Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2012 17:38:45 -0500
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Rue Dauphine 21

Rue Dauphine 21
Lance Kyle

After the whole-house sexual romp of the night before, some amount of
sobriety settled on the usually high spirits of the house on Rue Dauphine
the next morning.  The problem remained of how to convey Underground
Railroad fugitives safely, now that the police and federal marshals knew
there was a station somewhere in the neighborhood.  They continued to
grieve for the fugitives who were captured, even if they didn't know them.
Many ideas were passed around, but nothing seemed entirely satisfactory.

Then all of a sudden, Scott had an idea.  Sharing it with the rest of the
people brought bemused but enthusiastic responses.  But he needed to talk
the matter over with Mama Désirée, their co-conspirator.  Scott asked King
if he knew how to invite her to the house.  He thought he might by asking
some friends, and so he did.  That matter on hold until she appeared, the
household went about their business.  Scott and Cloud continued to study
the magic of the rings, and Cloud was proving such a fast learner that he
could now probe the books of magic in the house on his own.  He and Scott
agreed on a division of labor to digest and then share the resources of the
library.  Scott also decided that it was time to show Cloud the secret
cellar library, which he did, making sure Cloud knew which key opened it so
he could gain access on his own if necessary.  They agreed it was best to
keep the library a secret from the others, except King who already knew
about it; a casual comment about it, let slip on the street from one of the
younger people, might bring unwelcome attention from someone who overheard.

A few hours later, Mama Désirée appeared at the door and entered regally
upon admittance.  Scott asked everyone to gather around the dining room
table.  He turned to her.

"I have a solution to our problem," he said.  "I will become a slave
merchant."  Mama Désirée sat stunned for a moment and then rose.  "Have you
gone mad?" she thundered.  "Have you learned nothing?"  Then she noticed
the smiles on the faces around her, and a few giggles from the younger
people, so she sat down to hear the plan.

"How do you hide fugitive slaves?" he asked, rhetorically.  "Why, as
slaves.  Who will think to look for fugitive slaves among people who appear
manifestly to be slaves and under the control of a white man?"  Mama
Désirée grew thoughtful.  Scott continued.  "Here is what I propose: I will
go find the smallest, least prosperous, most ne'er do well slave
establishment I can find, down in that quarter.  I will buy the
establishment.  Any people who are held there we can move to LeRoc's house
across the way, which will help to populate that and give it more of an air
of normalcy.  Of course, we will free them, and if they wish to leave they
may, but as we have found, it may not be so easy to do so."

Mama Désirée nodded.  "Then what?" she asked.

"Then I quite openly meet boats with fugitives and receive the people as if
they were my property.  I take them to the slave establishment for an hour
or so until any police interest has gone away.  Then we bring them here,
again quite openly.  I appear simply to be a white man transporting my
property to a house.  We reverse the process when it is time for them to
escape on a boat."  Scott beamed at his suggestion.

Mama Désirée was thinking deeply.  "But the police often have descriptions
of fugitives and they may recognize them; that is why they were moved
before under cover of night," she said.

"Ah, and that is where some of the powers of the rings become useful, one
of them being the power of concealment and disguise.  Have you forgotten
such a disguise not long ago, ma cherie?" he asked, daring a playful pat on
her arm.  Mama Désirée looked away primly but Scott was sure there was a
slight smile upon her lips; they both knew he referred to the time when,
after making love to her, she was briefly transformed into the appearance
of himself to give LeRoc his comeuppance.

"Ah!" she cried, becoming serious again, "think what that cost you!" she
said.

"But such a radical disguise is not necessary in this case, and can be done
with little effect," he said.  "Years and gray hair may be added to or
taken away from a person.  Women may appear to be pregnant when they are
not, or vice versa.  Just enough to throw off the police."  Mama Désirée
was thinking hard.

"Very well," she said, "but first things first.  Find and purchase the kind
of business you speak of.  Become a slave master again," and here she
smiled ironically.  "Then we will try your experiment once to see how it
fares."

Scott nodded enthusiastically.  "And how may we reach you quickly to tell
how matters progressed?"  He asked.  She smiled sardonically and answered,
"I will know.  I will keep you under observation; all the time for a while.
I have eyes and ears." And here the people of the house could swear they
saw a quick shadow cross the dining room windows, perhaps as of some great
bird flying close by.  Some of them shuddered at it, but Mama Désirée rose
at that point and made her queenly way to the door.  Bidding them farewell,
she entered the street.

