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By Don Juan Amante
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Rated "R" by the Author.
Who Was The Master, Who Was The Slave?
By Don Juan Amante
In the year 1508 I was only a young man, of 14 summers. The fuzz like that of a peach had just begun to spread its carpet of maturity upon my bronzed face when the Spaniards led by Ponce de Leon invaded our peaceful country.
My people had been there from antiquity living in tranquility and joy. The Taino, were a beautiful people, bronze skin, dark eyes and coarse, flowing dark hair. Even though we built impressive structures, had a religious belief system and knew much about farming and survival on the land, the Spaniards called us savages. We were, however, civilized enough that women and man alike wore no clothing, our bare skin caressed by the gentle sun and salt breezes. There was no fear of our women being ravished, until the strangers came to our shores and took all that they wanted, including both men and women, who were captured as slaves. We had no weapons to match those of our oppressors and were easy prey for them. So terrible were those times that many of my people ran into the rain forest of our tropical island of “Borikén” called by the Spaniards, “San Juan Bautista”. To escape certain capture and the degradation of servitude they killed themselves there in the wilderness.
I was the first son of my father’s favorite wife. My Father was the cacique or chief of our village so as was the custom of the invaders to crush the leadership first, my family was taken captive. We were reduced to slaves in the house of Don Alonzo Benitez who was an important man of the Spaniards. I was very large among my people who were usually not big built. I was forced to work in the fields and do the heaviest work of the household. My Taino name was changed to Juan simply to make it easier for my master, his household and guests to pronounce it. My Father had been a powerful chief. He had 15 wives and 52 children. 28 of them were daughters of such beauty that all of them were sold as wives by Don Alonzo to Spanish men who settled and remained on San Juan Bautista. My brothers and I became slaves to Don Alonzo. Only one of my older half brothers escaped into the rain forest and my parents both were executed.
Making the transition from prince to pauper-slave was not easy for me. I am not a compliant man. I am a man of pride and determination and looking back I wonder how I escaped being beaten more often than I was, or even executed for my stubbornness. I learned Espanola quickly for I knew that I must to survive or perhaps to find a means of escape. One of the old overseers saw my desire to learn the language, took pity on me and taught me.
The days were long and exhausting, work in the fields was from dawn to dusk and it was backbreaking. There was, however, a small bright spot in my world….Dona Christina Benitez who was the nubile daughter of my master and who often cast long looks in my direction. These looks became a regular occurrence when I was returning from the fields bare chested, my hard, bronze muscles glistening with sweat and my long black hair tied back with a cotton string. She would sit at the gate and watch and sometimes she would covertly press a package of bread into my hand as I passed.
“Take this Juan, I know you must be hungry.” she would whisper then quickly lower her olive-green eyes when the defiant gaze of my onyx ones met them.
She was a thing of beauty with her long, reddish-brown curls, tiny, corseted waist and budding breasts that playfully peeped at me over her tight fitting bodice. Her scent was like flowers mingled with a distinctive musky fragrance that an inexperienced boy was aroused by but didn’t realize why. I admired her and hated her all at the same time. I admired her beauty, her generosity but I hated her because of what had happened to my people and my family. I despised her because her family owned me like a common dog or cooking pot.
Four years of slavery passed, each as miserable as the one before it. I had become a man, except for experiencing the intimacy of a woman and Dona Christina had blossomed into a woman. She was even more beautiful in her maturity and that same floral, musky scent lingered around her and aroused me each time she passed by or waited by the gate to hand me the little sack of bread. I had learned much in five years one day I found the courage to ask Julio, another of Don Alonzo’s older Taino slaves about the fragrance of a woman.
“You’ve never had a woman yet Juan?”
“What do you mean had a woman Julio?”
“You’ve never touched one on her breasts or between her thighs. You’ve never had your cock in one yet?”
“No, is that what I’m supposed to do with it?”
He threw back his head and laughed loudly.
