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This story was set during the eighteenth century in
the American South.  Due to it time and place, many
characters express racist and sexist attitudes.  If
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	The Carolina Queen lay waiting for high tide and an
on-shore wind to carry her over the bar into Charles
Town harbor.  On board were the usual cargo of
manufactured goods and clothes, and about 20
passengers, mostly from London.  One of these was
George Ashcroft, one of the Carolina Queen's best
customers.  Ashcroft had actually never sailed on the
Carolina Star before, but he had used  her many times
to ship rice and indigo from Carolina to London.   
George had sailed all over Europe, especially to
Amsterdam, but this was his first visit to King George
II `s American colonies.  He was traveling accompanied
by his servant, Rumsfeld, a Jew from London.  	
	He did  not enjoy spending a month at sea, but this
time he had no choice.   His older brother John had
died, leaving no one to run the plantation.  According
to John's will, the plantation was to go to his eldest
son, Henry.  But Henry was only 10, and his mother
Martha wanted him raised as an English gentleman, and
had no intention of returning to South Carolina. 
Martha gave George the option of running the
plantation himself, or of selling it and returning to
London.  George was already making a thousand pounds
during a good  year in trade, so his initial
inspection to the books of the plantation inclined him
toward the latter.
	One reason George hated the trans Atlantic trip was
that it deprived him of feminine companionship. 
Ashcroft was not married, but he was a frequent
habitue of the brothels of London and Amsterdam.   The
lack of satisfaction, plus the monotonous ship-board
food, was making him irritable.  
	When the ship finally docked at Charles Town,
Ashcroft was met by his agent, John Chaney, who took
him to a small town house that his brother kept in the
city.  George had Rumsfeld take the baggage to the
house, while he dined with Chaney.  The two dined at
the best inn in town, while Chaney outlined the
situation with his brother and the plantation,
Ashcroft Hill.  
	During the port, George announced that he wanted to
find a woman for the evening and asked Chaney for a
recommendation.
	"The Bitchy Squirrel  is the best of the white
houses, but you'll have plenty of opportunities  for
black nookie at Ashcroft Hill."  Chaney said.
	George wondered about the opportunities, but he did
not ask for an explanation.
	Because Charles Town had many more men than women, it
did not lack for houses where women could earn a
comfortable living by satisfying the men.  The primary
difference among them was price and color.  The black
houses were staffed by women who were legally slaves,
but who in fact functioned on their own, in return for
a fee to their masters. The white houses were staffed
by every body else. In general, the black houses were
less expensive than the white houses.   In addition,
black men were forbidden to attend a white house.  
	 The women of the Bitchy Squirrel  came from all over
the Atlantic littoral, but there were more Irish and
American Indian than any thing else. George found the
hostess of the Bitchy Squirrel to be an Irish redhead,
who had once been pretty, but was now a bit plump.  
She was eager to arrange some one to please him,
because she knew than rich men just off the boat were
the best customers.  
	She said, "George, this is Marianne.   For a fee of
one guinea, she will do what ever you desire to make
you welcome in Charles Town."  
	Marianne featured honey brown skin, but an Irish
face.  She wore a tight corset which came just under
her breasts.  She smiled and said, "You let me take
care of you, and you will have a wonderful time,"  as
she lead him up the stairs to her room. 
	As soon as they got there, Marianne had George sit on
the bed, while she removed his doublet and hose.  She
then unbuttoned his shirt,  and started to kiss his
body.  However, George was too excited for these
preliminaries.  He seized Marianne and started to
grope her through her corset.  
	"Let me get this out of your way,"  she said, untying
the corset, and revealing her lovely body.  George
pushed her down on the bed to fondle her breasts and
slit.  As soon as she started to breath faster, George
thrust his stiff prick inside her cunt to the hilt. 
He was so excited that all he cared about was getting
his release.
	"I'm going to roger you  until the tide goes out!" 
George exclaimed, moving in her as fast as he could.
	"Do it, but it must be low tide."  Marianne replied. 
She tried to keep up with him, but found it
impossible.  Instead, she let him bang away at her,
believing that he had enough for a second round. 
George pushed rapidly, squeezing her tits as he move. 
He was almost there.
	"I'm going to cum.  I'm going to fill you up." 
George yelled.  He felt a month of pent up frustration
straining against his balls.  
	"I want it. I want it."  George yelled.  
	"Let it cum."  Marianne said.
	Suddenly, he did.   As he repeatedly pushed into her,
with each thrust came a squirt of semen.   Squirt
after squirt came pouring out of him into her waiting
box.  He continued to push even when he was finished,
until he was sure he had drained himself completely. 
	"Wow.  I needed that.  You drained me completely. "
George said, as he pulled himself off Marianne and lay
down beside her. 
	"I doubt you're fully drained, but we'll see." 
Marianne replied.  She got up and wine for both of
them.   George asked her about life in South Carolina
and whether she had heard of Ashcroft Hill.  After
they talked for awhile, Marianne decided to address
the reason they had come to her room.  She played with
his prick, bringing it back to life.  She leaned over
to lick it gently.
	"Have you ever had a woman take you in her mouth?" 
Marianne asked.
