Sugar cane

  

The heat was getting to the Englishman. Even after 25 years, he still fought with her. Sweat soaked his clothes, making the ride even more uncomfortable under the midday sun. The squire couldn't get Rihanna out of his head. The dark-skinned girl still had something fresh about her, which was rare.

There were only a few women on Edward's sugar cane plantation because their strength was usually not sufficient. The sugar cane harvest was hard, energy-sapping, men's work. The flow of fresh, strong slaves from Black Africa seemed almost inexhaustible, and so breeding them was hardly worthwhile for the slave owners in the New World. Of course, slave children were born again and again and after 12 or 15 years they grew into full-fledged workers, but this hardly brought any profit.

The plantation owner couldn't take his mind off his new slave. Her inviting pelvis attracted him as much as her chestnut brown, almost black skin. Her innocent eyes and delicate skin made him tingle between his thighs. He lusted after the slave girl that he could have so easily.

Why didn't he just take it? Had Johnson touched her before him? The thought made him feel disgusted. He didn't want to take anything that another man had owned before him. If Alice, his wife, hadn't stained the sheets with her maiden blood on their wedding night, he probably would have beaten her to death. Would Ben do the same with his fiancée? The need for satisfaction grew with every thought that tormented his brain.

Suddenly Edward jerked his stallion's reins around and urged the horse along the narrow path. He gave his horse the whip and forced it into a brutal gallop. Like a man possessed, he raced along the narrow path until he finally saw the river.

Rihanna had meanwhile filled her jugs with water and fearfully saw the rider shooting towards her. Escape was out of the question with their heavy burden. How could she have evaded the obvious will of her owner? So she stood quietly, trembling with fearful anticipation of what was to come.

Edward was a skilled rider. He leaned to the side and grabbed the black slave. The earthenware jar on her head fell to the ground and broke, while the others spilled its contents across the path. He pulled the screaming girl onto the back of his horse and rode on.

The plantation owner had no fear. Nobody could harm him. He rode with the girl back to the river and followed a path north. Edward knew the place well. Here the ground of the jungle was soft.

He skillfully swung himself off his horse and dragged her to the ground with him. Rihanna gasped in pain as her back crashed onto the forest floor. The air left her lungs and tears filled her big eyes. Edward stood over her and pointed his riding crop at her like a sword. She looked up at him in fear as she lay gasping for air on the ground.

His stern and lustful gaze fixed her. The leather tip caressed her body as the stallion, now free, satisfied his hunger. He reached into the delicate buds of a young bush and filled his mouth with them. The horse's smacking sound mingled with her whimpers.

Using the riding crop, he pulled the material from her chest and exposed her firm, young breasts. You could clearly see the black nipples, which stood out even further against her dark brown skin. His smile sends shivers through her body. The slave owner liked her fearful look. He knew that she couldn't defend herself, that she wasn't allowed to defend herself. For this was the first lesson taught to a black slave: the superiority of the white race. It was beaten into their bodies and into their limited minds. Only then could they be used as slaves.

He unzipped his pants and got on his knees next to her. Pristine or not, he wanted her. He wanted this Negro girl who was in his possession. Her body stimulated him, almost drove him crazy. He grabs her breasts and kneads them roughly. He pulled on a nipple. She was still soft, but the female breast bud quickly stiffened under his brutal treatment.

Rihanna breathed quickly. Her chest rose and fell as he knelt between her thighs. Her brown linen apron was quickly pulled over her hips and her black down smiled almost seductively at him. Their looks, on the other hand, were marked by panic. The slave lay frozen beneath him. Her fingers dug helplessly into the loose jungle soil. She did not dare raise her hand against the Lord. Throughout her slave life she was taught obedience and humility. Obedience to the white man. Humility towards men.

She felt his hand between her open thighs. He stroked her reddish, shiny slit. Her female flesh just lay there. His finger probed the black virgin's wet pussy lips. Rihanna had actually never been attached to a man. With the Winrows she had always lived in seclusion in the manor house ever since she came of age, and here with the Northwiks no man had yet been found who would claim her as his own.

Her fear was mixed with monstrous forebodings. She didn't know what would happen to her. All she felt was her master's rough hand, taking possession of her piece by piece. The young woman had often observed other slaves having sex, but it was usually much less brutal. In the slave quarters on the Northwik Plantation there were several couples who often looked for a corner at night where they could have fun undisturbed. The women's sounds testified to their desire. But Rihanna felt above all shame and fear. She was afraid of the unknown, ashamed of the exposed nakedness of her body when the man touched her. Her shame continued, however, as she also felt the awkward excitement of her own body reacting so differently than her mind.

"Very nice, girl! So you really are still a virgin slave cunt." Edward pulled his finger from her wet, tight opening with an archaic smile. Her nectar moistened the tip of his finger and he licked off her virgin juice.