“Why do you think the thing gets so hard and rises up when a woman you like to look at is near? Of course that’s what you’re supposed to do with it and once you do you will want to do it again and yet again. That fragrance you smell is her quim, her womanhood. It has its own unique scent and taste too. Juan there is nothing else on earth that tastes like it, there is nothing like having a woman thrash and buck in your face, scream and beg you not to stop while her hot juices run down your face and beard. It’s almost better than thrusting in and out of her with your hard rod. Once you’ve feasted on and fucked a good juicy woman you will never get enough.”
His words stayed with me and made me wonder what I was missing. I especially thought of them when Dona Christina was near. She still stared at me, smiled at me, I knew she was attracted to me and would most likely give in to my advances. I had some very stimulating thoughts about the two of us together but did I want to act on my thoughts? I mused about if it should be an act of love or an act of defiance and dominance. The master’s daughter, deflowered by a slave….ruined as a virgin for the wealthy, prominent husband Don Alonzo had already arranged for her to marry? It would be sweet revenge indeed but if I dared to do it I would have to have an escape plan. If it was discovered that I had debauched his daughter Don Alonzo would surely kill me with his own hands.
As I came in from the fields one day it was not Dona Christina who waited for me by the gate but Senora Calita Benetiz, the wife of Don Alonzo. She leaned seductively against a stone pillar. She was a woman of beauty and sexual power. Her face was beginning to show her years but her body was still curvaceous and alluring. Her black hair was unbound and fell in waves to her waist. Her tight bodice revealed the outline of her voluptuous breasts and one side was carelessly pulled so low over the breast that the top of the embossed darkness was in full display. Her dark-brown eyes glowed with a savage inner fire as they gazed boldly into mine. Just that look from her caused a reaction of arousal and my thoughts lingered on Julio’s words about women and the pleasures they afforded. As the other slaves passed by, her hand reached out and grasped my forearm holding it tightly until all the other men had made their way beyond us.
“I’ve been waiting for you Juan.” She whispered in a voice that dripped the honey of pure sensuality. “I’ve been watching you for months. The way the sun makes the highlights in your hair and beard look almost blue, the way the sweat glistens on that muscular, bronze chest, the way you tower over the other men. Your size is very attractive to me as well as your beauty of face. I like big men, with big cocks to satisfy my big passion. Come with me.”
I hesitated and stood immovable for a moment as she tugged on the rope that held up my lower garment trying to make me follow her.
“Senora you are a beautiful woman but you are the Master’s wife. I value my life, miserable as it is. I do not want to die Mistress. Let me go and no one will ever know of this, you have my promise.”
A low guttural laugh escaped her exquisite slender throat, “I have your promise? Why you ignorant slave, do you really think Don Alonzo cares who comes to my bed? I am only an object to him, an object to be forgotten until the next time he wants to pick it up, fondle and admire it. He has no concern who I dally with as long as I keep it secret from the household. You are right he would kill you but not because of love, for pride he would draw and quarter you and feed you to those disgusting, howling hounds of his. Come with me now and it will be worth dying for.”
I felt my face redden with desire and awkwardness as she looked at me in a way no woman had before. Her eyes ablaze with animal passion as her tongue leisurely slid over the pout of her bottom lip. Her full breasts were moved up and down seductively as her breath can in deep sighs. She reached up and pulled the drooping edge of her bodice down fully exposing one breast to my sight. A small moan escaped me as I felt my manhood harden like stone. I remembered how our native women’s breasts had looked but they did not affect me this way. They were just a part of life and nature, this was raw sexuality.
“Do you like this?” she asked as she lifted her breast toward me then her hand reached out and firmly grasped my hard member though the cotton britches, “because I like that giant stalk and I intend to have it firmly planted in my garden tonight.”
My breath caught in my throat. I trembled and was speechless.
She smirked and said, “You’re a virgin aren’t you Juan. How rich… you’re a virgin and I get to break you in. Oh this is more delicious than I had expected! I will be the first to ride your bronze stallion. I will ride him all night so hard he will lay down and need a long rest afterwards. Now come with me or I’ll have you drawn and quartered myself.”
She grasped the rope that held up my britches and pulled me into a back door and up the stairs into a long hallway.
