All characters are at least 18 years of age. If the "n" word offends you, in historical context, poor thing. Read something else.
In part 1, we introduced the Claiborne family, owners of a large plantation in Mississippi, shortly before the Civil War. Thomas is the cruel master of the plantation. His wife, Verina, is a kind, but sickly woman, who passes away in the first episode. Rachel is the beautiful young daughter who is, secretly, an abolitionist. Robert is her older brother.
Fall 1861
Rachel could not get used to the fact that both her father and brother were gone. They both had quickly enlisted when Mr. Lincoln had called for a 75,000 man militia after shots were fired at Ft. Sumter. To Southerners, this was a declaration of war. Almost every white male that Rachel knew had joined the rebel army.
She was very happy that her father, Thomas, was not around. She had never been close to him and he had never been particularly affectionate toward her. She had noticed that, since her body had developed, that his gaze lingered on her curves in a most "un-fatherly" way. That made her want to be completely out of his presence at all times.
Her feelings were quite the opposite for her handsome brother, Robert. They had become lovers several months before the war began. When their father wasn't home, they slept together practically every night. They couldn't get enough of each other. Robert was careful not to cum inside his sister except on "safe" days of the month. Rachel meticulously kept up with her menstrual cycle. They were quite satisfied to just pleasure each other with their mouths. From the very first, Rachel had loved sucking him off and swallowing his warm, thick cum. Her brother never tired of worshipping his gorgeous, tall, slender, blonde, blue-eyed, buxom sister with his mouth. There was not a place on her body that he had not licked or sucked.
Rachel had just turned 19 when Robert and their father went off to war. Thomas had been instrumental in recruiting a regiment and, since he was a wealthy landowner, was rewarded with the rank of Colonel. Robert was a Captain in the same regiment. Colonel Claiborne was the first in command of the regiment, while Robert (Captain Claiborne) commanded a company, one of ten in the regiment.
Colonel Claiborne, Rachel's father, had left the overseer, Mr. Johnson, in charge. Mr. Johnson was in his 60's and walked with a limp, the result of a hunting accident when he was a boy. Because of his age and disability he was not expected to join the ranks of those going to war. If there was a man, anywhere, that Rachel despised more than her own father, it was Mr. Johnson. He was harsh toward the slaves, often beating them, even without permission from her father. He always had a large wad of tobacco lodged in his jaw and constantly spat and cursed. He stank. Now that he had been left in charge, Rachel feared for the slaves. She wondered if Mr. Johnson would take advantage of the female slaves like her father did.
She feared most for Charles, a young, handsome, well-built slave that had been Rachel's companion when they were very young. She had secretly taught Charles to read and to do rudimentary arithmetic, but as they grew older they were not allowed to even talk to each other. Charles had been warned that he would receive a whipping if he was ever caught talking to Rachel. Rachel, who had always been very attracted to Charles, was careful not to even catch his eye if anyone else was around.
Rachel had quite accidentally come upon Charles and a young slave woman one day. She hid and watched and listened to them. The young woman was Peg, one of several slaves who were sired by Rachel's father. That made Peg her half-sister. She watched as the two incredibly attractive young people made love. Rachel tried many times after that to watch them again, but only was rewarded a handful of times. She knew that Charles and Peg were in love. She heard Peg talking about how she wanted to either escape or be set free to travel up north so that they could be married and have a family. As it was, few slaves ever married because plantation owners often split families up by selling one or other of the married partners. Rachel thought this was one of the cruelest things that slave-owners did. She fervently hoped that this war would somehow free the slaves.
Rachel had long fantasized about Charles. She considered him to be the most handsome man she had ever seen, even more handsome than her brother, Robert. Long before she and her brother had become lovers, she had often fantasized about Charles. As a young girl, she fantasized about kissing him and hugging him.
Now that Robert was off at war, even though she ached to have her beloved brother back in her bed, her mind sometimes wandered to Charles. She allowed herself to imagine scenarios in which she and the young black slave would make love. She longed to suck his prodigious member, which was even larger than Robert's! She wonder if his cum would taste different than Robert's did. She could almost orgasm just imagining Charles cumming in her mouth. She was aware that, besides the undeniable physical attraction she had for Charles, that there was a taboo element at work, as well. Academically she knew that she should not feel this way - as far as she was concerned, all men were indeed created equal. They were all human beings. Whites were not innately smarter or better in any way than black people. But there was no denying that the culture in which she lived had created the taboo between whites and blacks.
She had already crossed the taboo boundary of incest - sex with her brother, she admitted to herself, excited her much more than if he were someone unrelated to her. She knew that the taboo of interracial sex, while not founded on anything innately factual, was nevertheless real. Her body immediately reacted every time she thought of it. Her pulse quickened, her breasts tingled, and she became wet between her legs. Even her mouth watered.
One day, as she sat in the yard, reading a novel, she saw a young slave boy running toward the house. She could see from a distance that something must be wrong. She stood and dropped her book onto the grass.
"Miss Rachel, Miss Rachel, they's whippin' Charles! Come quick!"
"What do you mean they're whipping Charles," she demanded. "Who is they?"
"Masta Johnson! He whippin him!" the boy shouted, tears streaming down his face. "Please come, Miss Rachel. He mos' kill him!"
Bolts of adrenaline shot through her body as she ran, following the boy toward a large shed some hundred yards from the plantation house.
Nothing could have prepared her for the sight that greeted her as she rounded the corner and looked inside the shed.
Charles was tied to one of the foundation poles of the shed. He was stripped to the waist with huge, bloody whelps criss-crossing his back. Even his pants were pulled down to his knees and bloody whelps were on his legs; blood could be seen through his underwear. The overseer, Mr. Johnson, wielded a horse whip. Rachel's mouth fell open in a silent scream as the awful, rawhide whip made contact with Charles' back, ripping another stripe of his flesh. Charles, tears running down his face, made no sound.
"Stop it, damn you!" Rachel yelled as she ran toward the overseer. Mr. Johnson, shocked to see Rachel, stepped back, startled.
Then a malevolent smile crossed his face. "I'm in charge here, young missy. You ain't got no say in this. Get on back up to the house."
Rachel's eyes flashed fire. She clawed at Johnson's face and grabbed at the whip. "I'm in charge, here!" she screamed. "While my father is not here, our slaves are not going to be whipped. Do you understand?"
Johnson spat. "Nigger lover, are ya? Yo' old man is the owner and he put me in charge. When a nigger gets out of line, he gets whipped. That's the way it is."
Rachel glanced over at Charles, who only stared into space. His body was shaking and his breathing was ragged. His eyes met Rachel's. "They done sold Peg," he moaned.
Rachel looked at Johnson. "Is this true? You sold Peg?"
"Peg and a bunch of the others. Yore daddy's orders. He sent a message," he said, matter-of-factly, then spat again. "I'm just doing what I was told. Then this un tried to follow em."
"Mr. Johnson, you are relieved of your duties," Rachel said, through clenched teeth.
Johnson laughed. "You can't fire me, missy. Yore daddy gives me my orders."
"Cut him down. Now!" she shouted.
Grudgingly, Johnson took his knife and cut the ropes that were binding Charles. Charles fell to the ground like a sack of rocks. He moaned.
Rachel, for the first time, noticed that a great many of the slaves were gathered, watching. She turned to them and, with her voice shaking, said, "I hope to God this war ends slavery in this country. If I had the power to do it, every one of you would be free today."
