The Master's Pen

Darrin Nichols

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The Master's Pen, is about a young boy born in slavery, who's father is the Master slave owners. Darrin the young boy doesn't understand slavery because he has never been treated as a slave, and as he gets older. He begins to understand the cruelty in slavery and is determined to change and do all he can to fight against slavery without violence, but his weapon is an ink pen, the master's.

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• Fiction

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• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 02 février 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669808596
• Langue: English

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THE MASTER’S PEN
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Darrin Nichols
 
Copyright © 2022 by Darrin Nichols.
Library of Congress Control Number:
2022901498
ISBN:
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978-1-6698-0858-9

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978-1-6698-0869-5

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 
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Rev. date: 01/25/2022
 
 
 
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The time was 1840 in the town of Old Spring Hill, a farm in the state of Alabama. The farm was owned by a man of the name Sam Abrams.
Sam had inherited the Abrams farm from his father, the late Walter Abrams. Mr. Walter had passed it down to his son, Sam, as his father had done for him. Sam was a self-righteous Christian man, who was a well-respected businessman and not because of his father alone. Sam dealt in cotton and fine crops, but the cotton business was his gold mine.
His father, Mr. Walter, had left him the big house and four other houses on the plantation as well as thousands of acres of land and tons of other properties and land as well; but none of the other properties were as large as the one he lived in called big house.
Mr. Walter had also left his son, Sam, the count of eighty-four slaves, none of which he ever referred to as humans, but just labeled them with the positions in which they worked.
He had, of course, the field slaves, the house slaves, and the watchers, which he prided himself in. Those were the ones he paid special attention to for they were the slaves that spotted the other slaves that showed any sign of running off. Mr. Walter always had the finest slaves, especially young women to work in the house, whom he called the house sugar.
Sam was Mr. Walter’s only child by his late wife, Mrs. Ann Walters. Sam grew up in the image of his father. Mr. Walter had taught him everything. But Sam had his own ideas on how to produce more and more slaves. And he would do so himself at the age of only eighteen in which at that time he found a young girl in the church to marry.
Sam had big ideas after inheriting the plantation from his father at such a young age. When Mr. Walter passed, Sam was only seventeen years old.
His mother would die soon after his father not even one year later. Everyone in church said that Mrs. Ann loved her husband so much that she couldn’t live without him.
Sam was shown a lot of attention in the church as well as from everyone in the town of Alabama. Most of the townspeople only tried to seek out what they could swindle from the new and young plantation owner.
In fact, that’s how Sam ended up marrying his wife, Sarah. Sarah’s father, Mr. Miller, pretty much pushed them together.
The first time that Sam had Sarah was right in Sarah’s bedroom right next door to her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Miller’s. Mr. Miller had invited young Sam to come over after church one Sunday. Mrs. Miller knew Mr. Miller’s intention and didn’t like it very much.
But Mr. Miller convinced her that it was the best thing for them to preserve their land and heritage. The Millers lived on a very little plantation that Mr. Walters owned. They had always bought or borrowed from Mr. Walter, from farm supplies, tools, to even at times water when their well ran dry, which was more often than a few times. Mr. Miller would do so only because the Millers were in debt to him for the land that they lived on.
Mr. Miller figured that the 40 percent of their earnings that they had agreed upon to Mr. Walter for supplies each and every year, if they played their cards right, they could get for nothing from Sam. So they invited him to come over for dinner where they would wine and dine young Sam and seduce him with their youngest daughter Sarah, who was only fourteen years old at the time.