A sense of excitement now pervaded the house.  Scott sent James to Madame
L'Enfant's with an urgent request to bring as large a crew as she could and
get the LeRoc house in order.  Scott and King made ready to go out, King to
perform the role of humble slave accompanying his master.  Scott reflected
that it had been some time since he had made his way to the slave merchant
quarter of the city with a sense of eagerness, but he did so now.  Once
there, steeling himself against the misery he knew he would encounter, he
began his search.

Sadly, most of the businesses appeared to be doing quite well.  But tucked
away into one corner of the quarter he found a somewhat dilapidated
building, LeFebvre and Sons, that appeared to be fairly quiet.  He pushed
the door open and entered.  Behind a desk near the door was a very large
white man slumped in a chair, snoring heavily.  The smell of brandy was
heavy in the air and Scott thought he saw a bottle pushed behind some books
on the desk.  Scott gently rapped on the desk and the man awoke, bleary
eyed, and looked around in some confusion.

"Good morning, sir!" Scott said in a pleasant voice, causing the man to
wince.  "Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr. LeFebvre, or one of his
sons?"  The man swayed a bit even on a chair, brought Scott into focus, and
then harrumphed.

"I am the only `son' left," he said, almost in a moan.  "Pere and the other
sons are long gone.  Would you...would you like to purchase some servants?"
he asked, in a voice without hope.  Scott decided to plunge right in.

"Actually, my good man, I have recently acquired some resources, and I am
looking to make an investment.  I am looking to purchase an establishment
just such as yours, as a likely business prospect."  LeFebvre stifled a
barking laugh.  Scott continued.  "Might you be interested in selling this
business?" he asked.

A look of greed--and of the prospect of freedom--crept into the man's
bloodshot eyes.  "I...I might be willing to discuss terms," he said.

"Please show me your establishment," said Scott.  With some effort the man
rose and seized a cane to lean on.  He opened a nearby door, pushed it
open, ushering Scott in, King following.  It appeared as if the room was
most of the actual building except for some utility rooms.  In one corner
were some bales of hay set out as both bed and furniture for slaves.  On
the hay were five people, three men and two women, all in their twenties,
dressed in rags.  They had a hopeless air about them, a hopelessness Scott
thought he could smell in the air, in addition to the dirt and sweat.

"This is it," said LeFebvre in some embarrassment.  "My current stock.
But," he said struggling to force some enthusiasm into what was plainly a
lie, "patrons come here all the time, I expect to move these on directly."
Scott nodded, then asked to return to the entrance room.  There he quickly
offered a sum, LeFebvre countered, Scott had to feign a sudden loss of
interest and turn to go, LeFebvre came in at a more reasonable amount, and
the deal was struck.  Scott announced his intention to bring Lawyer Toogood
there later in the day with papers that would seal the deal, to which
LeFebvre agreed with a palpable sense of relief.  Bidding the slave
merchant good day, Scott and King went directly to the attorney's office to
arrange a time for closing the sale.

In the meantime, Scott and King found a nearby livery stable where he
bought a horse and wagon and made arrangements for them to be kept there.
They shared some lunch outdoors in a park, and Scott purchased a quantity
of food to take back to LeFebvre's.  They returned driving the wagon and
parked it behind the building, then came around front in time to meet
Lawyer Toogood and his assistants on the steps, and entered the office
together.  LeFebvre seemed full of anticipation at the sale of what must
have been a failing business.  He had his belongings packed up in a
tattered valise already.  Scott asked permission to feed the people in the
room next door.  LeFebvre merely waved his assent, and King took the food
in, which the people devoured hungrily.

It took a little while to work through all the papers, which of course
included the sale of the slaves next door, the building, the company itself
and its goodwill (Ha! thought Scott), and all furniture and appurtenances
thereto.  Papers were signed, witnessed, sealed, LeFebvre handed over the
keys with great ceremony, hands were shook all around, and everyone but
Scott and King departed, leaving Scott not only a slaveholder once more but
actually in the business of slaving! Or so it would appear.

Scott asked King to make the wagon ready while he slipped in to talk to the
people he had just purchased.  He assured them there was nothing to fear,
that there would soon be changes in their lives for the better, but first
they must travel to his house.  The five seemed tired and beaten down,
willing to accept any fate, and not to understand the easy, familiar terms
with which this strange white man addressed them.  He learned that none of
them were a couple; all had been sold from their home plantations on the
deaths of their previous owners, torn apart from families and friends.  The
women were named Mary and Elsie.  The men were Adam, Moses, and Peter.

