Humid Air

 

The humid air of the tropical island made even the dark-skinned Naomi sweat. Beads of sweat were clearly visible on her bare skin as she uncertainly followed her white mistress through the jungle. She was only wearing a collar, which the mistress had put on her on the property after she had taken the dress from her. Naomi wasn't used to being naked. She normally served in the Northwik Plantation household. She helped her mother with household chores and served as a kind of maid to the white women.

Of course there was another use for the girl who was already born into slavery. Edward Northwik and his son, like all slaves, used them to their hearts' content for their own dark fantasies that they could not live out with their wives. But it wasn't just the men of the Northwik family who had dark fantasies. Nora, the plantation owner's eighteen-year-old daughter, also enjoyed living out her otherwise repressed sexuality on her slave of the same age, whom she had known since early childhood. She was a beast that was in no way inferior to her brother.

Nora had the slave before dawn. She now led Naomi on a leash like a dog while she rode a horse herself. The path through the thicket was not without danger. The girl had already made painful contact several times with thin branches that fell on her skin like natural whips. Every time she had to endure the lustful gaze of her mistress, who delighted in her loud cries of pain.

Luckily, soft leaves, grass and moss covered the ground so her bare feet didn't hurt too much. Nevertheless, the horse's fast pace was torture for the black slave, who had already been running behind for more than an hour. The chain around her neck tightened every time she didn't keep up quickly enough, and Nora did nothing to relieve it. On the contrary. Whenever Naomi stumbled, she kept pulling on the leash and choking her until her lungs hurt and all she could do was wheeze. She showed her exactly that she held her life in her hands and then gave her a few small blows with the riding crop on her pretty, dark breasts.

The slave didn't know why the young mistress was doing this. She was not aware of any guilt herself, but she also knew that the white masters never needed a reason to punish their slave. They just enjoyed being cruel. Naomi just hoped she wouldn't have to suffer for too long. Yesterday was her brother's wedding. Did something about the celebration upset her? Naomi was glad that her brother Ben hadn't called her into his room again, but instead spent their wedding night alone with his poor wife. She had been relieved when Nora and not Ben had woken her up. However, doubts began to creep in as they moved further and further away from the property.

***

Nora rode the narrow path through the jungle for a reason. She wanted to indulge her dark desires far away from the sugar cane plantation. There, where no one saw her with her slave and Naomi's screams went unheard. As the daughter of the plantation owner, she was not allowed to show her true nature openly. She had to hide behind the rules that applied to a daughter from a good family, but at the same time restricted her as if she were a slave herself. She wasn't even allowed to invite any of the well-built men into her bed, as her brother and father constantly did with the female slaves. This injustice embittered Nora and made her heart boil with anger.

She had secretly watched her brother making love with his wife. He showed his love for her with his cane and his strap. He used both mercilessly and made his wife fight against the shackles of marriage, whimpering and with tears in her eyes. Nora was excited by this game of power. She enjoyed watching others being tormented, as if other people's torments were a secret release from her closed desires.

Nora kept looking back from her horse to her little dog. Yes, that's what she called Naomi sometimes. The young slave was half-blood, half black, half white. She was the daughter of one of the oldest slaves on the plantation and Nora assumed that she was actually Nora's half-sister. However, this circumstance in no way led to a milder behavior towards the girl with whom she had grown up. On the contrary. It made her even angrier inside that she might spring from her father's loins. Just as it made her angry that Naomi had often been abused by her brother to satisfy his lusts. Even though the slave actually couldn't do anything about it, the young mistress still felt it was a betrayal, because after all, she was the one who had once introduced Naomi to sexual life. At least Naomi had received her first climax from Nora's curious tongue.

The sun was already high on the horizon when they finally reached the destination of their journey. It was impossible to see the small hut from a distance. Edward Northwik had it built before Nora was born. It was now half-ruined and surrounded by jungle. A few months ago, Nora discovered her on one of her excursions. Now it should serve as a playground for her and her little dog.

