The Kendrick Plantation

"Are you a virgin, Virginia?"

"Yes, sir," she replied automatically, staring down at his sizeable erection.

"I told you not to call me that when we're alone."

"I- Yes, sorry."

Edward reached out for her wrist, pulling her out of the corner. He sat on a stool, motioning for her to sit on the soft hay in front of him.

"This is my cock. I need you to help me pull all the liquid out of it."

"Oh...How do I do that?"

"Try touching it again," he suggesting, feeling his balls tighten at the notion.

She reached forward tentatively. Her hands were much softer than most of the women who worked outdoors, mostly owing to the herbal creams she made and used. His cock leapt at her touch, startling her. She recovered quickly, and endeavored to fit her hand around it. He moaned, placing his hand over hers to demonstrate the way he wanted her to stroke him. His foreskin slid back and forth over the sensitive head, right next to her face. It was quite the sight, her beautiful features and wide eyes next to his throbbing cock as the head popped in and out of view.

That was finally what did him in. Once he started to cum, Virginia instinctively jerked, aiming the head away from her face, then stared at his cock in confusion, watching numbly as the thick fluid gushed into her hand and sprayed all down her arm, just narrowly missing her hair. She wiped herself off with the hay before tucking her large breasts back into their top and retying everything.

Edward gently grasped her wrist. "I find you very pleasing, Virginia," he spoke as he tilted her chin up, forcing her eyes to meet his, "I will reward you greatly if you continue to be so."

Over the next few weeks, Edward cajoled sweet, beautiful Virginia into going further and further in the barn. He taught her to please him with her mouth, showed her the pleasures his fingers could bring when he gently inserted them into her, and took her through multiple unexpected orgasms. Then one night, he took her behind the great house, just a few dozen yards past the family's garden she tended so well. And there was a cabin.

She stopped short, turning to look at Edward inquisitively. He smiled her at her, admiring her beautiful, dark skin in the moonlight. "Go on, Virginia. It's for you."

Her mouth dropped open. She currently shared a cabin with four other young slave women, all of whom were without other family on the property. This place was slightly larger than that one, and had a wreath of fresh herbs and flowers nailed onto the door. There was even a small patch of cleared land next the cabin.

She paused before opening the door, looking at him again to make sure. Edward opened the door, ushering her inside. Her mouth dropped open as she took it in - yes, it was still a one room house, but it was also much better than the last several rooms she had occupied. Edward had kept her busy during that day while the cabin was being finished, so as to keep it a surprise.

For the first time in her life, she had a decent floor. It was made of the same wood as the walls, and there was even a rug, leftover from a previous incarnation of the parlor in the big house. Edward had provided thick woolen material to be used for curtains, and the same material lay across the cot, cut to blanket size. "I know it's warm now, but this way you'll have time before winter gets in," Edward told her as her ran her hand over the soft fabric.

"You've been so kind to me," Virginia said as she brushed away a tear.

"You have pleased me greatly. I have something else for you," he pulled a brown paper wrapped package from behind a stack of firewood by the hearth. Edward lit one of the lanterns as she delightedly went through the gift.

She first untied the black ribbon, and carefully tucked it away to save. Then she began unwrapping the paper to reveal items of clothing - a new pair of shoes; two new nightgowns, one for winter, the other for warm weather; two dresses, one light, one heavy; a few pieces of undergarments; and several yards of unadorned but finely woven, soft yellow linen.

Virginia was ecstatic. These garments were much better quality than she had ever possessed, yet would not attract the notice of any jealous women. Although, she reflected, everyone would know that she was Edward's mistress by morning if they didn't already. She looked at him, and glow of the lantern was very flattering to his short blond curls, and green eyes. He was smiling at her.

Despite her youth and lack of formal schooling, Virginia was not a stupid or naive girl. She had grown up in a brothel after all, and her mother had taught her many things about the world from an early age. She knew that if a client gave a girl a particularly large or expensive gift, he wanted something extra special from her. This was much the same, although as one of her legal owners Edward certainly didn't have to seduce her into anything.