There was a feminine figure standing at window just as we entered the passageway and she turned to look at us. She looked into my eyes with shock and anger. It was an expression I had never seen in Dona Christina’s eyes before. Gold fire mingled with the deep olive green and leapt out as though it would devour me with hate. I was afraid that since she was so angry to have seen me with Senora Calita she would tell her father. I had seen the gelding of the horses and how their bloody balls were thrown to the large hounds and devoured like canine delicacies. I had no desire to have mine fed to them by Don Alonzo. Senora Carlita continued to drag me down the hallway into her private bedchamber and after we entered she bolted the door.
“Senora, your daughter has seen us. She will tell her father.”
“That little piece of dung? She’s not my daughter. She’s the whelp of Alonzo’s first wife who died in childbirth. She knows better than to say anything. I could make her life very unpleasant if I chose to. Now my handsome stallion, sit here.” she said as she pointed to a sturdy, armless, wood chair.
I did as I was told and awaited my fate. She walked behind me and lightly kissed the side of my neck before untying the cotton string that held back my shoulder-length, black hair. She stroked it and entangled her fingers in it briefly.
“Mmmm you smell manly but a little too sweaty for my taste. We will remedy that, stand up Juan,” she said as she untied the rope around my waist and pulled down the cotton britches around my ankles.
“Step out of them you fool,” she commanded. Slaves were not given under garments so I stood before her totally naked and embarrassed by the way my hard cock wanted to stand straight up. She sighed deeply as her eyes took in all of my body, especially the part between my thighs.
“Great God, you are hung like a horse my rugged, pretty-faced boy!” she said as her hand reached out and squeezed my balls firmly. “Now get into this tub and we will wash your sweat off, but not too well. I like the smell of a man’s sweat but not mixed with the dirt of the field.”
I stepped into the tepid water of her tub which was scented with some kind of spicy oil more of which she poured over my head and my shoulders before lathering me all over with Castile soap.
“Now Juan, you are presentable to ravish a Lady.” She said as I stepped out of the tub into a large drying sheet. “Dry yourself and sit back here on the chair,” she commanded. “Spread your thighs and let me watch your pleasure as I disrobe. I am going to show you every way to pleasure a woman. Every touch. every kiss, the way to suck. lick and probe all the places that make her come alive with passion. How to use your tongue to drive her to insanity and how to ram your manhood into her until you are her master of pleasure and she cannot live without your attentions.”
I watched anxiously as she untied and loosened her laces. Each piece of clothing she discarded revealed to me more of her voluptuous body and excited me more. My manhood was now rock hard and pulsing. She teased me in unimaginable ways, first with bold revelations of every angle of naked feminine flesh. She bent forward and wiggled her shoulders causing her breasts to bounce in the most sensual way. She turned her back to me and bent over from the waist until I was crazy with desire to push my cock into her cave of love. She laid down on the floor right in front of my feet and bent her knees up and spread her feet far apart, taking her fingers and pushing apart her outer and inner lips, revealing to me the very entrance of a carnal heaven. Her fingers reached down between her thighs and dipped into her honey then she stood and commanded me to clean her fingers with my tongue. Her scent and taste was enough to drive a man to distraction with wanting more. Then the touches began, tormenting touches of fire all over my body, kisses that awakened the animal sleeping deep in the mind of an inexperienced boy.
She had promised to show me all the ways of lust and she was true to her word. She educated me that night, all night, to the pleasures between woman and man. She taught me every method to bring a woman to her climax and every position to take her in. She rode me so hard that I was sore and exhausted the next morning. I had entered her bedchamber a scared virgin of a boy and left it a powerful, sexual animal of a man. Julio was right, now that I had tasted the delights of woman, I knew I would never get enough of tasting them again and again. At dawn as I walked down the hallway to go to work again in the fields my mind returned to Dona Christina and just the thought of her made me moan out my desire to have her, as I had Senora Carlita the night before. I vowed to myself that Christina would be mine before the day was over.