	"Many times, especially after a bath in Amsterdam.  I
like when you do that."  George said. 
	"They say I'm one of the best at that."   She said.
	With that, Marianne dedicated herself to the task at
hand, or at least at mouth.  She licked him around the
edges of the foreskin.  George just closed his eyes
and enjoyed it.  She opened her mouth to engulf him
whole.  She put just enough tension on her sucking
that his prick became stiff and sensitive.   
	"You have a wonderful member. I'm going to have to do
something special with it."  She said.
	She lifted herself up until she was straddling him. 
She then lowered her pussy carefully until it
contained his  prick.  Marianne wanted to give him a
good time, but she also wanted to satisfy herself.  
She felt she would have a better chance of doing that
it she controlled the pace.
	She slowly covered his prick until she was sure she
had the whole thing.  It felt good to be able to feel
him deep inside.  She moved slowly up and down,
keeping a gentle rhythm.  George loved what she was
doing to him, but started to thrust his hips in time
with hers.  Marianne put her hands on her tits,
stimulating them more, as George played with her ass. 

	"Keep it up.  You feel wonderful."  George pleaded.
	"Oh honey, you fill me with pleasure too."  Marianne
sighed. 
	She started to pick up the pace, letting the pleasure
grow.  As it grew, she moved faster. She let herself
go, wanting to feel the warmth grow in her loins.  As
it got hotter, Marianne's sigh's had disintegrated
into loud grunts,  as she urged herself on to greater
heights. 
	"Oh yes.   It's going to happen."  Marianne grunted.
	By this time, George had also lost himself in erotic
abandon.  Although it naturally took longer the second
time,  George was indulging himself in the exquisite
pain of an impending orgasm.  
	But it happened to Marianne first.   She started
screaming with pleasure as her body burst forth, with
a tremendous release.  George kept pumping her through
her orgasm, and brought her to the brink of a second
one, when his organ popped its white love juice.  
Marianne held on for a second time, letting his orgasm
be her cue for one of her own. 
	By the time they were finished, all Marianne could do
was lean down and kiss him.  He was certainly one of
the better clients she had in while.  He was even
better when he tipped her an extra five shillings
before he left.  
	George spent the next several days learning about
Charles Town and getting ready to his trip up river to
Ashcroft Hill.  He saw African slaves being delivered
and sold by the harbor.  They were emaciated by the
physical and emotional stress of being plucked off
their native lands and shipped to America.  Most of
the slaves were men.  Slaves of both sexes stood naked
to the waist as prospective buyers studied them.  
They were mainly in demand for heavy field work, which
took its toll in health and life.  
	Colin Powell, George's overseer at Ashcroft Hill, was
in town to meet George, buy a few slaves, and obtain
other supplies for the plantation.  Powell was a big,
pleasant man, but not very smart.  George realized
that he had to rely of Chaney to make the important
business decisions regarding purchases and shipments. 
	They passed numerous plantations as they slowly made
their way  up river to Ashcroft Hill.   The dock by
the river lead to a road leading up a steep hill to
the house. Before going to the house, they stopped by
the church to pay their respects to the grave of John
Ashcroft.  John had died of a fever common to that
area.  They were met by several house slaves, lead by
Jeb Bush, the head slave driver.  Bush was an ugly big
black man who scared the slaves just by looking at
them.  He almost scared Ashcroft. 
	A carriage took them up the hill.  When they arrived,
Chaney pounced on a woman slave who was drawing water
at the well.  As he dragged her into the wood house he
said, "This is what I mean by opportunities for black
nookie."   Soon the sounds of sexual pleasure were
emanating from the wood house, mainly from him. 
Rumsfeld also wanted to pounce on the women, but he
wasn't sure he was allowed to. 
	The plantation house itself was large but not well
kept.  It obviously was missing John to run things. 
Powell introduced Ashcroft to the house slaves, who
stood to meet him.  The few male slaves gave him a
proud defiant look, but the female slaves smiled and
stuck their chest out at him, letting them see a
glimpse of breast.  They were a lot prettier and
healthier than the scrawny specimens George had seen
at the dock.   Several children ran around the house,
several of whom were a lot lighter than their mothers.
  George surmised that these were John's children, or
perhaps Powell's or Chinese. 
	They went into the house, where Powell showed George
the master bedroom.  There he was greeted by the head
house keeper,  slave named Melinda. 
	"She was one of John's favorites."  Powell said. 
George thought Melinda was too old, but he did not say
anything.  Melinda also had several light skinned
children about her, including a baby she was still
nursing. 
	"She's mine, "  Powell said, patting the baby on the
head.  
	George indicated he wanted to rest until dinner. 
Dinner was large and well prepared, with dishes of ham
and  duck accompanied by  plenty of rice.  
	Before retiring, Melinda asked, "Will you be needing
me, tonight, master?"  She was obviously disappointed
when George said no.  She spent the night with Powell.

	For the next several days George explored the
plantation, asking questions of everyone, including
the slaves.  He also made some impressions regarding
the slave women in the house.   The women had jobs as
maids, cooks, or gardeners,  but the tasks were not
difficult or onerous.  They were desperate to please
him, for fear of being banished from the house and its
status, and made work much harder in the fields. 