Mr. Miller noticed how Sam couldn’t keep his eyes off Sarah and just about every other young girl in church. Mr. Miller figured he could use Sam’s own lustful ways to trick him into lying with young Sarah, who was a young and well-put-together young girl for only fourteen years old. And Mr. Miller had preserved young Sarah’s virginity just for a time as this.
Mr. Miller had everything planned and set. Now Sam was over for dinner, and he was ready to set his trap. Mr. Miller had begun his trap by first forcing his own wife to wear a special dress that he had bought for her. It was a dress that completely showed off Mrs. Miller’s perfectly round breasts.
Mrs. Miller was only allowed to wear this special dress only in the house for Mr. Miller to enjoy. But on this special occasion, he made her wear it. He said that it would put the tone on the evening, and it worked. The entire time they were all at the dinner table, Sam couldn’t take his eyes off her perfectly round breasts. He would begin a conversation, and the entire time, he just couldn’t resist staring long and hard at her breasts.
Mr. Miller felt confident in seeing the young Sam continually doing so that he felt like he had to spike it up a little. He excused himself from the dinner table and called Mrs. Miller to join him in the kitchen. He left Sam in the dining room alone with the house slaves.
Mr. Miller told Mrs. Miller to begin cleaning up the table, which everyone knew that you had the house slaves for that. Mrs. Miller again felt reluctant to do so, and Mr. Miller had to reinforce his plan to his wife and assure her that it was the only way to firmly secure their dignity and their land, which he had a deal with the late Mr. Abrams himself.
Mrs. Miller agreed to do it, but felt bad inside at the same time. Mr. Miller forced her to pull down her blouse just a little more, exposing her breasts just above her nipples. It would be too much for any man, said Mr. Miller to his wife.
Mrs. Miller, with her perfect large breasts, went back into the room without Mr. Miller this time. She told the house slaves to go to the kitchen and help Mr. Miller with some things.
Mrs. Miller began to pick up each and every fork and spoon slowly around the table so that young Sam could get a good look at her breasts practically falling out. And without Mr. Miller being present, he could stare long and as hard as he wanted without being noticed or without sneaking a good look. Mrs. Miller was with him all alone, and she was slowly seducing him with her perfect round breasts as she slowly picked up from the table just across him.
She never looked up at Sam, but could feel that she had his complete attention. Sam was waiting with anticipation for Mrs. Miller to come closer to gather up the kitchenware, which was closer to him. And Mrs. Miller didn’t disappoint. She came right up to young Sam and bent over to pick up his dinner plate.
She had bent so far down while picking up his dinnerware that one of her perfect round breasts somehow eased out of her blouse.
It got quiet in the room, which seemed like minutes to young Sam even though it was only seconds. Mrs. Miller froze for a second, and then she asked young Sam something that he would remember for the rest of his life.
“Sam, could you please give Mrs. Miller a hand?” she said as she just stood in the same position right next to young Sam. “Would you be a dear and help me? Because my hands are full.” Sam reached out to grab the plates that she had in her hands, but Mrs. Miller held the plates firmly.
“No, Sam,” she said. “Help me with my clothes, I couldn’t possibly go into the kitchen with my breast out.”
Sam was still in a frozen state of shock. Was she asking me to grab her breast and put it back into her blouse? he thought. Now Sam began to think she couldn’t possibly be asking him to do that. So he reached for the plates in her hand one more time.
“No, silly,” said Mrs. Miller to him. “I need you to fix my blouse first by putting my breast back inside. Can’t be walking around showing the niggers my breasts, can I?”
“No,” said young Sam, stuttering. “No, you can’t do that, Mrs. Miller.” Sam was still sitting down, and Mrs. Miller moved just a little closer to young Sam where her breast was right in his face.
Sam put his hand on her breast, cupping it in his hand. They were so perfect, he thought to himself. He kind of squeezed it while grabbing it like he didn’t want it to slip or fall out of his hand. He tried to slip it back into her blouse, but the blouse was so tight that he had to use both hands. He was having a difficult time doing such a simple task.
Mrs. Miller saw his difficultly, so she took control and put down the things in her hands. She said, “Now, Sam, you’re a young man, and you will have a wife someday and have to help her with these things.” She pulled at the third button on her blouse and opened it, and the other breast fell out of it. To Sam, it was as if her other breast had come out in slow motion.
Now both of Mrs. Mil