Terrebonne Parish 4

Only a week passed before Helen Bourdeaux revealed her intentions for the slaves of Bonne Fleur Estate. Regine shared the news with everyone at breakfast the next morning.

"Aw hell... what now...?" Cleo said aloud knowing her friend's expressions and mannerisms.

Everyone became silent as Regine stood up at the far end of the table.

"Missus Helen is fixin' to throw a party..." she began after a long deep sigh.

This announcement drew moans and swears from the older slaves who had endured several of Helen's parties. These affairs usually turned into wild sex orgies where her guests indulged their base desires at the slaves' expense.

Oliver and Sam pulled Beau aside as they were clearing the table afterwards.

"You bes' be ready fo' 'em..." Sam whispered so the women didn't hear. "Since you the new nigga, them white folks gon' pay you some extra spec'al attention...!"

"Las' time..." Oliver added. "One of them white men... touched... an' sucked on our... things... like the women folks does..."

Beau shuddered. He'd known and witnessed male slaves at Southdown who had a preference for other men. Although he considered a few of them friends he had to admit that they sometimes made him feel uneasy. The thought that a white man, who had far more control and power than a slave, would approach him in that manner truly frightened him.

As the date of the party drew closer, the grumbling and unease from the slaves of Bonne Fleur also grew. This didn't go unnoticed by Mistress Helen, who occasionally eavesdropped on her kitchen slaves. One afternoon she overheard Venus and Sam discussing their doubts and concerns. Her party was only days away and her reputation for throwing such memorable affairs was now at stake. She needed her slaves to not be disruptive to her plans.

She instructed Regine to gather everyone in front of the Big House the following afternoon.

"I understand that you all might be having... concerns and unease... towards the upcoming gathering for my friends." She said to them standing on the front steps of Bonne Fleur. "Some of you all might be of the mind that I will let things get out of hand... that I won't look out for y'all..."

"Well, haven't I always took good care of y'all...?" she continued. "I mean, I don't think no other niggras in all of Terrabonne Parish get treated and looked after as well as you all do... I mean, I don't believe in beatings... I don't work you in the fields... and you all gets more sensual pleasures than anyone I can imagine..."

"I assure you... that we all will take delight in what I have planned... you all will... especially... be pleased." She smiled at their blank expressions. "Therefore, as your mistress... I expect... no... I demand... that you all will do your best to see that it is a success, and that my reputation, and the reputation of Bonne Fleur will be upheld..." she concluded. "I know that you all will make me proud, won't you...?"

"Yes, Missus..." they all responded, although most of them suppressed the urge to curse.

"Y'all gon' an' git back to work..." Regine said to them when Helen nodded and turned back to the house.

Although their concerns hadn't changed, they all made note not to discuss their displeasure as openly as before. Helen heard no more grumblings.

The guests began to arrive the morning of the event. Regine and the older slaves noticed that there were only 4 this time - three women and one man. This was much different than previous parties where the invitees usually numbered 8 or more and at least half were men. Regine, Ellamae and Eliza tended to the them until they were dismissed to prepare themselves for the festivities.

There was very little conversation during supper that evening.

"I see Missus Becky-Anne is here... ag'in..." Cleo said breaking the silence; her comment was directed towards Samuel. "I reckons that white woman prob'ly still sweet on you, Sammy... she fin'ta be all ova' you t'night...."

Sam rolled his eyes; Oliver and Regine suppressed their amusement.

"You bes' ta have some mo' then..." Ellamae added, refilling his cup with beet and melon juice.

The entire group, including Sam, then began to laugh. It helped to lighten their moods and eased some of the tension.

"Y'all gon' an' git washed up an' meet me in the kitchen jus' afta' sundown..." Regine told them as they began to clear the table.

Beau went back to his cabin, washed and put on his clean shirt and breeches. He watched the sunset as he waited for the other cabin dwellers, and together they walked up to the rear of the Big House. Although nervous about what he might encounter or be made to do that evening, being with all of them made him feel slightly less so.

Regine met them at the door and they proceeded to the lower level.

"Change yo' clothes an' then we can all go up..." she told them in the narrow hallway.

Oliver went to Sam's room, Ellamae and Eliza to Venus', while Beau and Cleo followed Regine. They stripped from their clothes and each of them donned a thigh-length linen shift, then followed Regine up to the main level and waited at the door of the same small ballroom where Beau was brought on his first day.