	George was particularly attracted to a chamber maid
named Sara.  She was  tall, pretty, and slightly
lighter skinned than many of the slaves, but too old
to be John's or Chinese daughter.  In fact she had no
idea who her father was.  She smiled at George
whenever she saw him, clearly indicating that she
wanted him to notice her.
	After being there for a week, George decided to find
out about Sara.  After supper, he had Melinda send her
to his bedroom.   He received her, just wearing his
night shirt.
	"Do you know why I called you?"  George asked.
	"You want me to please you, master."  Sara said
quietly.
	"What would you do to please me, Sara?"
	"I will do anything you ask, master."
	"Anything I ask?"
	"Anything.   I want to please you, for you to keep me
around."
	"Take off your blouse.  I want to look at you." he
instructed.
	Sara slowly unbuttoned her blouse, trying to be sexy.
  Like most slaves, she was not wearing any under
clothes. She hung the blouse on a chair.  Her large
breasts looked like tears dripping off her chest.  
She was proud of her body.  She walked around the
bedroom, letting him explore her with his eyes.  
	"Take off your skirt also.  I want to see your body."
	Sara quickly undid here skirt and let it fall to the
floor.  She stepped out of it, revealing her
nakedness.  She wanted him to seduce her.  She felt
that her position in the house was secure if the
master could possess her body.  
	"You have a beautiful body, Sara.  Come here."
	Sara pranced over to where he was sitting on the bed.
 George reached up to feel her firm breasts.  She
leaned against his hands, covering her nipples.  She
spread her legs slightly, showing off her pussy. 
George placed one hand on her pussy, squeezing it
gently.
	"You have a nice, soft quim, Sara.  Let's see how
warm it is."
	George inserted a finger in her slit, while Sara
stood in front of him. She felt slightly dizzy from
the attention her pussy was receiving.  She rocked
from one leg to the other, enjoying the stimulation.
	"Let's see if you give as well as receive.  Get down
on your knees."  George commanded.
	When Sara obeyed, George lifted his night shirt.
	"Suck my member.  Make it feel really nice."  
	Sara leaned down and took in her mouth.  At first she
was disappointed by the size, but she was pleased by
how rapidly it grew to over 8 inches of thick
man-meat.  She realized that he was in a position to
please her as much as she would please him.  She
started to bob up and down on his pole, delivering
jolts of erotic energy.   George put his hands on her
head, to pace her rhythm.  Sara worked hard to fulfill
his wants.  
	Suddenly, George pulled her off him. 
	"I want to be inside you.  Lean against the bed.  I 
want to take you from behind."
	George got up and removed his night shirt.  He got
behind  her and placed his prick at the entrance to
her quim.  He pushed in, slow and deep.  
	"Oh master, I've never been penetrated so deeply
before." Sara sighed.  
	George began to work into her.  He reached around to
roughly grab her breasts.  He pulled breasts and
slapped her ass as he worked into her more.  Sara was
moaning with mounting pleasure in her loins.
	"Give it to me, master.  Fuck me.  Slap me.  Squeeze
me.  Fuck me hard."   Sara pleaded. 
	George was loosing all restraint.  This black wench
was too much.  She had had sex with Powell and with
John before he died, but nothing was compared to this.
 
	George grunted as he exerted extra effort to fill
her.
	"I'm going to cum, Sara.  I'm going to fill your
beautiful black pussy."
	"Fill it, master.  Oh my lord.  I'm cumming to too.
Oh, Ooooh."  Sara's words degenerated into some high
pitched squeals of delight.
	George took complete possession of her body, as the
sex juice poured out him like a waterfall.  
	After George had had his fill of her, he climbed onto
the bed.  
	"Lie next to me, Sara."
	"Yes, master."    She was in.
	The next morning George had sex with her again.  He
invited Sara into his bed on alternate nights for the
next week.  However, George thought it would be unwise
to confine himself to one woman.  He has sex with all
the women of the house, including Melinda.  But Sara
was by far his favorite.  Although he did not mind
sharing the other women with Powell and Chaney, and
even Rumsfeld, he let it be known that he wanted Sara
exclusively for himself.  And she was happy to agree. 
	Unfortunately, Melinda did not agree.  She was
jealous to Sara for her youth, beauty, and for taking
her place in the master's bed.  But she was still head
housekeeper, and nominally Sara's boss.  George did
not want to upset the hierarchy of the household.  But
he did not like Melinda making life difficult for
Sara.   He questioned her motives.
	Melinda had sent Sara on some errand, so she could be
alone with George.  
	"What do you want, woman?"  George demanded.
	"I think you should be spending more time with me." 
She said.
	"What?  Don't you get enough from Powell, Chaney,
Bush, and half a dozen other studs around here? 
You're just a bitch in heat."
	"I go to them because I don't have enough from you." 
She started to sashay towards him, swinging her hips
seductively.  
	George stood up to face her. "If you want to be
fucked like a bitch, I'll be glad to oblige.  Come
here. " he ordered, menacingly.
	Melinda did not know whether to be afraid of him. 
George seized her and spun her around.   He raised her
skirt, exposing her ass.  He forced her down head
first on the bed, and started to slap her ass, hard. 
