Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2015 03:19:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: Master of River's Bend Chapter 14

Master of River's Bend
 Chapter 14
"The River"

This is a story of erotic fiction meant to be read by adults over the age
of eighteen years

Written by slave toby: November, 2015
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Chapter 14:

As they approach the river, Yancy is greeted with a sight that borders on
the biblical. Certainly it is like nothing he's ever seen - or could ever
have imagined. Gangs of slaves - their nakedness hidden under a coating of
black, stinking mud toil under the lash to clear the river silt from the
main irrigation channels which carry water inland from the river to the
crop-fields. The already heavy tools they are using are made impossibly
heavier by the waterlogged mud they are shoveling to deepen the ditches to
allow even more water to flow through to the secondary channels which
crisscross the plantation's broad-acres delivering precious life-giving
water to even the most far distant fields.

Spaced strategically along these irrigation channels are large water-wheels
and smaller treadmills which operate around the clock to keep the water
flowing. The water-wheels vary in size and type but all have one thing in
common; they are powered by the stressed muscles of the straining, slaves,
who are required to keep the water flowing at a constant rate. And to help
them in their efforts, their backs are constantly scourged by the cruel
whips of their black overseers - men who had once been slaves but are now
the masters and who mete out retribution and punishment against the hated
white race.

Many years ago, Charles had realized the importance of water and had
ambitiously embarked on a program of building an irrigation system to
ensure an adequate water supply to his crops. Voraciously, he read of those
societies which successfully used irrigation and searching through the
extensive St Jean library he'd come across descriptions of waterwheels used
by the ancient Egyptian, Greek and Roman civilizations. As he delved deeper
into the subject, he discovered pictures and diagrams of water-wheels used
in more recent times by the Moors in Spain and the Arabs in the Ottoman
Empire. These had fired his imagination and he enthusiastically set about
making his vision become reality.

He'd put some of his slaves to work digging what were to become the three
main arterial channels leading from the river into his fields. The initial
work had been slow and painstaking for the unhappy slaves and much was
learned by trial and error. However, over time, he'd overcome all obstacles
and slowly the system of channels had spread in a web-like pattern over the
rich, fertile acres of the plantation. And with the ever expanding
irrigation system had come an increase in his crop yields which in turn had
added to his wealth. Wisely, he'd used this new wealth to buy more slaves
who he'd put to work digging new channels, maintaining the existing ones
and to provide the raw muscle power for his waterwheels.

The waterwheels had presented Charles with a particular problem which he
confronted with wholehearted enthusiasm. He'd read everything he could
about them and discovered that they were as old as agriculture itself.

The more Charles read of the waterwheel, the more enthusiastic he
became. He was determined that the waterwheel would become an integral part
of the plantation's operation and thus ensure its continuing prosperity.

Charles decided the discovery of the waterwheel would have to stand as one
of man's greatest achievements and it had served him well over the
centuries. It delivers life-giving water to sustain life in those parched,
hostile regions where previously man, his animals and crops couldn't
exist. It takes water from areas of abundance and delivers it to areas of
need and he is now applying that same concept to River's Bend Plantation.

And for Charles the waterwheel appealed on another baser level. He'd read
that in rural societies in Spain, North Africa and the Middle-East, donkeys
or mules were used to power the waterwheel. Well, he'd have none of
that. Charles holds deep affection for horses and their less glamorous
cousins and would never consider using them for such a mundane task. Such a
task is more suited to a dumb, plodding ox or a white slave. And right at
the outset, he decided that his white slaves would become the mindless oxen
who'd provide the muscle power required to keep his waterwheels turning and
the water flowing. Turning his white slaves into bovine minded
beasts-of-burden had a deep appeal. It would be fitting retribution for
what he'd suffered at the hands of the hated St Jean family.

After many trials and much experimenting, Charles had decided the "noria"
style of waterwheel used extensively throughout the Middle-East would best
serve his purposes.

In its purest form, the noria is a single, vertical wheel with buckets or
earthenware vessels fastened to its outer circumference for lifting water
from a river or stream and delivering it into an aqueduct or water
channel. In the Middle-East, the noria is a stand-alone wheel usually
installed in a fast flowing river the current of which provides the motive
power to keep the wheel turning.

However, Charles had adapted the noria to suit his special needs.  He
fitted a second horizontal wheel in the form of a capstan that engaged with
the noria's axle through a series of cogs causing it to turn and lift the
water from the river into the primary irrigation channels. And in
accordance with his earlier decision the motive power for the capstan would
be supplied by his white slaves.

By incorporating the capstan, it gave him greater control over the lifting
of the water from the river into the main arterial channels and using
slaves to control the speed of the wheel was more efficient than relying on
the uncertainty of variable water flows. A slave's speed can be adjusted to
meet the current requirements and regulated with a whip.