Nora pulled on the leash and looked back at Naomi, who was standing behind her, naked and completely covered in sweat. Her loud panting was clearly audible as she exhaustedly gasped for air. The mistress swung herself from the back of her horse and, still with the leash in her hand, strode into the deserted house. The wooden door creaked ominously as they entered. Nora noticed the slave flinch. Perhaps this primitive creature believed in ghosts, even though there were much more real dangers for her.

"Kneel on the floor in the middle of the room," Nora ordered. Naomi obeyed immediately. Kneeling was another torture in her exhausted state, but she obeyed, knowing that the alternative would be even more painful.

She lit some oil lamps that she had brought with her over the past few months. The warm light quickly illuminated the room and caught Naomi's sweaty skin. The air was still hot and humid. Naomi, who had walked all the way, struggled with the heat, but Nora seemed to enjoy it. Her white linen shirt clung to her breasts, an exciting feeling for her, in which her nakedness was revealed and hidden at the same time. She also wore a brown leather skirt, under which an airy train repeatedly caressed her exposed private parts. That was all the white mistress had on her body. A diabolical smile played across her face as she approached her slave and slowly lifted her skirt.

"You were unfaithful to me," she hissed, holding the hem of her skirt in one hand while in the other she placed the riding crop like a dagger at Naomi's throat.

"Forgive me, Mistress!" the slave gasped in fear. She had never been this far from the relative safety of the mansion. She only knew the plantation and change was rarely a good thing for a slave.

"Should I forgive you?" Nora smiled, her white teeth flashing like little daggers between her pale lips. “Did you like it?”

"What?" Naomi asked confused. She immediately received a small, painful blow on the cheek with the riding crop. It hurt, but not as painful as the shame those questions made her feel.

"My sister-in-law's cunt? You licked it, didn't you?" hissed the mistress.

"Yes, no, I didn't want it!" She was too exhausted to think clearly.

"How? Don't you like licking pussies?" Nora asked in a velvety tone.

***

Naomi looked uncertainly up at her mistress with her dark doe eyes. She had now lifted her skirt so far that from her kneeling position she could take a look at her labia, which were covered in dark down and stood out clearly from the otherwise completely pale skin. She smelled the excitement of this female ford. Very slowly, the leather-wrapped rod caressed her cheek, sending stimulating shivers through her body as she was simultaneously plagued by fear and exhaustion.

What was she supposed to answer? She knew that Nora would beat her no matter what, a thought that frightened but somehow also excited the black slave. The young mistress was now back in that familiar mood. She felt her rod now moving along her neck, over her cleavage, down to her breasts. She circled her atria with the tip of her riding crop, causing a pleasant tingling sensation that spread from her stiffening nipples to her abdomen.

"Speak!" she ordered the mistress and, as if to underline her command, gave her a chastising blow on each of her firm, well-developed breasts. Naomi gasped. The click of the rod quickly faded away, but the burning sensation on her skin remained.

"Yes, Mistress," she finally stammered.

“Yes, mistress, and what?” she asked and immediately gave her slave a few more extremely painful blows on her naked, dark brown skin.

Tears wet Naomi's eyes. A few welts were already clearly visible on her breasts. However, the physical pain wasn't everything. The words her mistress demanded of her had a special degree of humiliation in them. It was one thing to do something, but quite another to say it openly. She would rather let herself be beaten or staked by men's hard cocks than say something like that openly.

When Naomi still didn't obey, Nora let the hem of her dress fall back down and grabbed the leash instead. With a jerk, the collar tightened around the slave's throat and she gasped desperately and grabbed her neck with both hands to defend herself against the tightening chain.

"You stupid, dirty little bitch!" Nora hissed and dragged the still kneeling slave girl towards her on the leash. Her tongue bulged out of her mouth and her eyes widened as she helplessly flailed her arms around, repeatedly groping for the links of the chain to free herself from the merciless stranglehold. However, the mistress showed no mercy and continued to choke her until Naomi briefly lost consciousness.