She was very aware of her lot in life, and knew that things could be much worse. Edward was kind, attractive, and apparently generous as well. He was gentle when he touched her, and she had discovered to her confusion that she looked forward to their weekly meetings in the barn. His lips on her breasts, his hands pushing up her skirts...Virginia even enjoyed watching his face as she tongued and sucked his cock. She would accept whatever Edward wanted to do. She only hoped that he would continue to treat her so gently.

She knelt on the floor in front of him, kissing his hands. "Thank you Edward. This is more than I have dreamed," she said honestly, staring up at his with her sweet brown eyes.

He pulled her up and looked into those limpid pools. There was an age there that belied her innocence. He kissed her deeply before pulling back and undoing her clothing.

She stood there silently as he slowly undressed her, then removed his own clothing. She stared openly. Virginia had never seen him naked before, and she was entranced by his broad, muscular physique. She had somehow never realized how strong he was. He drew her down to the new cot, running his hands across her young, firm body. As Edward pulled her on top of him, her heavy breasts hung down, bringing his hands back to groping and fondling them. She sighed softly, enjoying the way his hands felt on her skin.

Suddenly, Edward flipped her, and she found herself underneath him. Her ribbon had come loose, quickly followed by her bun, leaving the long, small braids flowing out. "You are very comely," he stated as he lowered his mouth to her nipples. Virginia felt dizzy. Her whole body felt like it was burning, fiery trails left by Edward's hands. And then he was touching her THERE, and her body felt twitchy and flushed.

Edward slipped his fingertips around through her slippery folds, gently and insistently rubbing them against the stiffened nub he sought and located. Mad with the intense arousal he was stirring, Virginia lurched, deliriously attempting to escape the building pressure in her loins. He was prepared for such a motion, and his hip kept her held as he wanted her. She soon reached a climax and her nipples stiffened as she squealed into the new blanket.

He could wait no longer, and shifted himself atop her to whisper "I am going to enter you now" as his swollen cockhead nudged and parted her slippery lips, questing deeper to bury itself deep within her tight, wet sheath. Virginia cried out as he opened her up, shocked that he could even get something of that size into her. Edward fought his way forward, knocking out her barrier in one stroke and pushing on until he had completely buried his hard length into her tight, pulsing canal. She moaned and whimpered that he was too big, and she was sure she would be split in two. His cock throbbed at her tightness as he rested, his face buried in her large bosom, giving her a moment to adjust to his size.

When he could hold still no more, he slid out partway, and Virginia breathed a sigh of relief.

He pushed forward, his arms shaking with restraint as he slowly entered her again. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to just slam into her tight wet pussy, making her flesh spasm with pleasure as he pierced her over and over. Her legs shook as he stroked sensitive spots inside her, sparking involuntary clenching on her part. He moved them to his sides, and he kept her knees pressed back into her chest, forcing her sizeable teats up between them.

Suddenly he was buried in her again, his hips slamming forward as he sank into her body. His restraint had been lost somewhere in her last moan, or perhaps when she had scratched his back in lustful abandon. Regardless, he pummeled her deeply, lost in the pleasure of her tight wet heat. His skillful strokes built a passion in her blood that drove out the fear and pain she might have otherwise felt.

Virginia felt herself warm again as she tightened around Edward's thickness. And then she was crying out as the orgasm washed over her, driving Edward towards his own a short while later. He flooded her insides as he erupted. She had certainly been worth the wait.

She started a small fire, to keep the house warm through the night. He consented to lie with her in the cot for a while and they spoke at length.

"I will have to marry. But you will be cared for. Your duties will be adjusted as well. And I will claim and provide for any children you give me."

Virginia knew that this arrangement was likely as close as she would get to a legal marriage with children in this lifetime... unless she was freed. And what better way to get her freedom than pleasing Edward Kendrick?

It became official.

***Six Months Later***

It was unseasonably warm for Thanksgiving, and Eloise complained loudly about the heat and how it was ruining her plans for a "traditional fire" for the holiday. After dinner, Edward slipped away to visit Virginia in her cabin. She had sent a message via Rose that she wanted to speak with him.

