I love you

 

From the outside it might have looked like the fair-skinned girl was wandering aimlessly through the tropical jungle, but Nora knew exactly what she was looking for. Using a white linen cloth, she collected some green perennials that grew along a small stream. She didn't use the cloth to avoid getting dirty. No, it served primarily as protection. She knew all too well the painful effects of these nettle bushes. As a child, she once fell from a horse into a bush like this and got burning welts all over her body. For hours, even days, it itched and burned everywhere.

That was a long time ago, but for the young mistress, this experience was something that now gave her the inspiration for a new torture that she could inflict on her bound slave. A smile crossed her youthful face as she thought about what she could do with Naomi. A breeze caught her dark hair, revealing the European woman's particularly pale skin.

She had grown up with a slave of about the same age and had learned early on how attractive this girl was to her. As the daughter of the plantation owner, it was easy for her to get the house slave to oblige her again and again. Now that they had both matured into young women, childish games were no longer enough. Just like her father and brother abused the slaves of the sugar cane plantation for their pleasure, she too wanted to get her pleasure and satisfaction from the black gold that worked for her.

Of course it was a lot more difficult for Nora. She had to meet the slave in secret and had therefore taken her to a half-ruined hut in the jungle. As a woman, she was not allowed to express her sexuality openly. Especially not with another woman.

After she had collected enough small torture instruments, Nora undeterred returned to the very hut where Naomi was still tied to a rafter and standing with her legs spread on two wooden blocks, waiting for her. She opened the door and looked into the slave's relieved face. Naomi stood exactly as Nora had left her.

“Good thing,” Nora praised the dark-skinned girl and placed the bundle of nettles on the table next to her playmate. The black African woman's dark eyes looked anxiously at the plants that she knew just as well as the white mistress.

"Please, please let me go, Mistress. I will do anything you ask of me," she pleaded. Naomi had been in this uncomfortable position all day. Her naked body was marked with small welts that Nora had hit her with the riding crop out of pure sadism.

***

What was going on in there? Mister Johnson lost his curiosity when Nora Northwik returned with a bundle of herbs. He couldn't make any sense of what this little witch was planning to do with it. His fingers brushed against his chin as he struggled to hear. But it didn't help.

Herbs always had something magical about them and the manager of the sugar cane plantation couldn't do anything with them. He simply lacked the interest and the knowledge. So the beefy man thought everyone who did this was wizards and witches. It was probably also due to his disdain for those who knew. Knowledge of herbs and their effects was widespread, especially among many slaves who came fresh to the plantation from the mystical depths of the jungle. On the other hand, however, they hardly spoke the language of their new masters and were therefore considered stupid by Johnson.

The fact that Nora was now also working with plants made his curiosity finally prevail. From his hiding place he went to the hut. He wanted to peek through a crack. He had waited for hours and listened to the screamed song of pain and pleasure that the young mistress had elicited from her slave. Now he wanted to see, wanted to understand what was going on in this little witch's house in the middle of the jungle.

***

Nora grabbed a long nettle from the bundle she had freshly picked. Naomi didn't know the plant. The tied girl looked fearfully into her mistress's eyes. She didn't know what to expect. However, she suspected it. Nora would beat her with it, whip her, as she had done before with the leather whip, because the girl had never had any doubts about the cruelty and the white people.

But she was far wrong in her assumption of what Nora would do to her. Instead of whipping Naomi, Nora gently slid the leaves over the petite slave girl's nut-brown skin. She slowly moved it up her thighs, over her bottom and to her sweaty stomach, which caught the light from the oil lamp.

The shirt Nora was wearing clung tightly to her skin due to the sweat and although you couldn't see much through it. This still revealed her beautiful, feminine curves, which were firm and at the same time quite pronounced without appearing really voluptuous. Naomi, however, didn't have a moment to concentrate on her mistress's charms. Small shivers ran through her tense body as the plant's poison seeped into her. It wasn't real pain, more of a pulling sensation that increased in intensity with every heartbeat.

