Sandra wedding

 

 A wedding has always been a special moment in a woman's life. For Sandra, however, the path there was like entering hell. She had been living on the Northwik slave plantation for a few weeks now and experienced every day what humans could do to humans. As Ben Northwik's fiancée, she was caught up in the surreal life alongside the plantation owner's family. This commanded several dozen slaves, most of whom had to toil all day in the sugar cane fields.

At least most of them, but not all. Naomi was one of the black slaves who served in the Northwik mansion. Sandra quickly realized that her job wasn't just about cleaning the house and cooking. Both the squire and his son, her fiancé, enjoyed satisfying their lust for the dark-skinned girl who was about their age.

They had little regard for the feelings of Alice, the plantation owner's wife, or for their own. The men often took care of their own, brutal desire. It was a game in which the roles of winners and losers were clearly assigned. Ben had called Naomi into the room the future couple shared. Sandra lay in bed and desperately covered her nakedness.

Ben had led Naomi to the bed after satisfying his lust for Sandra, as he had done so often in the last few weeks. Her father had given them to the plantation owner's son as damaged goods. In his eyes, she was a whore who had gotten involved with a hated pirate. Ben shared this view and showed little emotion for his rich bride. His job was to produce an heir for her father and his. There was an easy way to do this. After this duty, which he also performed before their official wedding, he relaxed.

Ben was a sadist. Like his father, he had no respect for women and delighted in punishing them with the whip. A few weeks ago he whipped a slave for the first time in Sandra's presence. He had seen the fear in her eyes and it excited him to see her suffering.

Naomi had to take off her simple dress and now stood naked in front of the future husband and wife's bed. Her light brown skin testified to her mixed race ancestry. Sandra didn't know who Naomi's father was, but she guessed Edward. The plantation owner seemed only too happy to satisfy his sexual excitement on his slaves. She shuddered at the thought of what Ben would do to his own half-sister.

"Look at her!" Ben hissed as his blonde fiancée tried to avert her gaze from the naked slave. She was ashamed. Not just for her own nakedness, which she did not adequately hide under the thin blanket. No, the sight of another naked woman also made her blush even more.

In the past few weeks she had seen more nudity on the sugar cane plantation than in her entire previous life. Her eyes had repeatedly caught glimpses of the well-built male bodies of the slave workers. She had secretly compared her to John. The dark-skinned pirate who had first captured her heart and her body. At the sight of these men she even felt a secret longing. However, it was different with Naomi.

“Do you like her?” Ben asked, brushing his hand over the reluctantly squirming dark-skinned woman. He cupped her breasts with his hands and kneaded her stiff nipples. Naomi maintained the given position and bit her lip to prevent a soft moan. The young gentleman's treatment stimulated her primitive desires and humiliated her to the utmost. Now it was her turn to avoid Sandra's eyes. Her body was well illuminated by the light of the oil lamps, which were arranged in almost lavish splendor in the room of the mansion.

The girl of the same age was sitting huddled in her bed. Her long blonde hair fell disorderly over her face and the blanket now served as a powerless bulwark against Ben's cruel desires.

"Do you like it?" the young gentleman from Northwik repeated his question, adopting an imperious tone that was unusual for a boy of his age.

Sandra winced and, afraid of saying nothing, breathed a quiet "A little" into her bedsheet, which was pulled up to her mouth. She didn't want to give Ben the satisfaction of a straight answer. She didn't want him to be able to use them for any perverted games.

“So you like our black beauty?”

Ben's hand slowly moved down from the slave's breasts. His rough fingertips slid over her flat stomach and finally reached the young woman's privates. Desperately, she clung to the pillars of the four-poster bed, which at night was surrounded by a thin net to protect against mosquitoes. Sandra now shook her head silently, but Ben didn't elaborate.

"Well, you'll get to know each other even better."

His words sent a chill down the blonde girl's spine. What was he planning to do? The slave held on to the bars of the bed and lowered her head. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders to her almost teasingly hanging breasts, which fit the delicate but very feminine figure of the mulatto.

Ben enjoyed twirling his slave's hard, dark nipples. His hot breath touched her neck and light goosebumps formed on her back as a shiver ran through her playmate. She fought against the humiliating excitement. She knew it was wrong to give herself to him, and yet she couldn't help but experience feelings of lust when he was so incredibly tender.

For Ben Northwik, however, tenderness was the ultimate act of cruelty. His fingers slid down to the slave's narrow fur and massaged another woman's privates in front of Sandra's eyes. Now Naomi couldn't help it. She moaned and so Ben's fiancée had to watch as he gave pleasure to another woman while he only took her into her unprepared opening. Even now her own slit was only wet with the sperm that he had injected into her slit this evening after a few minutes of brutal thrusting.

The mulatto writhed her pelvis ever more passionately while her master skillfully rubbed her clitoris with his fingers. The boy knew very well how to deal with a woman's desire. He could lead a woman to the gates of heaven, but he loved to cast her into hell afterwards.

Naomi's moans became louder and louder and she rubbed her pelvis passionately against his. She rubbed herself on his cock while Ben looked into the eyes of his long-suffering fiancée. He saw shame and fear in her delicate face, hugged by blonde hair. His finger was now completely wet with Naomi's juice and she panted and moaned, freed from her last inhibitions. The slave knew the pleasure all too well. She had lived in the Northwik home long enough to have been of sexual service to everyone in the family. Anyone except Alice, Ben's mother.

"My future wife seems to like it too." He smiled and let go of the slave. "Or am I wrong?"

He took a few steps around the bed and held his finger, dripping with Naomi's juice, to her nose. "Here smell. That's what a dog in heat smells like!"