***

When Naomi woke up she was standing upright in the room. Her throat still hurt and she felt the burning sensation on her breasts. But above all, she felt a painful pulling on her arms, which were stretched upwards. While she was unconscious, Nora had bound her wrists with a hemp rope and thrown it over the massive roof beam to pull her slave up. The other end of the rope was now tied to a post. But that's not enough. Nora had also tied her slave's slender ankles with hemp ropes and then pulled them outwards and tied them to two parallel support pillars so that her slender legs were spread uncomfortably wide.

Almost all of her weight was now hanging on her arms and her strained muscles and tendons screamed for relief throughout her body. She desperately tried to pull her legs together to shift some of her weight onto them. Nora watched the slave closely and smiled slyly as she looked at her work of art in the light of the oil lamps. She herself had unlaced her shirt and so the tender buds of her breasts were always teasingly visible.

"You have disappointed me very much. You dirty little bitch!" hissed Nora. The riding crop rested in her hand again. She let them snap through the air several times. The rod, wrapped in black leather, sliced ​​through the air. Naomi winced in her unforgiving bonds. She knew that her mistress enjoyed this game and would torment her for a long time. She could beg for mercy, but Nora had already explained to her several times that she hated this behavior and punished it additionally.

"You might be wondering how I'm going to punish you, right?" Like a big cat, the white mistress sneaked around the victim, who was helplessly hanging in her chains. She placed the tip of the rod between her thighs. She slowly glided over the sensitive dark skin, under which the tense muscles were clearly visible. Slowly it moved higher and penetrated Naomi's crack. The wet, pink flesh hiding between her pussy lips became visible for a moment, and the slave had to let out an indignant moan that reflected the entire contradiction in which she found herself.

Then, without warning, the mistress gave her a powerful blow to her bare pussy. The sound echoed loudly through the room. Naomi cried out in despair, writhing in the ropes as the sudden pain overwhelmed her. She floundered like a fish in a net and couldn't get free. Exhausted, she finally came to rest, but was unable to forget the pulling between taverns, which almost drove her crazy.

"You can open your little whore mouth!", laughed Nora and continued to play with Naomi's burning vulva with the riding crop. She leaned over and licked her slave's sweaty neck with her tongue. She enjoyed the mix of fear, excitement and pain that was reflected in her sweat. With her other hand she stroked the girl's burning vulva and let it produce sweet nectar of pleasure. She slowly took the rod from her and let it disappear from her sight.

Naomi was trapped and couldn't defend herself against the tender touch. Every attempt to fight it seemed hopeless from the start, and so she endured the delicious pleasure that pushed away the pain and wrapped her in her arms again. The mistress licked her sweaty skin and played around her shiny pussy with her fingers, while at the same time she gave her several small strokes with the crop on her thighs and her firm bottom.

The slave fought desperately against pleasure and pain. She squirmed and rubbed herself against her mistress's body, who clung closely to her and repeatedly caressed her neck with light kisses and bites. Her delicate white breasts poked teasingly out of her untied shirt. Her pink nipples caressed Naomi's dark skin. Her fingers slid into the slave girl's dark cave again and again in a quick rhythm, while she brought the rod down to her bottom in the same rhythm. Numerous small welts appeared on her dark brown skin, forming burning patterns. Her vulva was glowing with excitement and at the same time her whole ass seemed to be on fire. Seized by lust, she writhed, moaned and panted, like an animal that only knew its animal instincts.

"So, bitch, what's wrong?" she asked Nora again in a breathy voice as she licked her earlobe. “Do you like licking pussies?”

“Yes, yes,” panted Naomi, who was now unabashedly panting towards a climax. She couldn't take it anymore, she didn't want to be ashamed anymore. Now that her mistress's fingers were digging into her core and even the quick slaps on her bottom tasted like sweet kisses, she could no longer deny her anything. Through tears of pleasure she burst out: "I like to lick your cunt, Mistress! I like to lick it!"

She screamed, howled and moaned as her tight cleft tightened around Nora's fingers, almost smothering them. Helpless from her orgasm, blood rushed through her body. Ecstatic twitches of a forced climax, to which the slave nevertheless gave herself with full pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and once again the night enveloped her as she passed out again, saliva dripping from her mouth onto her breasts.