Even on her dark skin, the imprint of his hand glowed
to a russet brown. 
	"This will teach you to not make life hard for Sara. 
I want her because I do.  You're many years older than
I am or she is.  Don't ever question me for it. 
Understand?"
	"Yes, master."  She whimpered. 
	"Now raise your ass."  He ordered.
	George folded her skirt above her waist.
	"Because you're a bitch, I'm going to take you like
one."  He said.  Melinda knew what was about to
happen, but she secretly wanted it.  
	He lowered his hose to expose his ram rod prick.  He
poked about the entrance to her slit, and then shoved
it home.
	"Tell me you're a bitch and you want to be fucked
like a dog."  George demanded.
	"I'm a bitch.   I want to be fucked like a dog." 
Melinda wailed. 
	"Say it again."
	"I'm a bitch.  Fuck your little bitch.  Take me any
way you want."
	"I'm taking you like an animal."
	George reached around her to open her shirt.  He
brutally grabbed her breasts, squeezing them until
they hurt.  But Melinda was so lost in the erotic
thrill, the pain merely added to it. 
George released his animal passion, but so did
Melinda.  They moved back on each other, raising each
other to higher thrills.   
	George was punishing her with his thrusts.   As he
felt the inevitable release of pleasure, he hit her
harder, until his semen hit her forcefully inside her
cunt.  His continued bursts triggered a mighty orgasm,
which covered her entire body.  She was gasping for
air has she came again and again.   
	George pulled out of her and stood up,  leaving her
face down on the bed. 
	"Now go back to Powell and get him to finish the job
on you, bitch."  George said contemptuously.  He
actually enjoyed himself with her, but he did not want
to admit it, at least not yet.  But he did not enjoy
himself enough to displace Sara.  Melinda was hard,
while Sara had a sweetness that he appreciated. 
	
	
	
	
	           
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	An evening few weeks later, George saw Powell and the
head slave driver, Jeb Bush, whispering excitedly.  
	Then Powell came over to George and said,	"Grab your
pistol.  We're going hunting."
	George did not know what he could hunt with a pistol,
which only had an effective range of about 20 yards. 
Nevertheless, he loaded it and put some powder in the
pan to prime it.  He saw Powell and two other drivers
had muskets, but Powell's musket was the only one that
was primed. 	
	George, Powell, Bush, and the two drivers walked to
the slave quarters, carrying torches. Bush and the
drivers went inside one of the cabins, while the two
whites waited outside.  They heard a woman scream. 
The three drivers emerged carrying a young woman, who
was crying and screaming.   A slave woman tried to
rescue the girl, but she was beaten back with the club
end of a musket.   Other slaves looked on with horror
and shame, knowing what was about to happen.
	The drivers carried the woman to a straw pile between
the house and slave quarters.   They cruelly ripped
off her clothes and pushed her down to the ground. 
George noticed that the woman's breasts were not fully
mature.
	"She's awfully young,"  he said to Powell.
	"It's best to get them early.  It's easier to train
them. " Powell  replied.
	Bush tied to girl's hands to stakes in the ground.  
	"Spread your legs."  he ordered.
	The girl continued to cry.
	"When you're told to spread your legs, you spread
them."  He ordered.  
	Each of the drivers took her legs and tied them to
stakes, leaving her spread eagle on the straw.  Bush
used he whip to lash at her breasts and pussy.   Bush
shoved the handle of his whip into her bare cunt. 
George had had sex with hundreds of women, but he
never participated in a rape.  He was caught up in the
event and found the abuse  of this young wench
perversely exciting. 
	Powell said, "You are going to learn to obey.   But
today is your lucky day.  The master is going to take
you himself.   He owns you and he can take you any
time he wants."
	George got down on the ground and lowered his hose. 
He was prepared to penetrate this helpless girl.  
Because she was not prepared, he found her dry and
stiff.   Nevertheless, he had to take her, because the
other men were watching.  The girl was still crying as
he cruelly penetrated her slit.   He wanted to get his
relief as fast as possible.  Therefore, he moved
rapidly inside her, getting his prick hard.   She
could not respond, even if she wanted to, because she
was tried to ground.   George thrust hard and fast,
until he was on the brink of cumming.  He quickly
crossed the threshold, leaving him empty, but somehow
unsatisfied.   The only satisfaction the girl felt was
when he released her pussy.
	The relief was brief.  As soon as he was done, Powell
took his place.  He was using the girl like a rag
doll.  He pushed into her, not caring at all what she
felt.  While he as screwing her, one of the drivers
had lowered his pants and was pushing his prick
against her face.  Because she was still crying, he
had no difficulty stuffing it in her throat, almost
gagging her.   He removed his prick only when it
became obvious that she was choking.  He continued to
rub against her budding tits until his semen covered
them.  By this time, Powell was finished also.
	Bush untied her legs and turned over onto her
stomach. This gave him a perfect view of her ass.  He
wanted to use her ass, to show her that he had total
control over her.  He pushed his prick into her ass,
and rolled over so the other driver could do her cunt.
 They gave her a double assault, taking their pleasure
of her.  
	Powell noticed that her mouth had gone slack.  He
picked up her head and placed his prick her oral
cavity.  He began to fuck her mouth, just as Jeb and
the driver doing the rest of her. 