"Please don't, master!" the slave begged desperately.

Edward didn't think about listening to her pleas. He answered her request with a hard slap in the face and said: "You are now on the Northwik plantation and therefore belong to me, Edward Northwik. I will fuck anyone here if I want to. Do you understand that, slave?"

"Yes, Lord," she breathed.

Her cheek burned like fire. Her tearful expression reflected her desperation as the burly white man leaned over her. His sweat dripped onto her exposed, young breasts and his member pressed against her virgin opening. The tip immediately found its way into her dark hole, which had never been touched by a man before.

Rihanna gasped as he pushed further into her. She felt the tugging of her vulva as it reluctantly opened to the intruder. She went through a thousand hellish torments without really being aware of any of them. Her tormentor's strap pushed further into the young woman's wet flesh. He touched her breasts. Kneading them and getting excited by her hard nipples.

Edward enjoyed the black skin of his slave, which he kneaded with all the brutality he never allowed himself to do with his own wife. Alice was a fragile creature and the mother of his children. However, this slave was just human livestock. Like cattle, this negress had no soul, even though God had given her a human body to serve his children.

With a powerful thrust he drove his lance against the young slave's hymen. He stretched it without piercing it. Like every man, Edward particularly enjoyed this moment. Only a few slave pussies remained untouched until the children became real women. In Rihanna's case it was even more special as the black mare was an extraordinary beauty.

The slave owner's withdrawal from her vagina made Rihanna breathe a sigh of relief for a moment, but her joy only lasted a blink of an eye, then he pushed mercilessly into her stomach and pierced her hymen, which tore painfully. The slave knew pain, but this kind was new to her. Her young body arched and stretched as he buried half of his phallus inside her.

Freshly lubricated with her pleasure nectar and her virgin blood, he withdrew slightly from the dark-skinned girl's narrow channel. Drops of sweat stood out on her skin and gave her a special appeal in the falling midday sun. Then he pushed into her again. Driven his meat deeper into hers, conquering the girl's black body.

Rihanna couldn't take it anymore. She screamed in pain and shame. Her hands weakly slapped at her master, who only got excited by her resistance. His hand sought hers, caught her, and pressed her to the ground with his weight. His pelvis pushed her slender thighs wide apart. Her bare feet flailed helplessly in the air. His loins continually drove his strap in and out of her tight hole. Red blood ran down her thighs and dripped onto the forest floor.

Every thrust of his lust drove his ecstatic desire to a peak and Rihanna's body couldn't escape this drive either. Caught in a frenzy of shame, pain and primitive excitement, the Negro girl screamed into the forest, which repeatedly reflected the echo of this fight.

Edward also panted loudly. His sweat dripped onto his helpless victim's breasts and face. He coated her with his juices, driving his penis deep against her young womb. Each of his thrusts into her stomach made her scream loudly, his weight pushing the air out of her lungs and making her roll her eyes. The whites of her eyes gave her dark brown face a ghostly quality.

Soon Rihanna could only see the man in a blur. Her consciousness left and the young slave disappeared into another world. She still felt his thrusts. She smelled his breath covering her wet skin. She heard his loud screams and groans, which resulted in ecstatic cheers. Then she felt the twitch in her stomach. She felt his seed squirt against her cervix. Her body absorbed all of this. But she could no longer place it. Because she sank into a pleasurable and at the same time painful twitching, which separated her mind from her body and caused her to fall into a deep, black hole.

Evening had fallen when Rihanna came to. Her body burned like fire and her eyes struggled to find their way in the diffuse light. She felt a burning sensation on her vagina, which became even more painful when she sat up. The plantation owner's juices were still dripping from her body. His seed rested inside her. It mixed with her virgin blood and vaginal fluids. This secretion ran down her thighs as the slave struggled to get herself up.

She covered her violated body with the rags she had for clothing. She grabbed the two still intact jugs and staggered back to camp. Surely she would be whipped if she got there so late. Because a black slave could not expect pity.

***

Kabona crept through the undergrowth. He had worked hard in the field all day. The tall black African was not born a slave and still had the natural pride of a chief's son. An enemy tribe had kidnapped him and his sister and sold them as slaves to the white man. A terrible fate that he would have loved to escape by dying in battle. But the gods meant something different about him.

The white men kept him like cattle as he matured from a boy to a man. But the glow of a warrior had not faded from his dark eyes. After work he had sneaked out to look for Rihanna. When she didn't come back this afternoon, he already suspected that something had happened. He had seen the animalistic lust in the white man's eyes. Now he wanted to take a look, to perhaps save what perhaps could no longer be saved.

Rihanna reminded Kabona of his sister, who was separated from him after the crossing. Perhaps this was the reason why the young tribal warrior from Africa put himself at this risk, and despite the risk of painful punishment, to look after her. But maybe it was something else. Maybe it was fate?