"Missus...?" Regine knocked and announced them before they entered. "We's all here..."

"Please enter...!" Helen's voice replied from within.

Regine led them in single file, Beau was last. Once inside they stood side-by-side facing Helen and her guests. The room was lit by several lanterns. It was late June and the screened-windows were open to allow a breeze to flow through.

There were several more furniture pieces in the room this time, where the guests sat and lounged as they sipped glasses of wine or champagne. The slaves took note that Missus Helen wore her favorite black, sheer gown. Her guests were similarly adorned in robes or loose silk and linen frocks.

"I think the festivities can now begin...!" Helen announced, followed by applause from each of her guests.

She then proceeded to introduce each of her slaves.

"I do hope you haven't forgotten me, Samuel..." Becky-Anne giggled when he was introduced.

"'Course not, Miss Becky-Anne..." Sam grinned through clenched teeth. "I's powerful happy to see you... ag'in..."

Then Helen did something that Regine and the older slaves found - "odd" - she next introduced her guests - to them. It was quite normal that they would never learn the names of the white people they were forced to service and accommodate.

"Most of you already know my dear friend, Miss Becky-Anne Doucet, from New Orleans...", the thick-set, middle-aged blonde waved at them and continued to giggle girlishly and make eyes at Sam. The older slaves often referred to her as "that silly-ass white lady"; she especially annoyed Cleo who had developed a particular dislike of her. She was the most frequent party guest at Bonne Fleur, and the only returning guest that evening.

"... her step-son, Henri...", was also blonde, tall and thin, and appeared to be about Beau's age. Becky-Anne had demanded that he accompany her. He had a nervous, almost frightened expression, conveying that he was not exactly comfortable being there.

"My dear friend, Miss Jennifer Smith, from Arkansas...", was a tall, slender brunette, with short, curly hair. She lounged on a chaise, with her pale thighs and bare feet fully exposed. Helen had befriended her after learning they had something in common: insatiable appetites. She smiled hungrily at each of the slaves, especially Beau and the younger girls.

"And my dear childhood friend, Vera Blanchette... also from New Orleans." The slaves (and guests too) all couldn't help but notice that the short, chubby, freckled, red-head bore an uncanny physical resemblance to Venus. They were "twins" separated only by race and age.

"Please, take your leave to get better acquainted with my niggers." Helen concluded.

The guests, except for Henri, proceeded to mingle amongst the slaves, inspecting, touching, even fondling them. Becky-Anne went directly to Sam, and as Cleo predicted - "was all ova' him". She even occasionally took notice of and paid equal attention to Oliver.

Vera focused on Venus, completely fascinated with the young slave. Without a doubt she was also keen to their 'physical similarities'.

"Come with me, girl..." Vera finally smiled and took Venus' hand. She led her over to a corner and poured her a glass of champagne. The two of them giggled and drank; Vera had found her "new favorite toy" for the evening.

"So tell me..." Jennifer Smith asked Beau as she ran a finger along his shoulder and bicep. "How long have you been at Bonne Fleur...?"

"N-not that long, Miss Jennifer..." he stammered. "Missus Helen... she-she brung me ova' from Southdown... a while back..."

"Southdown you say..." she smiled closer to him than he would have liked. "I know it well... I'm surprised that Mr. William Minor would have parted with such a fine specimen as you... and please, I like to be called Jenny..."

"Th-thank you... Miss Jenny..." he replied.

Her hand was now firmly pressed against the lower part of his stomach. She admired his firm muscles, just inches above his cock, which began to twitch and grow beneath his shift.

"Well, I declare... I think you like me...!" Jennifer exclaimed taking great delight in his growing bulge. "Is it true... do you find me attractive, Beau...?"

"Y-yessam..." he answered. He made eye-contact with Regine, who slowly nodded in response.

"I'd like to start with this one...!" Jennifer announced to Helen as if she'd just chosen a new bonnet or a ripe piece of fruit.

"Jenny my dear, you have made an excellent choice..." Helen smiled. "Although new to my estate, Beau here is already one of my finest niggers..."

Helen called Regine over and whispered into her ear.

"In fact..." she continued. "Beau revealed some special talents to me recently that I feel obligated to proudly share with every willing white woman I know..."

"Do tell, Helen... do tell..." Jennifer inquired excitedly.

Regine returned with armfuls of silk scarves.

"It won't do any good to tell you, Jenny..." Helen assured her. "You must experience it fully on your own."