So successful was this first wheel that it became the prototype for all
other water-wheels used on the plantation. And it remains so
today. Progressively, Charles had his slaves construct more wheels of the
noria type to keep the precious, life-giving water flowing constantly
through the intricate pattern of irrigation canals and channels.

Today, there are some thirty water-wheels of varying sizes in operation
throughout the plantation. The three wheels spaced strategically along the
riverbank have massive circumferences that require twelve slaves to keep
them turning. These are the master wheels which lift the water from the
broad river flowing along the plantation's northern boundary and depositing
it into the main channels flowing inland from the river. These wheels never
stop; they operate twenty-four hours a day for all 365 days of the
year. And where the main channel intersects with a secondary one a smaller
mill, powered by one or two slaves depending on the size of that mill
ensures the water flows to where it is most needed.

Today, with Yancy at his side, Charles is proud of his achievements at
irrigating his plantation. It stands as testimony to his far-sightedness
and his perseverance to get things done. Sitting astride Pegasus, he gazes
over the bent backs of his slaves who are fearfully aware that their master
is watching them at their labors. Their fear of this man is such that they
apply themselves to their work with even greater diligence than the
overseers' whip can coax out of them.

Some years ago, he'd even considered consigning Ptolemy to work temporarily
in the ditches or on a waterwheel. However, he'd decided against that as
Ptolemy had more appeal as his house-slave and to provide him with sexual
relief. But now, he has another of the hated St Jean family member as a
slave.  Perhaps the new slave Ram could serve a stint working in a
stinking, mud filled trench or mindlessly working a treadmill. It's an
appealing thought and one that he'll give more consideration to. But he has
already promised Ramses to Yancy and he would require his young guest's
approval to chain him to a wheel. However, it is something to think about
and to discuss with Yancy.

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Charles is justifiably proud of his irrigation system and chooses it to
showcase the plantation's operations to Yancy. Deliberately, he makes it
the first stop in their tour of inspection of River's Bend and to give
Yancy the chance to watch his slaves as they labor industriously on one of
the three, giant waterwheels lifting water from the river.

Yancy studies the mechanics of the waterwheel with great interest and notes
the capstan used to turn the waterwheel has six spokes each manned by two
slaves chained into position.

Fascinated, Yancy watches as the twelve, wretched slaves struggle to keep
the wheel turning.

All his attention is focused on the naked slaves as they strain and sweat
to keep the massive wheel turning at the required speed. The spectacle of
naked, white men working as a beasts of burden and watching the stress the
wheel places on their bodies is empowering.  He listens to their laboured
breathing and looks on dispassionately as the miserable wretches are
tormented by swarms of flying insects attracted to their naked,
mud-splattered bodies by their smell and sweat.  Yancy smiles at the
twitching and the shaking of their bodies as vainly, they try to dislodge
the pests and find some relief from their annoying bites and stings. And he
approves as they flinch and cry out each time an overseer's whip cuts
across their already striped backs with the order to "settle down".  And
with each stroke of the whip, the insects temporarily disperse giving the
slaves a few moments relief before settling back onto their sweat-soaked
bodies to once more feast on their filth.

For the first time, Yancy becomes aware of the magnificence of the naked,
male body in all its stressed beauty and salaciously, he pictures Ramses as
one of the slaves shackled to the capstan. In his mind's eye he sees his
former master toiling to keep pace with his fellow slaves. He imagines
Ramses stressed body bent forward over his spoke with his biceps bulging
and the sinews in his legs stretched almost to breaking point by the
unrealistic demands being made of them.

For a brief moment, he imagines he is one of the overseers and uses his
whip to good effect to urge Ramses to greater effort. Vividly, in his mind,
he sees the thin, red weals that his whip raises on Ram's as yet unmarked
back and ass.

But his imagination doesn't stop there. He pictures the scene as each
morning, he leads Ram to the capstan and shackles him into position ready
to begin his day's labor. With greater clarity, he sees himself applying
the whip to Ram's back to get him started. It is the first of many such
cuts of the whip which he'll apply to his slave's back and ass throughout
the day and he vividly pictures the wretched, naked Ramses straining under
the lash to keep it turning.

Yancy pictures the stress placed upon Ramses' strong, young body and the
erotic image of his muscles and tendons stretched to the utmost excite him
causing his cock to spring into a rampant erection. He hears Ramses' loud,
rasping breathing as he constantly seeks to fill his oxygen starved lungs
and his labored grunting as he is urged to greater exertion. The imagined,
animal smell of Ramses' unwashed body mixed with the heady aroma of his
sweat-soaked nakedness only further feeds Yancy's lust and fuels his need
for revenge.