When I returned from the fields at sunset Dona Christina was at the gate. The setting sun caused the red highlights of her hair to burst with color and her bronze skin to take on a rosy cast like the flush of a woman’s skin who is aroused for a man. Her bosom was no longer just pert and nubile, it was full and as voluptuous as Senora Carlita’s yet younger, firmer and set so high that half of the round circle of her breasts showed above her bodice. Mmmm that floral and musk scent that followed her was still apparent and this time my reaction was instant and hard. He olive eyes looked deeply into my black ones with such distain and hate as I have never seen in a woman, before or since. There was no package of bread in her hand and when I was almost past, her hand reached out and grasped my arm.
Her voice had a tremor of fear and rage in it when she said, “Come with me Slave, you have work to do tonight.”
I followed her though the gate and down the stone stairs into a dark chamber that smelled of mildew. She lit one candle and set it on a sea chest in the middle of the room. It apparently had been a wine cellar at one time, the racks were still there but there was dust and mildew everywhere.
“This is your task tonight, Clean this old wine cellar. I want it spotless by dawn.” she said with the edge of anger dominating her voice. “If I find any dust or mildew here I will have you whipped.”
I realized that this was her means of revenge for my being with Senora Carlita. I pondered if I should simply obey and pacify her anger or if I should challenge her. Not being a compliant man or one who ignores injustice I stepped closer to her. She was small compared to my size and she stepped back and would not look into my face.
“I am sorry Dona Christina, it is true you can have me whipped or worse but I will not clean this wine cellar. I have worked the fields all day and I see no reason to clean an unused wine cellar to satisfy your jealousy and anger.”
“You insolent slave, I’ll have you beaten and thrown into the bastion until you die from hunger and wretchedness,” she screamed.
“Oh no you won’t Lovely Christina.” I replied as I stepped closer still and grasped her around her tiny waist with both hands. Her lips were so luscious and full, so inviting The look of shock and fear on her face was very inspiring. I leaned down over her and kissed her rose colored lips, deeply and firmly as I pushed my tongue into her mouth.
She raised a hand to slap my face but my hand reached out and caught it before it could connect. She tried to pull away but my arms held her fast and would not let her move from their embrace.
“Do you want me to let you go?” I asked as she fought for freedom and screamed, "I will beat you, I will.”
Her anger only served to increase my arousal, I would have her and she would like it.
My lips found her neck and began to plant tender kisses against it’s sweetly scented skin. Her breasts heaved up and down with each breath and my hands could not resist holding them, feeling the sweet weight and warmth of her pleasure mounds. As my hands closed over first one then the other, she struggled like a scared animal in a trap.
“Stop it Juan, stop it You Dog Of A Slave. A beating is too good for you, I’ll have you drawn and quartered.”
“Oh no Sweet One,” I said as a laugh escaped my lips. You wouldn’t want my balls fed to hounds now would you, especially when they are filled with a million kisses just for you.”
I felt her struggle diminish a little and before she could spit more words of venom at me I grasped the top of her laced-up waist girdle and ripped it away from her bodice. Her breasts bounced free and her nipples hardened. I kissed them gently, first one then the other, through the fabric. I could no longer bear anything between her hot flesh and my hands so I tore the bodice away fully exposing the beauty of her naked breasts, the nipples were deep-chocolate colored and fully erect, waiting for my tongue to take them. As my tongue slowly begin to circle them, she moaned softly and leaned closer to the source of her pleasure. I kissed and licked each inch of her breasts and sucked the nipples deeply as I massaged them until her breath was coming in gasps.
“Take me Juan, take me,” she moaned as her little hand found my cock and squeezed it through the cotton britches.
“Oh no Lovely One,” people who make threats must suffer the consequences,” I said in my most stern voice. I pulled her gently by her arm and sat down on the dusty sea trunk.
“You wanted a beating and a beating we shall have.”
I pulled her skirts up revealing her long feminine legs clad in stockings and pantaloons. She writhed and once again yelled at me to let her go, but I held her fast and pulled the pantaloons off into the floor. Her ass was firm and smooth, heart shaped and it was the most erotically stimulating thing to see it writhing back and forth on my lap, lying bare in a heap of long skirts. I pinched both cheeks several times then bent down and kissed each one before I bit them lightly. Her squirming took on a new tone, it was not a squirm of wanting to be free but of wanting to be sexually possessed.