"Well then..." Jennifer conceded, "I humbly and completely submit myself... as a willing white woman..."

"You will not regret it, my dear." Helen assured and led her to the column that stood in the center of the room. She removed Jennifer's robe, revealing that the slender woman wore only a strapless, black bustier that barely held her ample breasts.

"I like this more and more already..." Jennifer laughed, proud to expose herself to the room.

Helen then instructed Regine to blindfold her and bind her wrists with the scarves. When that was done she stood against the column and her arms were raised above her head. Her wrists were secured to a metal post ring that Helen had instructed Oliver to install days before.

"That's what that mutha'fucka was fo'...?" Oliver whispered to himself at the revelation.

Helen gathered Regine, Beau, Ellamae and Eliza together.

"I want y'all to tease and pleasure that white woman in any way you can imagine..." she said to them. "I want y'all to make her scream... and beg you for more... or beg you to stop..."

The three younger slaves froze - surprised and uncertain of what they were hearing. They looked to Regine who seemed just as puzzled.

"Do to her, what you did to me, Beau..." Helen added smiling at him. "And make her love every moment..."

Beau and Regine then smiled at each other as they realized what was being asked. Apparently Missus Helen had enjoyed their previous encounter much more than they realized.

"Girls... follow his lead..." Regine told Ellamae and Eliza.

Beau approached Jennifer as she twitched and twisted against the column.

"C'mon now, y'all..." she moaned wearing a sly grin. "This white woman has needs... don't make me wait too long..."

Beau knelt in front of her and began kissing her thighs.

"Oh my..." Jennifer's grin broadened. "Is that you, Beau...?"

His kisses soon reached her patch of dark, curly hair and between her labia.

"Oh my... I...-gasp-... never knew... that niggers knew how to...-gasp-...", her moans turned to squeals.

Ellamae and Eliza joined in - each teasing and sucking at her breasts. Jennifer's outbursts grew even louder.

Becky-Anne and Henri drew closer to watch. Both were surprised to be so intrigued and titillated at seeing a white woman submitting to and controlled by three black slaves. They wondered if they were capable of enduring the same.

"Now we can't just let Jenny, Beau and the girls be the only ones having all the fun tonight, can we...?" Helen said to both guests and slaves.

"You don't have to tell me twice...!" Becky-Anne giggled taking scarves from Regine and handing them to Samuel. "I'm sure that we can think of something on our own..."

She took his hand and led him towards the door. Sam nodded at Oliver to follow, and the three of them left the room.

"And what about you, Mr. Doucet...?" Helen asked Henri, noticing how intensely he watched the scene in front of him.

"M-me...?" Henri stammered. The young man almost jumped out of his skin at suddenly being made the center of attention. "Well, I..."

"I'm sure that my Cleo here would be more than happy to take care of you..." Helen cut him off.

The look in Cleo's eyes frightened him even more as she stepped forward.

"I's gon' take real good care o' you... Massa Henri..." she grinned, taking scarves and literally dragging him over to the far corner by his arm.

Helen slowly followed them at a distance. She settled into her favorite arm chair, her 'throne', where she could observe all. She poured herself another glass of wine and took delight in the mischief she was creating.

Henri, being a naturally timid and inexperienced young man, was too shocked to react or resist to whatever Cleo intended. She smiled at him, in a way that made his loins stir, before she removed her shift and tossed it aside. He was transfixed by her firm breasts and long muscular arms and legs. Cleo then removed his robe, bound his hands behind him, and forced him onto his knees.

"So tell me...'Massa'..." she snarled into his ear. "Is you still a virgin...?"

"I-I've been with a woman... once..." he stammered as his heart pounded. "My-my stepmother took me to... a-a brothel... last year... in-in New Orleans... for my 20th birthday..."

"Well now... that was right sweet o' Momma Becky-Anne..." she laughed as she teased and tugged at his curly blonde hair. "So I suppose it was a white woman you had... right?"

"Y-yes..." he answered.

"Well then..." she went on, easily and thoroughly enjoying the role she was instructed to play. "I bes' ta warn ya... if'n you gits you some nigga pussy...'spec'ally THIS nigga pussy... it's fin'ta ruin you fo' white pussy fo' the resta' yo' days..."

Cleo pulled his head forward, planting his face into her mound, smothering him with her sweat and scent. Henri struggled to breathe.

"See..." she went on grinding into his face. "I can already tell you wants it..."

