Authors: Ashley Ryan
As the sun sank over the distant mountain, the thought of running away seemed less appealing. It would be dark soon and I wasn't positive that I could navigate the woods and fields all the way back. Finally as the stars began to show, I got up and returned to the slave quarters where I found John waiting for me.
"We have an idea" My mother said. "John and I have been talking and what if you go stay with him in his quarters like the master wants, but you don't have to do anything that you don't want to. The master don't have to know what goes on in your bed, he'll just think that you are barren."
"I knew I could count on you! What do you think?" I asked of John.
"Sound like a good plan. Better dan making you do something you don't want." He replied.
The next morning John and I were called to Master Wilson's house. He asked what we thought of each other and we said that we liked each other.
"So I can expect little ones soon?" Master Wilson asked.
"If
dat what the good lord has planned" John replied.
"John, you may return to work. Mary, I'd like to speak with you alone" Master Wilson said.
I couldn't possibly imagine what he wanted now, but I remained as John closed the door to Master Wilson's office as he left.
"Tell me about Thomas" Master Wilson said.
I was stunned; I couldn't imagine how Master Wilson knew about Thomas.
"He's my friend" I said.
"So he's not your man?" Master Wilson asked.
"Not exactly" I replied. "I think he wanted to be"
"Apparently he did. He and Mark paid me a visit yesterday and were interested in buying you back." Master Wilson said.
I just looked at him expectantly.
"Of course they could only pay me the five hundred dollars that I bought you for so I couldn't very well sell you for that." He said.
I know my face reflected the heart break that I was feeling inside.
"You get with John and have me some little ones and I might reconsider the offer." Master Wilson said. "You may go now"
I left Master Wilson's house with a heavy weight on my shoulders. I couldn't give myself to John and then expect Thomas to want me, and if I had a baby I wouldn't want to leave it behind. A million thoughts ran through my mind on the way back to the slave quarters. I opened the door to my quarters to find my mother sitting on the edge of the bed. Thomas was sitting beside her.
"Thomas!" I exclaimed as I ran to him. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me so tightly that I thought I would pop.
"Listen, I'm not supposed to be here but I can't just leave you. I tried to buy you from..."
"I know" I said. Master Wilson just told me.
"I want you to gather your things; you're leaving with me tonight." Thomas said.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"We're going home." Thomas said as if he shouldn't have to tell me that.
"But Master Wilson will come looking for me" I said.
"We are going to hide you out at Ms. Rebekah's house" Thomas said.
"I can't do that. What about momma?" I said.
"I'll be fine baby, you do what you got to do" She said.
"I can't leave you, you have to come too" I said.
"I can't do that. If an old woman like me go missing they won't be
no doubt that you had help leaving. You got to go!" She ordered.
A moment later I heard some of the salves outside say that the master was coming.
"You have to go!" I told Thomas.
"Not without you!" he said.
"Come back tomorrow and I will go with you!" I exclaimed.
Thomas grabbed me and kissed me before opening the door and running off into the woods. A couple of minutes later Master Wilson opened the door to our quarters.
"Someone told me you had a visitor" He said as he entered the room.
"No sir" Momma replied.
"Just Mary and me."
"Mary, come with me" Master Wilson ordered. I followed him to the barn.
"I think I know who was visiting you tonight and I think I know what's going through your head and I want you to know that if you leave this plantation, I will find you and not only will I have you beaten, I will have Thomas hanged for theft. Freed slave or not he's still just a nigger and I won't stand for what you are planning." Master Wilson said.
"Yes sir" I replied.
Master Wilson and I stood there looking at each other for a few moments.
"May I go sir?" I asked.
"No. We're waiting on someone" He replied.
We stood there for what seemed like an eternity looking at each other. His bright blue eyes seemed to almost peer into my soul. Finally John entered the barn. My heart sank; I expected that I knew what
Master Wilson had in mind.
"Take your clothes off" He ordered.
"Sir I promise..."
"Do as you're told!" He ordered.
I slowly pulled my yellow dress up over my head and sat it on a bench near a support beam. I stood there for a moment in my long panties and ragged undershirt.
"Go on!" Master Wilson commanded. "You too John, you know the routine."
John began untying his pants and kicked off his boots. I slowly removed my shirt and covered my breasts with my hands. Master Wilson ordered me to remove my panties. I looked over as John and saw that he was already nude. His penis was huge and growing erect at the sight of my partially naked body. I looked away quickly, embarrassed at the sight of his cock.
"Strip!"
Master Wilson ordered.
I reluctantly pulled down my panties and tried to cover myself.
"Do it!" master Wilson said to John.
As John approached me I would have given anything if I'd listened to my mother and Thomas. I should have left with him as soon as he asked. Now my
reluctentness had cost me everything. I could never look at Thomas again after this.
John took a horse blanket off of a stall gate and spread it on the ground. I sat down on it. I saw no need to fight John; he was just doing what he'd been told to do. I laid back and turned my head as I spread my legs for him. The tears that that been swelling up in my eyes, that I had been fighting back finally released and ran down my face as I felt John's huge cock touching the sides of my thighs as he positioned himself between my legs.
"When I start pushing, you grunt like it hurt" John whispered in my ear.
A moment later John pushed hard against me.
