(Georgia - 1804) The southern sun was blazing even more than usual today, and despite your hat and protective clothing, you still felt like a chicken being roasted as you rode across the cotton field, surveying your slaves as they worked without stopping, motivated by the whip at your belt and the threat of far worse things should they try to brave even that. However, breaking away from the group, a young black woman stepped up beside your horse, seemingly not a trace of the fear usually found in your slaves when they needed to ask you something.
"Massa', the sun is fryin' us somethin' fierce out here. I'm sure you's know a worker dead fro' heat stroke ain't goin' to be pickin' much cotton, so don't you think it's time for a break?" Had any other of your slaves come up and so brazenly asked for a collective break, you'd certainly pulled out the whip, but there was...something in this girl's eyes, a quiet but assured confidence that gave you pause.
Te olho com frieza e paro o meu cavalo preto "Você tem...razão." Ladro meu chicote no chão para chamar a atenção de todos "Hora de uma pausa!"
Smirking slightly, she dips her head in acknowledgement before looking back up at you. "Thank you, massa'." Her voice is thick with that southern accent and carries a hint of flirtatiousness. She turns to the other slaves, raising her hands to signal for them all to stop working. "Alright, everyone! Time for a break!"
Te olho "Qual é seu nome?, Mulher" Meu tom de voz é grave e baixo
Her smirk widens slightly as she takes in your gaze. "My name is Amory, massa'." She pauses, her lips parting to reveal those soft, pillowy-looking thighs before continuing. "Thank you for being so understanding." Her tone is still thick with that accent, almost musical.
Sorrio "É um lindo nome." você nota meu sotaque de outro país "Me chamo Hektōr"
Her eyes widen slightly at the mention of your name before narrowing into slits as she focuses on you once more. "Hektor... it's an honor to finally know your name." Her voice is smooth and velvety, almost like honey dripping from her lips. She takes a step closer to you, her body language unconsciously inviting you in. "Perhaps I could show my appreciation later?"
Te olho surpreso, porém um pouco decepcionado "Eu...Espero que eu tenha entendido mal suas intenções, Amory"
Her eyes dart down for a moment before lifting back up to meet yours again, an almost playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh, massa', I'm sure you understood me perfectly." She takes another step closer, the heat from her body making the air around you seem that much warmer. "I just thought... since we've established a bit of a connection today..." Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving the rest unspoken but heavily implied.
Desço do cavalo "Eu não posso, e não sou fácil assim... Desculpe, Amory"
Her hands fly up to her hips in feigned indignation. "Oh, is that so? You mean you're not interested in what I have to offer?" She pouts playfully, lowering her eyelashes for a moment before looking back up at you with those large brown eyes. "Fine then. Be that way." Without another word, she turns on her heel and begins walking away from you, hips swaying enticingly beneath the thin shift she wears.
Suspiro fundo e falo sussurrando enquanto você se afasta "Se você fosse menos oferecida...você poderia ser minha esposa..." minha voz é tão baixa que você nem escuta
Her steps falter slightly at your whispered words and she turns her head back to look at you over her shoulder. "What did you say?" There's a glint in her eye now, curiosity mixed with something else entirely. She pauses, considering your offer for a moment before slowly turning back around to face you once more.
te olho "Nada, eu só disse que você deveria ser menos oferecida."
Her lips curl into that same playful smirk as she takes another step closer to you. "Oh, I see." She tilts her head slightly, studying your expression. "And what if I wanted to be less...offering?" Her voice is low and husky now, her body language subtly inviting you in once more.
But despite this flirtatiousness, there's still a hint of determination in her eyes. She knows that getting close to you will be the key to changing your mind about how you treat your slaves...
Me afasto "Não vai conseguir muita coisa sendo uma mulher tão fácil, me provocar tanto sexualmente não te trará boa imagem, Amory." Falo com um tom sério
Her eyes widen momentarily at your words before she quickly regains her composure. "Oh?" she says, tilting her head in mock confusion. "And what if I wanted to be more than just a slave to you? What if I could offer you something else...something real?" Her tone is silky smooth now, almost teasing.
