Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2013 21:08:13 -0500
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Rue Dauphine 34

Rue Dauphine 34
Lance Kyle

As Scott feared might be the case, Cleopatra brought back word over the
next few days that Marshall McGillicuddy was making sexual overtures to
her.  She had found ways to elude them without insulting him, but only so
far.  She told her worried housemates that she was also prepared to accept
them should that be the best means to bring about the downfall of the
Marshall.  Such a downfall seemed increasingly urgent, for spying at the
wall peepholes was revealing more and more discussion among the Marshall
and his associates of the certain existence of an active Underground
Railroad station in the city—and increasing suspicion that it was
located in the house across Rue Dauphine!  Cleopatra also brought back word
that the Marshall continued to use the eleven year old twins—she had
learned they were named Romulus and Remus, by some imaginative former
owner—in hard ways, although he stopped just short of actually damaging
them.  Nevertheless, on all fronts it became clear that the Marshall had to
go.

In fact, following a plan devised by the people in the house working with
Mama Désirée, key steps were already underway.  Rumors and false
reports had been filed among other law enforcement agents in New Orleans
and elsewhere, each carefully corroborating the other.  Soon these false
trails would converge upon the Marshall himself.  The people began to see
light at the end of that tunnel.

And none too soon.  One day this report came back from the house's spies at
the peepholes: Into his bedroom one afternoon the Marshall summoned the
twins and Cleopatra, ostentatiously locking the door behind him once they
had entered.  There he commanded them to disrobe.  The boys did so quickly,
from a habit of obedience.  Cleopatra protested but the Marshall pulled
hard on her simple dress, popping a button or two, and in the end she knew
it was time to succumb.  Covering her vagina with one hand and her breasts
with another, she stood naked before the white man.  Coming up to her he
rudely yanked her hands away, then caught her up in a passionate embrace
that she had no choice but to accept.  Releasing her, the Marshall himself
threw off his clothes and in a moment all four stood naked together.  His
rosie hard penis was already near full erection.

The Marshall instructed Cleopatra to lie down upon the bed, and she
expected him to violate her on the spot.  But instead he instructed the
twins to lie down with her, one on each side, and to kiss and fondle her.
The Marshall took the boys on a guided tour of the female body, and given
their ages it might have been the first such.  Deep purple dark, thin
erections grew on their dark chocolate bodies, springing out and up from
beneath the few sparse, wiry pubic hairs each boy sported.  They kissed and
fondled her breasts, her lips, and then at the Marshall's directions they
took turns tonguing her clitoris.  From each twin brown slave boy's stiff
cocklet a tiny strand of clear liquid ran, evidence of the dawning of
sexual desire and potency, even if not yet fully developed.  Cleopatra
eventually took part in these instructions, deciding it was in the boys'
best interests to help them learn.

Then the Marshall instructed one boy to place himself between her legs, and
reaching over with his own hand he guided the stiff little rod to the
entrance of Cleopatra's vagina.  Grabbing the tight little bottom with his
other hand, the Marshall pushed the boy forward, and the eleven year old
midnight dark cock slid right in.  The boy gasped and cried "O!"  Surprise,
delight, and fear mingled on his face.  The Marshall, now with both hands
on the tight, rounded slave boy's bottom, gave a few preliminary back and
forth pushes to the boy, until he took over.  Holding himself up off of
Cleopatra's body with his palms splayed on the bed, his twin brother
looking closely at the proceedings in awe, the boy began pumping back and
forth, a little drop of drool escaping his open, full lips from time to
time.  Cleopatra drew the boy to her, helping him, determined to make his
first experience a good one.

Back and forth, back and forth, and then the intense pleasure of a first
penetration combined with the boy's inexperience and he shuddered mightily,
pushing his groin forward with one hard push, and then collapsed down onto
Cleopatra's brown body beneath him, panting but smiling.  The Marshall
fondled the boy's bottom as he lay there, rubbing the wrinkled anus, his
own mansized rod painfully erect.  As soon as the boy recovered the
Marshall pulled him off.  A thin ribbon of clear liquid trailed from the
still hard little cock into Cleopatra's vagina, evidence that the boy had
managed some kind of ejaculation, if only a little bit and perhaps only of
clear fluid.

The Marshall manhandled the next boy into position.  As before, he seized
the rigid little brown cock and fed it into Cleopatra's vagina, while with
his other hand he grasped the boy's tight, rounded, slab sided bottom and
pushed, then pushed in and out to get the boy going.  This one lay down
flat on Cleopatra, his head barely coming to her breasts if that far, and
wrapping his arms around her torso held on for dear life as he pumped
frantically.  He also ended quickly in a bucking, shivering spasm as he
groaned aloud.  The Marshall gave him a few moments to recover before
pulling him off, now trailing a little more fluid from his rod than had his
brother before him.

And now the Marshal with no further ceremony got into position and entered
Cleopatra, gliding in and out on the thin road of boy semen left by the
slave twins.  In and out, in and out, his eyes showing a sense of purpose,
holding himself up off of her to look down at his red cock going in and out
of the brown body, and then he added his own semen to the boys', gasping
and roaring as he bucked and thrust and emptied himself inside of
her. Finished, he withdrew and dismissed the slaves as he began cleaning
himself.