The doctor was visiting them that week. Doctor Hammond was an old friend of Avery's, and had spent a number of holidays with the Kendrick family since becoming a widower. Virginia was pleased to see him, as she had been feeling ill for the past few weeks. The doctor had quickly informed her that she was in the early stages of pregnancy, no more than a month or so and that she should get what rest she could. She was nervous about how Edward would react to the news, but wanted to get it over with.

That night when he arrived, he brought leftovers from dinner, and she found that the biscuits settled her stomach well. Edward then took her to the cot, noticing small differences in her - increased sensitivity in her already sensitive nipples, and how much more eager she seemed for his cock than usual. He drilled her relentlessly, bringing them both to a swift and hard climax.

"Edward," she whispered after catching her breath. "I saw the doctor today." She cleared her throat before continuing. "He...I'm with child."

"You're pregnant?"

"About a month, he said." She explained being nauseous and feeling faint, and the interaction with the doctor.

"You know, I haven't had any children before." He stared off for a while before she found it in her to nudge him.

"Edward? Are you upset?"

"No, Virginia. It would be foolish, as I know how children are created. I'm just thinking about my father."

"Oh." She looked at him anxiously, observing his furrowed brow. "You want I should keep it secret?"

"For as long as possible, yes. If anyone asks just say you're sick for now."

"Yes, I will."

He finally turned to look at her, a smile on his face as he reached for her still flat belly. "A baby. I will have food brought to you. And this week, we'll go to the creek and catch fish. It'll be good for you."

She murmured a "thank you" as he exited, relieved at how it had gone.

Edward's mind was full as he took a long walk around the grounds. Slaves, servants and Kendrick family members milled and sat about, drinking rum and singing. Everything was different on the holidays. He stopped at a copse of trees, where he adeptly rolled and smoked a cigarette while he thought about Virginia's momentous news. Avery Kendrick had been less than pleased when William had informed him, not once, but twice of bastard children - one to a slave, one to a lower class woman. The slave lived elsewhere, on another plantation. The other woman had been paid a large sum to take the child and move to Massachusetts with her family. Avery had only been angry, he stated, at the fact that he had been irresponsible enough to sire bastards before marrying and having legitimate children.

He shook his head as he finished smoking. There was nothing for it now. He would find a good opportunity to inform him and take whatever the consequences might be. It was late now, and his bath surely ready. He headed back towards the great house.

As he passed a storage shed, he thought he heard a noise. It was hard to hear anything over the din of drunken people all around, but he decided to have a closer look. He circled the springhouse and stopped in his tracks.

The lantern on the gravel revealed everything immediately: William Kendrick, holding a struggling young blonde woman, her bodice ripped to pieces, exposing her fine breasts; William's hand clamped over her mouth; William's other hand, buried beneath her skirts as tears ran down her lovely face; a bunch of freshly picked but forgotten wildflowers by her feet.

Edward called out, and William's head snapped up from the girl's neck. "William! Have you been drinking Scotch again?" William smiled drunkenly in reply. "This is Ellie," he slurred.

"Yes, well, why don't you let Ellie go? I hear that Maggie is inside and very lonely."

William stood unsteadily as he considered, one hand wandering down to latch about his captive's breast. "I will go see Maggie," he announced loudly, withdrawing his hands and grabbing his lantern as he headed to the house. Ellie collapsed to the ground, shaking and crying.

Edward approached her slowly, his own lantern shining upon her as he neared. He was surprised to see that she was not white as he had first thought but was actually an octoroon or similar. She attempted fix her bodice in vain, and was left with only her small hands to cover herself. Edward removed his jacket and handed it to her, looking away as she put it on.

"I'm sorry about my brother," Edward said as she did the best she could to right herself behind him. "He has been known to drink far too much Scotch on holiday weekends and forget himself." Ellie murmured something in acknowledgment behind him.

"Are you modest?"

"I believe I am, now."

He turned back to find her standing awkwardly, her fair face still flushed with embarrassment. "Are you injured," he asked solicitously. She shook her head, sending her blonde hair swirling. "I'm fine," she declared, gathering herself to head away. "May I return your coat tomorrow?"

