Chapter 7 A Man Needs a Bit of Fun (Charles 2)
In the two weeks since I’d had my talk with Sarah, things had only gotten worse. Still no rain, though, frankly, the crops were so far gone that even a biblical deluge wouldn’t have saved them. With the drought covering such a wide area, many other plantation owners were in similar straights as me and the market was flooded, so the sale of the house slaves barely made a dent in my debts.
Things with Sarah had deteriorated to the point that we barely spoke any more. Meals were an ordeal, as she had never cooked with her own hands and the results were barely digestible, even when Amy was able to free herself from other duties to help. As for the bedroom, I was exiled to the guest room. Sometimes, passing by the door, I could hear Amy’s laughter, often followed by sighs and squeals of delight.
Despondent over the imminent failure of my plantation, with bank loans due in two weeks that would be impossible to pay, and frustrated by the lack of attention from my own wife, I thought back fondly to the evenings I had spent with Barb and Pat while they had been my slaves. Both were beautiful and very accommodating of my needs, and something about consorting with a mother and daughter together had stimulated my lust well beyond anything else I had ever encountered. Certainly they had made quite a spectacle at the whipping post, rubbing their tits together as they tried to escape the biting leather.
I knew they were not too far from here now, laboring in the salt mines and wondered if there was a way that I could arrange to have some intimate time with them again before the bank took everything away from me and sold me and Sarah into slavery, as they had a right to do in case of default. As a prominent man of the area, I had played poker with the mine manager, Joe, a few times and knew him to be well-versed in the ways of the world and willing to bend the rules for a gentleman if offered the right inducement.
That afternoon, I went to the office safe and counted the money there. Even after selling all of the slaves, there was only a fraction of what I owed the bank, and with land selling at rock-bottom prices because of the drought, default was inevitable. So a few thousand spent on a night of pleasure wouldn’t change my dire situation in any meaningful way. I gathered some bills, put a large bottle of whiskey in one of the saddle bags, mounted one of my horses and rode towards the mine. Sarah wouldn’t miss me, that was for sure.
After a few hours ride, I reached the mine complex and, told the guard at the gate that I had business with Joe. He escorted me to the large manager’s house. Joe answered within a moment of my knocking on the door. “Charles,” he greeted me, “What brings you out here on this fine evening? Come in and sit down.”
Thanking him, I entered and sat in the comfortable leather armchair he indicated. “I’ll get right to the point, Joe,” I told him. Those two slaves you bought from me a couple of months ago, the mother and daughter, Pat and Barb? Man-to-man, I enjoyed some good times with them and would like to have them for the night. I’ll make it worth your while.”
Joe nodded. “I see, Charles,” he replied. “If you do that, I will need to be compensated for the work they won’t get done. Say 1,500 for the two of them and that will include use of a shed where you won’t be disturbed.”
“I’m sure you know that with the drought times are hard for us farmers. I was thinking of more like 1,000.”
“I don’t know, Charles. If it were one, I’d say sure, but for two, I need a bit more.” Finally we agreed on 1,200, which I handed him. He arose and told me, “Wait here, have a drink, and I will have one of the foremen bring them here,” and left to attend to the matter.
Perhaps 30 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Joe got up to answer it. There, standing in the doorway was my old overseer, George, and behind him, clad only in thin cotton shifts, looking tired but still beautiful, were Barb and Pat. Their hair appeared to be wet and I assumed that George had allowed them a shower so as to be presentable for me. They both stared at me, a shocked look on their faces. George looked surprised to see me as well.
Joe broke the silence. “Don’t be shy, come in,” he said. Both women smiled warily at me as they approached, trying to appear glad to see me. Neither would have won an acting award. “Ladies, Mister Charles here has indicated he knows you and would like to spend some time with you, as he did when you were on his plantation. I’ve been talking with George here about how smart you two ladies are. He wants to make you enforcers on his team and I will agree to that if you are smart enough to show Mr. Charles a nice time.” He winked at them. “Now ladies, why don’t you take Mr. Charles to storage shed #3. There are some mattresses there and the stove is lit; you can make yourselves comfortable and I’ll see no one disturbs you. Pat took hold of my left arm and Barb, taking the hint from her mother, took hold of my right and we walked out of Joe’s parlor a happy threesome.
