2 comments/ 41183 views/ 6 favorites Noah Hamilton, Slave Owner Ch. 01 By: montco724 *WARNING – PLEASE READ FIRST This is a story set in the American South during the period of slavery. It is an accurate depiction of the period. As such, racism, racial slurs and racist attitudes are included as key elements of some characters. If you are not comfortable with the topic of slavery, racial supremacy/subordination, or even seeing the "n" word used in a demeaning way, I urge you NOT to read on. Thank you. September 1810 The story that follows details the life of Dr. Noah Hamilton – a 26 year-old physician born into a very wealthy family outside of Philadelphia. Noah came from one of the first families to settle in the new colonies. His family was brought here as indentured servants, but had amassed great wealth – allowing Dr. Hamilton plenty of idle time. ------------------------------------------ This story begins, not in Philadelphia with Dr. Hamilton, but several hundred miles to the south on the farm of Abe Stewart in North Carolina. If the farm were in Georgia or South Carolina, you might call it a plantation, but Stewart preferred the term farm. Stewart was a fairly wealthy man and had nearly 20 slaves working his land. He lived on the farm with his bitch of wife Caroline and has wonderful daughter Amanda. Amanda was the apple of his eye and there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her. It was a hot early September day and Caroline had taken their daughter into town – it would be an all-day trip and they were not likely to be back before sundown. This gave Abe Stewart a whole day to engage in his favorite past time - fucking his negro slaves. His wife did not approve and it had essentially ruined their marriage and was the reason Amanda was an only child. He didn't care. Caroline was cold and frigid, and she would never leave him because she had nowhere else to go. She had discovered his secret long ago and she hated him for it. But his slaves feared him to no end. Abe Stewart was a runt of man – just 5 foot 5 inches with a large belly. Nobody would fear him if they weren't owned by him. He had a foreman on the farm, Frank, if it ever came to that. Abe's little man complex manifested itself in the ruthless beatings he would unleash on any of his slaves if they displeased him for any reason – or sometimes just for fun. The young 17 year old house slave Sarah was washing dishes in the kitchen that September morning. She was desperately trying to drown out the sounds from upstairs. The other house slave, Mary, was being raped and ravaged by Abe Stewart. Sarah was trying to finish the dishes and then go outside before the screaming became too intense. Sarah was filled with fear – every day, Abe Stewart would look at her and remind her that she would soon be turning 18 – and would finally be his at last. She knew she was being kept to be a sex toy to this disgusting man. Upstairs, Abe Stewart had his 6-inch cock buried into Mary's ass. Abe didn't care about lube, although he loved it when his niggers start to bleed. Blood makes a nice little lubricant. Mary was writhing in pain and he didn't give a shit. He was pumping in and out of her ass hard. Her face was contorted in pain and he whispered into her ear, "You like that Nigger? You're going to make me feel good today. What do you say?" Mary was in so much pain, she couldn't respond. Abe whacked her across the face hard. "Answer me nigger! You like my cock in your ass?" Mary mumbled an unenthusiastic "yes sir." Abe started slapping her face and her tits as his cock pushed in and out of Mary's brown hole. He loved this part – humiliating the slaves. It was a sexual fetish for him, but it was also a key element of his control over them. Abe was getting close to cumming. But he needed something extra special to push him over the edge. He grabbed one of her nipples and twisted it brutally. Mary let out a blood curdling scream which caused two things to happen simultaneously – Abe unloaded a torrent of cum into her ass because he always cums harder when his niggers scream. And Sarah flew out the back door of the kitchen with her hands over her ears. Come the first of May, Sarah knew it would be her. She had to get away. ------------------------------------------ Meanwhile, several hundred miles to the north, outside of Philadelphia, the young Dr. Noah Hamilton was finalizing his plans to move to North Carolina. Both of his parents had passed on, his father about four months ago and his mother several years before that. He had been courting a young woman, but had learned that she was primarily after his money. He had no interest in that. That isn't to say that the young Dr. Hamilton was a saint. He had been a visitor of the whorehouses down near the Delaware River and had taken up pleasing companionship with the wife of local merchant. But it would not last. His uncle had moved to North Carolina several years before and told him that life was good in the south. A slower pace, many available ladies and a chance to be the gentleman farmer that Dr. Noah Hamilton had always wanted to