****** Thomas Handle by Ben ******
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Thomas Handle


Marrakech 1768


They picked me up for shoplifting. I had tired of being beaten at my former
job. I had moved heavy loads of bricks onto carts to be taken to the city. The
pay was only average, but the overseer was overly strict. Months after I left
there, I still had no job and no money. Very hungry, I had stolen a melon and I
had eaten half of it before I was found and put in prison. Those days they
treated prisoners poorly. Therefore, I was beaten even more than I had been at
my former place of work. Prison changes a man in many ways. For me it taught me
to keep my mouth shut.

The government was in the habit of selling prisoners as slaves if they had been
there too long, so after a month or two, it was my turn.

With bruises all over my body, a black eye, and filth covering my tanned body,
I was taken to the dock, where they were loading a slave ship. The merchant
offered a low price, because of my appearance and a heated argument ensued. The
guard who was trying to sell me, indicated how strong I was, because I had
worked at a hard job. Eventually, they came to a price, more in favor of the
merchant than the government and they haggled about the next prisoner. I was
brought aboard, a beaten, filthy, tanned Englishman, full of muscle, in chains,
and I was thrown in the hold with the other three hundred slaves. Most of them
were African and I didn't understand their language. Still, I tried to be
polite in the cramped area that had no beds or toilet facilities that was to be
our home for weeks. Needless to say, I was extremely upset. Testosterone and
adrenaline was pumping through my veins and I was ready to kick somebody's ass.
But, being chained and beaten and in such terrible conditions, all I could do
was wait.

More slaves were bought and put in the hold until well into the night. At dawn
we set sail to I knew not where.

Now, I'm not used to sea travel, and many others in the hold weren't either.
Many threw up, which is very disgusting.

We sailed for four days with very little food. When we finally docked, I could
hear the sounds of the pier. They led us out in single file, all of us chained
together. As I stepped off the ship I sank to my knees happy to be on solid
ground again. One of the merchants kicked me in the ribs and said something in
a language I didn't know. I got the picture, though, and I moved along.

After we were all out, they counted us and lined us up beside a platform. We
stood there for several hours as people gathered around the platform murmuring.
I looked around at my surroundings, still not knowing where I was. After a
while a man who looked as if he were of a lot of importance, probably the
captain, came off the ship. He stepped up on the platform and welcomed the
people to the auction. Now, this was a language I knew, Spanish, that narrowed
down the places I could be a bit.

As the auction commenced, more people gathered. First, there was a black guy
with a beard. Then there was a younger black guy. Then a black woman. Then a
white guy. Maybe three-quarters of the slaves were sold before it was my turn.

Still black and blue, with a black eye, filthy as all get out and smelling like
urine and puke, I stepped up on the platform quietly. Saying nothing, but
glaring at the crowd, I was auctioned off for 15,000 pesetas. For Spain, for a
slave, in the eighteenth century, that's not really a good price, but it was
more than I was bought for in Marrakech.

The guy who bought me was a merry chap with a bushy beard and a fat belly. As
he took me to his house, he didn't say anything to me, but he sang a song to
himself about nothing in particular.

He had a fairly large stone house with a courtyard around it with a barn for
his animals and chickens were running around pecking at corn. He lived in the
middle of the city, which I found out was Barcelona.

It was when we finally got home that he finally said anything to me. He told me
that my job was to clean out the barn, and collect the eggs every morning from
the chickens, feed the animals, and if I had any free time I'd help clean the
house with the butler, but I probably wouldn't have any time. He introduced me
to the other slaves, the maid, who was black, the butler, who was pale and
thin, and the cook, who was also pale and thin, but a woman. He showed me my
room, I'd be sleeping with the butler, and we shared a bathroom with the mad
and cook, who lived across the hall in another room. He told me to get cleaned
up and start working on the barn. He didn't waist any time.

The bathroom was small, even for the help. There was an iron tub, barely big
enough for me to fit in, you had to get water from the well to wash in, and the
door didn't even lock, but I wasn't going to complain about anything because I
knew better.

Unlike a lot of people those days, I knew how to wash myself, so when I got out
of the bath, I was clean, my hair was combed, and in my room were some clothes
to wear that were better than what I had, so I was relatively happy. There was
no telling what kind of man I was working for yet, but everything seemed
alright, except for the involuntary servitude.

I went outside into the barn. The horse manure was piled waist high and it
stunk so bad I almost gagged. Holding my breath I started shoveling. As I
worked, the most beautiful woman I ever saw rode in on a beautiful white mare.

