One after another, the esteemed gentleman of the south filed into the room, their expressions distraught. All had the same thought in mind, what to do of the rising of the darker races?
William Earlson, former white master, and seller of slaves trained to service the households of wealthy southerners, had called this meeting of the most influential men of the state. They had a most important and extremely delicate matter to discuss. They needed a plan to keep the former slaves in their place.
After several scattered conversations died down, the men settled themselves. Some sat on couches, others on chairs around the tables of the room but the two most important men sat facing each other.
William Earlson faced Byer White, the oldest man there and the most respected. White would speak for the others as none wanted to talk too openly about the contents of the meeting. After the civil war, the Northerners had little tolerance for even perceived sedition. Even this meeting was a great risk to their lives.
Byer White puffed his cigar. "William, it is because I hold you in such high regard that I have come here today. You must have a good reason for calling us, knowing the risks."
With his legs crossed and fingers intertwined on his knee, William Earlson leaned forward. "Oh yes, I do, good sir. And I am sure none would have come if you, Byer, were not also held in high regard." The man liked to be reminded of his status and it would comfort the others to remember Byer willingly acted as cover for their actions.
More smoke puffed out of the old man's lips. "Yes, this is true. I simply don't know what you hope to achieve by this meeting William."
"My letter was brief, I know. But as you all know, there are white Southern traitors everywhere." The crowd nodded, muttering in agreement. "Also, by now you must have heard a black man now has possession of one of the more prosperous plantations." At this, the crowd murmurs swelled in volume.
A wave of Byer's cigar hand settled the gentlemen. "If you want to know of our feeling about the new laws regarding the treatment of former slaves, then our response is obvious. The terms are onerous and downright insulting. We must offer contracts to employ the blacks and need good reason to punish them. Worse yet, we can no longer entertain ourselves with their women."
The gentlemen of the room all nodded at Byer's points but stopped at the mention of their relations with the African women. Few wanted to admit the great beauty of the blacks excited them to affairs away from their wives' beds. Wise as Byer may be, he came from a different time where such things were spoken of openly.
Leaning back on his chair he began the next step of his plan. William gestured to the door and snapped his fingers. Immediately several black females wearing loose thin garments came with desserts and wine. Eyes followed them as they bent to serve the guests, trailing to their rounded bottoms and pendulous breasts. Most importantly, Byer became youthful in their presence. This display would remind all present of Earlson's specialty: the training of loyal house slaves.
Unlike the others whose slave abandoned them or demanded to be treated better, he still had loyalty from his dark subjects. At least, that is how he wanted it to appear. The truth was different. Almost all his slaves had departed as well, finding gainful employment as clerks in the northern offices and officers in the Black Armies.
He shuddered at the thought the dark men armed with cannon and rifle. William took care for the gentlemen not to see his fear. At another gesture from him the black women scurried to the sides of the room, heads bowed and arms folded in front of them, truly the sight of subservience.
The men had their fill and now plied with food William got to the meat of the day's gathering. "The issue is, good sirs, that the white men of the South are suffering from defeatism. Almost all have accepted the new order, but it does not have to be so!"
Byer wiped the crust of cake from his beard. "I presume you have a plan?"
"Yes. We must instill fear and distrust of the black man. The people need to be fed a steady diet of the horrors their freedom has brought on southern society. We must inspire the people once again to rebellion." At this, the crowd gasped. Curses, he'd gotten too heated and said the wrong word. He recovered with haste. "Rebellion against the Governor's policies."
Shouts of, "here, here" and "down with the Governor" sounded through the room. They were back on board.
"How do you propose we do this William? We have already spread the stories of white slavery and the masses know the truth of it, there was no such thing. Our credibility has suffered. A false story of the Black will no longer be taken at face value," said the owner of the largest newspaper in the south.
"Good question, sir. The answer is simple, the story will not be false."
Coughing on his drink Byer became alarmed. "Whites are being taken as slaves." The old man's eyes almost popped from their sockets.
"No, no. I propose we engineer an outrage that will not be forgiven and publish the evidence of it. I propose," and for this, he paused for effect, "that we have a black man seduce a white woman."
Nobody said a word. They waited for Byer to speak and so he did. "What fool of a black man would do this?"
Good, they had not dismissed the idea out of hand. "One of my most loyal male slaves." The only one he had left. "He will seduce the governor's wife."
"Thus, striking back against our enemy and showing the dark lusts of the Black man." Byer stroked his beard, nodding.
"Once the evidence is published, laws will be put in place by the Governor himself to keep the races separate."
"With no cooperation from whites, they can never hope to thrive. How would this loyal slave of yours get close to the wife of the governor of all people?"
The others in the room looked astonished that the plan would go this far, but they listened, stopping their meals, and putting out their cigars.
Earlson grinned inside. "Governor Tim likens himself as a friend to the Black man, as such I have dared him to be in the presence of the Black man. My slave Andre is already with him, gaining his trust and comfort. The next step is to get him alone with, Maria, the Governor's wife."
"A fine woman. A shame we must sacrifice her for the cause. To have some dark beast pinning her slim white arms down to the bed while his huge shadow of a body ruts over her and into her, black chest mashing against her thick white breasts. The force of his violation knocking her ever closer to the headboard..." Byer trailed off, his description had some shifting where they stood and sat.
"...Yes, horrible." William finished for him. "This is why we must act, to prevent something like this from happening in the future. For now, we control this, but in the future, it could be us." More murmurs of agreement came from the crowd.
"So as to be clear my good man. This plan is to have a black cuckold white men to prevent the future cucking of other white men."
"Yes."
"...Brilliant!"
***
The house slave in which William Earlson spoke of was currently balls deep into the Governor's wife. He bounced her smooth white bottom on his lap, thrusting the entirety of his black shaft into her...as Governor Tim watched. He'd long since seduced the lady. With a mostly impotent husband and forced to spend all her time alone in the house, it was easy to lure her to bed.