The wick of the oil lamp flickered, casting a diabolical shadow on Nora's face as she slid the nettle rod around the African girl's dark curves. She immediately felt a tightening in her breasts and, to Nora's delight, whimpered even louder.

"You like that, you bitch!" she teased the slave, who didn't dare answer. Instead, she chewed her lips and tensed up to the limit.

The plantation owner's daughter savored this moment. She knew that the leaves of the cane had soon delivered almost all of the poison to her victim, who now developed imperceptible pustules on her dark skin. Of course she could take a new rod from her bundle of perennials, but she wasn't finished with it yet. She reached out and asked again, "Do you like it?"

Her voice was like that of the serpent who seduced Eve in paradise. Sweet, enticing and yet full of poison. The girl's bound body writhed desperately and trembled with waves of flaming nettle stings. Naomi looked at the long, leafy stalk in Nora's hand. She knew that any answer would mean pain, and so she remained frozen in silence, waiting for the inevitable blow that the young mistress loved to punish the girl with.

The nettle swooped down on her breasts. Biting pain flared across her feminine curves, eliciting a barking scream from the girl as her body bucked. Leaves came loose from the force of the blow and sailed to the ground. A long red streak ran across her breasts. Her body shook wildly and it was only with great difficulty that she was able to hold herself on the wooden blocks, which almost toppled over.

Nora also groaned loudly at the blow. It had nothing to do with pain, however, but with the almost fanatical excitement that came from the feeling of seeing the African girl tremble under the blow. A broad smile crossed her euphoric face as she held the shattered nettle stalk in her hands, like the flaccid member of a man who had just shot his load.

***

Johnson peered into the cabin through a narrow slit, drooling. He had often seen a body bend under the whip. However, the skill with which the master's daughter worked on the slave's body took his breath away.

So she performed a dance with the thin bushes that nature offered her and still managed to make the girl's body writhe even after they met, like a caught eel. His gaze was fixed on the welted body, its nut-brown skin flickering in the dim light.

He enjoyed watching her struggle not to lose her footing on the two wooden stilts and fall. A great idea of ​​how to increase the torment of a slave without much external violence and how the torture could be extended for hours without causing any real damage to the goods. Edward Northwik's daughter was truly a natural.

Unsure if she was a witch or just a twisted bitch, he looked at the young woman standing next to the slave. She dropped the spent rod only to grab a small clump of the long green plants. Now he recognized her. Nettles and the moment Nora walked with this little bouquet between Naomi's thighs, the entire vileness of this woman was revealed to him.

As the dark-skinned beauty's whimpers grew louder, a shiver ran through him. The strong man shivered as he watched her slowly move over the sensitive, unprotected skin of the girl, who couldn't defend herself without losing her balance. At the same time as that shiver, his phallus, which was pressed against his pants, also hurt. It was too exciting to see that subtle torture. Felt with the girl, who now screamed loudly. He held on to the wooden wall convulsively, forgetting all caution. The dilapidated wood creaked and the young Northwik almost noticed the peeping Tom watching her through a crack in the closed window bars. Only her playmate's scream prevented her from hearing it.

***

It was a scream that was not caused by brute force, but by thousands of tiny, burning stings that the nettle left on her skin. Infinitely slowly, Nora stroked the girl with the plant and finally slid over her unprotected privates. The screaming and crying became hysterical. Naomi fidgeted as if on red-hot coals, trying to squeeze her forced-open thighs together as much as she could without falling off.

Nora Northwik smiled happily as she saw the suffering in the eyes of her slave, who found herself so helplessly trapped. Trapped by an indescribable burning sensation between her thighs. She stroked the wet vulva several times and spread more poison. Small hairs on the surface of the leaves penetrated her skin. Despite the tender touch, they made invisible wounds and drove the burning substance deeper under the skin.

"I promised you a punishment that you won't forget so quickly. Are you feeling your punishment?" asked Nora mockingly, almost dying of delight. "Do you like her?"

Naomi couldn't answer that. The burning curse that hit her when her mistress worked her sex with the nettle leaves was too intense. The mistress wiggled between her still slightly open thighs like a feather duster.