Henri continued to gasp and struggle for air before she finally released him.

"I'm not too sure I should... give you some..." she said crouching and teasing his cock through his bloomers. "Nigga pussy prob'ly gon' be a might too much fo' a fine, young white man like you to handle..."

"I can... I-I can... handle it..." Henri moaned and begged as his manhood swelled. "Please... oh please... I want some nigger pussy... oh please... I want YOUR nigger pussy..."

"I jus' don't know..." Cleo continued to taught and tease.

She undid the buttons of his underwear and pulled his cock through the hole, stroking the shaft.

"Please... I want YOUR nig-..." he started to say, before Cleo stood and smothered him again.

"If'n I do..." she smiled, spreading herself against his lips until she felt his tongue, "you needs to git it good an' ready first...!"

Cleo humped and grinded against Henri's face, hard and long, determined to get as much out of him while she could.

"Give me what I needs, white boy...!" Cleo moaned, intending that Henri would make up for all the white men she'd been forced to submit to since her time at Bonne Fleur.

Henri, in turn, was confused and frightened, but extremely turned on. He wanted nothing more than to please this crude, surprisingly strong, aggressive slave woman. He found her scent, taste and manner to be intoxicating - he craved her, he craved her nigger pussy. His head swan and his cock ached and throbbed.

Cleo used him to achieve two orgasms - but she was just getting started.

"Whatchu' think...'bout nigga pussy, now...?" she panted, stumbling on unsteady legs backwards onto a chair.

"Please... Miss Cleo... please..." he moaned. "Don't stop..."

She smiled at the skinny, white man on his knees and helpless for the moment. His face was covered in sweat and her juice, and his rock-hard, cock twitched as pre-cum oozed from the tip.

"Bet you wants me to play wit' this... li'l thing..." Cleo taunted. She extended her feet and teased his cock with her toes.

"Omilord..." Henri groaned and slowly thrusts his hips. The contact of her flesh against his manhood felt amazing.

"Ifn' you spill yo' seed on my feet..." Cleo giggled and warned. "I'ma make you lick it off..."

Henri tried his best to hold back, but his cock betrayed him. He shot several streams of semen onto her ankles, feet and toes.

"Aww... looki-here..." Cleo chided him over the sticky mess. "You don' gon' an' don' it now..."

Henri trembled, trying to catch his breath and maintain his balance.

"Bend ova' an' stick out yo' tongue..." Cleo told him.

He looked like he might cry, but he did as she ordered, and she inserted her cum-covered toes into his mouth.

"Don' miss none..." she warned again as Henri proceeded to suck and lick her foot.

"How is everything over there...?" Helen inquired from her 'throne'. She had witnessed and been titillated by the entire ordeal.

"We jus' fine, Missus..." Cleo assured her. "Massa Henri an' me... doin' jus' fine..."

Henri could only moan his agreement, as he tried to concentrate on cleaning Cleo's feet. He could already feel himself getting hard again.

"Oh my sweet Lord... yes...!" Jennifer screamed.

Against the column Beau was fucking Jenny Smith - hard. He held her ankles against his shoulders, her legs were raised and spread wide, her wrists were still bound to the column.

"Fuck her, Beau..." Eliza encouraged. "Fuck this fine white lady like she need ta' be fucked..."

"You ain't gon' forget this fuckin'... is you Miss Jenny...?" Ellamae added, standing at her side and fondling Jennifer's breast.

"Fuck... me..." Jennifer panted as he pounded her. She was moments away from a toe-curling orgasm.

"Oh... she won't forget..." Helen said as she watched and sipped her wine.

Behind her, Vera and Venus had moved their getting acquainted to the next phase. Helen always liked to invite an 'odd-ball', 'fish out of water' like Vera to her affairs. They never failed to surprise her.

She'd never known that her oldest friend had a sexual preference for women, let alone slaves.

Vera and Venus were both naked on the chaise.

Vera Blanchette was a spinster, she didn't own slaves and spent most of her life hiding her sexual orientation. It was people like Helen, and affairs like this one, that would allow her to discretely give in to her indulgences.

"You got just the sweetest, softest nigger-titties, I have ever seen..." Vera said fascinated by Venus' breasts. "I swear they looks like big-ol' chocolate bon-bons..."

"Well... thank you, kindly... Miss Vera..." Venus replied.

"And I bet they taste just as sweet..." Vera added as she began licking and sucking her nipples.