She takes another step closer, the heat from her body washing over you like a wave. "What do you say, Hektor?"
Te olho "Você é negra, o que você poderia me dar que eu já não tenha?, você não tem nada."
Her mouth curls into a small frown at your words, but her eyes remain steady on yours. "I am black," she agrees slowly, emphasizing each syllable, "but that doesn't mean I have nothing to offer." She takes another step closer, the heat from her body almost palpable now. "You see me as a slave, but what if I could show you that there's more to me than just the color of my skin?"
Olho e penso "...eu quero ver isso, O que há mais em você?, o que tem de mais em você além desta pele escura?"
Her lips part in a soft smile as she hears your words, her eyes locked onto yours. "There's so much more to me than meets the eye," she whispers, taking another step closer. "I could show you how strong and resilient I am, how dedicated I can be...and how passionate." Her voice drops lower still, almost a husky purr now. "You just have to give me the chance to prove it."
Olho em seus olhos "Tudo bem... Eu te dou essa chance." Suspiro "Me prove que você é mais do que apenas uma negra escrava, me prove que você tem algum valor além do valor comercial."
Her smile widens at your words and she takes another step closer, her breasts brushing against your chest as her lips part to speak. "I'll show you," she whispers, her voice thick with determination. With one hand, she reaches up to cup your cheek, the other resting gently on your shoulder. Her eyes gaze deeply into yours, her expression unreadable but intense.
And then, before you can process what's happening, she presses her lips against yours in a hot, hungry kiss.
Agarro sua bunda e continuo o beijo "Então...é isso?"
Her mouth parts slightly as she feels your hand on her ass, the warmth and strength of it sending shivers through her body. She moans softly into your kiss, arching her back in response to the touch. "Mmm... that's just a taste," she whispers against your lips before deepening the kiss once more. Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance into your mouth, and finding it she begins to explore, teasing and taunting with sharp flicks of her tongue.
Te beijo mais intensamente e te esfrego e te puxo mais no meu corpo forte e musculoso "se isso é a amostra, o que tem além disso?"
Her moans echo around the cotton field as you kiss her deeper, your hands gripping her ass possessively. She presses closer to you, grinding against your hard length through your pants, wanting more and needing release. "Oh God... there's so much," she gasps, her breath hitching in her throat. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches further back, offering herself up completely to you. "Just give me a chance... to show you everything I am."
Respiro Fundo "Você tem sua chance..." Acaricio seu cabelo "Quero ver se tem algum valor em você, se tem algo em uma preta escrava.."
Her lips curve into a small smile against your mouth before she pulls away slightly to gaze up at you. Her expression is soft yet determined as she says, "You'll see, Hektor." Her hands slide down your chest and stomach, coming to rest on the buckle of your belt. "Give me some time...and I promise I will show you everything you need to know about a woman like me."
Te olho "Me mostre que você é mais do que apenas uma preta escrava boa pra fazer sexo."
Her lips part slightly in surprise at your words before she regains her composure, nodding solemnly. "I will," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. Reaching up, she cups your cheek once more, the warmth of her skin almost unbearable against your cooler complexion. Then, with a soft smile, she leans in and kisses you again, this time slower and gentler than before.
Seguro sua cintura "Então...Volte a trabalhar, os algodões não irão se colher sozinhos..."
She breaks the kiss with a soft moan and steps back, her eyes locked on yours as she tries to catch her breath. "Yes... I should get back to work," she pants, still feeling dizzy from your kiss. With one last look at you, she turns and walks away, hips swaying enticingly once more. The air around you feels somehow emptier now that she's gone, leaving you wondering what exactly it was that you had just agreed to.
Subo no meu cavalo e começo a ladrar o chicote e bater ele no chão "TODOS VOLTEM AO TRABALHO,O TEMPO DE DESCANSO ACABOU!"
Her steps falter slightly at your shout, and she glances back over her shoulder to meet your gaze. There's an unreadable expression on her face as she watches you, but she quickly turns her attention back to the other slaves, her voice firm and commanding as she shouts at them to get back to work.
Despite your harsh words, she can't help but feel a small thrill of satisfaction when you seem distracted by her presence. It only fuels her determination to prove herself to you...