be. On that warm September day, Dr. Noah Hamilton was putting his affairs in order to move south in early November after the harvest. ...to be continued... Noah Hamilton, Slave Owner Ch. 02 *WARNING – PLEASE READ FIRST This is a story set in the American South during the period of slavery. It is an accurate depiction of the period. As such, racism, racial slurs and racist attitudes are included as key elements of some characters. If you are not comfortable with the topic of slavery, racial supremacy/subordination, or even seeing the "n" word used in a demeaning way, I urge you NOT to read on. Thank you. This is a part of the Noah Hamilton series. I will not recap previous chapters in the current chapter. So, for this story to make the most sense, please review prior chapters. November 1810 The first Sunday in November 1810, Dr. Noah Hamilton and his uncle's family had attended church services in a small North Carolina town. Noah had just arrived from Pennsylvania. On this Sunday, a visiting minister from Georgia had to come to lecture on the "dark heart of the niggers who do Satan's bidding." Many in the audience were getting riled up and shouting in agreement. Dr. Noah Hamilton was doing his best to stifle a laugh. Surely the negros were poor, uneducated and subservient, but they were kept in that place. Dr. Hamilton had the occasion to work with negro patients in Pennsylvania and knew this not to be their nature. After the service, Noah's uncle introduced him around to leading members of society. Dr. Hamilton was a welcomed addition to the community – the nearest doctor was on the other side of the county, almost a 4 hour journey. While Dr. Hamilton mostly wanted to be a gentleman farmer, he knew he would need to provide some medical care to this community. But the town folk also had another interest in Dr. Hamilton – he was also a young, eligible bachelor and they were factoring him into their consideration for as a perspective mate for their daughters. Abe Stewart was no moron. He quickly sized up Dr. Hamilton and realized he had money – lots of money. He figured the doctor was probably far wealthier than he let on given his unassuming disposition. And Abe needed to get working on a potential husband for his beautiful daughter Amanda, who had recently turned 16. Abe still had a few years, but he wanted to begin building the groundwork soon because there were several young ladies in the community who were older and could be potential competition for his Amanda. And so, after service, it was Abe Stewart who offered to have the young Dr. Noah Hamilton dine with them the following day. ------------------------------------------ The following day, Dr. Noah Hamilton traveled through the village and over towards the river and the Stewart farm. It was a beautiful ride and Dr. Hamilton was an excellent rider. He rode up to the house and was met by a young slave. Dr. Hamilton figured that Abe Stewart had slaves, but wasn't prepared for the show that had been arranged in his honor. Abe figured he needed to impress the young doctor and did it the only way he knew how, by using and abusing his slaves. The young boy led Dr. Hamilton's horse away to the stables. Dr. Hamilton turned towards to the house, but a young negro woman was approaching him – Sarah. Noah took her in and inhaled deeply. This black beauty was a sight to behold. She was curvy, without being large. Her eyes had a softness to them. And her light skin complexion stood in contrast to many of the slaves he had seen in the community – she was mulato at best, but probably only one-quarter negro. She spoke softly to him in a command of the language that was not of a slave, but an educated woman, "Master Hamilton, Master Stewart has asked me to escort you to the house." Noah followed her silently looking at her beautiful rear and not knowing that moment would be the highlight of his day. Abe Stewart received Dr. Hamilton in the parlor and introduced him to his family, although they had seen each other at church the day before. Dr. Hamilton politely took both Caroline and Amanda's hands and kissed them gently, while bowing to them. Dr. Hamilton could instantly see the tension between Abe and Caroline. For her part, Caroline looked at Dr. Hamilton in awe. For once, she agreed with her husband Abe – they needed to arrange a marriage for their daughter Amanda to this dashing young man. Amanda, for her part, was bored with the whole thing. Dr. Hamilton was far too old for her and spoke strangely. She had her eyes set another boy her age – the foreman Frank's son. He was beneath her station, but he made her heart flutter and she hoped her father would eventually approve. The parlor conversation bored Dr. Hamilton. Abe spent a considerable amount of time talking about the farm, his slaves and all about himself. Noah recognized the insecurity in the man, but figured he could put up with it for a day. Dinner, the mid-day meal, was a pleasant offering of beef, corn and greens. The meal progressed pleasantly enough until the beautiful young house slave Sarah spilled the gravy on the table. She had