Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2012 14:31:50 -0500
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Rue Dauphine 23

Rue Dauphine 23
Lance Kyle

Scott rose early the next morning, leaving Cloud and Moses still entangled
on the bed in sleep, and walking naked down the hallway he slipped into the
shower bath to urinate and wash up.  Coming out, he almost stumbled into
Cleopatra and Niobe, naked, who were just entering to wash up.  Behind them
was an equally naked Adam, who exclaimed "Oh, Masta! Oh, sorry!" and
quickly put his hands over his groin.  Scott smiled broadly, kissed and
hugged Cleopatra and Niobe, which gave encouragement to his morning
erection, and stepped aside so they could enter the shower bath.  He turned
to Adam, who was staring open mouthed at Scott's nakedness.

"Adam, no need to hide yourself, we are very free in this house and not
ashamed of our bodies," he said.  "Yassuh" was all Adam said, who kept his
hands in place, still staring at Scott's half erection.

"Did you enjoy the night with Cleopatra and Niobe?" Scott asked, grinning
mischievously.  Adam glanced quickly at him and smiled.  "Yassuh, they sho'
was fine." He paused.  "Masta, you wit' Moses las' night?"  Scott nodded,
adding "and Cloud as well."  Adam nodded, politely guarded.  "Tha's
a'ight," he said.

"Adam, we go with men and women alike here, although some have stronger
preferences for one or the other.  Have you had sexual experiences with men
or boys?" he asked.  Adam gave an embarrassed grin and shrugged and said,
"Mebbe when I was a boy, you know, wit' othah boys," he said.  Scott
nodded.  A thought occurred to him.

"Look in here and see if they are finished, if you would," he said, nodding
toward the shower bath.  He knew quite well what Adam would find Cleopatra
and Niobe doing in a friendly way, and sure enough, Adam stepped out
quickly with a look of astonishment on his face.  He was sputtering, not
knowing whether to name what he saw or not.

Scott laughed.  "All of us enjoy each other," he said.  "Cloud seems to
like boys better, King is quite open to the women and girls although he
goes both ways.  It is part of our freedom here."  Adam looked thoughtful
and nodded, but still seemed embarrassed.  All this time he kept both hands
over his groin.  Scott took a quick moment to run his eyes all over Adam's
body, enjoying and appraising it.  He was fully as dark as Moses, darker
than King or James if that were possible.  His hair was about an inch long,
a black cloud around his head.  Like Moses, his lips were very full and
flat, wings blooming over his mouth, a pleasant flat nose and high
cheekbones with sparkling dark eyes.  Whereas Moses was sculpted with a
chisel, Adam had more of a swimmer's body, muscles flowing rather than
carved, rounded chest pads of muscle and a slightly curving, rounded belly.
His buttocks were the typical rounded, high rolling buttocks of the
African.

Making a quick calculation, Scott stepped closer to Adam and held out his
hands.  "Adam, would you give me your hands, please?"  He asked.
Embarrassment warred with a natural inclination to do what a white man
asked.  Slowly, hesitatingly, Adam grasped one of Scott's hands with his,
then the other.  His penis sprung out, half erect.  It was a little longer
than Moses's, and curved upward, jutting out from a thick patch of wiry
black pubic hair above a very large ballsack.  Adam kept his eyes cast down
and to the side.

"Adam, your body is beautiful," said Scott.  "It mighty black, Masta," Adam
replied, echoing Moses's self-denigration from the night before.  "It is,
and is very beautiful for being so," said Scott.  "What a lovely color," he
added, and now drew Adam closer, then close enough to kiss.  "What lovely
full lips," Scott said, and then kissed him.  Adam's eyes grew wide but he
did not resist.  Scott released Adam's hands so as to slide his own around
the black man's back and buttocks and pull him into him.  Adam, not knowing
what to do, let his hands freeze in the air.