The other driver joined in, and in the course of the
evening they each had taken the girl two or three
times.  
	George did not touch the girl again.
	When the men were finished, George asked.   "What do
we do with her now?"
	Powell said, "Nothing.   The other slaves will take
care of her.  Maybe a few of them will fuck her
themselves."
	As they went back to the house, they saw a few of the
male slaves helping themselves to this well fucked
girl.  By the next day, the girl was so sore and sick
that it took two weeks for her to recover.
	George went back to the house and had a particularly
forceful session with Sara.  He was not used to sex
with a woman who did not respond to him.  He felt
somewhat disgusted at being part of rape, even of a
slave.
	The next day he said to Powell,  "I never want to
part of a rape again.  I think a rape ruins a woman."
	Powell claimed to agree, but he thought to himself
that George was too weak to be a good slave owner.
	George was still concerned about the girl, who was
named Phoebe.  A few weeks later he asked to see her. 
He could tell she was visibly frightened up him.  He
wanted to apologize, but he did not know how to
apologize to a slave.
	"Are you still sore?" he asked.
	" A little, master."
	"Are you still afraid of me?"
	"Yes."
	"Is any man still trying to touch you?'
	"Yes."
	"Who?"
	"Master Bush."
	"Do you want him to stop?"
	"Yes."
	"Will you be less afraid of me it I got him to stop?"
	"Yes."
	"I'll see what I can do to help you."
	Jeb Bush did not appreciate loosing is newest toy,
but he figured the master wanted her for himself.  He
had enough other toys to play with.   George had
Phoebe transferred from the field to the barn-yard, 
which would be easier work and away from Bush.  He
decided that if he could not get Phoebe into his bed
willingly, there was not point in being a slave owner,
and he might as well go back to England.  
	Unfortunately, George did not inform the stable hands
of his plan.  But by the time they got their hands on
Phoebe,  George had potentially more serious problems.
	

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	While George was getting use to his slaves, he was
also meeting his neighbors.  Every Sunday, George went
to church.  Sunday was a day of rest on the
plantation, even for the slaves. George was not
especially pious, but given the uncertainties of life,
he thought it was best to hedge his bets. 
	All the other plantation owners knew John Ashcroft,
and most of them liked him.  When George came to the
church, the sympathized with him and paid their
respects, as gentlemen should.   Even though the men
came to the church, the women stayed home.  Church was
as much for socializing, politics, and gossip as it
was for worship.  The tavern was across the green from
the church, so the men went there after saying their
prayers. 
	One prominent planter introduced himself as Tom
DeLay.  He seemed especially moved by John's death.  
	"I hoped we could have met under better
circumstances, Ashcroft.   My daughter was engaged to
be your sister-in-law."
	"I am shocked to hear that.  My brother was already
married."   George said, with genuine surprise.
	"We had heard that his wife, Martha died last year."
	"That is impossible.   I saw her just before I left
London."
	When he heard that, DeLay began fuming,  "That
bastard Ashcroft deceived my daughter.
She is ruined.  I demand satisfaction."  With that
DeLay slapped George with his glove, as if to
challenge him to a duel.
	George realized that DeLay had been drinking.   He
picked up the glove and returned it.  He said, "I'm
sorry about your daughter, but I can't help you.  I am
not going to risk my safety over a promise I didn't
make or a matter I know nothing about."  
	"Your family honor is at stake, Ashcroft," one of the
other planters said.
	"My family honor is not at stake at all.  I am here
on my sister-in-law's behalf.  John's will left
Ashcroft Hill to her and her son.  I am here to decide
what to do with it."
	"You'd better be telling us the truth, Ashcroft,"
another planter said. 
	"You will find out the truth when I probate the
will."  George replied.
	But before he left, DeLay asked Ashcroft, "Are you
married in England, sir?"
	"No I am not, in England or anywhere."  Ashcroft
replied.
	When they went to probate court, every one realized
that George was telling the truth and that John had a
wife in England.  This especially bothered DeLay, and
his daughter Katherine.
DeLay believed that women had only one role in the
universe, having babies.  However, Katherine was
taught by her mother to think other wise.  DeLay had
congratulated himself for marrying a genuine titled
Lady,  even though she was the daughter of an
impovershed Scottish Laird.  Lady Mary brought
Katherine up with an education.  Now, none of the
planters would have her because both she and them
thought she was too good for them.  This was a source
of continual friction between between father and
daughter.  Katherine agreed to marry John Ashcroft
just to get away from her father.  Tom was frequently
fondling and groping her.  Although it had never gone
beyond that, Katherine was afraid it was only a matter
of time.
	In the meanwhile, while waiting for probate, George
decided to visit other business associates in North
America.  He planned to visit Williamsburg, Annapolis,
Philadelphia, and New York to make and renew
acquaintances.   He wrote ahead to people he knew
asking for suitable accomidations for himself, and
male servant, Rumsfeld, and a female servant, Sara. 
Usually, he had sufficient privacy for him and Sara to
maintain their passion. The only embarrassing time was
an overnight stay at an inn in New Brunswick, where
the three of them had to share a room, but Rumsfeld
slept on the floor.
