Saint-Domingue was a French colony in the western portion of the Caribbean Island of Hispaniola.
Chapter One - Saint and Sinners.
1764- April
The eight Hispaniola women stood in a line in the heat of the noon-day sun, all dressed in their uniform dresses, though 'dresses' were hardly an apt description. The white puff sleeves of starched linen fringed the black cotton blouse that was only belted at the high waist, and the skirt was pleated in the centre to reveal their uncovered sex. All the girls wore their black curled pubic hair in a tightly shaved tuft that crowned their cunts. Their legs were clothed in white gossamer stockings which pretty black garters held in place. Their beautiful dark 'marron' breasts were uncovered, and their dark areolae were touched with French rouge to make them more prominent to the casual observer. There was nothing casual about the French émigré that they stood awaiting. The domestiques stood and watched the horizon for the tell-tale sign of dust being disturbed as the horse-drawn coach of the gentilhomme, the owner of the sugar plantation in which the white shuttered house stood. The tallest woman, standing at the end of the line, wearing a red ribbon at her throat stepped out of line and walked up and down the line of the other seven women, inspecting them for any possible defect,
"Sofia, when did you shave your chatte?" Dominque asked, and she looked at the uncovered pudenda and cunt lips,
"Madam, I shaved two days ago!" Sofia stammered, immediately flustered and her hand instinctively brushed her stubbly pudenda and vaginal lips. She felt her sex lips and the rough sprinkle of hair,
"You have been here for three weeks now; you must shave every day!" Dominque looked down the line and then looked to the horizon, pondering the potential arrival of the Young Master. She tutted and then turned back, "You had best pray the Young Master doesn't see your disgrace and punish you!" The offending girl looked shamefaced. Her big brown eye glanced to the horizon and then to the Madam. Dominque continued her inspection, each girl was quite lovely and perfectly presented in their outlandish maids' outfits, that the Young Master insisted upon them wearing. Each girl ranged from eighteen to twenty-four and was the most stunning of the beauties that inhabited the island. Each girl had been hand-picked for their loveliness and once their price had been paid to their families, the girls were put into a cart and taken to the white plantation, known across Hispaniola, as the La Château de Neige or the Snow Castle. Mothers and fathers accepted the silver from the French gentleman, and thanked God, that their child was spared the back-breaking toil in the sugar fields and the harsh treatment of the horse-mounted overseers, but their child would not be just a simple house servant. Despite their good treatment and lack of floggings that were often used on the black slaves of both sexes in Hispaniola, the young Master expected his serving maids to be compliant and willing to offer themselves sexually upon demand. Each girl had been instructed by Dominque, in the duties in the house and then each girl was brought before their Young Master, undressed and used for sex; as she had been.
As Dominque completed her inspection, chiding one or two of the maids for their attire, the closeness of their shaves or the manner of their coiffure. Her mind drifted to her first days in the Snow Castle. She was given to the darker-skinned Niger woman, who had visited her family for the second time that week and in the wooden shack, that held her father, mother and two younger sisters and a purse of money that was handed to her father, He had kissed her forehead and her mother hugged and her and instructed her to be a 'good girl' and bring pride to her family and then she was hoisted onto the cart, by her father, and did not see her family for nearly two years until her Young Master permitted her, upon her father's death. The Master, pensioned the family, although one of her sisters was sold off to another plantation, but the youngest was allowed to nurse her mother and father. Upon arrival at the Snow Castle, she understood the meaning of its brilliant white décor and shutters that reflected the sun all day and kept the house warm in the evening. The Niger woman took her to the bathing house and had her body inspected, washed, and her long hair shorn into the customary hair scraped back to a tight bun. She was also made to spread her legs and had her natural unruly pubic thatch shaved to leave only a black tuft above the opening of her honey-coloured chatte. She asked the Niger woman why this was necessary, and was informed matter-of-factly,
"The Young Master is a noble French gentleman, and will not suffer native girl barbarism in his house," The Niger woman parted her skirt pleats and displayed her own shaved pubis, " Be proud that the Young Master adorns your little chatte in this manner," She then cupped her naked breasts and held them out for Dominque's examination, " The Young Master enjoys the touch of my seins noirs, and he will enjoy yours too!" She smiled at Dominques, "You are so young, but you will know only the young Master's touch, he will not share his jeunes filles à la main, as other young Masters do in Hispaniola!" Her tone was suddenly serious.
Dominque knew of the French, how they had colonized her island home, and how the 'marrons' were used as slave labour and she also knew how some of the French overseers used the young native women for their pleasure. Slavery was a currency that made fortunes for the Europeans and those who dealt in the commerce took other currency too. The tall black Niger woman took Dominque to a small bedroom, only wrapped in a thin towel, and sat down with her on the small wooden panelled bed,
"Have you lain with a man yet?" The question hung in the air, Dominque was struck dumb unwilling to answer, but the Niger woman could see through her like an evaporating mist, "I suppose your mother and father do not know?" Dominque shook her head, she remembered the young strong boy, Antoine who grew up in the fields, his back scarred from the overseer's whip who came to her one evening and stole her away to the banks of the river and undressed her. She had been but sixteen and defended her virginity ferociously, when the handsome boy pushed her thin cotton shift from her shoulders and looked at her small bud-like seins and kissed them. Overcome, Dominque allowed his mouth to suck on her dark nubs and then as he pulled down the skirts, he examined her dark curls and swollen cunt lips. He licked at there too. He then stood up, pulled his dirty, torn knee-length breeches down and showed her his thick penis, and asked her to kiss it. Soon, the kiss evolved to licking him and finally taking him into her mouth and sucking firmly on the black flesh. After only a minute or so, the boy's rigid member erupted in a spray of thick white milk which tasted of salt. Dominque's cunt ached but she refused to open her legs for him and they returned to the hut. She never saw the boy again.
"He did not put his member in me, but I held it and licked it and then id suckled it. His salty seed came in my mouth and I spat it out!" Dominque confirmed,
"Well at least that is a start, your maid's job is only part of your role here. At the order of the Young Master, you will suckle his penis, or take him into your vagin, if he so wishes" The Niger woman smiled, as if detached and casual about such an intimate act, "The Young Master, I fear, cannot father children, at least he hasn't with me, perhaps your youthful womb will allow his seed to grow in your belly,"
Dominque frowned, was that what she was here for? The idea of the young Master using her for his children was unpleasant, but women in Hispaniola were often mothers to 'mulatto', a distasteful term for a mixed-race child. The native Taino people were much fewer now, on the island, but their traditions of motherhood and children pervaded the 'marron' slaves and their freed people in the city; the child would suffer no consequences for a white father, it made little difference. Even the term; 'marron' simply indicated skin colour for the pasty white French that colonized the town. French minor aristocracy that lived here, couldn't return to France, and so made up their own rules. Few white women came to the island, and those that did were married to older men and would suffer in silence, as their husbands took a 'marron' mistress. It was the overseers that were often the worst, indulging in rapine, with a pretty young girl or handsome boy, if their tastes were taboo, in the fields.
