Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2006 01:57:42 EDT From: Ecnelis133803912@aol.com Subject: A History of pre-bellum South -- 5 Five years earlier I did send you the same text on Oct. 3, 2006. So far no answer. According to your guidlines it means that it has been lost. Hereafter again the same text. A History of pre-bellum South -- 5 Five years earlier Many faculties in universities around the world study Ante-bellum slavery in the Southern States. The following stories are pure fantasy, but based on events that really happened: academic studies document similar events in the ante-bellum past. Many are published in internet. The author does not require any copyright. Anybody can copy the following invented story, without mentioning the author's name and reference. The author does not condone slavery that was common until the Civil War in the States ended it, and he deeply regrets that such infamies could happen. Comments are welcome. Person names are purely fiction. For your information, please note that $1 of the year 1800 is equal to about to-day's $30. Chapter 5 Blackhot in Hamburg The owner of the Blackhot slaves breeding farm in Alabama decided to start a new line of slaves. He thought that raising a fully white slave's progeny would bring high sale prices and nice profits. The problem was the starting point. White males were of course available, like handsome young neighbours and other eventual guests. Moreover, the naval harbour was not far away from the breeding farm, where there was quite a large choice of young and muscular ship 's boys eager and ready to mount any offered wench. Therefore, to find stallions was easy, being only a question of choice. However, the most important problem was how to find the required fillies. The answer was Europe, where poor families may have been willing to sale, for adequate money, some of their female offspring. Thus, John Blake sr. decided to send his son Mike to Germany, hoping he would be able to purchase a few likely girls to start his new project. To finance this venture he transferred a substantial amount of money to a Hamburg Bank, to enable Mike to pay whatever he thought advisable for the completion of his task. Hereafter you can find Mike's diary, with a description of his difficulties toward the completion of his task. Mike's diary I arrived in Hamburg (it was April 1797) well knowing that money was not an obstacle toward the fulfilment of my father's project to start a fully white line of handsome slaves. If I could find the right merchandise, I would have been able to pay the required amount of money. Indeed, my father had opened an important credit line in my name at the Hamburg General Bank, and I took my residence at the luxurious Sternengasthof, where I rented a small apartment (bedroom, living room and servant room/ The latter, I noticed, had iron rings at the wall to keep chained safely the eventual slave during his owner's absence). To start my job, I went to the Bank to confirm the arrival of the required money. The German language was no problem, since I had a German tutor when I was a kid, thus I could speak fluently in Hamburg. The manager of the bank did receive me in his luxurious office. «Herr Blake» he asked me «you have a considerable amount to your credit in our bank. How do you wish to invest it? It is a pity to keep not invested such a big capital. » I answered, explaining how my aim was to find some white young wenches, to start at home a new line of white slaves. I was at a loss how to begin, and I would have been grateful for suggestions. The manager answered smiling: «You have just hit the right person. Our bank gave some credit to a well known entrepreneur in this town. He started a commercial firm with great success, but he died suddenly because of a hunting accident, leaving debts above the worth of his company. We could do nothing else then to enslave his family as indentured servants, , hoping to recover the outstanding debt by their sale. They are now in the town prison available for inspection to eventual buyers. So far the price was above the offers we have got. May be it would be useful for you to inspect them, and then take your decision. » I immediately asked if they were all females, but the reality was that the family consisted of a 32 years old mother, two 16 and 14 years old daughters, a couple of 11 years old twins (male and female) and a younger 6 years old male child. The deal was that eventually I had to buy them all, the bank not wishing to keep slaves as guarantee. After some thinking I asked to see them, since perhaps if the males were attractive, my father could find some particular customer interested in this type of merchandise. One day later the bank manager's secretary came to my hotel with the invitation to visit the town prison to examine the family kept in jail as debt's guarantee. The coach stopped at the jail's entrance, and the head warden in person came to greet me. This showed the importance that the bank gave to my visit. Also the warden told me that he truly hoped I would buy the slaves, since it would mean a substantial fee given by the bank to the warden himself. «We have kept the naked slaves in a heated room near a fireplace, so you w ill be able to examine them at your convenience. They are kept in individual cages. » told me the warden, who preceded me toward the first floor, where I was anxious to see this rare chattel. Indeed we found them cringing in their cages. I was astonished to find such beauties in such a condition of shameful servitude. I couldn't believe of my chance: in just one day I had found exactly what I was looking for. They were typical Teutonic blond, with perfect skins, and statuesque features. A cruel chain attached their ankles to the cages bars, thus reducing their free movements inside the already small allowed space. What really was imposing was their beauty. The two males were exactly what a slave breeder would looking for, to use them as studs. Of course they were still very young, but their already muscular body together with their exceptional good looks, made