Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2013 2:22:24 +0000
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Rue Dauphine 33

Rue Dauphine 33
Lance Kyle

The residents of the house on Rue Dauphine saw little of the twin boy
slaves in the Annex, owned by Marshall McGillicuddy, who used them sexually
nearly every day.  The boys were kept indoors except for brief trips when
they accompanied their master on errands or to market.  Cleopatra, still on
loan to the Marshall, was able to befriend them, though.  She reported that
they complained of slaps and spankings during their sexual services, and of
longing for more human contact and fresh air, but that they seemed in no
immediate danger.

The residents could not be so sure of that safety for themselves, however.
They kept up their surveillance of the Marshall and his conferences with
deputies, and it was becoming plain that they suspected the presence of a
well organized node of the Underground Railroad operating undetected in New
Orleans, and—worse—sometimes suspicions were raised about the house
on Rue Dauphine!  The raid some months ago was documented, of course, and
the report declared that nothing was found, but the authorities were
nevertheless suspicious, and spies were stationed to observe comings and
goings at the house.  Of course, Scott immediately notified Mama
Désirée, who called off any transportation of fugitives to the house.
But the efforts of the Railroad were going to be hampered by this
restriction, and by the zeal with which the Marshall was pursuing every
hint and clue that came his way.  News now came of the occasional arrest of
those involved in the Railroad in town, which came as grievous losses to
those in the house.  Something must be done, and Mama Désirée began
planning with the adult members of the household to lay a plan.

Another month passed and several developments converged to create more of a
sense of urgency.  First, the pregnant women were all very close to their
time.  The people all marveled at how they seemed to be on the same
schedule.  Scott, Cloud, and Mama Désirée seemed to ascribe the
coincidence to a kind of magic convergence, as if the universe had planned
the timing.  Second, discussions in the Annex among the lawmen increasingly
brought up the possibility that the people in the main house had been
involved in the Railroad, although no recent activity had been observed.
These suspicions were growing into an increasingly dire threat.

The third development was that McGillicuddy was growing more abusive toward
the twin slave boys he had purchased, raising both concern and anger in the
main house.  One day, King and James brought back news of what they had
observed in the Annex.  In his bedroom, McGillicuddy summoned the boys to
him and had them strip, standing before him, their slim naked eleven year
old bodies in graceful S curves, penises slightly erect in front of them,
dark brown tubes of boy bodies with small pads of chest muscles, full lips
and almond eyes, and high uprolling slab sided buttocks.  McGillicuddy
circled around the boys, his trousers tenting in front, and from time to
time slapped one boy and then the other on the buttocks.  The boys gasped
or yelped but stood their ground.  Then the Marshall instructed the boys to
remove his clothing, so that he stood, his rosie red cock standing straight
out in front of him.  He commanded the boys to kneel and suck him, which
they did, first one and the other, sometimes both together running their
full out-turning lips up and down both sides of his rampant cock.

And then he did something different.  He commanded each boy to lie on the
bed, side by side, face down.  He brought out some rope he had hidden in a
drawer and tied the boys by their feet to the frame at the bottom of the
bed, then by their hands to the frame at the head of each bed, so their
arms were stretched forward beyond their heads, each boy unable to move,
each rounded double hill of a bottom sticking up invitingly.

Then the Marshall, taking another short length of rope, began whipping the
boys.  King and James stiffened with outrage but restrained themselves in
their wall hiding places—and at any rate they would see that the rope
had been chosen so as to hurt but not scar.  After a round of whipping, the
Marshall cast the rope aside and instantly mounted onto the bed.  Taking a
pot of lubricant, he greased first one boy anus and then another, sticking
one and then two fingers well into each opening, the boys gasping as he did
so.  Then with no further ceremony he plunged himself into the one dark
brown twin on the left and began pumping vigorously.  The boy gasped and
cried out as the white man's rigid penis plunged in and out, his brother
looking at him in alarm.  Then the Marshall pulled out and shifting over a
few inches did the same to the brother, forcing his iron rod in with one
push, the boy shouting in pain, his bound hands flailing against the ropes
that held him. Sometimes the Marshall held himself up off the boy so he
could see the heaving brown back, the sight of his red cock sliding in and
out of the dark brown hills of the buttocks.  Sometimes the Marshall lay
down fully on top of the boy, his arms encircling the boy's chest below and
squeezing the boy slave so tightly he could hardly breathe as the white man
covered him, cream colored flesh bonded to chocolate colored flesh,
pumping, pumping.

