrapped the blanket about me, and headed out the door, with neither one of us saying a word. It took me three hours to work down to the river in the dark, and another three to get to the plantation. When I made it to the slave cabins, the place seemed strangely quiet. Too quiet. I heard a dog growl, but it must have sensed who I was for it shut it's muzzle. At my cabin, I opened the door, and stepped inside. There were glowing embers in the fireplace, but very little light, as I unwrapped the blanket from my body, and walked to the bed. I lifted the covers, and I heard a gasp, and the voice of Rachel ask in a surprised voice "Hardy, this you?"

"Who else would it be, child?" I replied, as I grabbed her small body and pulled her up against me.

She wrapped her arms about my neck, saying "Oh Hardy, I was so worried about you. I mean, everyone was saying that you ran off."

I kissed her cheek, and my hand stroked her bare skin, following the curve of her flesh along the side of her body, down to her bony hip. And with a chuckle, I asked "Everybody?"

"Well, no. Not everybody." She answered, and then she added "Cause Master Rodgers, he told me this afternoon to tell you to come see him once you returned."

"As soon as I get back, huh." I stated.

She giggled, her hand finding my prick, and she giggled, saying "Well, maybe after I welcome you back home."

I should have stopped her, but I was a bit happy to see that she was concerned about what had happened to me, as she slid down my body. I sighed, enjoying the feeling of her little mouth, as it was at the end of my cock, her hands jerking me. Yeah, she does love to do this. And I have grown accustomed to it, as every now and then I allow her to take me into her mouth. My left hand went down to her sex, and I rubbed her gash, causing her to moan. I had found in the past month or so that she enjoys being touched down there, with my fingers opening her hole up, and then rubbing that little button at the top of her slit. Her hole gets so wet when I do this, wetter than any other wench that I've had the pleasure to put a baby in. I thought back to that woman, Rosa, who spent the night here with Rachel and I months ago. Man, that woman sure did enjoy Rachel's company. And it was a sight, the two of them licking each others sex. I was thinking that maybe some day I might try that myself on Rachel, just to see how she would react.

My body stiffened, and I groaned, and she gagged, as I filled her warm mouth with my hot seed. As she slurped away, I relaxed, while fingering her baby hole. And then, the muffled cry from her mouth, as she went rigid, then quivered. Yeah, there she goes again. She sure does enjoy that. And, I've come to enjoy making her enjoy it. But, she's now fourteen. Still too young for me in my mind. With a sigh, I pulled her up to me, and we kissed.

I saw the glow in the eastern sky, signaling that I had best go check in with Master Rodgers, as she said my asked softly, "Hardy?"

"What Rachel."

"When can you do me?"

I firmly answered her "When I think your little body can handle carrying my child, Rachel." Her response was a long, drawn out sigh, causing me to smile in the dark cabin. I went to my dresser, and pulled out a pair of pants and s shirt, and pulled them on. Then off to the house. I knocked on the back door, and waited. The Eastern sky was starting to glow, as I heard footsteps, then it opened, I smiled, saying "Hey there Andy, Master Rodgers wanted to see me as soon as I got back."

The old black man grumbled, turned and left the pantry room, as I stepped on up inside, and closed the door behind me. In five minutes, there was my master, he smiled, saying "Hey there, Hardy, how did it go?"

I replied "Fine sir, I did as you said."

"Good, good job." He turned to Andrew, and instructed him with the words, "Go tell James I need him." Andrew turned and left again, and my master then said softly, "You know her killing Mister Nunley was not a good thing, Hardy."

I replied "Killing anybody ain't a good thing, sir." I then asked "So, what you going do with her sir?"

He sighed, "Haven�t figured that one out yet, Hardy."

"You goina turn her in?"

He laughed, "Hell no, not if I can help it." He sighed, "I should, as a citizen, do just that. But, under the circumstances, he should have just punished his overseer, not the overseer's wife and daughters."

"What became of them, sir?" I asked.