been looking at Noah, who had been looking at her and she missed the plate. Their gaze was broken as Abe screamed at her, "You stupid nigger! How dare you spill on this fine linen in front of our guest. Go out to the shed and present yourself to Frank for punishment." After she had left, Abe continue, "I'm very sorry for her. We've been too gentle with her and you can never be too gentle with these damn niggers. I should get rid of her." At that moment, Caroline sniffled and had a large grin on her face looking at Abe. Abe's words had given her an idea. Abe, on the other hand, couldn't look at anyone. Noah figured that Abe was already fucking Sarah and Caroline was pissed. Noah filed that piece of information away in his mind. After the meal, Abe invited Noah for a ride to show him the property. Abe led Noah down to the river and showed him the beauty of the local county. As they approached the edge of the property, Abe pointed to the neighboring property. He told Noah that the neighboring farm was for sale. Noah was taken with the beauty of the neighboring farm. That evening on the way back to his Uncles, Dr. Hamilton stopped off at the only brothel in town. For the first time in his life, he had sex with a negro. As they entered the room, she removed her clothing quickly, wanting to get this over with. Noah sat in the chair taking in her appearance. She was a very dark-skinned negro, he noted the scars on her back from beatings. She was not attractive, but he attributed that to her very hard life. Noah needed to get off, but he couldn't use this woman like a piece of trash. She was afraid he would treat her poorly, but Dr. Hamilton made love to her like an equal – she wept tears as he rubbed her clit lovingly and made her cum. She moved down between his legs, taking his cock in her mouth and sucking him hard. Noah closed his eyes and the image of Sarah popped into his mind – he envisioned it was Sarah sucking his cock. Noah climbed on top of the whore and slowly slide his cock inside of her. She was not tight, actually, she was really, really loose – but she still satisfied him. Noah fucked her hard and fast, wanting to get off. And she was genuinely pleased when he kissed her nipples and came inside her. The young whore knew Dr. Hamilton was a good and decent man. As Noah was coming inside the whore, back on the Stewart farm, Frank had the house slave Sarah chained naked to a wall in the barn, where she had been all day. Frank knew the rules, he could touch her, but could not use her sexually. She had urinated and defecated herself in fear. Frank played mental games with her and said, "Mmmm. I might just ask Abe to fuck you like he's been fucking Mary!" And with that, he began whipping her naked back, but not too hard. He knew Abe didn't like his house niggers to look like field niggers. Up at the house, Mary could hear Sarah's screams. She said a small prayer to God thanking him that it wasn't her tonight. She also asked God to put her out of her misery. Mary wanted to die. ------------------------------------------ The next morning, Dr. Noah Hamilton saddled his horse and rode back across town. He slowed as he passed the Stewart farm, but didn't see the Stewart family. Down the lane, he slowed the horse to a slow strut and took in the beauty of the neighboring farm. He loved it. He saw some negros working out in one of the fields. The farmhouse was stately and matched his dreams – built into the side of a large hill, it was taller than it would otherwise be. He rode up to the farmhouse. Nobody came out to meet him. He mounted the steps and knocked on the front door. He was met by an eldery house slave. "Is the Master or Mistress in?" The old slave muttered something unintelligible and showed him in. She showed him into the parlor and then left. A few minutes later, he heard someone coming down the stairs. Libby Hartley entered the parlor and saw the young Dr. Hamilton sitting there. She had seen him at church, but being the local pariah, she was not introduced. Dr. Hamilton saw Libby enter and he averted his eyes. She was obviously not expecting company and had not made herself presentable. She was wearing her house clothes, which fit loosely. Noah also felt pitty for her, the years had not been kind on her. They talked pleasantries about the weather, the community, etc. Libby turned the conversation more directly, "Well Dr. Hamilton, I know this isn't a housecall, to what do I owe the pleasure of this discussion?" Noah was hoping to build up more trust before having this conversation, but thought he needed to follow her lead. "I was at the Stewart farm yesterday and noticed your farm. It is very beautiful. I was wondering if you and your husband would consider selling." Libby replied, "Me." "Excuse me?" said Noah. "You meant if I would consider selling. I'm a widow. My husband died nearly a decade ago, before Madison was elected President. You want to know if I would consider selling." Noah expressed his apologies for her loss and affirmed that was his interest. "I'll consider selling, but the price I want might be too great for