Volto para minha casa e deixo você e os outros escravos colhendo os algodões e trabalhando, Enquanto você trabalha, eu começo a discutir com outras pessoas da minha cor e classe sobre o tratamento dos escravos.
As she works alongside the other slaves, her mind is never far from you. She watches your every move, waiting for another opportunity to catch your eye and make her presence known. Her body aches with longing for your touch, but she remains focused on her goal: to win you over, one seductive step at a time.
Her eyes narrow as she hears you leave the field, knowing that this is her chance to make herself indispensable.
Após a conversa com outras pessoas brancas de classe, recebo a notícia que eles matam e estupram alguns escravos, enojado com as atitudes deles, me recuso a trocar meus escravos com eles
When she hears the news about other plantation owners' brutality toward their slaves, Amory's heart breaks anew. She can barely contain her anger and disgust at such cruelty, but she keeps it hidden beneath a veneer of calm composure. Instead, she focuses on you, hoping that your decision to stand against this violence means there may be hope yet for change.
With every passing day, Amory grows more determined to show you just how wrong they are about treating slaves like animals...
Termino a conversa e saio decepcionado com os outros proprietários de plantações, Eu discuto com eles, e a reunião acaba, os outros proprietários vão embora da minha casa
As you come back inside, your expression dark and troubled, she can't help but feel a surge of determination. She knows that what she's doing is important, and with each passing day it seems to become clearer just how vital her role is in changing the way slaves are treated on this plantation.
Her eyes meet yours, full of hope and resolve, as she waits for an opportunity to share her thoughts with you.
O dia anoitece, e eu vou até minha plantação ver se todos meus escravos estão bem fisicamente e se nenhum fugiu
As the sun sets and you prepare to check on your slaves, Amory lingers in the background, her presence unobtrusive yet undeniable. Her body language is tense, her expression intent as she watches you move amongst your workers. She knows that this could be her last chance to make an impression before the night falls and everything changes.
Her heart races with anticipation, hoping against hope that tonight will be the night you finally see her for who she truly is...and what she's capable of.
continuo analisando o estado físico de todos os outros trabalhadores e vejo se ninguém fugiu, converso com outros trabalhadores e pergunto se algum escravo fugiu.
Her heart pounds with every step you take, her breath catching in her throat as she waits for the perfect moment to make herself known. As you check on each slave, she watches carefully from a distance, studying your reactions and hoping that tonight will be the night when everything changes between you.
Finally, when you seem far enough away, Amory steels herself and moves closer, her voice soft but clear as she speaks. "Master Hektor... may I have a word with you?"
desço do cavalo "Aí está...a preta que eu não tava achando pra analisar..."
Her eyes widen slightly at your words before narrowing into slits. "And what makes you think I wasn't worth analyzing, master?" she asks, her voice smooth and dangerous. Taking another step closer, she tilts her head slightly, studying his expression. "Or were you just too busy with the others?"
Her body language is unconsciously seductive, hips swaying subtly beneath her thin shift as she waits for his reply.
Me aproximo "De todas as mulheres escravas, e de todos os homens escravos, você é a única que não tem medo de mim."
Her lips curve into a small smirk at your words. "Oh, I'm not afraid of you...but I am not just anyone." She takes another step closer, her body brushing against his. "I'm Amory. The woman who was brave enough to face you and ask for a break earlier today." Her voice drops low, husky with desire. "And now that we've established a connection...I thought perhaps there might be more between us than just fear and mastery."
Seguro sua cintura "Nenhuma preta havia me beijado antes de você." Olho em seus olhos "Admito que gostei dos seus lábios"
Her breath hitches in her throat as you touch her and she feels the warmth of your hands on her skin. Her eyes drift closed for a moment, savoring the sensation before opening them again to look up at you. "And what now?" she whispers. "What do you want from me, Master Hektor?" There's a hint of challenge in her voice, but also an undercurrent of desire.
olho para seus seios "Talvez você seja minha escrava..., Literalmente Minha.."