He snorted, "Miss Elizabeth has taken them in for the time being. We're going to send them to live with my sister Anna in Nashville later today."

"Oh, I'm sure their mother will be happy that they're all right then." I said.

Another man appeared, a black man. He looked at me, as Mister Rodgers said "James, I need you to go up to Rebecca Stoner's place and deliver a message." He turned back to me, and said "Go on back to your cabin, Hardy. If I need you, I'll send for you."

"It's a workday, sir?" I said.

He laughed, "Well then, if you think you can, go ahead and work."

I smiled, and left the house, and headed to my cabin. I didn't seem to be that tired, as I did went right to work, getting the hands out into the field, and helping in the barn as well. I was one tired Negro by the time I finished the day. I hadn't heard from Mister Rodgers all day, and that sort of concerned me. Miss Rebecca's cabin is too far away for me to go check on things, so I dared not go there. So I worked. For three weeks I heard nothing. Except for rumors and all. Us colored folk tend to hear from other farms and plantations the latest news by word of mouth. It's became obvious that no one actually knew what happened to the lady. Of course, as the weeks went by, the rumors became few and far in between. I guess I shouldn�t have been surprised when Mister Rodgers showed up one evening, with a woman in tow.

I heard him outside my door, shouting out "Hardy?"

I was reading the good book, when I heard my name being called, and I jumped up to my feet, saying "Yes Mister Rodgers." and I went to the door, and saw him, and another person. He sort of smiled, and he walked to the steps, allowing the woman to walk up into my cabin. I stepped back, and in came her and Mister Hardy. The woman had a blanket over her head, and when she lowered it down, I said "Oh my."

I turned to Mister Rodgers, and he motioned me to be quiet, as he then said "This here new slave is here to work. I want you to see to it personally that she does just that."

With that, he turned and left my cabin. I turned to the woman, and I heard Rachel announce "Is she going to replace me?"

I shot Rachel a glare, saying "Just you never mind, girl." I pointed to the chair, and said "Have a seat." She did, and I asked "You've a name?"

"Samantha." she replied.

I said "Well Samantha, I is Hardy, and that there is Rachel. Have you eaten?" She shook her head no, and I said to Rachel, "Go fetch her some food, Rachel." She started to protest, but I said loudly, "Now!"

She jumped off the bed, and went out the door to Polly's cabin, grumbling all the way. I said to Samantha, "Why did my master bring you here?"

She cleared her throat, "Because I asked him to." I looked at her, totally shocked. She then explained, as she said "It's been a month. No one knows what happened to me. It's like I don't exist anymore. If I move in with you, I'll blend in easier than if I moved back into the white mans world."

I sat there, thinking. Here's a lady that I was forced to try to make pregnant, against her will, and after she kills her master, I helped her escape, and now she wants to stay with me. She said something, but I wasn't paying any attention, as I asked "What you say?"

She smiled, "I asked you about the girl, she your mate?"

I snickered, "Well, yes and no. I guess you could say she is, but she isn't."

"She's a bit young, isn't she?", she asked.

"She's fourteen now, I think. But I haven't tried putting a baby in her yet. My master brought her to me last spring, to watch over her." I replied.

Just then, Rachel came into the cabin, brought a bowl of food over to Samantha, and handed it to her. Rachel the turned, and came to me, and sat her ass down on my left leg, and leaned her upper body against me, all the time glaring at Samantha. Samantha smirked, saying "Looks like she's wanting to be your woman."

"I am Hardy's woman. He don't need another woman in his cabin." Shouted out Rachel, as she flailed away with her left arm towards Samantha.

I wrapped my arm about her, and pulled her hard against me, saying "Hey girl, you behave yourself. This here lady is here by orders of our master. We do as he says. You hear me!" She was still glaring at an amused Samantha, as I gently slapped her left thigh, "Well!"

"I hear ya, Hardy. But why she stay with us?" She asked with a pout. "She ain't even a nigger."

