the same with the men, and Eli was standing with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a rifle in the other. I pulled off my dress while Vivian was still with Number 2; I wanted to use the time to have a good look at the twins. I figured if I were naked, they may not mind my staring so much. Eli took the bait and leered at me from over the top of his upturned bottle. Lucas paid me no mind at all, but rather kept working his way down the line collecting the field hands’ clothes.
The twins looked exactly alike, and not at all like Julian. Whereas Julian was a big, green-eyed, red-haired beast of a man to behold, Eli and Lucas were only a few inches taller than me, both with brown eyes and fair hair. I could tell them apart only by a scar that ran from Eli’s left ear to the side of his mouth. Their extreme cruelty must have been an effort to compensate for being such small, unattractive, cowardly men. I couldn’t imagine that either of them were a prize to anyone.
Vivian had just finished collecting Number 9’s dress and was stepping over to stand in front of my stall. I held it out for her, already neatly folded. She pretended to take it from my hand, and when I released the dress she did the same, dropping it onto a pile of moldy hay.
“My apologies, Number 10,” she said with a smirk on her face as she picked it up and balled it up with the other dresses. I let her have her moment of triumph, too smart to let her goad me into a fight with her when only Eli and Lucas were around to step in for me. Lucas had just finished with the men as well, and he and Vivian wasted no time ushering a slave into each stall.
At one point, Lucas tried to usher the biggest of the men into Number 5’s stall, but Vivian caught his hand before he could and sent a different man in instead. The biggest one was sent to my stall, and Vivian’s satisfaction with herself showed all over her face.
“What be your name?” asked the black-skinned giant of a man who’d been locked in with me. I didn’t answer him, and I just stood there with my hands at my sides.
“They call me Caesar.” I didn’t reply to that either. I knew what he was there for, and there was no cause for pleasantries at that time.
Caesar was the biggest Negro on the entire plantation. He was about seven feet tall, with inky black skin and bloodshot eyes. He’d been known to cause trouble for overseers on occasion, but because he was the most productive slave the Devereauxs owned, his punishments were never severe enough to interfere with his work in any way. As much as the Devereauxs hated Negroes, their love of money knew no bounds. Caesar was a slaver’s dream - young, strong, and efficient; and no one – slave or otherwise – ever gave him any trouble.
I so wanted to try and fight him off. I didn’t want to just hand my dignity over to him, but that wasn’t my choice to make. I let him grope and probe all of me. He spun me around slowly, obviously pleased with the appearance of my goosebumped, naked body. His breath – it was so awful. It was hot, and raw, and it made me nauseous. His lips slid down my cheek to the side of my neck, and he groaned with delight at the taste of my flesh. When my tears rained down my face, he licked those up with his coated tongue and then kissed me in the mouth. I closed my eyes to block out what was happening to me and was then overcome with the strangest feeling.
At first, I felt a wave of sick coming on. Then, just as suddenly, I felt weightless. It was like my spirit came right out of my flesh; only, my spirit had eyes and could see what was happening to me.
He lowered himself down and on top of me, fitting his wide frame between my legs. He threw my legs over his shoulders and positioned himself at the opening to my anus. My face twisted up in pain when he made to penetrate me, but he kept pushing forward until he broke through. I saw myself, my eyes closed
The twins looked exactly alike, and not at all like Julian. Whereas Julian was a big, green-eyed, red-haired beast of a man to behold, Eli and Lucas were only a few inches taller than me, both with brown eyes and fair hair. I could tell them apart only by a scar that ran from Eli’s left ear to the side of his mouth. Their extreme cruelty must have been an effort to compensate for being such small, unattractive, cowardly men. I couldn’t imagine that either of them were a prize to anyone.
Vivian had just finished collecting Number 9’s dress and was stepping over to stand in front of my stall. I held it out for her, already neatly folded. She pretended to take it from my hand, and when I released the dress she did the same, dropping it onto a pile of moldy hay.
“My apologies, Number 10,” she said with a smirk on her face as she picked it up and balled it up with the other dresses. I let her have her moment of triumph, too smart to let her goad me into a fight with her when only Eli and Lucas were around to step in for me. Lucas had just finished with the men as well, and he and Vivian wasted no time ushering a slave into each stall.
At one point, Lucas tried to usher the biggest of the men into Number 5’s stall, but Vivian caught his hand before he could and sent a different man in instead. The biggest one was sent to my stall, and Vivian’s satisfaction with herself showed all over her face.
“What be your name?” asked the black-skinned giant of a man who’d been locked in with me. I didn’t answer him, and I just stood there with my hands at my sides.
“They call me Caesar.” I didn’t reply to that either. I knew what he was there for, and there was no cause for pleasantries at that time.
Caesar was the biggest Negro on the entire plantation. He was about seven feet tall, with inky black skin and bloodshot eyes. He’d been known to cause trouble for overseers on occasion, but because he was the most productive slave the Devereauxs owned, his punishments were never severe enough to interfere with his work in any way. As much as the Devereauxs hated Negroes, their love of money knew no bounds. Caesar was a slaver’s dream - young, strong, and efficient; and no one – slave or otherwise – ever gave him any trouble.
I so wanted to try and fight him off. I didn’t want to just hand my dignity over to him, but that wasn’t my choice to make. I let him grope and probe all of me. He spun me around slowly, obviously pleased with the appearance of my goosebumped, naked body. His breath – it was so awful. It was hot, and raw, and it made me nauseous. His lips slid down my cheek to the side of my neck, and he groaned with delight at the taste of my flesh. When my tears rained down my face, he licked those up with his coated tongue and then kissed me in the mouth. I closed my eyes to block out what was happening to me and was then overcome with the strangest feeling.
At first, I felt a wave of sick coming on. Then, just as suddenly, I felt weightless. It was like my spirit came right out of my flesh; only, my spirit had eyes and could see what was happening to me.
He lowered himself down and on top of me, fitting his wide frame between my legs. He threw my legs over his shoulders and positioned himself at the opening to my anus. My face twisted up in pain when he made to penetrate me, but he kept pushing forward until he broke through. I saw myself, my eyes closed
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