"Do you like it? Go on! Speak!", she said and went to cover the tormented shame with light strokes of her natural whip. This made the burning and pulling intensify again and reached the point where Naomi finally didn't care about anything.

"Yessssssssssssssssssssss out!" she screamed desperately and at the same moment fell off the wooden blocks, which had already wobbled dangerously and were now tipping away. After half a heartbeat of falling, the restraints brutally caught her weight, leaving her dangling from her overstretched arms. Her body rebelled against the ordeal as her joints and muscles were strained to the limit.

Without noticing the man who was watching her through a slit, Nora circled around the dark-skinned girl, who was now hanging from the rafters, moaning in pain. She still held the nettles in her hand like a bouquet of flowers and waited for Naomi's body to slowly get used to the new strain.

And really: the slave's unrestrained, hysterical screaming slowly turned into a quiet whimper. Tears flowed and her vigorous fidgeting became a weak twitch. Now she was ready for the bouquet, because Nora was still holding it in her hands and was reaching for it. The young woman brought the bundle down onto Naomi's back and brushed the nettle leaves across it. The crying girl screamed again while Nora lunged again. She waited a moment until the scream died down. Only then did she use all her strength to smash the bushes on her slave's violated body, leaving behind deep, dark marks flanked by small red welts.

Naomi's lungs gave everything until she finally ran out of air to scream. The burning aching, the pain in her joints, all faded as her body went limp and her head hung downward.

***

There was a moment of silence and Johnson also held his breath in tension. He didn't know if the girl was dead or just unconscious. He waited, completely motionless. Nora smiled diabolically. In the light of the oil lamp her face appeared even more frightening. Naked madness was reflected in Nora's eyes as Johnson looked directly into them for a moment. At that moment he really thought he was looking into the eyes of the person incarnate, who stood in the form of the white, dark-haired girl right next to the slave girl who was dangling lifelessly from the rafters.

He, who usually treated the slaves so brutally, felt afraid at this moment. He was not afraid for the slave. He was afraid of what he had seen. No doubt about it - the plantation owner's daughter was truly a witch possessed by the devil.

What should he do? The fear grew stronger and stronger and finally took control of the plantation manager, who was otherwise driven by lust and self-confidence. He tore himself away from the window and fled. As if bitten by a tarantula, he ran into the jungle and to his horse, which he had tied far away from the hut. He ran away as fast as his legs could carry him, the witch turning him white as a sheet.

He had to get away from here. He had to flee, flee from the witch. Quickly, before she overwhelmed him too.

***

Nora let go of the nettle rods and they fell to the ground as she tenderly stroked the girl's unconscious body. She kissed him lovingly. Her fingers played around her pubis and nipples. Naomi's body hardly reacted to the touch and yet Nora thought she heard a soft moan as she plunged her fingers into the girl's pleasure cave. For a few heartbeats she filled that intimate space she had visited so many times. Satisfied, Nora felt the slight twitch of that feminine cathedral that claimed her only as her own, even though her brother and father had already visited her several times. Now, in this moment, it was hers alone.

She slowly withdrew her fingers and held them to her nose. She smelled Naomi's juice. How good the slave smelled when fear and desperation brought her body into overdrive. She kissed Naomi's neck, licked the salty sweat from her bare skin and whispered softly, "I promised you a punishment. Now my work is over. Time for some fun."

She released her slave's bonds. The mistress had to support the body of her beloved slave as she slowly let the almost lifeless body slide to the ground. The black beauty lay motionless in Nora's arms while she ran her fingers through her wet hair.

"You poor thing. How much you had to suffer," breathed the young mistress. "But I had to punish you because you were unfaithful to me. You understand that, right?"

Naomi's mind was still distant and so all that came out was a quiet whimper, which with a lot of imagination could be interpreted as "yes". A smile appeared on the girl's face as she held the black slave in her arms like a life-sized doll.

"I love you, Naomi," Nora whispered, leaning over the girl's head. Her lips lovingly touched those of the slave and kissed her.