"She's Cherokee. She's a slave just like you and me. Now," I forced her up off my lap, "You got some chores yet to finish this day, get to them. I want water inside to get warmed up so we can wash up."

She rushed out of the cabin, grabbing the pail as she went, and grumbling her displeasure the whole way. Samantha giggled, saying "She's a bit miffed. Is she like that when you breed the bitches?"

I chuckled, "No, she doesn't much mind that. Of course, I usually do it off the plantation, or in one of the other cabins. Once in a while Master Rodgers will bring a woman here for me to sex up during the night."

What she do during that time?" she asked.

I shrugged, "Lays next to me and watch me work. Occasionally help out by make the women wet down there. The women love it."

Samantha grinned, "Interesting. And you haven't done her yet?"

Shaking my head, I said "No, but not because she doesn't want to. I only just allow her to suck on my tool, and I'll play with her button until she screams with pleasure. Frankly, I don't think she could take my tool yet. She is awfully small."

"Yes." She said, rather dryly, "With a tool like yours, I can see your concern. But, maybe you should try."

I raised an eye at that, "But she's so young, and small!"

There was firmness in her voice, as she stated "I was as young as her when I first took my man. And he had a staff that was only just a bit smaller than yours."

I thought for a spell, as Rachel came storming back into the cabin, carrying the full pail of water. I scolded her, "Careful girl, you'll get most of it on the floor if you ain't careful."

She sat the pail down on the table, saying gruffly, "I ain't no girl. I's a woman."

I glanced at Samantha, and she had a sly grin on her face. I reached out and took a hold of Rachel's left arm, and pulled her to me. She had a frightened look on her face, as I said "So, you think you is a woman, huh?" I motioned to Samantha, saying "She says you could take me, but I'm not so sure."

She boastfully declared, "I can too. I can take all of your manhood. Just as good as she could."

I replied "Really?" I reached for the bottom of her dress, and I pulled it up, saying "Let's see what you got here, that makes you so sure." She lifted her arms up, and I pulled the dress up and off her body. She crossed her arms across her chest, as she looked over at Samantha. I grabbed her wrists, and pulled her arms down to her side, saying "Now don't get all modest on me. You've been sleeping naked next to me for months now, girl." My hands easily pushed her to the table, and I grabbed her waist and lifted her up so her bare brown ass was on the edge of it. My right hand lifted her left leg up, and I said "Well, I don't know, Rachel. It looks kind of small." I glanced up, looking at her face, asking "You really think this little hole would take my baby-maker?"

She bit down on her lower lip, as she nodded her head yes. I stuck my fingers in my mouth, getting them good and wet. Then I rubbed them into her slit. Her little brown pussy lips parted, revealing the bright pink flesh they were guarding. I pushed a finger into her hole, and she gasped. "Damn girl. You is awfully tight. My cock would hurt like the dickens if I tried putting it in you."

Samantha piped in, "Maybe you should lick it, get it wetter. That might help."

I shot her a look, and she was grinning. I had never done that to a woman, but I guess there's a first for everything. I moved my mouth to her sex, and stuck my tongue out. The smell, it wasn't terrible, but it really wasn't that pleasant either. I used the tip of my tongue to burrow into her hole, and her body twitched. A soft moan escaped from her mouth, and looking up at her face, she was surprised that she had made such a sound. I moved my tongue up to her little button, and she moaned louder. And, I suddenly realized that my cock felt as if it was the biggest and hardest that it had ever been. I started running my tongue up and down between the folds of her sex, and her hips were soon bucking, as her eyes were half-shut, her breathing heavy.

I did this for maybe two minutes, at most three, when suddenly her whole body went stiff, and a loud wail came from her mouth. Not a wail of agony or sadness. This wail was one of sheer joy, as I felt juices flow out of her hole and onto my face. At first I thought it was pee, but it sure didn't taste like pee. And the taste was having a noticeable effect on my manhood. Like I said, it seemed to be the hardest that it had ever been in my life. And it felt like it was going to burst.