	During the trip, the three became friendly, although
no one forgot their place.  Sara was surprised to see
a large number of free blacks in New York, and
especially in Philadelphia.
	She asked Rumsfeld, "Mr. Rumsfeld, you are Jewish,
are you not?"
	"Yes, Sara."
	"And your people were slaves to pharaoh in Egypt?"
	"Yes, we were."
	"And God freed your people with a might arm?"
	"Yes, He did, praise the Lord."
	"Do you think God will ever do the same for us?"
	"It's not for me to say, Sara."
	"Why not?"
	"I am Mr. Ashcroft's servant and you are his slave."
	Sara realized that even a white non slave was not
totally free, if he did not have money.   She vowed to
be nice to Rumsfeld  from then on. 
					******************

	They returned a month later.   After the will was
probated,  and after the incident with Phoebe, George
was surprised by a visit from DeLay.  Katherine had
accompanied him.
	"I'd like you to meet my daughter, Ashcroft.  This is
the woman your brother had wronged."  
	"Again, I am sorry for what my brother did to you,
but there is nothing I can do about it."
	DeLay said, "Yes, there is.  You can marry her.  Look
at her.   Her tits are full and her belly is eager to
bring forth sons." 
	Katherine winced as her father grabbed her breasts.  
	George said, "Do you want me to marry you, Katherine?
I just met you.  I know you are Katherine, but I am
not named Petruchio, this not Padua, and I have not
come to wive it wealthily here." 
	When Katherine heard the allusion to The Taming of
the Shrew, she perked up.
	"I am named for that Katherine,"  she said.
	"Are you a shrew?"  he asked.
	"Some men think so."  She said.
	De Lay said, "Look at her, going on with her
learning.   What do you say, Ashcroft?"
	"I will pay court to her on Sunday, with your
permission, sir."  George replied, with a tone of
pretended formality.
	"One more thing, Ashcroft.  Why did you never marry? 
I think a man of your age and position would yearn for
a wife."
	"My business requires me to travel.   I am away from
London at least half the year.  I enjoy taking my
pleasures.  I even have feminine pleasures here." 
With that he pointed at Sara. "I don't think it would
be fair to a wife to have a husband who is not home or
who would place her at risk for disease or death."
	"Nonsense, Ashcroft.  A wife doesn't care where you
get additional pleasure, as long as you don't
jeopardize her status.   Think about it."
	With that, they left. 
	A few years earlier, Katherine might have thought
that George was right not to marry.  But now, she was
so desperate to leave her father, she might take him
on the spot.
	George asked Sara, "She does not look like a ruined
woman.   What happened when John courted her?  How did
he convince her that Martha had died?"
	Sara replied, "Many of us did not believe she was
dead, because John did not go into mourning.  I think
when she wrote that she would no longer return to
South Carolina, John thought she had abandoned him as
if she had died.  As to him courting mistress
Katherine, he must have promised something.  They
became very intimate, but they never used the bed in
this house.  I have no idea if she is still a virgin
or not."
	George was interested enough in Katherine to put on
his best wig when he went to visit.  He did not care
what a woman's prior experience was, as long as she
was not a slut,  which Katherine was not.   He had
never courted seriously because he was never in one
place long enough to do so.  Katherine's interest in
Shakespeare clearly intrigued him, because the bard
was one of his hobbies.  He could carry the plays
while traveling as a source of entertainment. 
	When he arrived at her house, he found her
accompanied by her father and brother.  Her father was
ready to offer a dowry that day, but George thought he
was being hasty.
	"A man and a woman should have time together before
they decide to marry.  Come walk with me, Katherine."
	When they were walking on the plantation road, George
asked, "Did you believe my brother that his first wife
had died?"
	"Yes.  But I was a fool to."
	"He kept saying he could not bring me to England,
which is where I wanted to go.   Now I understand
why."
	"Then why did you accept his proposal?"
	"Men around here are not interested in a woman like
me.   I could not longer live with my  father.   His
proposal was the best offer I had. "
	"Why? You are pretty and smart. I would think men
would love to be with you."
	"You do not understand South Carolina.  I don't want
to talk about my father, but I am lucky to remain a
virgin this long."
	"So my brother did not ruin you then."
	"I took some intimacies with him, but no more than
any betrothed.  I wanted to do what he wanted and make
him happy.  My father was just talking to make you
feel guilty."
	George was reassured about Katherine and his brother.
  He started talking about England and Shakespeare.  
	"Have ever seen a Shakespeare play done live?"
	"Some of my friends and I have tried to do them,  
and we  have seen some efforts in Charles Town, but
these were not what you would see in London.  That is
why I want to go there."
	"In London, there are 17 theaters, with productions
every night during the season."
	"It must be wonderful."
	When they returned to the house, George said to
DeLay, "I respectfully request the honor of courting
your daughter again.  I assure you that my intentions
toward her are honorable."
	"Of course you may, but I don't care if they are
honorable or not."
	George went to visit Katherine every Sunday.  She had
already told her father she would marry him if he
promised to take to England. 
	So it was no surprise when shortly after Christmas,
George got down on one knee and asked Katherine to be
his bride.  