King announced that the wagon was out front, so locking up the building and
loading the people onto it, Scott and King made their way back to Rue
Dauphine.  Turning into the alley they could see the windows had been
thrown open at LeRoc's old house, so evidently Madame L'Enfant and her crew
were busy with their work.  The wagon's cargo was met at the kitchen door
by the whole household, who welcomed them with open arms.  Slowly the
strangeness in that house began to dawn on the new arrivals, as they
observed the easy and equal way in which Scott worked with everyone else,
and they with him.  Food was offered again, which they ate again, evidently
having not been well fed for some time.

Cleopatra took the two women, Mary and Elsie, to the second floor shower
bath, Niobe and Delilah following behind with piles of new clothes to give
to them.  Scott took the three men to the ground floor bath, Cloud
following with new clothing.  The new arrivals eyed Cloud with interest,
but said nothing.  Scott was not going to initiate anything sexual at this
point, but he noticed that the three men were in their twenties, were well
built, all of them very dark, not yet broken down by a lifetime of toil.
They quickly caught on as to how the shower bath worked, and gratefully
cleaned themselves.  But Scott had to catch his breath when Peter turned
his back toward him once and Scott could see plainly the scars of the whip
on his skin.

Scott nudged Cloud to look, who suddenly stared hard at Peter.  Cloud
pushed his way forward and on a pretext of helping him, laid a hand on his
neck.  Cloud seemed to start, but managed a smile.  Stepping back to Scott,
he tugged him into the hallway.

"That one," said Cloud, "that Peter...he is very angry.  Poisonously angry,
toward everyone.  I cannot blame him, he has been hurt," he said.  "I can
see that, poor fellow," said Scott.  "But," continued Cloud, "I don't know
if he can be trusted here.  He has much healing to undergo.  We must be
very careful."  Scott nodded, trying to think what to do.

By the time the new arrivals were clean, twilight was approaching.  It had
been a long day.  Madame L'Enfant knocked on the door to say the LeRoc
house was cleaned.  Scott thanked and paid her, and she left.  He was about
to close the door when Mama Désirée sailed into view.  Inviting her in,
Scott gave her all the news, including Cloud's misgivings about Peter.

Mama Désirée looked thoughtful.  "It happens," she said.  "Send him with
me, I will find a use for him," she said.

"Not as a zombie!" cried Scott.  Mama Désirée huffed dismissively and
lightly slapped him on the arm.  "Indeed not," she said, "but for healing.
You have your arts, I have mine.  We can make him better.  But it may take
a while, and I agree, it is best he not be here at least until he changes,"
she said.  She entered the house and met the new people, sizing each one up
carefully.  Sensing some power, they all became quiet and cowed.  Mama
Désirée stopped in front of Peter after meeting him.

"I think I would like to borrow this fellow to come help me for a little
while," she said, turning to Scott with a barely perceptible wink.  "Can he
come with me, and return at some later date?" she asked.  Scott agreed.
Peter merely looked sullen, but raised no objection.  Mama Désirée turned
to go, Peter following, clutching his new clothing.  Scott whispered in her
ear that he needed Lawyer Beaulieu, with papers of emancipation, and she
agreed to send him for the purpose first thing in the morning.  She left,
her "borrowed" slave following behind her.

Now Scott explained to the four remaining that they were to occupy rooms in
the house across the street, which he owned.  Should anyone knock, they
should direct the person to his house.  Scott explained that what they
needed now was rest, and that he would explain to them more about their
situation in the morning.  Wondering what it could all mean, they
nevertheless nodded agreement.  Scott, Cleopatra, and the girls marched
over to the LeRoc house loaded with food and drink, and lit candles and
lanterns as they entered.  They found four formal bedrooms and announced to
the astonished new arrivals that this is where they would sleep.  It took
some urging to make them understand that they meant it, and the women at
least must have wondered if their white master could come to them in the
night, but they followed orders and made themselves comfortable.  Should
they need anything, they were told, they had but to ring the bell across
the street.  Scott gave them a key and bade them lock the door behind him,
then he and the three females returned to the house.

Back in the house together, everyone gathered for a supper, chatting about
the events of the day.  Then Cleopatra and the girls announced that they
had a variation on last night's full-house sexual adventure.  Once again
they asked Scott to put up a prize, this time of two silver dollars.  Scott
agreed, and after dinner he and the intrigued males followed their leaders
upstairs.