Then with no further ado, Scott slid to his knees and took the bulb of
Adam's penis, now fully erect and curving up, between his lips.  He sucked
and massaged just the bulb , and now Adam groaned and moved his flailing
hands to Scott's head, sinking his fingers into the dirty blonde hair.
"Ah, Masta, tha's so good, so good!" he cried.  Scott began sucking and
pumping in earnest now, on his knees in the hallway before the naked black
man, who seemed to have utterly surrendered to the moment, who now began
pumping his hips frantically, outpacing Scott's own rhythm, and in an
instant he came, stifling a groan from deep inside, grinding his groin into
the white man's face, shooting a load of semen into his willing mouth.
Adam stood there trembling, his legs shaking, as Scott sucked him dry.
Then Scott rose about the time Cleopatra and Niobe emerged from the shower
bath.

"Just in time!" Scott cried, and taking Adam by the hand, led him into the
shower bath room.  Niobe and Cleopatra, catching sight of the black man's
still rampant erection, giggled, and Niobe slapped Adam on his rounded butt
as they passed.  Scott led Adam in soaping each other up and then toweling
off, and by the time they emerged Adam was smiling and shaking his head.
They found Cloud and Moses in the hallway heading for the shower bath as
well.  Adam and Moses exchanged big grins, each shaking his head in
disbelief.  Slowly others were emerging from their rooms, the new arrivals
still shy at their own nakedness and astonished at the nakedness of others.
But it was clear, they were getting into the spirit of the house.

Sounds of the work underway at the Annex to install cisterns could be heard
as the members of the household finished their breakfasts and began their
duties.  Scott and Cloud were deep into their magical studies when the
doorbell rang.  Delilah answered it this time, and ushered Mama Désirée
into the house.  Scott greeted her and asked after her health, and then
after the progress with Peter.

She sighed.  "Better, but he is very angry still.  Bad things were done to
him.  Sometimes..." and she grew thoughtful "...sometimes such anger must
simply be given a way to come out.  I must consider how," she said.  Then
she pulled herself up with an air of gravity.

"I have received word that a boatload of fugitives arrives today," she
said.  "Now we will see if your plan will work.  You must meet the boat, a
paddlewheeler by the name of Lady Gay, at the docks.  Have your wagon.  Ask
for Captain Miller.  And be on the lookout for the authorities.  I will...I
will have some backup in reserves should your plan fail," she said, with a
grim look.

Scott and Cloud made ready immediately to meet the fugitives.  King left to
bring the wagon around from the stable. Scott and Cloud informed the other
members of the household, except for the new members; there simply was not
time to tell them before leaving.  But Scott asked Cleopatra to feel them
out and to tell them about the house's involvement in the Underground
Railroad if she felt they were trustworthy and could be counted on for
secrecy.  Scott and Cloud took their rings and Scott took a pistol and a
small whip for show, and off they went.  King pulled the wagon up in the
alley and they rode down to the harbor.

Once on the docks Scott strolled up and down, Cloud and King performing the
dutiful servants in attendance, and inquired at the harbormaster's office,
but the Lady Gay had not yet arrived.  As they waited Cloud suddenly
stiffened and kicked Scott's boot.  He gestured with his chin in one
direction while looking in another.  Scott followed the chin and saw two
large white men newly arrived on the dock, walking slowly up and down,
asking questions of the dockworkers and boat captains there.  As one of
them turned, a metal badge flashed on his lapel from behind a jacket.
Scott nodded: marshalls or police.

They had but an hour to wait and a boat plainly marked Lady Gay docked.
Scott and Cloud slipped on their rings and effecting a carefree air
sauntered over to it.  They asked a worker for Captain Miller.  In a moment
the captain appeared, an older white man with a full head of hair and grey
beard.  Scott briefly introduced himself and Miller nodded.  Then Scott
briefly whispered something to Miller, whose eyes grew wide, but who simply
nodded again in reply.  Beckoning Cloud to come forward, Scott stepped onto
the boat.  Miller indicated an open hatchway, and Scott stepped down into
it briefly.  Then he emerged, followed by five elderly black women huddled
closely together.  Scott signed some papers held by Miller, the captain
glancing fearfully at the five blacks.  As Scott led them down the
gangplank, Cloud following, they both noticed the two law officers had
stopped on the dock near them.  One of them was closely consulting a sheet
of paper and looking carefully at Scott's "new purchase," but then he shook
his head and walked on.