News of this encounter distressed the entire household, but they could only
wait for the fruition of their plots.  They did not have to wait long.
Scott was actually on watch the next day at the peephole in the Marshall's
office when McGillicuddy was disturbed in some paperwork by the sight of
six lawmen, who had been admitted by Cleopatra. They had astonishing
charges: that the Marshall was harboring a fugitive slave, and had done so
in the past.  The fugitive he now held was alleged to be—none other than
Cleopatra! The lawmen, both state and federal, stood around his desk,
looking at him with a mixture of grim purpose and also doubt.  Could the
charges possibly be true?

The Marshall stared at these lawmen as if they had lost their minds.  In a
rage he drew himself up and declared that he had the paperwork to prove he
was doing no such thing, that he had purchased the woman slave legally.  He
threw open a drawer of his desk and pulled out the bill of sale that Scott
had written for him.  But as his hand drew it from the desk and handed it
to the lawmen, the thin veil of magic that Scott had put over it blew away.
What he ended up handing the lawmen was a poster announcing the escape of a
female slave who answered to the name of Cleopatra and who fit her
description closely.

The astonished lawmen looked at the document, then asked Cleopatra where
she had come from.  She hung her head and mentioned the plantation that had
posted the notice of its loss.  "And are you a fugitive?" one lawman asked
her.  "Yes, Massa, but doan' take it hard on Massa McGillicuddy, he do de
bes' he can and he try to help me get away."  The Marshall was apoplectic
with rage, but the case was ironclad.  The lawmen descended on the desk and
found similar documentation of his harboring of other fugitives, and of
having sent them away on ships—all in the past, of course, so it was too
late to pursue any of them.  The documents had, of course, been secretly
placed there by Cleopatra as part of the plan. The Marshall was led away
cursing and screaming, and Cleopatra was taken to a jail to await her
return to the plantation from which she came.

In all this noise and confusion, Romulus and Remus had hidden in another
room, and went completely unnoticed by the lawmen in charge.  As soon as
they were gone with McGillicuddy and Cleopatra in custody, Zeke and King
rushed over to the Annex to find the boys. They bade them come out of
hiding. Zeke and King also rummaged through the Marshall's desk and found
the bill of sale for the boys, which they took away. Having removed both
the boys and any evidence that they existed, and having done so unobserved,
it was as if the twins could be born anew into the house across Rue
Dauphine.  They were rushed back over to the main house and put under the
immediate care of Sampson, who was closest to their age, and who took them
up to the attic quarters, saw to their needs, and gave them to understand
everything about the peculiar house and its practices.

But now the problem was to rescue Cleopatra. Mama Désirée arrived on
the scene with some other weird women of her acquaintance.  Some powerful
magic was going to be needed.  From her spies she had discovered which jail
Cleopatra was in, but it was only temporary.  Mama Désirée and her
cronies went to the courtyard of the house where they could have access to
the open air and began muttering and humming rhythmically.  The more they
went on with their magic the darker the skies got.  They were calling in a
powerful storm from the Gulf.

At the same time, Scott, Cloud, and King slipped away unobtrusively to the
place where Cleopatra's jail was.  With King in attendance at a horse and
covered wagon, Scott and Cloud lounged unobserved with the jail building in
sight. The wind came up and the rain came down as a strong storm arrived.
Thunder rolled and lightning flashed.  Within a few minutes a bolt of
lightning descended from the skies—as summoned, as planned—and blew
open a wall of the jail with a tremendous crash.  Wasting not a moment,
Scott and Cloud, wielding their rings, rushed in.  It took but a moment to
find Cleopatra, who was a little dazed by the lightning bolt.  They
disguised Cleopatra as a young man and whisked her through the broken wall,
up half and block and into the waiting wagon.  Taking advantage of the
confusion, they had her on the way back to Rue Dauphine before the
authorities could even assess the damage.  Her disappearance would
eventually be put down to her good luck in making yet another escape from
slavery.

Once the storm had cleared the authorities returned to the Annex, and then
to the main house, and spoke with Scott about the situation.  They informed
him that he had lost his tennant, that the Marshall was under indictment.
Scott commiserated with the lawmen, shaking his head and wondering that the
very person charged with discovering the Railroad should prove to be a part
of it.  By the end of that discussion it appeared as if no further
suspicion remained on Scott's household.  Indeed, the authorities now
regarded the Marshall's suspicions as his attempt to deflect attention from
his own illegal activities.  For the moment, that danger had passed.

Back at home, the household held a celebration.  Mama Désirée and her
cronies were there, and the household rejoiced to have everyone back safe
together again.  Mama Désirée again touched the bellies of each of
the pregnant woman and again muttered, "Soon!"  Stories and explanations
were told and repeated.  Romulus and Remus responded when queried, but
mainly they sat quietly and open mouthed (althought they ate a great deal!)
at the spectacle of such an open, diverse, and loving community.

