Birth Rite Yea Right
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,561
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
the Life of a slave
CHAPTER ONE: THE LIFE OF A SLAVE
I walked through the fields to my job as usual, but today I walked a little slower. I took the whipping of two children whose mother was sick and they took extra bread to feed her. Never did it hurt this bad after a whipping. I guess after years of taking the blame the boss is getting pissed off. I lived near here and worked here for nine years. Over that time I have been saving for a dowry, I am a fool though; I am a slave, what man in his right mind would love me. Then I saw him. A strong looking man was sitting under the oak looking at the fields as if he was studying them. I gathered up my courage and walked over to him.
“Hello, are you new to the fields?” he looked at me like I had ten heads then answered me.
“Yes I am.”
“Want me to show you around? I don’t think boss would mind if I am a little late because I’m showing the new worker.”
“Thank you that would be a lot of help.”
“No problem, by the way the name’s Shauni.”
“Samuel.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” I showed him the different fields and the bunkhouses. I showed him the recreation room or as some call it the wreck room because the roof was half gone and every thing was broken. He studied everything and I showed him some of the workers who got paid him and my friend James came over to meet him and me.
“Shauni here take a hair tie for that hair of yours.” My hair went down to my feet and I tied it into a bun and it showed some of my scars and my sign that I am a slave. For you see unlike old times when it was just blacks being slaves we were white, black, and polka dot. As long as you were able to work and were poor they would take you. A large tattoo of a phoenix was engraved on the back of my neck. Every one who worked here worked on their own free will. I did not.
Just then Boss came around to check if every one is here. Instantly we all lined up and as our names were called we got out of line and went to work. He called my name and I went to go to the fields when Boss grabbed my arm.
“My chambers… Now.”
“Yes sir.” And off I went. I knew what he wanted and as a slave I had to obey. My body was no longer my own. I stood in the middle of the room when the door opened. It was the boss’s wife. “Ma’am,” I bowed slightly.
“What are you doing in here?” she asked in that shrill voice of hers.
“The boss wanted me in here.”
“Why would he want you here?”
“I am not allowed to say ma’am.”
“Is that so…I am going to hide in the closet if you tell him I am there, I’ll have you killed.”
“Yes Ma’am,” a few minutes later boss came in and smirked. He stepped toward me and took my hair out of its bun and let it hang there. He ran his fingers through it and pulled me close around my hips, grinding his into mine. He kisses me roughly and then pulled off my shirt. I stood there motionless. His wife was in the closet and I knew something would happen and it was bad. Real bad.
“Shauni why are you not responding to any thing I do? I love it when you moan my name and twitch and fidget. Do you defy me?”
“No sir. I would never defy you.”
“Then why are you not moaning or anything?”
“My head is somewhere else.”
“Well bring it back. I want you in all your glory. Now take off my pants and suck me.”
“Yes sir.” I unbuttoned his pants, waiting for his wife to pop out but she didn’t. He has asked me to do this before and I had to comply. I took my time and kept glancing at the closet waiting for her to come out. I slide down his pants and his erection was full. I placed my mouth at the tip and slowly slid his length into my mouth. I continued with ministrations and as he climaxed, his wife exited the closet and looked with disgust at the boss and I.
“How long? How long has this been happening slave?”
“Since a year after I came here ma’am.”
“Leave … Now and never return to these fields… you are freed from my husbands rule. I ran out of the room and out past the field. The man I showed around earlier looked like he was leaving when I saw him. He looked at me and I ran toward my house. I ran inside and locked the door. I lost my job, my only source of living. How was I to survive now? A knock at the door startled me. I opened the door and was met by a fist to my left eye and another to my gut. Blackness.
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A/N so what do you think of this? would love some info on what my readers think
I walked through the fields to my job as usual, but today I walked a little slower. I took the whipping of two children whose mother was sick and they took extra bread to feed her. Never did it hurt this bad after a whipping. I guess after years of taking the blame the boss is getting pissed off. I lived near here and worked here for nine years. Over that time I have been saving for a dowry, I am a fool though; I am a slave, what man in his right mind would love me. Then I saw him. A strong looking man was sitting under the oak looking at the fields as if he was studying them. I gathered up my courage and walked over to him.
“Hello, are you new to the fields?” he looked at me like I had ten heads then answered me.
“Yes I am.”
“Want me to show you around? I don’t think boss would mind if I am a little late because I’m showing the new worker.”
“Thank you that would be a lot of help.”
“No problem, by the way the name’s Shauni.”
“Samuel.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” I showed him the different fields and the bunkhouses. I showed him the recreation room or as some call it the wreck room because the roof was half gone and every thing was broken. He studied everything and I showed him some of the workers who got paid him and my friend James came over to meet him and me.
“Shauni here take a hair tie for that hair of yours.” My hair went down to my feet and I tied it into a bun and it showed some of my scars and my sign that I am a slave. For you see unlike old times when it was just blacks being slaves we were white, black, and polka dot. As long as you were able to work and were poor they would take you. A large tattoo of a phoenix was engraved on the back of my neck. Every one who worked here worked on their own free will. I did not.
Just then Boss came around to check if every one is here. Instantly we all lined up and as our names were called we got out of line and went to work. He called my name and I went to go to the fields when Boss grabbed my arm.
“My chambers… Now.”
“Yes sir.” And off I went. I knew what he wanted and as a slave I had to obey. My body was no longer my own. I stood in the middle of the room when the door opened. It was the boss’s wife. “Ma’am,” I bowed slightly.
“What are you doing in here?” she asked in that shrill voice of hers.
“The boss wanted me in here.”
“Why would he want you here?”
“I am not allowed to say ma’am.”
“Is that so…I am going to hide in the closet if you tell him I am there, I’ll have you killed.”
“Yes Ma’am,” a few minutes later boss came in and smirked. He stepped toward me and took my hair out of its bun and let it hang there. He ran his fingers through it and pulled me close around my hips, grinding his into mine. He kisses me roughly and then pulled off my shirt. I stood there motionless. His wife was in the closet and I knew something would happen and it was bad. Real bad.
“Shauni why are you not responding to any thing I do? I love it when you moan my name and twitch and fidget. Do you defy me?”
“No sir. I would never defy you.”
“Then why are you not moaning or anything?”
“My head is somewhere else.”
“Well bring it back. I want you in all your glory. Now take off my pants and suck me.”
“Yes sir.” I unbuttoned his pants, waiting for his wife to pop out but she didn’t. He has asked me to do this before and I had to comply. I took my time and kept glancing at the closet waiting for her to come out. I slide down his pants and his erection was full. I placed my mouth at the tip and slowly slid his length into my mouth. I continued with ministrations and as he climaxed, his wife exited the closet and looked with disgust at the boss and I.
“How long? How long has this been happening slave?”
“Since a year after I came here ma’am.”
“Leave … Now and never return to these fields… you are freed from my husbands rule. I ran out of the room and out past the field. The man I showed around earlier looked like he was leaving when I saw him. He looked at me and I ran toward my house. I ran inside and locked the door. I lost my job, my only source of living. How was I to survive now? A knock at the door startled me. I opened the door and was met by a fist to my left eye and another to my gut. Blackness.
#!$#@%$#@^%&%$##%^&$#$#&&^%$%$^%&^%*$&&%$^%#$^%&^*&
A/N so what do you think of this? would love some info on what my readers think