BECKY’S POV

|Liverpool,United Kingdom| Year 1790|:

Born to a wealthy family,bearing family ties with the duke of Manchester,I was called Becky,Becky Manning,my parents had many slaves working in their farms,African by ancestry ,being the only child of my parents,I was spoilt,got everything I always wanted and needed,they made sure I never lacked a single thing,still... I wanted more,22 years of age with long,chestnut brown hair,well rounded and full boobs,a thin waist line due to excessive wearing of girdles,blue eyes and standing at 5ft 5inches,I was a beauty to behold,indeed

“Becky dear,you should be getting prepared to join your father in the court,we are moving in the next 20mins ”,mother called as she knocked on my room door,I was on the bed reading a novel,

I sighed,I hated visiting the court with father,we would watch slaves get selected to a fight to the death or worse,get tortured,

“Yes mother”,I said,leaving the bed,I strolled to the wardrobe,selecting a lemon-green long dress that clutched my boobs tightly making my cleavage appear fuller,I was about slipping it on,then my maid walked in,

“Ma’am”,she said,she was one of the Black stewards assigned to take care of me,my most favorite steward and I considered her a best friend,she held some freshly dry cleaned dresses in her hands,

“Gretchen,I would love a little hot Chinese tea,freshly brewed with little sugar”,I said,she came closer,helping me with the dress,she zipped it up,perfectly adjusting it on my body,I walked to the mirror,staring at my reflection,doing a quick turn,the gown flayed,perfect,

“Do you want the tea served here or at the court,ma’am?”,she asked,

I smiled,turning around to look at her,

“Gretchen,I told you to stop calling me ma’am,i gave you the free will to call me by my name”,I said,picking up a tiara from my vanity table and placing it in my big,opened jewelry box,

“Ma’am,I mean Ms Becky,I can’t,you know how disrespectful it may sound,your father could ask for my head if he hears me calling you by your name”,she said,

I glanced at her,she was arranging the clothes in the wardrobe,

“Well,you can start addressing me by my name when you step into my room,when we are outside,you can call me ma’am”,I said,walking to where she stood,she smiled,holding my hands,

“I am entirely grateful for your kindness Ms Becky,everything I am now,I owe it to you”,she said,her English a little bit strained,had a dab of accent that could sound funny to the ears,

I giggled,

“Your English is getting better,I am very proud of the fact that you are still taking those recorded audio lessons I gave to you”,I said,

She stroked my knuckles tenderly,

“Yes I am and... Thank you”,she said,hugging me suddenly,

“Now,lets get going before my mother comes in to remind us of our statuses and I want my tea at the court,I can’t be caught taking a short nap while the auctioning is going on”,I said,stroking her back tenderly,

We both laughed,walking towards the exit.

••••

I got to the court with mum in the horse ridden carriage,i dreaded the idea of visiting the court but mother said,father was buying more slaves and we would be meeting with my uncle,the famous Duke,I sighed staring out of the carriage,into the streets,watching people get busy with their morning activities,when we got to the big court,we strolled into it,sitting on the pavilion with mum,other prominent figures sat behind us,Dad sat with his friends somewhere else,i saw a chubby man stepped into the middle of the court,introducing himself as the sales merchant and then,some men,women,young boys and girls were paraded into the court with shackles on their hands and feet,i looked upon them with pity in my eyes,how can a human be treated this way? Like they worth nothing,I looked away,my elbow on the armrest,my hand underneath my chin as I admired a lady wearing a purple ballroom dress,she stood at the far end,giggling as a man was busy wooing her,Gretchen brought in my tea,

“Ma’am,here’s your tea”,she said,holding a tray with a tea jug and a mug,

“Becky,What did I say about drinking tea outside?”,mother said,

I rolled my eyes,

“Oh please mother,I hate coming here,i need to have some tea else,I would be sleepy”,I said,watching Gretchen pour out some tea in the mug,

“It’s not queenly for a sophisticated lady like you to be seen having tea while in the court,you’re a reputable figure,and I...”,she’s chattered and I wasn’t listening,