Niobe and Delilah directed everyone to disrobe, which they all did
directly.  They paused for a moment to take in again the beauty of such
different colors, of how the human body is wonderfully made.  Then, seeing
the men and boys' penises begin to rise, Cleopatra took matters in charge.
She and the girls got on their hands and knees on the floor, Delilah at one
end, Niobe in the middle.  This was the game: The males were to stand in
ascending order of age, Sampson first, and for two minutes by the little
hourglass were to insert themselves into the first female and pump, then
move down, the next male taking his place, and so forth.  One silver dollar
would go to the girl or woman who took the most ejaculations, one to the
male who lasted the longest.  Everyone was quite willing, and the men got
in a line.  To tell the truth, they stood a little closer to each other
than was absolutely necessary, King pulling Scott into him with a loose
embrace, Scott doing the same for Cloud, Cloud's dark copper penny penis
sliding up the back of James as he held the chocolate brown boy to him,
arms around his chest.

Sampson, being first, got into position behind his sister and inserted his
medium brown, rigid twelve year old penis, both he and Delilah grunting a
bit, and then he got to work.  He was beginning to breath heavily when
King, holding the hourglass, cried Time!  Sampson immediately shifted over
to Niobe and rammed into her, and set up a furious pumping.  James put
himself into Delilah and, looking over at Sampson's penis going in and out
of the chocolate brown Niobe, matched his rhythm, sliding his purple black
thirteen year old cock in and out of the mulatto girl with great speed.
Time! and Sampson shifted over to his mother and took up a rhythm just as
fast, while James impaled Niobe.  Cloud got on his knees behind Delilah and
sunk his dark copper colored rigid sixteen year old dick into her easily,
as she was well dilated by now.  Just before King called Time! Sampson
came, crying out, grasping his mother's hips with his hands as he slammed
forward once, shooting his small load into her.  Everyone congratulated him
as he withdrew and took the timer from King.

Now it was James in Cleopatra, Cloud in Niobe, and Scott into the mulatto
girl.  Looking at each other, admiring the different colored but equally
rigid cocks sliding in and out of the multicolored backsides in front of
them, they again matched rhythms, buttocks clenching and unclenching as
they pumped back and forth.  Time! cried Sampson, but in a variation, and
because four males were still in play, James swung around to Cleopatra's
head and put his penis in her mouth while Cloud impaled her from
behind. Scott shoved himself into Niobe.  King gently eased himself into
the twelve year old mulatto girl, who moaned, but took it as easily as she
ever had.  King had to hold himself over Delilah, hands on the floor above
her, for otherwise his penis was higher than her vagina.  Time! and he had
to do the same for Niobe.  James slid down to Niobe's face and put his
rigid cock in her willing mouth, Cloud gave his dusky red penis to
Cleopatra to suck, Scott landed himself in Cleopatra and King slid into
Niobe, who also gasped at the size of his enormous member.  Suddenly
Cleopatra moaned loudly, unable to cry out because of Cloud's penis in her
mouth, as she came at the stimulation of Scott's penis.  Sampson had not
quite gotten Time! out of his mouth when James came in Niobe's mouth,
gasping and shuddering, holding her tight cap of crinkly black hair in his
hands.  He was congratulated, and now he withdrew.

Again, Delilah got a break as Cloud gave his sixteen year old penis to
Niobe to suck, Scott gave his swollen rose shaft to Cleopatra to nurse, and
King easily took Cleopatra from behind.  Time! and everyone slid down, now
only sucking and being sucked, Delilah back into action on Cloud's penis.
And then the sixteen year old Indian boy came, shooting his load into
Delilah's mouth, trembling and gasping, then pulling out and tumbling onto
the floor for a moment to catch his breath.  Time! and now only Scott and
King remained, Scott being sucked by Delilah, King by Niobe.  Time! and
Scott came around to impale Delilah again while King took her from in
front.

One minute into it and Delilah came, squealing in ecstasy around the load
of King's penis in her mouth.  It pushed Scott over the edge, her twelve
year old vagina jerking and contracting on his penis, and he came as well,
looking directly at King's massive muscled body as he slammed forward into
the mulatto girl.  It was all up to King now.  Once again he eased into
Delilah and pumped, once again in Niobe.  No sooner was he into the
fourteen year old dark chocolate girl than she came, gasping and
shuddering.  King stood the course, pumped and pumped, then into
Cleopatra--and came with a roar, slamming forward and bucking three times
before he rolled to the side in exhaustion.

Everyone rolled into a loving tangle, laughing, panting, rubbing, kissing.
Someone tried to total the score: two ejaculations received, front or back,
each for Delilah and Cleopatra, and King won the dollar for the males!  It
was so lovely to be in the tangle that it seemed too bad to break it up, so
James and Delilah ran to get blankets and lots of pillows, and the group
made their bed on the floor in a rainbow tangle of loving bodies.

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