Pushing my way through the mob and around the drugstore, I ran into the woods after Lucy, straining to pick up the sound of her distant footsteps. It wasn't going to be easy to find her though, not with the damn Reverend and his holy mob chasing after my wife now, too.
Could it be true, what she said? Did Luther and the other hired hands really force themselves on her? Or was she a willing party to the situation? I wanted to believe what she said, but my eyes and ears recollected a different memory from the barn last night. My blood pressure rapidly began racing the more I thought about it. Damn negroes. I'd have to deal with them later once I got back to the plantation.
Pushing further deep into the grove, a tangle of oak branches and bushes blocked a path toward the middle clearing. Where did she go? No way could anyone have gotten through this mess of green and brown in front of me, at least not without a machete.
Suddenly, without warning, a strong pair of hands shot through the underbrush in front of me, grabbed my forearms, and pulled me through into the clearing. As I was dragged through, my world quickly turned to black as one of my feet caught on a partially surfaced tree root and I stumbled headfirst onto barren ground.
Twenty minutes later, I woke up in the clearing to discover my hands and ankles hogtied tgether behind my back. A throbbing knob on the back of my head brought me quickly back to reality and jogged my memory of the fall. Who had pulled me in here? There was no one else to be seen in the circle of dirt, which was roughly thirty feet in diameter and surrounded by growth. From my vantage point, it looked like strange markings had been deeply rutted in the ground, lines that criss-crossed and turned at sharp angles near the edges of the clearing.
"Well, well, well, massah...'s 'bout time you woke up," a soft but deep voice drawled from behind me. A very familiar voice.
I rolled myself over onto my back and saw Luther standing over me.
"Untie me now," I spat at him. Foolish thing to do. My spittle stopped inches in the air and fell back on my face. Now I must've really looked the fool, as I couldn't even wipe myself clean.
"Looks like yer not in no situation to be givin' me orders, now, are yeh, seah?" he chuckled. "I guess youse could saw I'M the massah now!" Luther exclaimed, pointing a thumb to his own chest, beaming from side to side.
Fury burning in my eyes, I gritted my teeth and growled, "Hush up, nigger. Why've you hogtied me?"
"Because I asked him to," Lucy replied as she stepped through the brush into the clearing.
"Lucy! What's the matter with you?!?"
"Call me Katie," she spat in my face as she squatted down in front of me. Her long black hair was matted and hung over most of her face, hiding her blue eyes from my perspective. "Only those fools in town call me by my middle name. I deserve at least that much respect from you."
"Okay...Katie," I replied, the rope digging into my skin. "Care to explain what's going on?"
"Oh, like you don't know," she replied, throwing her hands in the air. "You think you're such a big man, always bossing around the hired hands like you own their souls, and trying to tell ME what to do as well. Well, let me tell YOU, mister plantation owner...just because a man's got black skin, doesn't make you any better than him. These Negroes, at least they stick together, yes, they do. And they know how to treat a lady right, which is more than I can say for you, Daniel Joseph."
Katie was furious and had started pacing in front of me during her tyrade. Now I was starting to panic, and tried not to let it show, but she noticed the fear in my eyes anyway. "Hah! NOW you're afraid, Danny! What's the matter? Can't handle not being in charge?" I just glared at her silently in response. "Well, let me tell you...your days of treating me as one of your slaves instead of your wife are over. Now then, you can just sit there and see how much respect some real men have for a lady."
With that, Katie pulled off her dress, revealing a complete lack of undergarments. She whistled and three more of my hired hands surfaced from the woods into the clearing, naked and sporting engorged members. Couldn't blame them, either, as Katie was quite the eye candy in her nude state. Her perfect ivory breasts and cleanly trimmed groin were always irresistable for me, even after a hard day's work, and the other men were clearly equally aroused by Katie.
"I was a damn fool to do this in the barn last night, Danny. But sometimes you just gotta go with your heart, no matter what the risk." With that, Katie dropped to her knees as the men eagerly surrounded her, and began to do the unthinkable. I closed my eyes to block out the sight, my heart sinking as I fought the taste of bile rising in my throat.
Screaming in passion, Katie hollered, "What's the matter, Danny Joe? Feeling all alone yet? No one here to defend you or set you free? Well, now you know how I'VE felt for the past fifteen years! Damn you for turning Reverend Arvill and the town against me! Damn the white man!" The words were broken by squeals and howls of delight from the pleasure being doled out to Katie by the four men.
She was right. I certainly was by myself in this situation, and I hated it. I wanted to gouge out my eyes, shatter my eardrums, kill myself, ANYTHING - but I was helpless to do anything but lay there and witness the orgy in front of me.
Katie Lucretia, vengeance is thy name, I thought to myself, my ribs aching from the silent sobs that racked my body.
Finally finishing with her after what seemed like hours, the slaves collapsed on the ground from exhaustion, revealing my disheveled wife covered with a mixture of fluids and sweat. "Okay, Danny, we're done," she gasped in a final climax, flashing a wicked smile in my direction. "But you're not."
"Huh...but...what?" I uttered.
"Please," Katie smirked. "I know all about how you saw fit to lynch those other slaves of yours when they were done serving your needs or you suspected an uprising. Now, we can't let you be telling the whole town about this, now, can we? Besides, these men didn't do anything wrong. Ain't nothin' wrong with givin' a woman pleasure and treating her the way a woman ought to be treated."
A shiver ran through my body. "What are you gonna do?"
Smiling as she pulled her dress back on, Katie replied, "Well, I'd say a good old fashioned hanging should do the trick, right? Might as well go out doing what you love to do to others so much." As she began to walk away, my slaves picked me up and began to carry me further into the woods, towards the swamp where I'd lynched dozens of insurgents from our plantation.
Ironic how my wife - and my life - had turned on me in the past twenty-four hours, I thought to myself. No wonder them niggers like to sing the blues so much, if this is anything like the hell I'd put 'em through.
Thankfully, my last memory was Luther clapping his large hands over my ears before I passed out.
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