But Edward could see her lies - pain in her blue eyes, in the way she stood, the slight grimace that ran across her face as she took a hesitant step. "No, I shall take you to the doctor at once," he said in a tone that brooked no argument as he offered her his arm. After a few yards of feeling her limp, he decided that that was no good either, and it would be better and quicker to just carry her.

Her slender frame was even lighter than he'd guessed, and they made their way towards the great house at a good pace. During that time, he spoke to her, attempting to calm her fears. He was able to glean a fair amount of information: she was 19, and a free woman. Her mother, Cherry, had been a favored house slave of her father's. A smart and beautiful woman who was 1/8 black, she had persuaded the master to write the freedom of their children in his will. Ellie and her older brother David had been raised in the house along with the children of his wife. Though they were well loved by the master, the wife hated them all with a passion for as long as Ellie could remember.

When the master had died, they three were turned out. The wife was especially bitter to discover that her husband had given all of them their freedom, as she had harbored vicious thoughts of separating them and selling them all to different harsh masters. She forbade them to take anything other than the clothes on their backs, and sent them off with cruel words and hopes for their failure.

Thus, Ellie had found herself on the Kendrick plantation, looking for work. She had been hired by Eloise to help with the holiday feast, with the understanding that it would be a trial for more work. She had worked tirelessly all day, and had afterwards received permission to join in the festivities.

"I was picking wildflowers, and your brother came upon me, and said that he knew of some pretty ones he was sure I would like, just behind the springhouse..." Here she fell silent, unable to continue.

"We are here now, sweet girl, and Dr. Hammond will see to your pains." He knocked on the door of the guest house, announcing himself, and it was quickly opened. Edward explained as discretely as possible what had transpired, and the good doctor went "tsk, tsk" in disapproval at William's behavior before calling his patient over to the couch.

Edward excused himself, and made to leave when -

"No, Edward, I may need your help. My assistant won't return until midday tomorrow," the doctor called out.

Edward reentered the room just as the doctor was looking over Ellie's breasts. The candelabra over the examining couch was fully lit, and shone down brightly upon Ellie's naked skin. Edward paused, surprised to see her so exposed. Her breasts were high and firm, topped with bright pink nipples, and looked the perfect size to fill his hands. There were also a few scratches and bruises. Neither of them were paying him any attention as they spoke in low tones, but he felt like an awkward intruder. He sat in the chair at the desk,

attempting in vain not to watch the proceedings. He felt like a lesser man. How could he be aroused at a time like this? Doctor Hammond spoke quietly to himself as he gently looked her over, and Edward could only make out some it.

"...some scratches, on your breasts...how's your ankle?...does this pain you...yes, yes, I see..."

"Edward," Doctor Hammond said, "Could you bring that tray and come here please?" He pointed to a wooden tray on the desk and turned back to Ellie. "Now I need Edward's assistance, but I promise you, you're perfectly safe here. Will you be alright?"

She had calmed a bit, and the older doctor's kindly manner was comforting. She nodded, looking up at Edward as he avoided her gaze, choosing to look instead at the tins in the wooden tray he'd brought over. Doctor Hammond asked her to raise her skirts all the way.

"I need the orange tin, with the pink salve," the doctor continued, carefully examining Ellie's bruised inner thigh. Edward sat the tray upon the stand beside the couch, quickly retrieving the requested container. He almost dropped it when he turned back around.

The doctor had repositioned Ellie so that he could get a better look at her injuries. She was now on her back, and looking up at the ceiling. Her thighs were wide open, exposing her pink area completely. She had a sparse covering of golden blonde hair. As Edward watched over his shoulder, the doctor gently and slowly spread her folds. "That's good," Hammond murmured to himself as he leaned in, "oh, here..." He sat back, taking the tin that Edward held out for him.

"Alright Ellie - I think you're going to be just fine. There's only minor tearing. It looks like you had some fingers in you, but nothing more." She flushed an even brighter shade of pink. "I'm going to put some of this salve into your vagina now. It'll tingle for a bit, but I promise, it'll help you heal up quicker than anything else." With that, Doctor Hammond pressed two fingers into the pink salve, coating them liberally. "Try and relax," he urged gently.