	In discussions of the dowry,  DeLay offered part of
his plantation to be attached to Ashcroft Hill,
provided that George take Katherine to England to
visit.
	"I intend to take her to England permanently, sir.  
She deserves better than what she can get in South
Carolina.  Besides, my business misses me.  I make
more money in London with Ashcroft and Sons than I
would make on a plantation. "
	"Are you that Ashcroft?  We do a lot of shipping
through that firm."
	"Actually, I am one of the sons.  I plan to sell
Ashcroft Hill if I can find a suitable buyer."
	"If you sell Ashcroft hill to me, that would keep it
in the family and we could work it into the marriage
contract and dowry."
	Katherine was thrilled to learn that her new husband
was taking her to London to live.
	It took a while to resolve the final terms of the
contract.  Basically, George would sell Ashcroft Hill,
including the slaves and the live stock,  to be
combined with part of DeLay' plantation.  From the
joint property, DeLay would give Martha and her son
500 pounds a year and Katherine 200  pounds a year as 
a dowry.  Every thing extra DeLay could keep.  Chaney
was appointed the administrator of the properties.  
	While they were setting up the wedding, Katherine and
George spent time together.  They went riding though
the woods.   By April, the weather was very pleasant. 
 
	Their rides took them to a secret glen that Katherine
knew as a girl.  They tied their horses and Katherine
spread a blanket on the meadow floor.  She had brought
meat and wine as a country lunch.  After they ate and
drank,  Katherine lay on her back, staring up at the
trees.
	"You are very beautiful today, " George said.   He
leaned down to kiss her.  Soon he as on top of her
body, as she embraced him.  He fondled her body
through her dress.
	She said, "Wait.  I want you, but I want to wait
until we are married.  Many of Shakespeare's heroines,
like Hero, from Much Ado About Nothing, Hermia from
Midsummer-Night's Dream and Juliet herself thought it
was important to wait."
	"I understand,"  George said, slightly disappointed.
	"I still want to please you.  Do you want me to touch
your member?"
	"You would do that?"
	"I did it for your brother, just to please him, and
so he would not take advantage of me in places such as
this."
	George lowered his hose, exposing his penis. 
Katherine took it in her hand.  She always wondered
how something so small could cause so much pleasure
and pain.  But as it grew in her hands, she realized
how.  She leaned over to study it, marveling at its
sudden power.  He was even bigger than John.  She had
felt John's prick, but she had never studied it in
daylight.
	"Kiss it, my dear.  Love it as you love me."  George
instructed.
	"If it would make you happy?"
	"It would.  Very much."
	She bent down to kiss it.  She then gripped in her
hand and played with it. 	
	"How does that feel?"  She asked.
	"Wonderful.   Don't stop."
	George had closed his eyes to absorb the pleasure
that his fiancee was giving him.  She worked his prick
as she would work a loaf of bread.   Her efforts were
rewarded by her lover's moans.  She knew she was
making him feel good, which made her feel good as a
woman.  She gave  it extra effort. But still she was
surprised when gushes of semen spurt out of him,
covering her hand and face.  She giggled as she tried
to wipe it off.  George just took her in his arms and
said, "Thank you."
	A small wedding  was held in the parish Episcopal
church, attended by just her family, Chaney, Rumsfeld
and Powell.  It was followed by a large  dinner for
all the planters in the area. 
George and Katherine were going to spend a week at
Ashcroft Hill before they sailed for England.
Before they left the dinner, DeLay came over to them
carrying the final bill of sale.
	"Excuse me, Ashcroft, but this lists 84 slaves.  I
thought there were 85."
	"That does not include Sara.  She is pregnant with my
baby, and I am giving her her freedom."
	George and Katherine arrived at Ashcroft Hall after
the dinner.   Sara greeted them.
	"Congratulations, Mrs. Ashcroft, on your wedding."
	"Congratulations, to you, too, Sara for getting your
freedom."
	"Thank you, Mrs. Ashcroft.  You are getting a special
man, both in bed and out.   I should know because I've
had plenty."
	"I feel a bit funny taking your place in his bed."
	"You are his wife.  That is where you belong.  I was
just his slave.  Don't worry about me.  I have the two
things I wanted more than anything else.  My baby and
my freedom. "
	Katherine was accompanied by her personal maid, an
old fat black woman named Elsie.  Taking Elsie to
England would mean giving her her freedom, also, but
since poor women didn't have any rights, anyway, it
wouldn't matter. 
	Katherine changed into her night dress.  George also
was wearing a night shirt.  They stood in front of the
bed, embracing passionately.  This was the night that
Katherine wished for and feared her entire adult life.
 She had seen her father and brother openly have sex
with their slaves.   Some slaves seemed to love it,
and others seemed in pain. 
	"I will try to be a good wife, to you, George, but
you will  have to help me."  She said quietly.
	"I want you but I will do nothing to hurt you, my
love. "  George replied, trying to reassure her. 
Although George had had sex with hundreds of women, he
had never had a virgin. 
	George lay on the bed, and pulled Katherine down next
to him.  He kissed her on the face, while he placed
his hands on the breasts.   He then put his hands
under her dress on her bare breasts.  	
	"How do you feel?" He asked.
	"Wonderful,"  she replied.