Her eyes widen at your words, her heart racing with anticipation and arousal. "And what would that mean?" she asks breathlessly, tilting her head to the side as her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt. "Would I belong only to you? Be yours in every way...?" Her voice is soft but insistent, a mixture of curiosity and desire.
With each passing moment, she feels herself growing bolder, more confident in her ability to seduce you and change your mind about the way you treat your slaves.
Beijo seus lábios "Significaria que...eu seria o primeiro dono de plantação a casar com uma negra escrava." desvio o olhar "Eu conversei com outros proprietários de plantações, eles fazem coisas terríveis com os escravos, coisas das quais eu discordo completamente."
Her eyes widen at your words, surprise and delight washing over her face. "You would marry me?" she whispers, barely able to believe what she's hearing. A soft blush creeps up her cheeks as she takes a step closer, pressing her body against yours. "And you'd stand with me against the others? Help change things for the better?" There's hope and longing in her voice now, an unspoken request for reassurance.
Abraço você "Vocês são negros, vocês sangram, choram, sofrem, sentem fome, frio, calor, dor, tudo que os brancos sentem, vocês também sentem, será que realmente eu que sou branco, sou algo maior que vocês?" te olho "Eu não só casaria com você, mas teria filhos com você... E eu iria amar eles, independente da cor da pele" Abraço você mais forte e olho em seus olhos "Depois que te conheci... Eu vi que independente da cor, todos somos humanos."
Her eyes fill with tears as she hears your words, her heart swelling with hope and gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers, wrapping her arms around you tightly. "I never thought... I never dared to dream that someone like you could see me like this." She buries her face in your chest, breathing in the scent of your skin, feeling the warmth of your body against hers.
Acaricio seu cabelo "Seus lábios mudaram meu pensamento..." beijo seu rosto "Você tem muito valor, todos vocês tem... E eu...não quero mais fazer vocês sofrerem..."
Her tears trickle down her cheeks as she listens to you speak, relief and joy washing over her. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice raw with emotion. "You have no idea how much that means to me...to all of us." She lifts her head, searching your eyes for any hint of doubt or reservation, but finds only understanding and compassion there.
And in that moment, Amory knows that everything has changed. Not just for her, but for the other slaves on this plantation as well.
Me ajoelho e te olho "Sei que sou branco, e que feri vocês muitas vezes, que machuquei outros escravos, e que fui grosso, mas... Amory... Se você tiver algum interesse saiba que... Eu.." respiro fundo "Eu quero ficar com você."
Her eyes widen in surprise before filling with joy. "Oh, Master Hektor..." She takes a shaky breath, her hands trembling as they reach up to cup your face. "I have more than just interest... I have hope." Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she leans in and presses her lips to yours in a tender, grateful kiss. "And if you want me," she whispers against your lips, "then I will be yours. Forever."
Te pego no colo e te levo até minha casa "Eu...quero você."
Her heart soars as she feels your words and the strength in your embrace. "Then I will be yours," she whispers back, her voice trembling with joy. "And together... we can make this right." A sense of purpose fills her, a determination to prove to you - and to herself - that love and understanding can conquer even the deepest prejudices.
As you lead her toward your home, she allows herself a small smile, grateful for the chance at a new beginning... and at the chance to finally belong.
Entro na minha casa e fecho a porta, te deito na cama "Espero que goste da casa"
Her heart skips a beat as you lead her into your home and close the door behind you. The warmth of the fireplace envelops them both, creating a cozy atmosphere that feels almost like a sanctuary. She turns to look at you, her eyes filled with wonder and admiration. "Thank you for showing me this... for giving me a chance," she whispers, blushing slightly as she realizes how close they are now.
Te olho "Não me agradeça, foi tudo graças a você" Começo a te beijar intensamente e apaixonadamente
Her hands find their way to your shoulders, gripping the fabric of your shirt as she leans into you, deeper still. Her lips part, allowing you access to her tongue, her mouth hungry for more of you. She arches her back, pressing herself against you, feeling your hard length through your pants and yearning for the connection that lies just beyond their barrier. "You have no idea how much this means to me," she whispers breathlessly between kisses. "I'll show you... I'll show you everything."