As we walked to the shed, Pat whispered in my ear about how much she had missed me. I suspected that was just an attempt to ingratiate herself so she would get that promotion in the mine, but it still sounded nice to hear. Sarah certainly didn’t seem to miss me a bit.
No sooner had we entered the shed, Barb shutting the door behind her, then they both pulled their shifts over their head. It warmed my heart to see such a beautiful pair standing there naked in the warm glow of the lantern and the stove. It warmed something else too when Pat began unbuttoning my shirt and kissing me, rubbing her tits against my chest. Then, I saw Barb kneel beside me, and felt her unbutton my trousers and slide them down my legs, followed by my drawers. She grasped my rapidly hardening dick in one hand and took the head into her mouth just as she used to do in their slave cabin back on the plantation.
Glancing down, I noticed lines on her back. Reluctantly, I broke the kiss with Pat and picked up a lantern from the table next to me so I could see better. There were a number of deep red welts, mostly healed, but clearly having been put there after her time on the plantation. I turned Pat around and saw similar ones on her back as well. “You two have been whipped here,” I said.
Barb stopped her ministrations for a moment to reply. “Yes, Master Charles, the rock is hard and sometimes we don’t chip away enough salt or we break a pick, and get punished. But that is how things are for slaves.” I wondered where Sarah and I would end up after we defaulted and how we would feel being slaves and getting whipped, as was almost inevitable. Best to enjoy the moment while I could and not think about that. I reached for the bottle on the table and took a long swig before offering it to Pat who drank deeply before passing it to Barb.
Refreshed, the ladies got back to work. Pat slipped my shirt off, placing it on the table, and resumed kissing me while Barb pulled my boots off, then slid my pants and briefs all the way off, before taking my cock back in her mouth. Within seconds, I was rock hard, all the cares of the past few months set aside.
After a few minutes, I summoned the will to pull out of Barb’s mouth. “Lie down, I want to fuck you,“ I ordered.
She smiled as she complied, lying on her back, her legs spread wide. I slid inside her tight pussy. Pat moved behind me and began licking my balls gently, her hands playing with my ass as I thrust in and out of Barb. It didn’t take long before I felt my balls tighten and my muscles tense up as an electric charge went through my pelvis. I groaned “Oh, fuck” and felt like my entire body was emptying itself into Barb. Totally spent, my heart pounding, I collapsed onto the mattress, kissing Barb, then pulling Pat down next to me and kissing her.
My head spun for quite a while afterwards and it wasn’t only from the whisky. Slowly my strength returned, and I began remembering that time back on the plantation when the two women had been whipped together for some offense that Sarah had trumped up against them. Just thinking about that started to get me aroused again. Pat noticed and began stroking my cock gently. “Master Charles,” she cooed, “Don’t you find me attractive? Don’t you want to fuck me too?”
“I certainly do, Pat, very much so,” I replied, “But first I have to punish you ladies for embarrassing me by not working hard enough here in the mine. After all, I recommended you to them.” I hadn’t brought a real whip, and I didn’t think Joe would like it if I damaged them, but I did have a leather belt that held my pants up.
I stood and removed the belt from the loops on the waist of my trousers and folded it in two. “Get down on all fours, both of you,” I ordered. Though they looked a bit shocked and reluctant, they both knew they needed to please me, so they complied. “Closer,” I said, “I want you right together.” They slid over until their hips were touching, those two luscious asses pointing right at me.
I hit Pat first, not full force, but hard enough to make her yelp and to leave a bright red line on her skin. Then, I lashed the belt onto Barb’s ass. I alternated between the two of them, giving them each a half dozen, by which point my cock was standing at full attention. I mounted and slid into Pat from behind, finding her quite wet and ready. I stroked in and out for slowly, savoring the pleasure, before withdrawing and taking a turn with Barb. As I had with the belt, I went back and forth from one to the other, finally finishing off inside Pat before I sunk exhausted onto the mattress, pulling them both down so that Pat was on my left and Barb on my right.
I fell asleep with my right hand on Barb’s tight little ass, still warm from the belting it had received, nuzzling my face into Pat’s breasts like a small child. For the first time in weeks, if not months, I slept through the night, without waking to be tormented by anxiety over the desperate situation on the plantation.
I hope not, anyway
