For this month's East African Friday Feature, I have been challenged every Friday, to write 1,000 words of a supernatural story. It can be an ongoing story, or bits and snippets but four times for the four Fridays of October. Now in honour of the release of my baby CHILD OF DESTINY on my birthday October 9th (So Y'all know what I want for a present...buy! buy! buy!) I'm going to do an outtake story that can be read on its own. As a nod to East Africa, I'm going to give the story of the ghost slaves in the wood - how they came to be there, and their hopes and dreams for the future. As a nod to my late father, my protagonist is named Bulitia. He's the slave ghost everyone from BDAH to The Swamp to COD keeps meeting and talking to.
“What did the jitu want with you Bulitia?” the woman whispered to him as they lay
facing each other on the bed. He shrugged, not wanting to even think of the
mama and her cold hands penetrating his anus like…he cut that thought off fast.
Turning to the woman next to him he turned her so her back was on the bed and
vaulted his body over her, looking down at her luscious body as his heart beat
fast in his chest. He needed to forget.
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| my vision of Leo/Armand when I started to write |
He leaned down and placed his teeth on her
left nipple, biting down, hard. The woman hissed with pain and hit him over the
head but he ignored her, using one of his strong thighs to make a space between
her legs. She got with the program pretty fast after that, widening her legs on
her own and allowing himself to lower himself onto her. he grunted, transferring
his mouth’s attention to her lips; and bit her lower one before sucking it into
his mouth. She moaned softly, arching upward gently, urging him. He took it for
the invitation it was and reached between them, fisting his penis in his hands
and guiding it none too gently to her waiting, dripping hole.
She’d snuck into his cabin one night as
they slept; five to a cabin – surprisingly luxurious accommodations for slaves.
She had stepped over the other men and came to lie next to him, pressing her
naked body into his. His heart was still in the hills of Mt. Elgon, with his
new wife and their offspring; but his body had needs in the here and now. He had
turned to her, pushed her under him, and pounded her into the floor. She’d been
back every night since.
It made him angry that they were reduced to
this; late night trysts that would never mean anything more than physical
relief. At least not to him; he was not getting involved with anyone who would
be taken from him on the whim of some not quite human master who had somehow
managed to reduce a bunch of people into commodities. It was hard for Bulitia
to wrap his head around and he was angry all the time.
He slid into her warm, soft, wet hole and
it expanded around him, welcoming him with open arms as he thrust into her. and
again. And again. The woman reached up and folded her strong thighs around his
waist, pulling him as close as she could. Bulitia let out a breath, hips
stuttering with desire as he tried not to come so soon. Her moans were getting
louder as she came closer to her own climax. The other men around them lay
still; pretending to be asleep. Bulitia caught movement at the corner of his
eyes. A hand moving rhythmically up and down as Abednego, his roommate brought
himself to his own completion on his right. Bulitia cast his eyes to the left
where he could see the shine of eyes in the dark. Someone else was watching
them; most likely Jefta. He was a short man, teeth stained brown from tobacco
and a freaky little bastard.
Bulitia redoubled his efforts, pounding
harder into the woman, giving them a show. He found to his surprise that it
turned him on to know that the men were watching him fuck this woman. He withdrew
himself from her to the head of his penis and then thrust back in with renewed
force. She cried out in shock and arousal, pulling her own legs further toward
her shoulders to give him better access. He did it again, grunting with effort
and heard someone in the room groan. His mouth was set in a rictus of effort
and he let go of the fear and anger; drove them into the woman with every
thrust and then released it all in a flood of seemingly endless come. She took
it all, begging all the while for more, her muscles clutching and releasing him
as her own orgasm took her. he dropped down beside her, turned away and closed
his eyes. She could stay if she wanted; just as long as she was gone by
morning. There was no guarantee though, that one of the other men would not try
to rape her if she did. Bulitia heard the woman gather her clothes and creep
out. He closed his eyes and slept.
“Did you enjoy yourself last night Bulitia?”,
the monster disguised as a woman asked him the next day as he raked out the
stable. He was in nothing but his small clothes. Louisiana was sweltering with
summer humidity; Bulitia could barely abide the weather. He was used to the
mountain coolness of his home; still. He ruthlessly cut off that thought. To think
of home was to stab himself in the soul.
“Beg pardon ma’am?” he asked submissively
hoping she would think him slow and leave him to his raking.
She took a step toward him and ran a hand down
his sweaty back.
“Your session with Asha last night; was it
good?” she asked. Bulitia froze, but only for a moment. He would not show his
fear for any reason. But she was watching them? Of course a creature like her
probably had many ways of finding things out. But how had she found this? Did she perhaps watch them in her
fire or perhaps she was right there in the cabin with them, invisible to human
eyes.
But no…Bulitia would have known if she was
there. He was sensitive like that to the supernatural. Just as he had felt her
coming long before she appeared around the cow pen.
“Are
you a man or a mouse?”
His father’s voice reprimanding him in his
head shocked him so much he almost stopped working. And then he decided that he
would stop; he would stop being so afraid; such a craven that he could not turn
and face his fears. He stuck the shovel back in the cow patty and turned to face
the monster.
“What do you want with me?” he asked.