you." Noah hadn't made a habit of his wealth yet, but told Libby, "I believe we can come to some arrangement." Libby snickered while informing him that her daughter, Ginger, had married and moved to Savannah, Georgia around the time her husband passed away. She wanted to move down there to be near her daughter. "Tell me Dr. Hamilton, are you a married or attached man?" Libby asked. "No I'm not." What Libby said next floored him, "Here is what I'm offering. I will sell you the farm for $15,000. This includes the land, the house, all farm equipment, and the 22 field slaves, but not Tabitha, my house slave. She will go with me to Savannah. However, I'm not prepared to leave until next summer, so the deal will not go through until next May. That gives us 6 months to reach the second part of our agreement." "Go on," said Noah. "You seem like a good, decent young man. And it's been a long time since my husband passed. I haven't pursued any relationships because the men around here talk. However, I want to feel a little vitality before I go away. So, for the next six months, you will be my lover. We will satisfy each other. However, I must insist that this be completely quiet – those in town dislike me anyway, the last thing they need is another reason to do so. And you don't want to be seen with an old hag like me." She paused letting her words sink in. "However, this deal is valid only for today. I must have your answer this afternoon." Libby could see some shock on Dr. Hamilton's face and regretted being so bold. She was always bold and direct, which is why the other ladies disliked her. Noah instantly knew this was a deal he wanted, but also wanted to see if he could draw a better bargain. "Libby, I'm not the kind of man to just use a woman. Would you mind if I rode around the property to look things over?" She agreed. He left the home and mounted his horse, riding back into the fields. The land had been well tended. Noah wondered how that could be if the husband had been dead for nearly a decade. There were no signs of neglect or decay on the property. He rode out to where the slaves were working. They looked strong, in good condition. Very few had markings on their backs from beatings and Noah made a mental note of this. The largest and strongest of the slaves, James, looked thoughtfully at him, but continued with his work. Under a tree, he found the farm foreman, sleeping. Noah woke him, "Excuse me?" The foreman, Marhsall, awoke with a start. "Whatcha want Dr. Hamilton?" Noah was surprised he knew his name. "How do you know my name?" "My brotha Frank is the foreman at the Stewart farm, he told me." "How long have you worked for Miss Hartley?" "Reckon it be about three years now. Good work this place, man don't hafta work too hard." "Miss Hartley has given me permission to ride around the property for the day. Hope you don't mind." And with that Noah tipped his hat. Noah recognized that Marshall had little to do with the farm's success. Noah rode back to the river and the large boulder on the hill, which was on the Stewart side. He thought Abe's suggestion of moving the boulder down to the river to create a pool was folly. He rode back across the farm to the west and encountered a low building among the trees. He heard laughing and clapping from inside. He rode his horse up to the building, dismounted and walked in. Inside he encountered two slave women and 4 slave children. They were laughing and singing and clapping. The younger of the slave women, named Charity, jumped up, shooed the children into the back of the building, one of the children limped and moved slowly. She demurely lowered her head before approaching the strange white man. He spoke first, "I'm Dr. Hamilton. This, I presume is the slave quarters." "Yes, sir," Charity answered meekly. At first she feared for the children at the approach of this strange white man, but his voice and tone convinced her that this man was no threat. "How many negros live in this building?" "Sir, there are 22 of us. 4 children, 18 adults who work the fields, sir." "What is wrong with that boy?" Fear flickered in her eyes. In this county, it was not uncommon for white masters to kill lame slaves. This was her little boy and she loved him. He was so intelligent, but he couldn't walk right. "Sir, he just hurt his leg the other day. He'll be fine." If Dr. Hamilton were to purchase this farm, he wanted to set the right tone from the beginning – authoritarian, but not cruel. He raised his voice slightly. "Don't you lie to me. Bring him here now." Charity was terrified now. She slowly led her son to the doctor, who was watching the young boy's leg intently. The doctor reached out and felt the leg. She inhaled audibly. No master would demean himself to touch a negro in such a gentle way and here he was touching a slave. "I'm a doctor," he said. "I've heard about you sir," she said and he quickly shot her a look. She hastily added, "From one of us slaves at Master Stewart's farm." He stood, looked at her and said, "That will be all" and left the building. She wondered if she angered him, but then thought