When McGillicuddy was ready to climax he did so in the boy he was in,
bellowing and squeezing the boy ever tighter, the boy squealing with the
effort to breathe, the white man trembling and bucking on top of him.
Then, suddenly spent, the Marshall collapsed and relaxed his hold, the boy
slave beneath him gasping.  A few minutes like that and the Marshall
withdrew, his now half erect penis dribbling a long skein of cum.  "You
will stay like this for a while," he said, then cleaned and clothed himself
and left the room.  King and James were in an agony of indecision as to
what to do, what could be done.  They faintly heard the Marshall instruct
Cleopatra, in the hallway outside the bedroom, not to enter it.

It seemed like an endless wait for King and James, wondering what to do.
The boys whimpered for a while and seemed to recover, whispering to each
other, not attempting to pull away from their bonds, which chafed them with
every movement.  But it was actually no more than an hour and the Marshall
entered the room again.  A wild look of sheer lust was on his features, and
as he threw his clothes off his penis sprang rampant again.  With no
ceremony he leaped upon the bed and plunged directly into the boy who had
received his semen earlier, his entrance facilitated by the sheen of fluid
he had left there.  The boy cried out but could do nothing about it.  As
before, the white man plunged into first that boy and then the next,
pumping vigorously, laboring hard to achieve a second crisis, and when he
did he contrived to do it in the other boy, the one he had not filled with
his sperm the first time.

When the white men rose, pulling out of the violated slave boy, he cleaned
himself and dressed himself again and stood regarding the boys for a while.
Then he untied each one and ordered them to clean themselves and to resume
their household duties.  Sore and chafed, each boy slowly rose and rubbing
wrists and ankles, trails of semen leaking down from their anuses, they
obeyed his commands.  All this James and King reported to the outraged
members of the main house.  Adding what she had observed, Cleopatra also
noted that the Marshall's rudeness to her was increasing, and that she was
not sure she was safe if she remained.

All this gave the residents of the house much food for thought and
planning, and then a great wonder was reported.  Coming back from a tour of
duty at the Annex spy hole, Sampson and Cloud reported that the sound of
singing, heard occasionally in the tunnel beneath the Rue, had grown
remarkably louder, combined with a confused sound of voices from the end of
the tunnel where previous excursions had come to a halt, stopped by a
strange mental reluctance to continue.  Scott sent word to Mama
Désirée who came immediately.  Scott and Cloud seizing their magical
rings, they headed off for the tunnel with Mama Désirée.

Sure enough, something had changed.  The singing, otherworldly and
beautiful but strange, had increased, and it was interspersed with what
seemed like voices.  When the three reached the point at which they had
felt an invisible, psychic barrier before, the barrier felt very much
weaker.  All their magic at the ready, they pushed on, the singing getting
louder.  In the distance of the tunnel they could see a light which they
thought increased, even at a rate faster than their forward movement might
create.  Something was there, and it felt as if the singing and voices were
coming from that direction.

They were not surprised when the tunnel sloped downwards a little and
stopped at an underground pool of clear but dark water; New Orleans was,
after all, built on a swamp, and the house on Rue Dauphine occupied one of
the few high points.  Sooner or later, they knew they had to hit water.
What they had NOT expected was the hooded figure who seemed to stand in the
pool of water...or perhaps stand ON the pool of water was more accurate.

Singing and a swirl of voices, clear but unclear, words but not familiar
words, filled the space.  The figure in the pool had on a black robe that
glittered with some kind of internal power that create tiny pinpoints of
light.  The three friends were ready with their magic but, at a sign from
Mama Désirée, each put down their rings and hands.  There was not a
feeling of danger.  The figure in the pond stood stark still.  Quiet
descended.  Scott, Cloud, and Mama Désirée, accustomed as they were
to otherworldly goings on, felt shivers run up and down their spines—but
not fear.