But most of all Yancy savors the image of the the criss-crossed pattern of
the stripes on his former white master's back and ass laid there by his
whip. Ramses' loud screams of pain as the whip wraps itself sinuously
around his torso like some sinister, black snake is the icing on the cake.

"You seem lost in your thoughts, Yancy! A penny for them?"

Charles' question cuts through Yancy's reverie and brings him back to
reality.

"I'm sorry Charles but there's so much to take in. All this is
bewildering!" Yancy gestures expansively over the scene of the toiling
slaves. It's ...... well ...... it's not something I ever expected to
see. White men working as naked slaves under the black man's whip."

"And do you approve, Yancy?"

"Of course, Charles! It's just the surprise at actually seeing it
happen. But I like what I am seeing. In fact, I was just imagining Ramses
working on a wheel or as one of those slaves clearing mud from the
ditches. I had a picture of him working ass deep in the mud and with his
balls dangling in the filth."

"That's an interesting thought, Yancy," Charles chuckles, "and not entirely
out of the question. At one time, I had similar thoughts about Ptolemy but
I never got around to doing it. But his cousin is a different matter and
the choice as to where he works is one for you to make. Soon, he 'll be
under your control and you get choose how and where he is to be used."

"Thanks, Charles! I keep that in mind.

Charles smiles inwardly at Yancy's thoughts. So far - from what he recalls
- Yancy has had Ramses placed between the shafts of a cart to work as a
pony and now he visualizes him working in the filth and slime of an
irrigation ditch or laboring on a waterwheel. Well none of these things are
impossible and the ultimate choice will be Yancy's to make. The only
problem for Charles is that Ramses could fall victim to an over-
enthusiastic overseer's whip which could permanently mark him. That is
something which he will put to Yancy when they finally discuss Ram's future
duties.

Meantime, in the distance, Charles spies Edward busily supervising a gang
of slaves working waist deep in a silt filled channel. He spurs Pegasus
forward and tells Yancy.

"Come with me Yancy! There's someone I want you to meet."

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Edward looks up and sees Charles approaching and breaks from his
supervising of the slaves to ride forward to meet the Master of River's
Bend. Edward is puzzled by the young, black man driving a slave and trap
accompanying Charles and naturally he wonders who he is. Charles had told
him of Ptolemy's cousin, Luke's visit and of his plan to enslave him - an
idea he wholeheartedly endorses. However, there'd been no mention of a
black man visiting and he assumes that he'd been brought to the plantation
to serve as the cousin's slave.

He'd seen the young cousin just this morning, shortly after his arrival,
when he'd caught Ptolemy wasting time in the fields watching a slave-gang
at its labors. He'd admonished Ptolemy but deliberately ignored
Luke. However, that hadn't stopped him from running a critical eye over the
visitor and Edward liked what he saw. The young man was youthfully handsome
- indeed he was exceptionally so - and the expensive clothing he wore did
little to conceal his burgeoning physique which to Edward's practised eyes
showed great potential. And of particular interest to Edward were the
contours of the pert ass that showed through the tight-fitting
trousers. Edward had hoped that he'd have an opportunity to seen Luke
Trevannion in all his naked glory before day's end. And he even hoped that
he would have some oversight over Ptolemy's relative thus providing him
with a new focus for his anger against the hated St Jean family.

"Good afternoon, Edward."

"Good afternoon, Charles." Edward replies.

"Edward here is someone I want you to meet. Allow me to introduce Yancy
who'll be staying on at River's Bend as my guest."

Edward dismounts as Yancy clambers out of the trap. Both men grasp one
another hand in a firm handshake and exchange greetings.

"Welcome to River's Bend, Yancy." As Edward greets Yancy, he looks to
Charles with the unspoken question - who is this young man?

"Thank you, sir!" Yancy replies shyly.

"Yancy, call me Edward. Only the slaves call me 'sir' or 'boss'. And you're
obviously not a slave," and he gestures towards Clem, "otherwise you
wouldn't be driving this slave-rig."

"Edward, Yancy arrived as Luke Trevannion's slave but that is no longer the
situation. He became a free man the moment he stepped onto our wharf this
morning. However, the same can't be said about his former master. I've just
enslaved him and, even as we speak, Ptolemy is preparing him for his new
life. I hope you'll come to dinner this evening to see my newest slave in
the flesh and to appraise him. As always, I'd value your opinion. No one
knows white slave-flesh as well as you."

"Thanks Charles. You flatter me. I accept your invitation to dinner and
look forward to fingering your newest slave. I caught a glimpse of him this
morning wasting time with Ptolemy in the fields. I told Ptolemy he was to
tell you that I'd caught him malingering. Did he do so?"