them the perfect choice for a connoisseur breeder. «Can I finger them? » I asked to the warden. And I designated the cage where the 11 years old male twin was kept. The warden, dog whips in hand, opened the cage door, detached the chain from the cage's bar, and handed me the chain. I pulled it, and the slave boy was compelled to step out and come toward me. Since I was comfortably sitting in a big armchair, I let him sit between my legs on my knee. Therefore it was easy for me to finger him all over. You have no idea how pleasant it was to feel his young almost athletic body, shuddering under the fear of what may happen to him; I started petting him by caressing his smooth velvety skin, my hands gliding on his wavy hair, reaching his buttocks, that I squeezed enjoying their soft-hard smoothness. With my other hand I touched his genitals, causing an immediate hard up, his penis flapping rapidly, banging against his muscular flat belly. I must confess that I fell deeply in love with such a magnificent sample of male beauty. Because he was so young, I ascertained that by stroking his genitals, I could obtain only a dry orgasm. And I could confirm that this was exactly the actual case. Just looking at the other cages I understood that any further examination was superfluous. I already had made my mind up: I could close the deal and go back to our plantation with quite a successful bunch of new slaves. I thought that my father would have been very happy to be able to start his new line, with the prospect of many colour variations by having the wenches mounted by males of different races. I left the young buck's chain in the hands of the warden, who closed him in his respective cage. "I will be happy to deal with your bank" did I say to the secretary and I departed after shaking hands with both the warden and the bank's employee. I climbed in the waiting coach with the bank's secretary, and I asked him to bring me directly to his boss so as to be able to close the sale. And so we went, the bank's manager immediately invited me in his office. There we were seated with a nice red Rheinwein in a goblet in our hands. "So, what is your decision?" asked the banker. I answered that in principle I was ready to purchase the whole set, provided the price was convenient for the purpose of my Plantation. The debt left by the dead entrepreneur, after the sale of all his estate, amounted to about 14 000 Reichsthaler or 7 000 gold Dukaten. Translated into dollars it was worth 3 700 dollars. The banker added what corresponded to another 300 dollars for bank fees and prison warden tip, with a total of about 4 000 dollars. I thought that easily in 5 years I could double this amount by the sale of only a couple of the blond male slaves, while continuing the breeding of the left over females. It was really a bargain for me, and I accepted immediately. Thus we sealed the agreement with a handshake, and a receipt in my name was issued, while this sum was transferred from my account to the bank itself. Therefore I was instantly the new owner of six of the most gorgeous blond, Teutonic, all white slaves. I was now in a hurry to go back to our breeding farm in America. Therefore I went to the Hamburg's harbour to inquire when a comfortable ship was due to sail to the Southern States. I entered the Hansa office and asked about the possible sailing to North America. The answer was that a luxurious sailboat was due to leave Hamburg for New Orleans in about two weeks: nothing sooner. Well I booked a comfortable apartment with four cabins, three of which were to be used by my slaves. The employee assured me that the slave cabins would be furnished with wall rings and adequate chains to restrain the slave's movements. I then went walking along the peers, planning a new idea that came into my mind. Why not let the 32 years old wench be mounted by a handsome very young ship boy, blond with blue eyes: I would then present to my father the female already pregnant with a pure German potential cub. The fifteen days were long enough to assure that the eventual coupling would result into a real and positive fecundation. I thought that to find the adequate stallion should have been not too difficult in Hamburg's harbour. While I was walking along the harbour's wharfs, I saw a big cargo sailboat being unloaded by a team of powerful Mongol Herculean stevedores. I stopped for a while, and finally I could not avoid admiring a youngster, probably not more then 15 or 16 years old, athletically showing a perfect physique. Without bulging muscles, under his golden skin, he did show well developed biceps and pectorals, with a narrow waist and powerful buttocks and tights. I immediately thought that this was the male to cover my new acquired 32 years old wench. Although my first idea was to find a blond stallion, the product of a coupling with a Chinese stud would surely result in a seldom to find race mixture. I thought that my father would be quite happy to be able to offer such a rare mulatto (I did not know if this was the right designation of a cub sired by a Mongol into a white Teutonic wench). I was just curious to see what the result of such a mixed copulation would be. I approached what it looked as the captain, and I respectfully asked him who the Mongol boy busy in discharging the heavy was. "A 18 years old sailor; I engaged him when he was 12 years old and he is a hard worker, due to his strong physique" was the answer. I was pleased with this information. Thinking of an excuse, I suggested that such a handsome sailor may be would like to rest for a while. I would offer him a couple of week's hospitality at the Sternengasthof, where I was located during my compulsory stay in Hamburg, while waiting for the departure of my reserved passage. The officer winked at me, thinking that I would have liked the boy as a bed warmer. I left it at that, although my aim was quite different. Of course he looked much younger, as usually Mongolians keep their youthful appearance much longer then we white. The captain called "Hay, Tin Liu, this gentlemen want to make your