Sandra wanted to turn her head away, not wanting to endure the degrading scent of another woman. But Ben reached for her blanket and tore it out of her hand with a jerk, so that she lay completely naked on the bed. She cowered in embarrassment but then he harshly shouted at her: "Come on, spread your legs!"

When she didn't react immediately, he grabbed her by the hair and slapped the unruly fiancée. Sandra gasped. She had received slaps from men many times in her life. They were all men of power. Her father, the wealthy businessman, the priest, and now her fiancé joined the ranks of these men. She was still sitting huddled on the bed and again she had to endure a strong slap in the face. A loud bang echoed through the room, making even Naomi jump. Sandra's head snapped to the side and tears flowed.

"I said, spread your legs! Don't you dare resist or I'll drag you down and tie you to the post, woman!" Ben snapped. "You know exactly what I'm capable of with the whip. And no one, especially not your father, will object if I punish you with the bullwhip!"

His words hit her harder than the punches had. She remembered all too well the night the plantation owner's son whipped the runaway slave Rihanna half to death. Her eyes met his. He stood naked next to her bed. In his eyes she found madness, yes this boy was just as mad as the world in which she lived. She had no doubt about his words. In this world, a human life mattered no more than the property or name attached to it. As a merchant's daughter rejected by her own father, she had nothing, she was nothing. Just a piece of meat that could be handled in the same way as the dark-skinned slave who stood before her with her head bowed. She hesitantly opened her thighs.

"Very good," Ben smiled happily. "Naomi kneel on the bed between her thighs and lick her pussy! Go!"

The two young women looked at him in shock. His instruction was disgusting and degrading. For Sandra in particular, the shock was so deep that she only noticed what was really happening when Naomi had already placed herself between her head between her open thighs and hesitantly obeyed Ben's orders. The boy crept around the bed like a big cat. He had picked up his riding crop and was waving it around wildly.

Naomi caught the taste of Ben's seed in Sandra's vulva as she ran her tongue through the white woman's pussy lips. She knew Ben's tastes all too well. She often had to kneel down in front of him to satisfy his desire with her mouth. In comparison, licking the young woman's soft opening was almost relaxing. She had long since lost her disgust and did it with a certain routine, while Sandra lay helplessly trapped in her role on the bed.

The slave hoped that this act of love was all Ben needed her to be. But their hope was not fulfilled. The plantation owner's son took his position behind the mulatto and opened a new chapter in his cruel game. A wave of pain coursed through Naomi's body as the riding crop snapped across her bottom. Her lovely, expansive pelvis offered plenty of flesh for the boy to hit and pound. She tried to pull away from him and his second blow only grazed her.

"Show me your black ass, slave. If you try to take it away from me again, you'll be staked." The Lord curses loudly.

He hit her firm, buxom ass again with full force and this time hit exactly his target, which this time stayed still. "Forgive me, Lord!" Naomi gasped, almost dazed by the pain.

"Hold it out to me while you lick my fiancée's pussy. If she cums in front of me, the spanking will stop. So try hard or your ass will regret it!"

***

Nora looked jealously at the spectacle that was taking place in her brother's room. She looked through a small crack in the door and saw the slave licking her future sister-in-law's cunt. She could see Sandra's face, helplessly clutching her fingers into the sheet. Naomi's tongue stroke was very skillful and drove the young woman towards the unwanted and yet secretly longed for climax. It was a sweet torture with which the slave pleased the master's bride.

The slave herself had a completely different experience. She winced every time Ben hit her fleshy bottom with the riding crop, leaving red welts on her dark skin. A sharp moan escaped her lips and her dark eyes began to shine. They were unheeded tears that no one felt sorry for the mulatto. Neither Ben, who enjoyed the torment of the two girls, nor Sandra, who hated Naomi for the degrading pleasure she received from the tongue of a woman, a slave.

Nora also silently cursed her brother for daring to misuse her toy. It was Nora who initiated Naomi into the forbidden art of female love. Naomi had often lain at night in Nora's small room between the young mistress' open thighs and brought her to a virginal climax. Nora felt that the fact that the slave was now licking someone else's pussy was a betrayal. Now she had to rub her little bud between her thighs herself while she continued to secretly watch the action.

***

“You probably like being licked by another woman!” Ben panted heavily. "Better than me fucking you? Better than your fiancé fucking you?"

Sandra only noticed his words from a distance. She lay completely naked on the large bed while the slave's head between her thighs produced more and more pleasure in her. She heard the loud slap of the riding crop on Naomi's bare ass. Deep inside she felt for the slave because she knew after that night that her bottom would also feel her husband's crop at some point.

She kept thinking about the night with John. She thought of the man who had taught her love. It was John's image, the image of the dark-skinned pirate, that she had before her eyes as she finally had a clearly visible orgasm with wild twitches and gasps. She reared up and screamed her desperate desire into the dark plantation mansion.

Sandra remained lying on the bed, half dazed and sweating. Her wet slit was still twitching slightly and glistening in the light of the oil lamps. Ben had stopped hitting Naomi and walked to the edge of his fiancée's bed. The leather that had previously kissed the slave's dark ass now slid over the white beauty's delicate skin.

At first she didn't notice how he stroked her curves and almost caressed the girl's firm, pretty breasts with the riding crop. Only when he pulled the leather through her wet pussy did Sandra open her eyes and see her future husband's malicious grin.

"You must have had a lot of fun with her. I will ask father to let us use her as a body slave for our new household." He gave her a light blow between her thighs with the leather. She jumped in panic. "Don't worry. I'll get you used to the whip once we're married. That'll be in seven days."