better. If he was angry, he surely would have hit her. Meanwhile, back at the house, Libby was in a fit. She'd been way too bold and it was going to cost her. She knew she wasn't a catch, but her pussy ached and she hoped that Noah was desperate enough for the farm to take her on for a while. Back out on the farm, Noah rode back towards the house and stopped in the barn. He walked around inside and noticed how well cared for the place was. It was immaculately clean, the tools were in exceptional shape. He found a closet with some notebooks – farm records. The records were meticulous – noting output, sales prices, etc. Noah quickly gleaned that the farm was profitable, but not a huge moneymaker. This would enhance his bargaining position. He heard a noise behind him and he turned to see the largest of the slaves, James, behind him. James waited to be spoken to, but he did not like this man looking through his books. "Hello," Noah said. "I'm Dr. Hamilton. Miss Hartley has given me permission to look around the property." "Yes, sir. But those are private matters," said James. Quickly adding a "sir" at the end. His tone was neither demure, nor threatening. "Tell me your name slave," Noah asked. To which he replied "James, sir." James thought it unusual that a white stranger would think enough of him to inquire his name. Noah continued, "James, these notes are all in the same hand and go back a decade. But Marshall has only been here for a few seasons. How is that? Are these your notes?" James averted his eyes. This one was smart, but decades had taught him to distrust the whites. "Yes sir, I made the notes after the death of Master Hartley." Noah nodded his head. James continued, "Sir, but these here are private papers. I'm sorry sir." Noah said, "James, Mistress Hartley has given me permission to search the property – everywhere on the property." At that exact moment Libby Hartley rounded the corner and said, "That I did! How do you find things?" She had changed her clothes and tried to pretty herself up a bit. James bowed his head. Libby continued, "That will be all James." He paused and looked cautiously at her. She added, "I'll be alright, back to work." She turned and walked up to the house with Noah following her. Once back inside the parlor, Libby asked, "Well Dr. Hamilton, what do you think?" Noah took his time laying it out for Libby, "You have a nice operation here and the land is in good shape. But..." He paused for dramatic effect. "The farm is not as profitable as it might seem. This will certainly impact the sales price." Libby knew this already, which is why she had shot him such a high price. She was starting to feel desperate since this was her best chance to sell. Noah continued, "The back quarter looks in need of work and the irrigation channel down at the river is in mighty rough shape." Neither of these things were true, but Noah wanted to lay more seeds of doubt. After an additional pause, he continued, "Miss Hartley, this is my first and only offer on the farm. If you do not accept, I will not negotiate further. I will pay you the sum of $10,000, which is a good deal for you, since it is probably only worth less than $9,000. I will keep all 22 slaves, but you may keep your house slave and take her to Savannah. Two of your female slaves are expecting children, so they will be less productive and that also diminishes the value. However, the sale will be completed no later than Christmas day. You may continue to live in the house and on the land as a border until you leave for Savannah in May. As a border, you will not be expected to pay any rent. I will not stay at the farm until after you've moved so the town people will not talk. If you are agreeable to this, we can go upstairs and make this official." He said the last with a twinkle in his eye. Libby's heart lept for joy. $10,000 was a good price for the farm, and she was going to have lots of sex for the next six months. Her pussy began tingling. She needed his cock. Libby said, "Deal." And turned to head up the stairs. ------------------------------------------ Dr. Noah Hamilton followed the widow Libby Hartley up the stairs for a romp. In her bedroom, Libby quickly kicked off her shoes and lifted her house dress over her head. She was naked underneath. She walked over to Noah and kissed him tenderly on the lips. After shedding her clothes, her dominance and directness slipped away. She was needy and insecure. She helped Noah silently shed his clothes. When his underwear slipped off, she took in the sight of him. He was young, muscular, with a gorgeous cock. It was not huge, but very respectable. She kissed Noah silently, and he pressed hard into her. While Noah had been riding in the field, she had made herself up. Noah realized two things: she was a little more attractive than he initially assumed and she was far younger than he had thought. Noah Hamilton, Slave Owner Ch. 02 They laid on the bed and Noah kissed her directly on the lips. His hands roamed over her large breasts which drooped with her age. His hand move lower and he was surprised to discover that Libby