acquaintance." The youngster approached me and, smiling, in rotten English, asked me what I wanted. I explained him my offer, adding that the captain would return with his ship in two weeks from now, when he could return to his job. Of c ourse he accepted, since the Sternengasthof was known as a luxury hotel, and his stay would become thus a pleasant holiday. We left together and we went to my apartment. When we were together in my living room at the hotel, I started to ask him about his life. And here follows his life story. "I was born more then 18 years ago in a fishermen family at the harbour near the town of Fuzhou in Southern China. We were very poor, and I was compelled to help carrying the heavy fishing nets. This was a very tiresome work for me, but it was an advantage in the sense that it developed my body into a strong muscular boy. The captain, that you met already, saw me while working, and asked my father if he could enrol me for service on his ship. My family being poor, my father agreed under condition that I could stay at least a month per year at home. Thus since two years I work on the ship, and I visit my family, bringing home almost my complete pay. My personal problem is now that I am sex hungry. I started shooting seeds at 14, but my only relief has been contact with older sailors (you understand what that means!). I hope that your invitation does not mean going in the same direction" I was more than happy to hear this. I started to explain him my project. The impregnation of a healthy wench was accepted by the young sailor with a sigh of relief and with a radiant smile of expectation. He had feared that my offer to stay at the plush hotel would have included my use of his body. I kept this pleasure to be realised only after a repeated impregnation of my new acquired wench by the handsome Chinese athlete, thus I kept silent about this matter. Now the real problem became evident. I had the buck in my apartment, how about the wench? At our breeding farm that was no problem: we had breeding rooms, breeding cages, in short all the required equipment to realise a perfect coupling, even if one or both of the individuals were non cooperative. But in my hotel apartment I was alone with the buck, and the only equipment was my whips set and the rings and chains in the servant room. I explained the situation to Tin Liu by describing the 32 years old wench as a very beautiful highly tittied female, probably reluctant toward a new impregnation. But Tin expressed his full cooperation. His strength and the muscular maleness of his body were, he thought, quite enough to compel the wench into full submission. He just asked me to allow him to use a short dog whip, if he found it necessary. I also thought that the wench, looking at such a handsome strong buck, after so many months of leaving without any fucking opportunity, would not show too much of a resistance. And I did foresee how surprised and happy would be my father in adding to his slaves herd a beautiful Teutonic blond wench, pregnant from a rare young exotic sire. The resulting cub, I thought, would develop into a quite peculiar (and I hoped valuable) rarity on the market. Thus I left my handsome Chinese stud in my living room, asking him to wait for me at the Gasthaus entrance in about a couple of hours, and went back to the Jail. I was immediately introduced in the large cell where, in their respective cages I did found my beautiful recent purchase. I had brought with me a big hemp cloth bag and the obviously needed hand and leg spancels. The bag was necessary to transport the naked female through the town; the prude Germans surely not accepting nudity in their streets. This was not the comfortable environment of our breeding farm! I asked the prison head warden to lend me a couple of jailers to help me with the problem ahead. Two burly Germans in uniform came immediately and opened the cage of the buxomly blond mother of the 5 blond children In a jiffy they, upon my asking, fettered hands and ankles with my irons spancels. They did not take any notice of the protesting screams of the big woman, but I ignor ed how they were, at the same time, fingering her nipples, her buttocks and her skin all over. They took particular pleasure in doing so and I could not care less. After all it was normal for two strong men to feel aroused by such an attractive female. The spancels kept the wench well under control, thus I could bundle her into my hemp bag. Of course she was screaming and furiously kicking. But the tightness of the strong cloth bag, closed with a long piece of string, assured me of a complete safe transportation. One of the guards put the big bundle on his shoulders, and delivered the precious merchandise into my waiting coach. Pulled by a couple of fast horses we arrived at the Gasthof main entrance, where I saw my Chinese sailor waiting impatiently for me. Boy, oh Boy! He was really a show piece of an athlete. His tight sailor uniform only emphasized the beauty of his muscular body. I thought that I really did choose the right male for the forthcoming impregnation. I looked forward on the nice amount of gold dollars that our farm could obtain in ten to fifteen years from now by selling the thus obtained product. I called Tin Liu, asking him to carry the bundle into the servant room of my apartment. There he deposited the bag, he opened it, and notwithstanding the kicking of the wench, thanks to his strong muscles, he chained her to one of the rings fixed to the wall. "This is easier than carrying the heavy merchandise from the ship to shore" said smiling Liu. "And it is much more rewarding " he added, anxiously foreseeing the pleasure he would feel when mounting this charge. Now we both could admire calmly the irate female, who being entirely naked and chained, could not hide the beauty of her mature body. She was really a magnificent Valkyrie, with flowing golden hair and blameless ivory skin. The white globes of her tits were strongly inviting to finger and squeeze them. To be continued only if somebody is still interested. Comments to ecnelis133803912@aol.com