The community dispersed for the night.  Scott went to his bedroom alone,
not really caring whether he had a rare night alone or someone came to
sleep with him.  He had removed his clothes when he turned around and
discovered to his surprise that Sampson had entered the room with the
twins, Romulus and Remus. Sam skipped over to Scott and hugged him
affectionately, while the twins simply gaped at the sight of the naked
white man standing there.  Obviously, they had seen one before—the
Marshall at the very least—but not so casually.  However, it only
confirmed what they had been learning from Sampson and others about how the
people of the house conducted themselves.

"Romulus and Remus here, they want to thank you, Master Scott," said
Sampson.  "I told them about everything here in the house, and how you came
to bring us all together, and...they know you did a lot to rescue them, so
they want to thank you."

"You are both quite welcome," said Scott, taking a deep and sincere bow.
And then one twin walked the few short steps it took to reach him and
seized his hand and looking up at him said, "Masta, we ain' got much to say
thank you with, but...Masta, you want us to pleasure you?  We, uh...we used
to do it fo' Masta McGillicuddy.  It all we got fo' yo, Masta."

Scott was immediately touched, and also troubled.  There was no denying the
attraction of the eleven year old twins.  But on the other hand he did not
want any kind of coercion in their lives any longer, not after their
experience at the Annex, and he worried that they might feel obligated to
offer him their bodies.  On the third hand...he considered that they likely
were very grateful and had only pleasure to offer by way of thanks, and
that one should be careful not to refuse a true gift from the heart.  He
thought for a moment and then sat on the edge of his bed, pulling the
boy...it turned out to be Remus...to sit next to him.  He put his arm
around the eleven year old dark brown boy. His brother Romulus stepped up
to stand just in front of Scott, to be part of the group.

"What a lovely gift, but you know—I want to make sure you understand
this fully—you are under no obligation here, as you were with
McGillicuddy.  You are no longer slaves.  You don't have to do...that...any
longer."

Romulus, standing in front of him, asked simply, "You don' like us, Masta?"

Scott laughed and pulled Romulus toward him to sit on his knee.  "Of course
I like you, and I think you are both beautiful boys.  I just want you to
know that there are many ways you can show appreciation, and you don't have
to do this."

And then Sampson helped out.  "But Master Scott, I think they want to.
They told me.  They didn't like it when the Marshall was rough with them,
but they,,,,they sort of like it.  And they want to do that with you
anyway."  The twins both nodded vigorously.  Scott looked from one to the
other and could see the truth of it in their eyes.  Turning to Sampson he
asked, "Will you join us?" to which the mulatto boy nodded a vigorous yes.
"Alright, clothes off!" he said, and in a moment the three boys were naked.
Scott continued sitting at the edge of the bed, admiring the new arrivals,
the slim brown tubes of the twins' bodies, the full lips and noses, the
crisp dark hair, the curved dark brown tulips of their penises arcing out
beneath a few wiry black hairs.  Scott patted both his knees now, and one
dark brown twin, giggling, slipped up on each knee.

Scott ran both hands gently over the boys' backs, down to their firm,
rounded bottoms, cupping them gently, as he kissed first one boy and then
the other.  This was already a new and more enjoyable experience; the
Marshall had never really kissed them like this, and they were learning the
pleasures of lips covering lips, tongues touching and sliding together.
Scott paused only to kiss Sampson who now stood right in front of him,
sandwiched in between the twins on each of Scott's knees.  The white man's
penis was rising, now sticking up at a 45 degree angle, while the little
midnight brown cock of each twin stood straight up against each boy's
abdomen, and Sampson's medium brown penis was likewise fully rigid now and
sticking straight out.  Sampson grasped each twin's penis and gently pumped
it, while the twins took turns manipulating the mulatto boy's own hard
cock.

All four were breathing heavily when Scott scooted back to lie fully on the
bed, and he bade Sampson to lie next to him in the same way.  One dark
brown twin boy each lay atop them, face to genitals, and sucked the penis
below them, Remus—the one on top of Scott—carefully and with interest
examining the lighter colored turgid penis.  Scott and Sam, for their
parts, used their mouths and hands to suck each boy, to rub their buttocks
and tickle each dark wrinkled anus.

Scott made the decision that oral sex was good enough for the first time,
especially with boys so young, and he knew McGillicuddy had taken both boys
roughly in the anus, so he kept all four in that position, for this first
encounter.  Breathing got heavier and heavier and then first Sampson and
then Scott groaned, cried out, and pushed their pelvises up, their penises
shooting their loads up into the eager mouths of the dark brown boys above
them.  Each twin gulped and gasped but managed to swallow all the semen
they were given.  And then, as the twins were gently sucking dry the white
man and mulatto boy beneath them, each twin came at the same time, moaning
hard as their stiff eleven year old penises shot small squirts down into
the mouths beneath them.  Gasping and shuddering with delight, each twin
held that position as their penises were completely sucked.  And then they
reversed direction and piled in on top of Sampson and Scott.  Stroking and
fondling and cuddling, with the twins sometimes hearing that they had come
home, continued for a while, and then the four drifted off to sleep in a
multicolored tangle of bodies.


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