Rising to my feet, I grabbed her ankles in my hands, and put them on my shoulders. She was propped up on her elbows, with the expression on her face a mix of happiness and worry, as I took the end of my long, thick cock and rubbed it at her opening. She gasped when I shoved just the tip in, making her hole open wide. I pushed forward, and she yelped, a pained look on her face. I chuckled, "Well Rachel, you still want it? You seem rather tight still."

"She'll get use to it, Hardy." stated Samantha. "Go ahead, ram it all in her at once."

I smiled, "You want it like that, Rachel?"

She nodded her head yes. I pulled back a bit, and with a hard push, I sank the whole foot of my cock into her, as her scream echoed off the walls of the cabin. Her whole body convulsed and writhed on the table, and it felt like her hole was going to rip my tool right off my body. "Go on, Hardy. Stroke it in and out of her. Let her feel how a man takes a woman, how a man puts a baby in her womb." I grabbed her small waist, and started to just that. The sound from her mouth was just one long moan, and it felt like the walls of her birthing hole was rippling like waves on a pond, massaging my tool. I kept pounding my staff in and out of her small body, even after she cried out loudly, and her body went limp. I was almost there, my large sack tightening up, and I could hear myself bellow out as I emptied my seed deep inside her belly.

She was moaning softly, and I leaned forward. I took her left breast into my mouth, sucking on it, and I felt her body tremble. I was still thrusting into her, and I could hear and feel my seed getting forced out of her tight hole. She wrapped her arms around my back, and her legs around my waist, and I moved my mouth to hers and we kissed. I moved my lips down towards the right side of her neck, kissing her hot skin, and I whispered, "Well, I guess you are a woman."

She giggled softly, replying with "I said I am." I lifted my body up, and saw Samantha watching intently, and she was smiling as she said "Now then, you both happy now?"

Rachel laughed, as she stretched her arms out above her head, causing her little titties to flatten out on her chest, and she said "Yes, I am!" she turned to look at Samantha, asking "You think he started a baby in me?"

Both Samantha and I laughed, as the older woman said "Time will tell. But if not tonight, maybe tomorrow." She stood, and started to take her dress off, saying "Let's get you cleaned up and into bed. I'm sure we've a full day of work ahead of us tomorrow."

I slipped my cock out, seeing my white seed oozing out from her pink hole. Rachel looked down at where we had been joined, saying "Oh it felt so good." She sighed, "Can I do it again tonight? I know you do the other bitches five or six times in a night."

I roared with laughter, "Yeah, but not if I got to work the next day."

Samantha wet a washcloth and stepped to me, and tenderly washed my cock, watching what she was doing as she told Rachel, "You can let him slip it into you during the night one more time. Keep it in you all night if you want. Just let him get his sleep, okay?"

"Aren't you going to use it?" asked Rachel.

Samantha looked up at me, and smiled, saying "Once you're heavy with child, maybe I'll let him try putting a baby in me."

Rachel giggled, and soon was wiping herself off. We all got into the bed, with me in the middle. And it wasn't long before Rachel had herself stuck on my cock. She stayed like that all night, as we both slept soundly. In the morning, before I pulled my pants on, I pushed her willing body face down on the bed, her legs hanging off the edge, and I took her hard and fast, emptying my nuts once more inside her flesh, and all the while she was moaning and crying out, enjoying the sexing I was doing to her body.

A month later, and I had been doing her at least twice a day. Finally, the day came when Samantha asked her when her last blood flow was. With a shocked look on her young face, Rachel replied "Not since before Hardy first took me."

I got a chuckle, as she told her "Well then, you with child girl."

It was now late April, and I was sitting in one of the chairs, reading the paper that the Master had given me a week or so ago. The talk was about an impending war, and how the election of someone called Lincoln had the southern states all in an uproar. Rachel was sitting in another chair, across from me, without any clothes on, as Samantha cut her hair while standing behind her. But I wasn't paying no mind to them. I heard my masters voice call for me, saying "Hardy, you in there?"