His cock rode up from the base of my pussy until I could feel the tip rest against my clit. I grunted as John had told me to. I opened my eyes briefly and saw that Master Wilson was sitting in a chair on the other side of the barn and although he could see what we were doing, he couldn't see well enough to see if John was actually inside me or not.
With each thrust I would grunt as if his huge cock were killing me. As I looked away refusing to make eye contact with either of the men I found myself somewhat enjoying the sensation of John's manhood sliding across my hardening clit. John picked up the pace and then pressed hard against me and giving three quick additional thrusts before getting back onto his knees and putting his pants on. I closed my legs and curled up into the fetal position.
"When you've recovered, you may return to your quarters" Master Wilson said as he left the barn. "John see to it that she makes it back to her quarters."
"Is you okay?" John asked as he brought me my clothes. "I'm sorry but..."
"Don't be sorry." I said. "Thank you for not hurting me."
"
Ain't right what happen with Susan and me and I ain't gone do it again if I can help it" John replied.
John walked with me back to my quarters where my mom was pacing the floor. I told her what happened.
"John's a good man for not doing that." Was all she said about it. "Tomorrow when Thomas get here, you gone go"
"Yes ma'am" I said.
The next day was work as usual, but that evening was anything but usual. As I gathered my things, stuff that I could easily carry I heard shots coming from the woods behind the slave quarters. I went outside to see what was happening but it had already gotten dark. I couldn't see anything in the black night with the thick fog rising from the creek.
"I think we got him!"
Came a loud voice.
"Where?"
Asked another.
"I heard him yelp and then he stopped but I can't see anything, fog's too thick!" the first voice said.
The voices continued for nearly an hour, finally I heard one say "let's just come back in the morning when we can see, we ain't gone find a nigger in the dark fog, even one as yella as him."
"Oh no!"
I said aloud as I went back into my quarters.
"What is it?" Mother asked.
"I think they shot Thomas." I replied.
"It couldn't have been Thomas. Dems slave catchers and he
ain't no slave" Mother assured me.
"What if they thought he was a slave?" I asked.
My mother assured me again even thought I could see the worry in her face. Thomas was supposed to be there by then and his absence only added to our concern. I paced the floor for over an hour until I heard the front door creaking open.
"Thomas!" I exclaimed as I laid eyes on him for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.
"I'm sorry that I'm late. Those slave catchers saw me sneaking onto the plantation and I guess they thought I was sneaking away.
"You should have just showed them your papers!" I said.
Furious that he would risk being shot for nothing.
"...and they would have taken me to your master for verification since I was on his property and I would have been in just as much trouble for trespassing. Your
master don't think to highly of me you know." Thomas said.
He was right and I couldn't argue with his valid statement. I asked where we had to go. Thomas said that he'd tied his horse up just inside the woods outside of the plantation.
"What about the slave catchers?" I asked.
"As long as they haven't found my horse we should be fine" He said.
"What if they have?" I asked.
"Then we're going to be walking all night" Thomas said.
We snuck out and quickly made out way to the tree line. I followed closely behind Thomas who had traveled through these woods at least once before. There was no path to follow and I was constantly running into low limbs and fallen logs. The fog was so thick that I wasn't sure how Thomas was able to find his way. I knew the moon was about half full but couldn't see it through the fog and trees.
We traveled quickly through the painfully dark woods until finally Thomas asked if I wanted to rest. I was desperate for a break and gladly sat down at the base of a tree.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm just scratched up from the brush slapping me in the face." I replied.
"Sorry, but we had to move quickly away from the plantation. We can slow down now." he said.
"Good" was the only word I could muster.
"I've missed you." Thomas said.
"I've missed you too." I replied.
Thomas and I remained quiet to catch our breath. After a few minutes Thomas stood up and off we went again.
"The horse is just a little way's further" Thomas finally said as the fog began getting thinner.
We walked for another several minutes before finally reaching the horse. Thomas checked to make sure no one was watching. Slave catchers were notorious for baiting creeks and old camp sites for slaves on the run. Thomas was afraid that they might be hiding out and waiting for someone to return for the horse. Thomas went out into the clearing first. If he was caught, at least he would have his papers. I on the other hand would be beaten and likely raped before being returned to Master Wilson.
Thomas climbed onto his horse and walked it around the clearing for a few minutes. Finally he told me to climb on. We rode back to Master Mark's plantation as quickly as we could and to Ms. Rebekah's house which was just on the back side of the plantation.
"Did anyone see you?" Asked Thomas's mother Alice.
"No" Thomas replied.
"You're sure?" she asked again.
"I'm certain. There were slave catchers on the way there, but no one saw me returning with Mary." Thomas said.
"Slave catchers?" Alice asked.
"Yes but I couldn't stop for them. I don't think they saw my face." Thomas replied.
"Well get upstairs and get cleaned up." Alice said.
"Is this her?"
Asked an older white woman who'd entered the room without me noticing.
"Yes, this is Mary." Alice replied.
"Your name is now Maggie" Said the lady. "I will write you up a letter tomorrow giving you your freedom under the name Maggie. Should anyone ask about Mary looking like you, tell them that you are Mary's sister. That you share the same father, but different mothers. You will stay here for now; at least until Mister Wilson has paid my brother a visit and likely accuses Thomas of theft. You are to stay low and not be seen, if you are seen your name is?"