"Yes, he did own up and he was soundly beaten for his trouble."

"Good! I'm pleased to hear it." Edward is showing his antipathy towards
Ptolemy. "Sometimes, Ptolemy forgets his place and takes too much for
granted. He needs punishment to bring him back down to earth."

"Indeed he does, Edward. But rest assured, he now has a well-striped ass as
a result of his dawdling this morning. He received ten strokes of the
rattan cane and I can assure you he felt every stroke."

"What about your new slave, Charles. Have you given him a name?"

"Yes, I've named him Ramses or Ram for short."

"A good name in keeping with the Egyptian theme you adopted for the rest of
your house slaves. I assume you had him shuck off his clothing. But tell me
a bit about his naked appearance."

"Well he's a handsome boy and possesses a good but somewhat soft body. I
had the vet assess him and he tells me the building blocks are there and
with hard work he'll develop into a prime slave. But you'll see for
yourself this evening."

"I look forward to it, Charles. And speaking of the vet. I sent a slave to
fetch him to me about twenty minutes ago and he still hasn't
appeared. Immutef knows my needs are urgent and never to keep me
waiting. I'll whup his lazy, white ass when he does arrive."

"His ass has already taken a quite a hammering." Charles laughs. "I gave
Yancy permission to fuck him after lunch. I know the vet is your 'special
boy' but I hoped you wouldn't mind."

"Not at all, Charles! All white ass is there to be used by any black man in
need of a fuck. Tell me Yancy.  Did he please you? Did you enjoy fucking
him?"

Yancy blushes at the directness of Edward's questions but manages to blurt
out.

"Very much so, Edward. It was the first time I'd ever fucked a white man
and I enjoyed it. I have to say it gave me a sense of power over him. Each
time I thrust into him I felt like I was in charge."

"And you were in charge, Yancy. I guess you never had the opportunity to
use white ass before today.  And it won't be the last time. There's plenty
of white ass to go around on River's Bend. The slaves know it's another
part of their duties to keep their overseers happy."

"Well now that Yancy has sampled Immutef, I'm sure he'll be eager to sample
some other slaves. He obviously enjoyed using Immutef, You should have seen
Yancy pounding into the slave."

"I'm not surprised. Immutef is tight-assed and smooth as silk on the inside
and his ass muscles are very powerful. They are guaranteed to give you a
lot of pleasure. And in return, perhaps I'll get to use Ramses one day."
Edward adds hopefully.

"I'm sure you will, Edward. Tonight, I will exercise my droit de seigneur
rights over Ramses and then tomorrow I'm giving Yancy the right to use him
as he sees fit. I'm sure that Yancy will be happy to reciprocate and allow
you to use Ramses. Isn't that so, Yancy?"

"Of course, Charles. I'm happy to share Ramses. Perhaps I can use Immutef
again?"

"Anytime at all, Yancy! Just say the word and Immutef is yours to use. Oh,
and by the way, try his mouth as an alternative to his ass. His throat and
tongue can give you a lot of pleasure too. I've trained them well."

As they talk, Yancy sees Immutef running towards them. Even from a
distance, Yancy can see that the slave's naked body is dripping sweat and
his powerful chest is heaving from the exertions of his running.  He drops
to his knees and crawls forward to kiss Charles' dusty riding boots before
paying similar homage to Yancy. Then, fearfully, he crawls to where Edward
is standing and begs his forgiveness for being late. Edward is in no mood
for excuses and lashes out with his whip to administer summary punishment
to the crouching slave's back.

Yancy watches as Edward loudly berates Immutef for his tardiness and
angrily applies his whip to the vet's exposed shoulders and upturned
ass. This serves as a cue for Charles to move on.

"I'll leave you to deal with your slave." Charles tells Edward. "There's
still much for me to show Yancy before we return to the big house. We'll
see you at dinner, Edward."

Mollified by Charles' words, Edward breaks from his punishment of Immutef
to bid Charles and Yancy farewell.

"Charles, I look forward to dinner with you and Yancy and the chance to
inspect your newest slave."

"Then we'll see you this evening, Edward."

"'Bye Charles! 'Bye Yancy!"

As they move away, Yancy overhears Edward impatiently orders Immutef to
adopt the "all fours" position.

As he applies his driver's whip to Clem's undulating buttocks urging him to
keep pace with Pegasus, Yancy is thankful he's not a plantation slave. His
own slavery had been grim but in comparison to what he'd seen so far at
River's Bend it could almost be regarded as benign. It's obvious that life
for River's Bend Plantation's white slaves is as harsh as their black
master can possibly make it. Yet, he feels no pity for them. Quite the
contrary; he looks forward to having authority over them and adding to
their suffering.

After all, revenge is sweet!


To be continued . . . . . . .