Scott, effecting an air of mastery and careless command, rudely pushed the
five onto the wagon, where they sat under a canvas enclosure, which was
then lowered and tied tight.  Scott and Cloud slipped onto the seat beside
King, who slowly drove off.  Once away from the dock all three heaved sighs
of relief, but the tension had not yet abated.  King pulled up to the alley
behind Scott's slave trading establishment.  Again, Scott and Cloud leaned
into the canvas enclosure first for a moment, then threw back a flap of the
canvas and the same five elderly females trooped out and into the building.
King secured the wagon and then he followed Scott and Cloud into the
building.

There he saw Scott and Cloud exhaling deeply, as if they had just run a
race, and leaning wearily against a wall.  More astonishing, the five
elderly females quickly transformed into two women in their thirties, a man
in his forties and one in his fifties, and a boy of fourteen.  The people
themselves looked around at each other and exclaimed delightedly; they had
been warned by Scott as to what would happen.

Scott and Cloud sat and recovered—it was an effort to maintain the
disguise for any length of time, and for so many—while in about half an
hour King strolled around the building and the neighborhood.  Coming back
he declared the coast to be clear.  They waited until the alley seemed
absolutely unobserved and then five elderly females trooped back out and
into the wagon.  The canvas cover was secured again and the wagon rumbled
off, in broad daylight, for Rue Dauphine.  Parking behind the kitchen in
the alley, King leapt off while Scott and Cloud leaned into the wagon,
doing their magic.  The kitchen door open, five elderly females appeared to
shuffle into the kitchen, their magical disguises vanishing the moment they
were well within.  King and Cloud took the wagon back while Scott locked
the door behind him and introduced the new arrivals to their temporary
home.

By the time King and Cloud returned, the weary fugitives had been fed and
bathed, given fresh clothing, and shown their rooms where they gratefully
rested.  Adam, Moses, Mary, and Elsie wondered at who the newest arrivals
were, but they were told to keep quiet about it and all would be explained
soon.  As soon as the fugitives were in their rooms, Scott called together
all the old and new members of the house for a meeting.

"Mary, Elsie, Adam, Moses, perhaps you are wondering about our new
arrivals," Scott began.  The four nodded their agreement and said they did
wonder.  Cleopatra spoke up: "Have you heard of what is called the
Underground Railroad?  It is a network of people who help the enslaved to
escape to freedom."  The four new arrivals said they had heard rumors of
such a thing, but they had no personal experience of it.  King then spoke
up to give a brief summary of how it operated in general.  When the four
understood, Scott spoke: "We work for the Underground Railroad," he said.
"We have had many fugitives come through this house.  We..." and he gulped
hard before continuing, "we had one set that was taken, and we were almost
discovered.  The work can be dangerous.  I ask you whether you want to be a
part of it.  If you do not, we will respect your wishes; perhaps while we
have fugitives here you should remain in the Annex.  If you want to be part
of the work you should know, as I said, that it is dangerous."  Scott then
explained the specific work of that house, the role his slave trading
business played in it, and what their procedures were.

The four new arrivals had many questions, and there was some whispering
among themselves, but they soon agreed to participate and indeed, seemed
eager to do so.  Scott and Cloud had previously discussed the next topic of
conversation, and they plunged right in.  Cloud spoke up: "You should also
know that much of the work we do is aided by the fact that Master Scott and
I...well, we possess rings of magical power.  We use them to guard this
house.  We also use them to disguise the fugitives, as we did for the first
time just today, so as to avoid detection by the police.  It is a good
magic, but you need to know about it."  At that point Cloud winked at Scott
and changed into an Asian girl of sixteen.  Scott nodded in satisfaction
just before he turned into an old black man of some eighty years.  Everyone
gasped in amazement, even the household members who had been there the
longest.  In a flash, Scott and Cloud were back to their usual appearances,
panting just a little, to applause and expressions of delight around the
table.