I shouted back, "Yes sir, Master Rodgers. I's a coming."

Before I could stand, he walked in, saying "No, don't bother getting up." He glanced towards Rachel, who had a radiant smile about her. Our master chuckled, saying "Well Rachel, those little breasts of yours have grown nicely with that baby's milk."

She giggled, replying "Yes sah, they is. And my belly has gotten enormous." She leaned back in the chair, and thrust her large, brown belly up, showing how big it had become. And she added "I can feel Hardy's kid kicking my insides all day long now."

Samantha said "Sit still, Rachel. I ain't done yet with your hair."

The master took a seat next to me, and said "Well Hardy, we're at war."

I put the paper down, and said "Already? I thought for sure it would be some time still."

He shook his head no, a sad look on his face, "No, it's here. That's why I need to talk to you. I'm helping in forming a company of men from the county here. Which means I'll be leaving for a spell. Miss Susan will of course be in charge, and I'm sure you'll be taking her orders well."

"No problem sir. I always got along with Miss Susan." I replied.

He smiled, "I know that, Hardy. That's why I'm doing this. I want you to run things on the farm. Yes, Miss Susan will be in control. but if you see something that needs to be done, you tell her politely, a suggestion like? And get it done. I'm also giving you that squirrel gun. Plus two of my revolvers. Just in case you need to use them to defend the place. Of course, you'll be in charge of the slaves, disciplining them if need be, understand?"

"Yes sir, you can count on me." I replied.

He just smiled, and turned to go. Rachel asked something, not sure what, but Samantha shut her up. Mister Rodgers left the next day, after all of us slaves gathered around and listened as he said his good-bye. We were down to seventeen working slaves by then. James left with the Master, so that left us with sixteen. I knew we would be working long and hard with the master gone.

A few months went by, and on a Sunday, Samantha came to me. It was the Lord's day, a day of rest, as I sat under the willow by the creek, relaxing, enjoying the hot pleasant day. I smiled, as she sat down next to me, and she said "Hardy, Rachel will be birthing any time now."

I smiled, "Yes, I guess she will at that."

My smile got bigger, as she said "I believe it's my time now."

I hadn't taken her since she arrived in my bed. But I had a big grin as she reached to the fly of my pants, and unbuttoned the buttons. She pulled my staff out, saying "Looks like it needs some help, if you want to put a baby in me."

I leaned back against the tree trunk, and closed my eyes, as she wrapped her hot, moist lips around the end of my shaft. My prick was rising rapidly, and I felt her move around. Opening my eyes, I saw that she had her dress bunched up at the waist, and she was doubled over, one hand at the base of my shaft, another on the ground next to my leg, supporting herself, her legs spread wide, and her sex right in front of my face. I smiled, grabbing her hips, and pushing my face to her sex, my tongue running up and down her slit, getting her wet for her breeding. I used my tongue on her little nub, almost chewing on it, and her whole body was shaking, showing that she was enjoying it. She had a muffled scream on my cock, and her body froze, before she almost collapsed onto the ground. She then moved forward, and lowered her body down, her sex taking my staff easily, as she moaned the whole time her body accepted it.

We sat there, joined together as one, while she rode my bone. She got me off three times under that tree, my pulsing manhood drenching her insides. When she finally stood up, she turned and bent at the waist, kissing my lips, before leaving me to recuperate for a spell. I was a bit worn out, as hours had passed during our little breeding session. I finally rose and went in search of some food, ate at Polly's cabin, and then returned to my cabin, finding it empty. I smiled as I laid out on my bed, getting some rest for what I knew I would be doing again real soon. An hour later, I woke to the sound of Samantha and Rachel entering the cabin, chattering away.

