CHAPTER 2
Hello, and thank you for taking time to read my story. This is a first effort so I hope you will be forgiving of the mistakes I am certain my work contains.
This is the second installment and you'll be lost as a goose in a hailstorm if you don't read the previous chapter.
My writing is more story than sex, and these chapters have little in the way of significant sex scenes. I have included more erotica as the story progresses, so now I ask for your patience in addition to your forgiveness.
I find that the story is much longer than I expected it to be, so I wound up breaking it into two "books" with a change in writing style between book one which is written in third person and book two which I have written in first person.
The entire story is set in an alternate reality where slavery has been re-instituted. I'd like to thank the people responsible for creating the foundation on which this story rests, Carl Bradford, Joe_Doe_Stories, MrSmith27, and Avicia. Although my story has a very different character than most of the other work I've read set in this universe, I've tried to stick closely to the basic concept envisioned by the original creators.
I'd also like to thank bad_hobbit for reading the first chapter and providing invaluable insight that kept this story from becoming a Mongolian cluster-fuck..I hope. :-)
Shall we begin?
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Sam wandered towards the pool thinking he would get a beer from the outdoor refrigerator on the patio.
"Well, that was strange"
, Sam thought,
"Has James become so attached to Barbara? That looked a lot like jealously."
Sam heard James' Durango start and move down the driveway to the county road. The SRT8 with aftermarket exhaust made a noticeable and distinctive sound.
Sam needed to think,
"I guess the time has come for this to be addressed. James has to learn to manage these slaves without becoming emotionally attached or he'll be the one serving them. He's eighteen now. I don't think he's a virgin any longer. Judging by that little drama I just witnessed, I'm betting Barbara was his first. He's been following her around like a little lost pup ever since she came to the estate."
At 18 years of age upon acquisition, Barbara was a year younger than Katherine and 6 years older than James when she arrived at the estate and began caring for the family horses. Of course the 12 year old James fell instantly and hopelessly in love with her. Given James' tender proclivities toward the slaves, Sam really worried about James' infatuation with the black haired beauty.
James loved the horses and spent a lot of time working with them. Once Barbara arrived, James practically lived in the barn. Sam and Morgan both did their best to keep James from getting too close to Barbara, but it was an exercise in futility. It didn't help that Barbara developed a soft spot for James she found impossible to hide.
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It's not like Barbara did anything wrong. Neither did James, really. James is still young, it's no surprise he fell for the beautiful experienced nude girl with native American features and a brilliant smile. Especially if she really had made him a man. One of the staff was going to do it as soon as he turned 18, and Barbara's a much better choice than most. I don't think she'd ever take advantage of him. But it's high time he grew up."
James' quiet and somewhat timid facade masked a brilliant, inquisitive mind. He was very conscientious and caring. While any teenage boy has spells of selfishness, feeling victimized at times, James got over it quickly. He didn't take his frustrations out on others, not even the slaves the family kept to maintain their extensive estate outside Huntsville, Alabama. As a matter of fact, James' parents both felt he was too lenient with their slaves. Mom and Dad were concerned at what they felt were inappropriately close relationships between James and the "staff" as the family liked to refer to them.
Sam stripped off his clothes, dove naked into the pool and started swimming laps. Emily, who had just finished cleaning the pool when Sam arrived, moved to the patio to collect his discarded clothing, folded it all up neatly and set it down out of the way, but where Sam would easily see it. Then she pulled a fresh towel from the pool house and draped it neatly over the back of a chair adjacent to a shaded outdoor table.
Emily retrieved an insulated bucket, put 4 Mackeson Triple XXX Stout in it and topped off the bucket with ice. She carried the bucket of ale to the table and left it along with a few napkins to absorb the condensate from the bottles. Finally Emily knelt next to Her Lord's chair, placing her hands on her thighs, and waited to see if he would require anything else of her.
Sam was deep in thought while he swam laps and noticed none of what was happening on the patio, "
So now I just have to decide how to deal with it. Kids at James' age are pretty sure they don't need their parents advice, so anything Morgan and I say will probably fall on deaf ears. Who can we get to help him that he'll respect enough to listen to?"
Suddenly Sam stopped swimming and stood up in the pool as it struck him that Dave was the perfect guy for the job. In that moment Sam decided how, and where, James was going to spend his summer.
Dave was a business acquaintance, and friend of Sam and Morgan's who owned and operated a facility in Miami, Florida where he trained slaves and slave handlers. Dave was considered one of the best trainers in the country. The two men had been doing business together since Dave was fresh out of the Navy traveling the country peddling his services door to door so to speak.
When both Katherine and James were still quite young, Dave had lived on the estate for several months while training slaves for numerous families in the Huntsville area. To cover his room and board Dave worked with the estate staff as he taught Sam and Morgan the finer points of slave handling. The couple learned a lot from Dave during that time and the three of them developed a friendship that seemed to become tighter each year.
Dave was a large, muscular, intimidating man who was really a big teddy bear at heart with a ready laugh and a wicked sense of humor. He had been a Navy Seal and could become the stuff of your worst nightmares when the need arose. His loyalty was legendary. Sam was certain Dave would attack the gates of Hell with a pocket knife and a sling shot if a friend needed help. Sam was also pretty confident Dave would come out on top, Lucifer wouldn't stand a chance.
Sam hopped out of the pool, strode over to the table where Emily knelt.
Emily looked up, "How may I serve My Lord?"