"It takes an effort to do," said Scott, "and so we do not do it as an
entertainment, but to help in the work."  Cloud nodded, and the Indian boy
added: "So if you see strange things around here, this magic is likely the
cause."  The new arrivals discussed the matter excitedly; one strange thing
after another had been revealed to them upon entering the house.  But they
all expressed their eagerness to help with the cause.

The rest of the day passed busily, the new fugitives coming down to take
the air in the courtyard and to visit with the people.  They marveled at
the freedoms of the house.  They even participated in the schoolroom
session that evening after dinner, with many of the people of longer
standing in the house now able to help them learn some rudimentary reading
and arithmetic.  The time came to retire, candles and lanterns were being
taken to bedrooms, the fugitives, still weary, climbed up to their rooms
for a much needed rest.  Tidying up the schoolroom, Scott noticed Adam
hanging around the doorway, shuffling his feet a little.  Scott went up to
him and slipped a friendly arm around his shoulder.

"How are you, Adam?" he asked.  "Did you find a pretty lady to spend the
night with?"  Adam ducked his head and shook it a little, an embarrassed
grin on his face.  He hemmed and hawed for a moment and then said, "Masta,
I wuz wonderin'...is they more tha' you do like, uh, like you done fo' me
this mo'nin'?  I mean, like, when men and boys...you know, Masta...uh..."
Scott laughed and squeezed his shoulder.  "Yes, there is a lot men and boys
can do for each other besides what I did for you this morning."  Scott
paused and studied Adam's face.  "Would you like to discover some tonight?"
he asked.  Adam ducked his head again but nodded yes.  Scott steered him
toward the stairs and they were just walking through the second floor
hallway of the right wing when Sampson bumped into them coming from the
central wing.

"Master Scott, I was looking for you!" cried the twelve year old mulatto
boy, a big smile on his beautiful café au lait face.  "Want to spend the
night together?"  Adam's jaw dropped at such frank openness, but Scott
scooped the boy up under his other arm and said, "Of course, Sampson.  Do
you mind if Adam joins us?  He...he is learning what to do," Scott said
simply.  Sampson smiled at the coal dark black man and expressed his
delight at the prospect.  In a moment, the three entered Scott's bedroom.

Scott and Sampson took off their clothes immediately, Adam a little slower
at it given some lingering embarrassment, but his glance kept shifting from
the twelve year old mulatto boy to the eighteen year old white man and
back.  Adam finally removed his undergarment and made instinctively to
cover his groin, but then let his hand fall, grinning.  Sampson, assessing
the situation, took the lead.  He stepped right up to the coal dark man and
embraced him, his medium brown little erection pushing against the purple
black upcurved penis pushing out of Adam's groin.  Sampson wrapped his arms
around the black man's neck and pulled his head down, then kissed him on
his full lips while grinding his groin into Adam's.  The black man grunted
in surprise, but in a moment wrapped his arms around Sampson in return,
sliding his hands up and down the light brown mulatto boy's back and hips.
Scott stood there smiling for a moment, taking in the view, and then
stepped behind Adam, his rose colored penis standing straight up, pressed
between the buttocks of the black man, and he pulled himself in to him, his
hands sliding between Adam's and Sampson's chests to rub and tweak nipples.
Breathing continued to get heavier and heavier, then Sampson slid down
Adam's front to land on his knees, and seizing the coal black iron hard
penis Sampson plunged it into his mouth.  Adam groaned now, as Sampson
began playing with the knob with his lips, then sliding it in and out of
his mouth.  Scott ground into his buttocks from behind even harder, his
hands now running over Adam's smoothly muscled chest and abdomen.