I collected the mug from her,glancing back at the court,

Just then,my eyes beheld a man,in rags,his torso was bare,he wore ragged torn shorts,chained on the hands and feet,I can’t deny the fact that he looked ruggedly handsome,I squinted my eyes as I got interested in his looks,crossing my legs while my eyes studied his masculinity,his taut form and brash appearance intrigued me,I noticed he was tall,his black dirty hair,his rough,bruised,tanned white skin,he was muscular,like someone built to work in a farm or to fight in a ring,my eyes admired his big biceps and strong shoulders,his shredded abdominal muscles,I placed the mug on my lips slowly sipping my tea as my beautiful blue eyes admired this living masterpiece,never have I seen such a man with such amazing body,I almost choked on my tea when he looked up,catching my stares,he furrowed his dark bushy brows at me,I could see the pain in his eyes,those grey eyes,so intense,so dark,so... I looked away immediately,

“60 pounds!”,a voice shouted,the bidding had began,slaves were sold,when it got to the burly guy I was admiring,the bidding started,dad seemed not to be interested in him,but I was,

“40 pounds and 5 shillings!”,a woman called out,

“100 pounds!”,I shouted,everyone looked up at me,shocked,that was the highest bid,

“150 pounds!”,a man called,

“170 pounds!”,another bidder said,

I grunted,I only had 250 pounds in my piggy bank,well...

“250 pounds!”,I called out,my mum gasped,

“Are you out of your goddamn mind Becky?”,Mum said in hush tones,

“Mother,just look at him,he is capable enough to serve in the farm,he looks like he can harvest 1000 crops in an hour”,I said,

“But...”,mum was trying to say,

“C’mon Mother,pleeeease”,I pleaded,giving her my best big,sorrowful eye,

She sighed,

“All right then”,she said,

I squealed in excitement,hugging her immediately,

“That’s the highest bid we have ever received today,sold”,the merchant said,

I clapped happily,

“Hope you have the money with you?”,Mum asked,

“No mother,but you have the money in your purse”,I said smiling at her,

“You made the bid,you’ve got to pay”,she said,frowning at me,

“The rich elites are here Mother,we don’t want to look like we don’t have money,don’t worry mum,I will give it back ”,I teased,smirking at her

She glared at me,I giggled,getting up from my seat and going down the pavilion as father stood watching his guards shoved the newly bought slaves out of the court,when I came closer to him,Father wasn’t pleased,

“You bought a male slave,a male,not just any kind of slave,A RED INDIAN!...”,he yelled,

I was embarrassed,my head down as he spoke,

“what am I going to do with him in a farm full of male workers,we need fertile black females for breeding not a... GOD!”,He beamed,

“I am sorry father”,I said,my voice low,deep inside me, I wasn’t sorry for my actions,

“Go home!”,he snapped,I regarded him,turning around to leave the court,when I was about entering the carriage Mum and I came in,I saw two of dad’s guards taking the slave into another carriage,he was still in chains and they were shoving him roughly towards it,i briskly walked to where they were,standing in front of him,

“Ma’am,we are about to leave”,one of the guards said,

I glared at him,

“I wanna have a word with him,He is my slave,you should know,I bought him!”,i snapped at him,he went mute,

I glanced back at the slave,

“What are you called?”,I asked quietly,

He was silent,his grey eyes watching me,

“I said,what are you called?!”,I retorted,

He just stood there staring at me,I saw the way his eyes raked my body,staring at my bulging cleavage and then down,slowly staring up into my eyes in a rather flirtatious manner that screamed lust,his lips cornered in a smile,Pervert!,

I slapped him hard across his cheek,making his head tilt to the side,

“You are my slave,I am your mistress ,ANSWER ME!”,I yelled at him,he turned to face me,his eyes gave me this malicious stare,the hate in his eyes intensified,it then softened as he smiled again,

It angered me,how dare he not respond?,I slapped him again,

“ANSWER ME YOU JERK!”,I yelled,Gretchen came to stop me,

“Ma’am Becky,that’s enough,we need to go”,she said,holding me and moving me away from him,

“He is a retard,a good for nothing slave!”,I angrily said as she held my hand,taking me to the carriage,

“Ma’am take a deep breath,he is just trying to get accustomed to...”,

“Accustomed?! He knows his duty is to serve!!”,i said to her,

She stopped walking,turning around to face me,

“Ma’am Becky,he is a slave,I know,I am also your steward,we may matter nothing to you,but we are humans like you,with emotions,don’t forget that”,she said,

I gazed at her,she was right,I allowed my anger take the better the part of me,

I sighed,

“I’m sorry Gretchen,I sincerely apologize”,I said,

She regarded me,

“It’s okay ma’am,you need get into the carriage now”,she said,

I smiled,walking to where the carriage stood and climbing into it as a guard opened the door for me.