was already wet. Actually, wet wouldn't describe it – Libby was leaking like a spigot. She was hungrily pulling Noah to her. Foreplay was not on the day's agenda. He glided over the top of her and shoved his cock into her in one swift motion. Libby was so wet, he met with no resistance, although she was very tight from nearly a decade of inaction. She screamed loudly from the pleasure. Noah wondered if the house slave Tabitha was hearing this. "Oh Dr. Hamilton, take me. Fuck me. Make me yours." He didn't need to be asked twice. He began pumping into her with fervid speed. Libby was screaming and moaning. She hadn't felt this in decades. Even before her husband passed away, he hadn't made her feel this in a long, long time. The cock inside her kept hammering away. Noah kissed her cheek lovingly. She looked into his eyes and that was all she needed. "I'm cumming!!!" she screamed. Noah slowed his pace, but didn't stop pumping into her. He thought to himself, 'damn, she needs this bad.' He spent several minutes making love to her, kissing her gently and messaging her breast while slowly fucking her. And then he picked up the pace. He grabbed one of her legs, elevated it and then started driving himself into her pussy. Libby started moaning again. She could feel the train coming. Noah kept pumping away. I'm just a matter of minutes, Libby screamed out again, "Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming." Libby crested and Noah was so close. One. Two. Three. Four more strokes and Noah came deeply inside her. He lowered his body down next to her. She spoke first and said, "I have never had orgasms like that. I was not very lady-like." Noah said, "Miss Hartley, you've got yourself a deal. But I think I may be real winner. I'm looking forward to these next few months!" Downstairs, Tabitha heard the fucking and smiled. Tabitha was tremendously fond of Mistress Hartley and she hated her owner's loneliness. Tabitha was a slave, but she was fiercely loyal to Mistress Hartley. Many would have sold off or otherwise turned out a house slave of her age, but Mistress Hartley kept her on. She overlooked many of her mistakes, her shaky hands that would spill tea or her afternoon naps. Mistress Hartley was a good woman and she was pleased she was happy. Tabitha heard Dr. Hamilton descend the stairs and then heard Mistress Hartley ringing for her on the little bell. ------------------------------------------ Noah was leaving the Hartley farm and decided to stop in at the Stewart farm. He wasn't ready to tell Abe Stewart that he was purchasing the farm, but he would soon. As he rode up the lane, the house slave Sarah met him out front. Noah could instantly see she was in pain – and the sadness in her eyes. "Good day sir," she spoke softly. "Hello Sarah. Is Mister Stewart here?" "Yes sir, he is in the barn. He has told me not to disturb him, I'm sorry." Dr. Hamilton said, "That's OK, I'll head out there myself." Sarah's eyes filled with fear and she stuttered, "but sir!" Noah cut her off, "I'll be fine. Please just return to the house." Noah headed into the barn, where he heard grunting and whipping. He heard Abe say, "Take that nigger! You need to learn your place. You ain't no man, I'm the man." Noah came around the corner and saw a male slave strapped to a wooden breeding horse, Abe was behind him and was fucking his ass. Noah blurted out, "What the fuck is this?" Abe turned to Noah and screamed, "Get the fuck out of here." Noah turned and quickly left, casting his eyes up to the house and Sarah standing on the porch looking at him. She knew that he knew Abe's secret. Noah mounted his horse and headed back to his uncle's house. Noah Hamilton, Slave Owner Ch. 03 *WARNING -- PLEASE READ FIRST This is a story set in the American South during the period of slavery. It is an accurate depiction of the period. As such, racism, racial slurs and racist attitudes are included as key elements of some characters. If you are not comfortable with the topic of slavery, racial supremacy/subordination, or even seeing the "n" word used in a demeaning way, I urge you NOT to read on. Thank you. This is a part of the Noah Hamilton series. I will not recap previous chapters in the current chapter. So, for this story to make the most sense, please review prior chapters. December 24, 1810 Four weeks passed since that fateful day. Every couple of days, Noah would travel out to the Hartley farm (soon to be his farm!) and check on the farm. Then he would fuck the previous owner, Libby Hartley. But a dark cloud swirled in his mind. He had not seen any of the Stewarts since that day -- the day he caught Abe Stewart fucking one his male slaves in the ass out in the barn. The Stewarts had been very quiet from town life and the community was talking. On this day, he decided to stop at the Stewart farm before going to his future property. As he rode up the lane, the dutiful young slave Sarah came out to meet him. "Is Mister Stewart in?" "I'm sorry sir, you just missed him. He has left for the day," spoke Sarah in her soft angelic voice. And yet, Noah knew she was lying. But