Rachel pulled her tunic off, revealing her nude, pregnant body. She climbed up onto the bed, sitting next to me, as she rubbed the growing bulge in my pants, saying "I think he's ready for another go, Samantha."

Samantha turned her head, saying "Well, you get him ready for me dear. I got to clean this place up, it's a bit of a mess."

Giggling, Rachel fished my prick out, and started mouthing it. I reached down and grabbed one of her milk-jugs, and gently squeezed it, causing a bit of a dribble of milk to flow from her teat. I was soon in a serviceable state, as I grinned and got off the bed. Samantha was wiping off the table with a wet cloth, as I came up from behind her and wrapped my arms about her waist. She moaned, as I hugged her tightly. Then I let go of her, and she put her hands out in front of her on the table, and spread her legs wide. I chuckled, as I pulled her skirt up, revealing her bare ass. With my right hand on my shaft, I used my left hand on her sex, finding it very damp, and I commented "Damn woman, you're very ready, aren't you?"

I guided my tool to her hole, and she grunted as I pushed in, saying "Yeah, I'm more than ready for you, Hardy."

I starter rutting away, my tool sliding in and out of her well-lubed baby chute. And soon she was laying on her belly on the table, as I kept burying my log into her. It took me a good half-hour to finally pump a load into her, before I rolled her over, and started anew. For the next week, I would take her once in the morning, and three to four times each evening, keeping her filled with my seed. A month later, just after Rachel had her little girl, Samantha came to me and told me she was with child.

Two years went by. It was late in eighteen-sixty-three. My Rachel was carrying another child, as was Samantha. Both are due right about the same time, probably the same day. The night that I may have bred both my women was a memorable affair. Both had finished breast feeding my baby's, as they joined me in bed for a very long and tiring winter's night. Then there's the war. And the announcement that we're free. Of course, it wasn�t like we had anywhere to go. Miss Susan had fled to Nashville, right before that city was captured by the Union forces. We had not heard from her since. And as for our master, he was here briefly last December, before leaving again. We have not heard from him since June. His letter stated that they were going into a Northern state, and that's the last we heard from him. I was running everything now. From managing the farm and it's workers, on up to paying the bills. We lost a few slaves since the war started. Four of my bucks ran off, as did two of the women. This left me shorthanded, but we got by. I ended up hiring a few of the local white men that weren't off to war. This wasn't a problem, as they had worked for my master before. And they were glad that I paid them in cash, as well as food and staples.

Right after both Samantha and Rachel gave birth to my latest two children, in early October, I got a letter from Miss Susan. It was dated early September, almost two months before. The letter was to inform me that her husband, my master, was killed. I was devastated from hearing the news. A year later, Miss Susan came home, accompanied by her new son-in-law, Jonathon Guard and her oldest daughter Julia. It was a bittersweet homecoming, as she even hugged me upon her arrival. A few days after she came home, she called us all to the house. She said the war was winding down, and that the South was losing. We knew this, from the rumors we had been hearing. It had been a year since we heard the news of Mister Rodgers, and she informed us of his final wishes.

I got some land, plus what was owed me, which is a good chunk of change. The others were given their share, and she asked me to keep them employed. As for the farm itself, I was to run it as a leasor, paying her a percentage of what I made for the year So now, I'm all set. A nice parcel of land to live off of, and two fine women to make babies with. I even moved into the master's house, and, I took his last name, so my children would have a last name as well.

But this wasn't the end of the story. Another year went by. The war was long over, and it was now a time of reconstruction. My farm was doing well, as I was making good money, and I would for years to come. December of sixty-five, my Samantha passed away on the birthing bed, leaving two young children behind, who were raised by Rachel. And my dear, sweet Rachel. She's carrying her fifth child now, and still wanting more of my long, black breeding cock.

(Eskimo: This sory took a long time. I really wanted to add some sort of interracial angle involving Hardy with a white woman, but couldn't figure out how to do it without making in unrealistic. So please enjoy as is, and kindly use your imagination.)

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