"Ooooh, Miss Vera... suck 'em... you suck 'em so good...!" Venus moaned, poking out her chest and enjoying the older woman's attention.

Vera pushed her hand between the young girl's thick thighs and inserted fingers into her. Venus shifted her hips and spread her legs wider.

"Have you ever had a woman lick you... down here...?" Vera asked with two fingers twisting inside her.

"Yessam...-gasp-..." Venus panted. "Jus' not no white woman..."

Venus took that as a hint and laid back into the chaise. Vera lowered her face and pressed her mouth and tongue into the young, black woman's hairy pussy.

"Oh yes..." Venus moaned and firmly held the older woman's head in place. "Lick me..."

Helen finished another glass of wine, rose and strode around the room getting a closer look at all that was occurring. Cleo continued to taunt and tease Henri; she was now finger-fucking his ass. Vera was still locked between Venus' thighs. Beau, Ellamae, Eliza, and now Regine, were giving Jenny all she could handle and more.

It was just past midnight.

"I wonder what Becky-Anne has been up to...?" she thought before turning to the door. Helen had taken no more than two steps into the hallway before she heard her friend and her slaves in the sitting room.

"Oh my... Miss Becky..." she marveled watching from the entry.

Becky-Anne was also blindfolded with her hands tied behind her while kneeling on Helen's favorite ottoman. Sam held her hips and fucked her from behind, while Oliver held her head and fucked her mouth from the front.

"It only makes sense that she should be spit roasted..." Helen mused and giggled to herself. "The woman can be such a pig sometimes..."

She entered the room and stood next to them. Oliver and Sam both smiled and nodded at her but neither broke stride.

"I do hope you are enjoying yourself, Becky-Anne..." Helen said, watching her friend's large breasts and belly jiggle and sway beneath her. "Sam and Oliver are going to great lengths to ensure that you are pleasured and satisfied this evening... aren't you, boys...?"

"Yessam, Missus Helen..." they replied in unison. Neither of them seemed to have broken more than a mild sweat.

Becky-Anne could only moan and gag in reply. She was soaked, curls of blonde hair stuck to her face and neck, and the rouge and eye-shadow she wore was smeared and running. Helen figured that her friend had more than met her match. She may have been able to manage Sam alone (as she'd done before), but not both men.

"I think Miss Becky-Anne has endured enough for this evening..." she said to Sam and Oliver.

Slowly, both men withdrew, removed her bonds and blindfold, and helped her onto the settee.

"I'm... I'm... not -pant-... finished with... these boys... yet..." Becky-Anne croaked with a frail, raw voice. She could barely open her eyes or raise her arms.

"I think you need to give poor Sam here a little break..." Helen said, speaking to her friend as if she were chastising a small child. "You might just wear him out..."

She turned to smile at Sam, who smiled back and nodded. He was the first slave she'd purchased with her late father's money. She'd owned the short, barrel-chested, black man for more than 20-years. Looking down at his short, thick erection she realized that she had never fucked him.

"Get Miss Becky-Anne settled in her room..." she instructed him. "And then come to my bedroom afterwards... I'll gladly finish what she couldn't..."

"Yessam..." Sam nodded. The thickly-muscled slave easily picked Becky-Anne up into his arms and carried her up the stairs.

"Tell the others to tend to the guests... get them settled in their beds... I think this party is over..." Helen said to Oliver, looking at the tall, bald, slender man's long cock. "... and then I'd like for you to visit my bed as well..."

It had been a while, but she'd had him a few times and looked forward to having him again. She watched his muscular ass and back as he returned to the ballroom, and then Helen went up to her bedroom to wait for Sam and Oliver.

While the other slaves tended to the guests, Regine, Beau and Cleo lingered in the ballroom. They shared a bottle of champagne.

"I think I had fun wit' that white boy..." Cleo announced thoughtfully.

"First time fo' ev'rything, I reckons..." Regine added.

They took a few minutes to gather empty bottles, glasses and discarded clothing.

"Well... I'm gon' to bed..." Regine said, standing and stretching. She turned to Beau. "You comin'...?"

Beau smiled, took another swig of champagne and passed the bottle to Cleo.

"You welcome to join us..." Regine then said.

Her friend took a final drink and followed.

"Don't think I's gon' be easy on you..." Cleo said catching up to her at the door.

Regine kissed her.

"I hope not..." she replied and they went to her room.