he would take the opportunity to engage with her. He dismounted his horse and moved closer to her. Closer than a gentleman would normally get to a slave that was not his, but maintaining a distance that nobody would question. "Sarah, I know you are lying. And I know he told you to lie." She averted her eyes, but said nothing. "Do you know what he was doing in the barn that night?" She nodded yes one time. "And he does that to you too, doesn't he?" "No sir. I'm only 17." Noah's heart lept. She was still cherry. "But he will, won't he. When do you turn 18?" "Sir, I turn 18 on the first of May." "Sarah, you run along and tell Mister Stewart that Dr. Hamilton came by. He was sorry to have missed him. You also tell him that Dr. Hamilton says, 'we need to talk'. Don't tell him anything else we spoke about." Sarah turned and headed inside. Fear was in her chest and she headed up to Master Stewart's study. She found him at the window, he had seen their discussion. He turned to her and said, "Well?" "Master, you had a visitor, but I sent him off like you instructed. Dr. Hamilton came calling and he gave me a message to give to you. He said, 'he was sorry to have missed you and we need to talk'." "Leave me." Sarah practically jumped out of the room. Dr. Hamilton must be an incredibly powerful man to have made Master Stewart so nervous. Meanwhile, Noah had climbed back on his horse and headed over to his new property. He arrived at the farmhouse and the house slave Tabitha let him in. "Good morning Tabitha," he said. She mumbled something in reply. Over the last three weeks of fucking the former owner, Libby Hartley, they had become lax in front of Tabitha. She knew what was going on, Mistress Hartley had told her. However, it was important to keep up appearances. Noah climbed the stairs and headed straight to Libby's bedroom. Knowing he was coming, Libby had taken off all her clothes after breakfast and was doing her needlepoint naked in her room. Wordlessly, Noah stripped and climbed on the bed. Libby quickly joined him. For her strong personality, she was incredibly submissive in the bedroom. But this wasn't love to either of them -- a pleasant friendship, perhaps. But it was mostly just carnal fucking. On this morning, Libby was feeling extra needy. She wanted to kiss a lot during their love-making. Neither of them spoke. They guided each other's hands over their body. Libby kissed Noah passionately on the mouth. She moved slowly down his chest, rubbing her hands over him and letting her hair drag over his body. She moved down to his crotch and rubbed his cock slowly. Libby hated giving blow jobs. She loathed it -- especially when a man would ejaculate in her mouth, forcing her to swallow his salty mess. She hated it. But today she was needy and was willing to do anything to please Noah. She inhaled deeply and took his cock into her mouth. She was bobbing up and down enthusiastically. For a woman who hated sucking cock, she was giving it one hell of a performance. Noah had received many blowjobs and this was among the worst. She really was trying, but her mind seemed elsewhere. Noah pulled her up to him and kissed her passionately. Feeling her neediness, Noah crawled between her legs and slowly licked her lips. Libby's pubic hair was neatly trimmed, after Noah told her this is what he preferred. He wanted to build her up slowly -- very, very slowly. He licked her lips and tugged gently on them, carefully avoiding her clip. Libby was squirming and her discomfort was mounting. True to form, Libby was a wet woman and this day would be no different. By the time Noah finally licked her clit softly, she had drenched the sheets. She came instantly. Noah let up on his intensity, but continued licking her to a second orgasm in about 10 minutes. Neither had spoken. Libby was laying face down on the bed. Noah crawled behind her and slowly slid himself into her. She moaned loudly. Noah wanted to fuck her, but Libby needed tender lovemaking. He moved slowly in and out of her dripping pussy. God she felt good. Libby inched herself forward and flipped over. Noah needed to fuck her. He quickly mounted her missionary style and began pounding into her. Her soft moans gave way to loud grunts -- mirroring Noah's own primal sounds. He quickened the past and began pounding into her until he let out one loud "Ahh....." and pumped his seed into her. Noah rolled off of her and lay next to her. She curled up on the crook of his neck, where she finally spoke to him, "Thank you for being so good to me. I'm going to miss you when I leave." Noah was without, but muttered, "Uh hmmmm" in agreement. Almost subconsciously, Libby reached over to the nightstand and rang her bell, summoning the house slave Tabitha. Both of them were still lying on top of the sheet when Tabitha entered. She took in the sights of her beloved Mistress lying cuddled up with this stud of a man. At that moment, two things happened. Noah realized Tabitha had entered the room, where he promptly tried to cover himself and muttered, "oh shit." Meanwhile, Tabitha ignored him and set about the task for which