	"I want to take your dress."
	"Yes."
	George removed her dress, and also took off his own
night shirt, to lay naked beside her.
He kissed her breasts, and then moved down her stomach
to kiss her legs.  When he put a finger on her pussy,
she almost jumped.  
	"I'm not used to that feeling,"   she said.
	"Do you like it?"
	"Yes."  
	He continued to fondle her pussy, making her more
excited.  Her breathing came faster, as she started to
moan.  George noticed that her pussy became wet with
excitement.  
	Suddenly she uttered a screech.
	"What are doing to me?  My body is on fire." 
	"Do you want me to stop?"
	"No.  The feeling is wonderful.  Oh my God."  A quick
orgasm pulsed through her body, leaving her
breathless.
	After she came down, she asked, "It that it? I am I
still a virgin?"
	"No.  We have all night."
	"It is my turn to play with your member?"
	"Yes.  Do it the way you did in the meadow."
	She took his prick in both hands.   Within seconds,
it was long and hard.  She continued to rub it, making
him feel wonderful.
	"Am I doing to you what you did to me?"  She asked.
	"Yes, you are doing great.   But now you have to
stop."
	"Why?"
	Without replying George climbed on top of her,
positioning his prick at the entrance to her slit.  
She did not know how such a large penis could enter
such a small hole.  He pushed it in slowly.  She felt
a pinch as he eased in.
	"Oooh.  That stings a bit."  She said.
	"Do you want me to stop?"
	"No.  The pain went away, but the pleasure is still
there."
	"Let me do the work.  You just focus on the
pleasure."
	George started to move with her.  Katherine felt him
deep inside. She trusted him completely.   She felt
totally possessed by her husband, as if they shared
the same body.  As he moved inside, she abandoned
herself to the feeling.  All thoughts left her head. 
Only the feeling remained.  George was pounding into
her, trying to raise her up even higher.  It was too
high to last.  Her whole body convulsed in orgasmic
pleasure.   George continued to thrust inside her
until he could not take any more either.   He spurt
repeatedly, until they were both exhausted.
	"Wow.  What was that?  I never experienced any thing
like that in my life.  You sure know how to tame a
shrew. "  She said.
	George replied, "Now you are a woman,  my wife, and
my Carolina Queen.  Let us hope this was the first of
many such encounters."
	"I am glad I married you, George.  I love you."
	"I love you too.   I'm glad I married you."
	They embraced each other and fell asleep.  
	They spent the week exploring each other's body and
giving each other pleasure. 
	On the fourth night, Katherine said, "Do me the way
you did Sara."
	"Why?  There were times when I hurt her."
	"Because I am taking her place.  Your bed is mine by
right, and I want all the pleasures of it.  I want you
to have all the pleasures here, so you don't share
yourself with someone else. I will do what ever you
say to please you,  even if it hurts."
	George decided to see whether she was serious.  
	"Give me your hands," he said.  He tied her naked to
the bed.  
	"You can stop me at any time by saying `God Save the
King'.  Do you understand?
	"Yes, husband."
	George started to kiss her.  But then the slapped her
across her breasts.  He pinched her pussy, eliciting
cries of pain.  
	"What about the King?"  he asked.
	Katherine said nothing.  He climbed on top of her and
positioned his prick between her breasts.  He pressed
them against it, and moved between them.  
	"Take it in your mouth" he ordered.
	She opened her mouth and let him push it down her
throat.  She started to gag, but then realized she
could take him by breathing through her nose. He
fucked mouth, holding her head.  As he got more
excited, he realized that his orgasm was imminent.  As
he came in her mouth, he ordered, "Swallow it."  
	She did, even though it was hard to do.  
	When he finished, he asked, "What to think of the
King, now?"
	She had a feeling of accomplishment, as if she had
completed a difficult task successfully.  She smiled
and said, "Indeed, God Save the King.  And God save my
husband."
	Over the rest of the week, George had her try several
positions, including from behind, and with her legs
over his head. Each was tried more willingly than the
next.  George realized that his virgin wife was better
then the vast majority of professional whores that he
had known.  The difference was that she loved him, and
would do anything for him.
	When it came time to leave, they boarded the Carolina
Queen.  The ship sailed to Philadelphia first.   Sara
had met some other free blacks, so she wanted to live
there.  
	Rumsfeld said, "Master Ashcroft, I want to stay in
Philadelphia also, at least until Sara has her baby. 
She will need a friend in this big city."
	Ashcroft consented, since he would not need a servant
aboard the ship.  Rumsfeld hoped that Sara would be
sufficiently grateful for his efforts that she would
let him enjoy her body.  He was not disappointed.  
Sara viewed the Jewish God as the God of freedom. 
Rumsfeld reminded her that Sarah was the wife of the
first Jew, Abraham.   They got married after she
converted. 
	George moved  Katherine into his townhouse in London.
    He introduced her everywhere and took her to
theater.  He even took her to Scotland to meet her
uncle.  George's business prospered for several years,
until the  Americans decided that they no longer
needed the English. But by that time, George was quite
wealthy.	
	He had four children with Katherine, two of whom
survived until adulthood.  Although George was not
always loyal to her body, he never cheated on her
soul.



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