“So you want there to be a beating Beautiful One?” I asked as my big bronze hand began to slap her perfect ass.
First gently but then harder and harder until she started to moan my name and I could see her nectar beginning to flow from her succulent womanhood below her firm cheeks. The sight of her sweet wetness and the scent of her musk was more than I could stand any longer without tasting her. I slid my finger into the folds of her flower and then up just into the edge of her opening. I lifted my finger to my mouth and tasted her flavor as she moaned and begged me for release.
“Tell me again what you want Christina, you want a slave to take you? A dog of a slave?”
“Yes now Juan, now.”
“Now what , what do you want now?”
“I will die if you don’t give me release soon Juan.”
“Oh now My Passion Flower you won’t die, maybe the little death, but you won’t die.”
I stood up with her in my arms and laid her back on the sea trunk. Pulling her skirts up once again I took off her shoes. I untied the ribbon garters and stripped off her cotton stockings. I began to kiss and lick her feet, then her claves and finally her silky thighs. They opened wide to welcome me. My lips lightly grazed the silky curls of her venus mound before my fingers parted her inner lips. Discovering her jewel of passion already swollen and hard I kissed it lightly then ran the tip of my tongue over it again and again. She was well moistened and I could see her sweet nectar flowing between the folds of her flower. My tongue swirled in circles over her love pearl and then dipped down into the entrance of her sugared walls. She was thrashing back and forth, up and down on the sea trunk as the entrance to heaven opened wide to me. I knew she was a virgin and so I determined that I would enter her slowly and only after she was in such ecstasy that the pain would be minimal.
“Juan, please, please” she whimpered. But I was not ready yet.
I took her hardened lady jewel into my mouth and sucked it gently and when she began to flow like a fountain my tongue dipped down and I took each drop like the finest wine. Pulling my body free from the cotton britches I pressed the head of my manhood just barely inside her.
“Yes Juan, now, don’t make me wait any longer,” she pleaded.
“Now what is it you want from this dog of a slave My Lady”
“Your cock” she screamed, “I want your cock inside me NOW”
I had purposed to be gentle and slow but she lifted her hips wrapped her legs around my waist and with a decisive movement against my cock pressed it past her maidenhead and into the sweet abyss of her love.
My eyes captured hers and never did they leave our embrace of eyes. I pounded into her then for she felt little or no pain and her thrusts were as powerful as my own. In and out with wild abandon as her hands grasped and raked my shoulders and my hands held her breasts and pleasured her hard nipples. Each time she came near her release, I pulled back and waited, then took her to the plateau again and again. Finally she screamed out in pleasure and I felt her hot liquid cover me. Again I thrust and groaned out in an animal voice when I felt the explosion of my love deep inside her.
We made no haste to pull our bodies apart being contented to continue to look into each others eyes and enjoy the beauty of two bare bodies entwined.
When at last I slipped from her I took her into my arms and whispered, “I love you Beautiful Christina. I thought to humble you, make you my slave because of the bitterness of my own slavery but I will forever be your servant.”
“You will forever be my love,” she replied.
“My brother has just gotten word to me that he and some others have a colony, a safe place in the rain forest. I was planning to escape and go there to live out my life in freedom and the old tranquility of my people. I cannot leave you, My Love, so I will remain here and work your father’s fields, to be near you.”
“I too wanted to humble you Juan for being with Senora Carlita. I know she gave you no choice, I am ashamed of my anger but I love you and I was jealous that another woman was with you. No Juan you can’t be near me here. My father would someday find out and have you killed. No My Master-Slave, we will both escape and live with your people. Free to enjoy our love forever.
I held her close, her supple bare flesh pressed against me. I buried my face in her silky long hair and breathed in the sweet fragrance. Even if I was yet a slave I felt like King of The World.
© 4/10/2006 Don Juan Amante
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|Reviewed by Elizabeth Parsons
|Excellent writing...excellent story telling. And WHOA!! Hot...Hot...Hot.|
|Reviewed by Barbara Mercer
|Fantastic eroticism,a compelling story, excellent Don Juan, waves of love }}}}}}}}}}}}} Barbara|