she was summoned -- cleaning the mistress. Tabitha kneeled at the edge of the bed and swiftly stuck her head into Libby's crotch, licking her pussy clean and eating all of Noah's sperm. Noah was too astounded to speak. He watched as the old slave licked her and licked her, quickly bring her to orgasm. "Thank you Tabitha." Libby realized Dr. Hamilton's shock and politely smiled. "Oh Doctor, you have much to learn about the ways of slavery in the South." Turning to Tabitha, "Please clean Dr. Hamitlon." "Yes, Mistress." And with that, Tabitha was quickly around the bed, bending over, and swiftly taking Noah's limp cock into her mouth. Where Libby's blowjobs were rough and unpleasant, Tabitha's blowjobs were like fucking a sweet pussy. She had so few teeth that she could really rub the cock and make it feel good. It didn't take long for Noah to cum into Tabitha's mouth. And with that, Tabitha left the room. "Libby, what the hell was that?" said Dr. Hamilton. "You still don't get it, do you? They're not people, they're slaves -- objects. They are here for our purpose -- whether that means working a farm, or for our sexual pleasures. You'll be a slave owner soon, and you'll have access to nearly two dozen slaves who are here to do your bidding. I know you Northerners get turned off by this, but this is their reality. Now, you can be a cruel asshole like your neighbor Abe, or you can continue being a good man, but they are a slave and they are here for your use." Noah was stunned. Libby seemed so much like him, he didn't think she harbored this attitudes. "But Tabitha is also a woman -- that's not natural. I'd understand if it was a man like James..." Libby cut him off, "I've never used James. And if you're smart, you won't either. James is the heart of this farm. He comes the closest to being a person -- more than just a slave." There was a slow silence between them before Libby spoke again. "Noah, you'll find that sex with slaves is not like it is with a person -- it's just fucking. You are using their bodies to get a job done. But you are also sticking your dick into them to prove a point, to mark your territory. You'll find that many of the slave owners around here fuck both their female AND their male slaves to make this point." Noah nodded silently thinking back to seeing his neighbor Abe's dick in the ass of a male slave, but Libby continued. "I know you have these romantic ideas of the plight of the slave from your Northern point of view, but you don't live up North. You're here now. And you need to remember that. The South has its ways of dealing with slaves who get out of line -- and also slave owners who are too permissive with their negroes. You're a good man and I have no doubt you'll treat your slaves well, just don't treat them too good." After pausing for a moment, she let out a laugh and said, "And now you see why I can't leave Tabitha here!" Libby leaned over and gently kissed Noah on the lips. "You're a good man Noah Hamilton. My slaves are lucky to have you. Now, are you ready to go downstairs and sign the paperwork -- you've got yourself a farm." Noah nodded silently. These new developments were weighing heavily. Downstairs Tabitha was licking her lips -- this young doctor tasted damn good. Next door at the Stewart farm, Sarah was down in her room praying to God, "Please God, save me." Upstairs, Abe was getting ready to rape Mary's ass again. After Dr. Hamilton walked in on him sodomizing one of his male slaves, fucking Mary would help him reclaim his masculinity. Abe's wife Caroline was in the kitchen, and she knew what was about to happen. She was praying, "Please God, save me. This wasn't the marriage I signed up for." Hundreds of miles to the South, Ginger had just mailed a letter to her mother Libby. She was pregnant and the baby would be due in March. ------------------------------------------ That afternoon, in her parlor, Libby Hartley sold her farm to Dr. Noah Hamilton for the sum of $10,000. The sale included all the farm machinery and 22 slaves, with two of the females expecting. Noah had purchased a profitable farm. He was now the gentleman farmer he wished to be. The Justice of the Peace, Mark Roberts, had come to witness the sale and make it official. Once the sale was concluded, Mark Roberts and Noah rode into town together. Mark spoke first, "You know Dr. Hamilton, I had my doubts about a Northerner moving into our community. But I figure you're all right and one of us now. I've heard you visited the brothel and you fucked that loose cunt down there. At first, I thought you'd be a nigger-lover, but I guess you're alright in my book." Noah was going to play this safe, "Well, I was raised differently, however, I feel part of this community and I'm looking forward to getting settled into my farm and working it." "You know, we have a gentleman's social club in town -- we get together to keep things in line, if you know what I mean. You should join us sometime." Noah replied, "Well, I'm going North for the holidays, but perhaps when I return in January." He was shocked that he'd just been invited to join the KKK.