Sampson rose and flung himself back on edge of the bed, his twelve year old
cock standing straight up out of a wispy patch of pubic hair.  "Suck me!"
he commanded Adam.  The black man had a moment of hesitation but then,
still standing, bent forward over the boy's groin and took his penis
between his full, flat lips and then into his mouth.  Scott stepped away
quickly to grab the goose grease, which he loaded onto his index finger
and, standing behind Adam, inserted it into the black man's anus.  Adam
groaned loudly, moving his head for a moment to look around behind him, but
he was caught up in the passion of the moment and did not object.  He
returned to Sampson's penis as Scott inserted a second finger into the
anus, greasing and dilating it.  Then Scott removed his fingers and
greasing his penis, shoved the bulb forcefully into Adam's anus.

The black man cried out, letting Sampson's rigid little cock flop out of
his mouth, and he gasped, looking around again.  Scott paused for but a
moment and then pushed himself all the way in, resting there as Adam
groaned again at the unfamiliar intrusion.  Scott had the black man's hips
in his hands to keep him from pulling away.  Adam groaned again and sighed,
but when he returned to Sampson's penis, Scott took that as a sign to begin
pumping.  In and out, in and out he pumped the black man's ass, even as
Adam gave out muffled groans around Sampson's penis.  Then the twelve year
old boy came, shouting and gasping once, pushing up his groin into Adam's
mouth.  Schooled by Scott's ministrations to him that morning, Adam kept
the spurting twelve year old cock in his mouth, swallowing the small dollop
of seed and clear liquid, and then simply retained the penis in his mouth,
breathing around it and through his nose, as Scott continued pounding him.
Then Scott came, crying out and slamming forward, shooting his semen into
the twenty year old black man.

Quick as a wink, Sampson pulled out of Adam's mouth, seized the grease pot,
and lubricated his own anus and Adam's iron hard, upcurving penis.  Now
Sampson got on his hands and knees on the edge of the bed and reaching
behind, placed Adam's penis at his own anus.  Scott, despite having come,
kept his penis inside Adam, and seeing what Sampson had planned he pushed
his hips forward, landing the black man inside the mulatto boy at once.
Sampson cried out, but he was accustomed to that kind of thing, and Adam
was well inside him.

Now, his palms splayed on the bed and his feet on the floor, covering the
mulatto boy on his hands and knees beneath him on the bed, Adam began a
frantic pounding of the café au lait boy's ass.  The back and forth motion
brought Scott's penis to a full erection again, never having left Adam's
bottom.  Adam pounded back and forth, back and forth, until in his
excitement at the new experience he shouted and came, pushing into
Sampson's bottom and grinding, his legs shaking as his penis shot its load
into the mulatto boy's bottom.  Scott took another minute of pounding, as
Adam held still for him, before the white man climaxed again, with a hard
but quick spurt of his remaining semen into the black man's anus.

Scott pulled out of Adam with a plop, Adam pulled out of Sampson's wilting
young ass, and all three tumbled forward onto the bed, Adam in the middle
with one white and one light brown arm around his chest.  He lay recovering
his breath for a moment and then began chuckling.  Scott propped his head
up on one arm and smiled at him.  "Good?" Scott asked.  "Oh Lawd,
Masta...good!" said Adam in response.

A week later, Scott got word that a ship to take the fugitives to Canada
was waiting at the harbor.  The whole process was repeated.  However, upon
reaching the harbor, Scott, Cloud, and King noticed the same two grim
looking officers hanging around the docks.  Scott and Cloud conferred
quickly, and by the time the wagon pulled up to the gangway leading up on
to the ship, five teenage black girls appeared to leave the wagon and board
the ship.  The two officers could be seen consulting their notes at a
little distance, but again, they did not see the fugitives they were
seeking.  Scott made some excuse to halt the wagon a little ways off, and
he saw the officers speaking to the captain of the ship, but it appeared as
if they received satisfactory answers, as they left momentarily.  Breathing
a sigh of relief, Scott, King, and Cloud pulled away just far enough to
keep the ship in sight.  They were relieved again to see it cast off from
the dock and pull out away from shore.  Their first successful transfer of
fugitives had been achieved.

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