"Oh, Hello," she greeted me with a smile, "you must be the new man Juan got at
the auction."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said quietly.

"What?" she asked.

"Oh, um, si, Senora," I corrected myself. I had to remember I was in Spain.

"Hmm," she said out loud. "I'm certainly glad he got a man this time, the last
slave he bought was the maid and I think he's sleeping with her." She looked
into space for a moment with a suspicious look, then got off her saddle and
said, "Well, put this stuff away and take care of my horse." She handed me the
reigns and left.

I found out she was the master's wife. We saw more and more of each other as
the months went by. As she'd bring her horse in, she'd chat with me about her
day and current events, that kind of thing.

As I got to know Maria, the master's wife, I realized that she wasn't angry at
her husband for sleeping with the maid as much as she was jealous. She'd talk
about how beautiful she was with her clear dark complexion and how her blue
eyes sparkled. I didn't see any reason not to, so I told the other slaves how
she seemed to feel. Donna, the maid, never said one way or the other whether
she was sleeping with the master, because she knew I'd tell Maria. It's not
that I was a gossip, but that she was my master too and any of us would have to
tell her if she asked.

One day she came home from riding around the city like she always did, but she
said she had a cramp in her leg and wanted me to rub it. I didn't see a problem
with that so she sat down on a crate and I rubbed her calf muscle.

"Higher," she told me. I had to sift through her many layers to rub above the
knee. It was the 1700s, they wore a lot of stuff.

"Higher," she said. I rubbed her thigh almost to her crotch but not quite
sinning yet.

"Higher," she said quietly. I looked at her. "Please."

Gently, I put my hand an inch higher and rubbed her leg, while hitting her
crotch.

She closed her eyes and breathed heavier. I saw half her breasts almost
bursting out of her corset like the wealthy woman usually did then, as her
breasts heaved with every breath.

Continuing to rub her leg, I looked around to see if anyone was watching. I
didn't see anyone, so I kept doing it.

I could feel her seven layers of underwear getting wet. She started thrusting
her pelvis forward.

With a moan, she orgasmed, thrusting wildly.
"Stop, stop, stop, oh, oh, oh, god!" She gradually slowed and finally stood up.

"Thank you," she said politely. "I feel much better now." Then she walked away
leaving me with a tremendous hard on and my forehead dripping with sweat.

Putting that testosterone to good use, I finished cleaning the barn in record
time.

The next day as I was going back to my room after bathing when I was done
cleaning the barn, Maria stopped me in the hall. With only a towel around my
waist, she told me to come with her. She took me to her bedroom and told me to
sit on the bed.

"Juan is away at the market with the other slaves, he won't be back for hours.
I've decided to put you to good use." As she stripped her clothes off, she sat
on the bed and smiled slyly at me.

When she was fully nude, she lay down on the bed and looked at me as if to ask
what was taking me so long.

I put my towel on the floor and crawled on top of her.

I kissed her mouth gently. She stopped me and said, "Kiss me here first," and
she motioned to her crotch.

Going down, I gently kissed her mound of curly red hair. "Mmmm," she moaned. I
gently rubbed my lips around her soft flesh, I could tell she was getting
excited. Then I licked her slit from her anus to her clit (not that either of
us knew what a clit was in those days).

I saw her vagina glistening with her juices as she spread her legs wider for
me. As she did that, I stuck my tongue in her hole. She gasped with pleasure
and I buried my face in her cunt. As she started thrusting her pelvis in my
face, I knew it was time to move on.

I got up and kissed her mouth again. She smelled herself on my face and licked
my chin and cheeks. "Mmm, that's good," she said.

I moved my rock hard cock into her pussy with my hand and she moaned again.

Thrusting slowly at first, she had other plans. She began thrusting faster and
wrapped her legs around me. She grabbed my buttocks and squeezed with every
thrust.

As I thrust myself in her I sucked her face and we were both breathing heavily.

With a grimace on her face, she orgasmed with a scream. Her vagina gripped my
cock and the feeling was incredible. Her juices gushed out all over my cock,
which made me explode my load deep inside her. I collapsed on top of her and
she stroked my hair.

"You're so handsome I had to have you," she whispered in my ear. "I have to
have you again tomorrow. Finish your work early and come here after you wash."
Then she handed me my towel and told me to wash up again and take a nap. Then
she slept naked in her bed until the master came home and she had him too.


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