Thanks to Melody for her suggestions and encouragement. A real life ebony angel.
Disclaimer: This piece is only historical fantasy. It's just a different setting for an erotic story. The situation and dialogue is intended to reflect a time and place. There can be no denying that slavery was a crime against humanity. However, there must have been moments of interracial passion, tenderness, and love (Thomas Jefferson / Sally Hemmings). No stereotyping is intended. The author recognizes that anybody can be offended by anything if they look hard enough, but hopes this won't be the case. It's only Literotica.
This is a portion of a longer work which begins during the American Revolution. Here is a brief prologue: Alexander Nash, an apprentice to Benjamin Franklin, becomes one of the world's greatest inventors and thinkers. After the war, he builds his laboratories, factory, and mansion near the coast of Charleston, SC. In 1784, Nash inherits three female indentured servants from a dying relative. The relative knows that Alexander won't abuse the black woman and two white women. Alex gives the women their freedom, but they stay with him. By 1799, Alexander Nash is sharing his mansion and bed with about a dozen freed female slaves and indentured servants. In this story, a new slave arrives at the mansion as payment of a debt.
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As the carriage rounded a stand of cedar trees, Emily saw her new home for the first time. It was unlike any house of any size she had ever seen before. The sprawling three-story mansion was built primarily of stone and glass. Its interesting angular sections seemed to blend into the natural setting. Emily could see several smaller outbuildings near the main structure. A gray brick driveway met the dirt road and led to a large brick-paved plaza in front of the mansion. In the center of the gray brick plaza was a beautiful fountain. When the carriage came to a stop, Emily gazed up at a wide stone stairway which lead to a large wooden door.
As the carriage drivers were climbing down, the mansion door opened and Emily watched a black woman and a white woman come down the stairs side by side. The white woman had long, straight, golden blonde hair. She strode up to the carriage drivers, spoke to them, and handed one of them some papers. The other woman had skin the color of chocolate, just like Emily's. She was slightly taller than the white woman. Her black hair was wavy, and reached below her broad shoulders. Both women wore short pants, hemmed well above their knees, and simple cotton blouses.
The black woman moved toward Emily and said, "This is where you get off, Emily."
Emily began to climb down from the carriage, and the woman offered her hand to help Emily.
Emily took her hand and politely said, "Thank you." She then quickly retrieved the sack containing her few meager possessions.
The carriage drivers climbed back aboard and one said, "Nice seein' ya again, Annie."
"Have a safe trip back, George," the blonde woman replied.
As the carriage clopped away, the two women then turned their attention to Emily. She stood nervously before them.
The black woman smiled and said, "Welcome to the Nash estate, Emily. I'm Tamara and this is Ann." Tamara motioned toward the blonde woman.
"Nice to meet you, Emily," Ann said with a smile. Her accent was British.
"Nice to meet you both," Emily replied politely.
Emily couldn't help but notice that both women were very physically attractive. Each possessed a beautiful face and their skimpy clothing did little to conceal their lovely figures. Emily estimated them to both be about fifteen years older than she was. She also wondered if Ann was the mistress of the house.
"If you'll follow us inside, Tamara will begin to get you settled," Ann said with a smile. Emily followed the older women up the stairs and through the beautifully carved door.
Once in the large entrance foyer, Tamara turned to Ann and said, "I'll take Emily into the library."
"And I'll tell Alex where to find you," Ann replied, then added, "Please stop by my office before lunch."
Tamara smiled and nodded. Ann turned and walked away.
"Come with me, girl," Tamara said as she took Emily's hand.
Tamara led Emily by the hand into the library, and then closed the doors. Emily stood looking at the floor. Tamara slowly circled Emily, looking her up and down.
"So, your name is Emily... twenty-two years old... been a field slave and a house slave..." As she completed circling, Tamara said with a smile, "You might be small, but you sure is one fine lookin' black girl. Mister Nash is gonna be real pleased." Tamara stood directly in front of Emily and continued, "Look at me and listen good, girl." She waited for Emily to look at her and then continued, "This could be the luckiest day of your life if you don't mess it up. If you behave yourself and get along with us, you could end up a free woman and livin' better than most white folks. But if you don't do like you're told, or steal from anyone, you'll find yourself out the door and regrettin' it the rest of your life. The choice is yours." Still looking into Emily's eyes, Tamara paused, smiled, and said more quietly, "I started out as a slave, just like you. Now, I'm a free woman and Mister Nash say I'm the richest black woman in the Country. The day I came to live with Mister Alexander Nash was the luckiest day of my life. Besides being the smartest man in the world, he's one of the kindest too. He takes care of us, and we take care of him."
As she listened, Emily was looking into Tamara's dark brown eyes. While Tamara's eyes shone with strength, her words seemed to be full of wisdom and kindness. Emily was determined to do anything that was asked of her.
Tamara walked around behind Emily, then leaned close and whispered in her ear, "You can't read or write, can you, girl?"
"No, I cain't," Emily replied softly.
"Neither could I when I came to Mister Nash. Now, I can. If you stay here, you'll be taught to read and write. Mister Nash says that the laws forbiddin' black people from reading are bad laws. He don't pay them no mind. Annie teaches the women here readin' and writin', no matter what color their skin is. The rest of what you'll need to learn, you'll learn from all of us."
Tamara continued, "Here on the Nash estate, you will be paid money for the chores you do. If you do good work, do what we ask, and don't cause no trouble, you'll make more money in time. That money be yours to spend as you want on fancy clothes or whatever. We'll provide most of the food and round-the-house clothes and everything else you'll need." Tamara turned to look out the window at the palm shaded beach and added, "As a free woman, I can leave here anytime I want, but I wouldn't wanna live anywhere else. I hope you'll soon feel that way too."
There was a knock on the library door, and then Emily's new master entered.
"Hello ladies," Alex greeted them. He walked over to Tamara, slipped his arm around her, and kissed her on the lips with feeling. Emily had never seen a white man kiss a black woman like that, and she looked at the floor feeling embarrassed.
Then, Alex stood before Emily and said with a warm smile, "Hello, Emily. Welcome to my home. I'm Alexander Nash. Most new women usually feel more comfortable calling me Mister Nash until we become more, uh... friendly."
"Hello Mister Nash," Emily replied politely and then looked downward. Alex smiled and then he too circled Emily, looking her up and down. Standing in front of Emily, Alex gently slid the loose fitting neckline of her dress to the sides, exposing her bare shoulders. He ran the fingertips of both hands slowly up her shoulders to her neck and then back down. Emily stood motionless.