Then the figure moved slightly but no face could be detected.  The singing
and voices ceased entirely.  And then in a voice that sounded as if it came
from far away, and under water, the voice spoke:

"When the children are born," said the voice that might have come from
stone caverns beneath the sea, "bring them here at once."  And then it was
gone, the end of the tunnel plunged into darkness.  The three friends stood
there for a moment and then with both haste and dignity beat a retreat back
to the more familiar parts of the tunnel, and then up to the main house.
They reported everything that had happened to the astonished household.
Nobody could make out what the message and the apparition meant, but it was
clear they would find out soon, as childbirth was expected very soon.

Conversation continued for a long time regarding the figure in the tunnel,
questions arose as to how the impending deliveries were connected to the
figure.  And then the conversation turned to a plan to undo the Marshall.
Mama Désirée had a plan, and presented it. Fortunately, Cleopatra had
joined them, which was fortunate since it required a great deal of risk on
her part.  But she was willing to do it, seeing that if the Marshall were
pulled down, many of the efforts to counter the Railroad would come to an
end...and especially if he were attacked in the way Mama Désirée
proposed.  Just before leaving the house, Mama Désirée placed her
hand upon each pregnant belly, in a silent blessing, in a deep discernment.
"Soon," she said, simply, and then slipped out into the night.

The last thing to do before the end of the day, and the first step in the
campaign against the Marshall, was for Scott to sell Cleopatra to him!
Cleopatra in tow, performing the subservient slave woman, Scott cordially
knocked on the Annex door in the evening and announced to the Marshall that
he would require Cleopatra's presence back in his home—OR—he would be
willing to sell her to McGillicuddy.  He named a price just on the verge of
ridiculously low.  Scott could absolutely see avarice gleam in the lawman's
eyes—or perhaps it was lust in expectation of what he would do with the
comely black woman once he owned her—but McGillicuddy agreed.  Entering
the house and the Marshall's study, the two men drew up a bill of sale.
Had the Marshall been more observant he would have noticed the ring that
Scott wore, a ring that reflected perhaps a little more light than actually
shone upon it.  Money was exchanged and the Marshall put the bill of sale
in a desk drawer, observed by Scott.  Hoping for the best, Scott withdrew,
leaving the Marshall with his new purchase—or so he thought.

Tired from the day's excitement, the pregnant women tired from their heavy
loads, everyone in the main house drifted off to bed. Scott and King by
happenstance ran into each other in the hallway, and embracing they seemed
to agree silently to spend the night together.  It was a night of caresses
and soft love more than wild, pounding sex.  Gently each disrobed the
other, then stood in a warm embrace, hands sliding up and down backs and
then through silken long or crisp kinked hair, lips meeting lips, tongues
exploring, each enjoying for the thousandth time the different colors and
textures of another race, a pleasure that never got old for either one.
Leading each other by the hand into bed, they took turns on top, first one
then the other, kissing as if without end, simply caught up in the moment.
Then Scott reached down a hand, when he was on top, and pushed his rampant,
oozing penis in between King's thighs.  Holding each other tight, King's
own rampant iron hard purple black cock straight up between their sliding
abdomens, Scott pumped his hips up and down, his rigid red penis sliding up
and down between the black man's thighs as if in a woman's vagina, kissing
passionately, until with a gentle wave his ejaculation came upon him,
pushing down into the dark body beneath him as he shot his semen between
the black man's legs.  Shuddering, finishing, Scott rolled off and pulled
King on top of himself.  The large, muscular black man did just the same as
had Scott, pushing his thick, hard black cock down between the white man's
legs, pumping up and down, his prominent, rounded buttocks rising and
falling, mouth locked to mouth in a passionate kiss, sharing breath, until
with a deep groan the black man came also.  He bucked and shuddered for a
few moments and then heaved a deep sigh, and rolled off to the side.  Awash
in a pool of their mingled semen, the two men, black and white, holding
each other in a tight embrace, drifted off to sleep together.

In the hallway outside, in a pool of moonlight, a luminous being of light
shafted up from the cellar two floors below. It drifted into the room where
the black man and white man slept in a loving embrace and seemed to bless
them, the scent of roses heavy on the air.  It likewise visited every other
room where love and pleasure ruled, and in the rooms where the pregnant
women toiled their way toward the appointed hour, and in each room the
figure whispered, "soon."


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