The Wild

 

The wild activities of Nora and poor Naomi had not gone unnoticed. Mister Johnson, the manager of the Northwik plantation, had followed the two young women to the abandoned hut. He knew this place as he knew the entire property. That's why he managed to park his horse far enough away from Nora's hiding place unnoticed and, armed only with his bullwhip, made it to the half-ruined hut.

At first he only listened from outside. He had only heard fragments of Nora's words. The screams of the black slave alone had given him an idea of ​​what had happened behind these wooden walls. And what he suspected excited him deeply. The clap of a female hand on bare skin. The painful sounds. The willing moan and finally the releasing sound of an orgasm.

Although Johnson had suspected that the plantation owner's daughter was a dirty slut, he never imagined that she was doing it with another woman. But the thought was tempting and at the same time extremely perverse. It was okay for the white men to use the dark-skinned slave girls for their pleasure. However, it was by no means appropriate for a would-be white mistress.

When the erotic noise from the hut had died down, the overseer looked at it almost in despair. Hidden behind a tree and bushes, you couldn't see him. But this also happened the other way around. Now that he couldn't hear anything, he wanted to know more desperately what was hidden in there. He was almost magically drawn to it. He wanted to see what and how the two girls were doing together. He struggled with himself as to whether he should give in to the urge. If he came out of hiding, he risked discovery. Here, however, the overseer, who considered himself almost omniscient, could see nothing of what had previously so excited him.

***

Nora Northwik stood snuggled close to Naomi as she caressed the dark-skinned girl's sweaty body. This had to stand on two wooden blocks that were about half a meter apart. Her hands were tied to a rafter above her head, leaving her no room at all. The mistress had specially shortened the rope. If she were to fall from the wooden blocks, her entire body weight would hang on her arms because her feet could not reach the ground. Even though Noami was quite slim, this idea was anything but tempting.

The black slave hardly dared to breathe while her mistress's fingers played with and explored her already battered body. The young woman had been tormenting the African woman for hours and did nothing to further humiliate her. First she had to endure an embarrassing questioning. Then came an orgasm that she had begged for but didn't want.

For the born slave, the subjugation of her own sexuality was another act of cruelty. Men generally only used their bodies to provide themselves with pleasure. It usually happened quickly, even if the men on the plantation had little consideration for her and loved it when their wives screamed loudly. However, the plantation owner's daughter played a much more perfidious game with her. She aroused the desires of the young body and at the same time knew how to subdue them with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Naomi whimpered softly as her mistress's fingers stroked the welts that were barely noticeable on her dark skin. The traces of the riding crop were only slightly darker than the otherwise nut-brown skin, but to the slave they were red-hot iron that had pushed itself under her skin. She chewed on her full lips and writhed in her bonds.

Nora, who had previously given her that pain, now caressed those same places. She kissed the sweaty skin and licked her playmate's stiff nipples. Naomi acknowledged this sweet torture with a suppressed moan, putting a smile on Nora's face. She knew how to treat the slave. They could be made submissive with carrots and sticks. And the young woman knew how to do both.

“Do you like it?” she asked the slave of African descent and played her fingernails around the sex that had previously been worked on with the riding crop. She felt the still wet crack from which thick nectar was seeping.

Because of the painful position, Naomi couldn't really enjoy it. Still, she let out another moan. Nora took one of her dark buds between her teeth. She tugged at it and forced the slave to gasp loudly and shout "yes" because no was not an option for her. As if in a trance, she endured everything and yet at the same time struggled with the pulling pain that combined with an equally underlying pleasure and kept her in tension.

The mistress smiled and sipped her other bud too. He licked the sensitive pearl and let her feel her teeth again, squeezing the hard flesh as if she wanted to squeeze the pleasure from it into her body. Nora slowly dived down and covered the black slave's flat stomach with kisses. She licked the salt from her sweaty skin and finally reached the girl's privates. She tasted the spicy pleasure juice with relish. "Should I continue?" she breathed in a sweet voice, making you forget all the abuse she had inflicted on Naomi.

"Yes, Mistress," she whined and struggled with her bonds.

Nora licked through the crack as if she were drinking the nectar of the gods. Truly the taste, filled with sweat and lust, was a special treat for the plantation owner's daughter. Another woman's slit had always had a special appeal for her. Now that she was alone with her, she could enjoy it without any inhibitions.

Freed from the constraints of the mansion, she enjoyed the forbidden pleasure and gave it in her own way, which corresponded to that of her family. For Nora it was a moment of freedom in which she had her slave all to herself. No man, no rules, nothing was there to stop her. She knew nothing of Mister Johnson, who was lurking outside the cabin, thinking equally depraved thoughts.

Completely without shame, she let her tongue slide through the dripping crack. Because her thighs were forced open, the young woman was able to easily reach her slave's tight butthole and repeatedly touched it with the tip of her tongue, only to penetrate from there through the swollen labia to Naomi's clitoris. The mistress stroked the thighs that she had already kissed with the crop.

So she felt her tense muscles trembling as the black African slave approached another climax. She knew Naomi wasn't far away. Everything in her little slave brain seemed to be preparing for the moment. Nora urged her on. Her tongue swept over the pleasure center with smacking noises. Quiet rhythmic moans accompanied this delightful mood.

It was almost time. The tension in Naomi's body soon reached a peak. Just a few more strokes of her tongue and she would hear again the girl's loud orgasmic screams, which echoed within her. Yes, if she would just keep doing it for a few more seconds. But she didn't. Instead of giving the slave the orgasm she expected, she suddenly stopped and stood up.

Naomi looked confused. Her thoughts, caught up in ecstasy, didn't know what was going on. She had never been brought so close to a climax without actually reaching it. Often she had even resisted it, putting it off just to meet some resistance. Now, however, it was completely different. Her resistance was gone. Her aching body wanted the release of a moment of happiness that was denied it.

"Please, Mistress!" she gasped, still dazed from the lust she had received. "Keep going! Please!"

Her pleading conjured up a smile on Nora's lips, which her slave immediately responded to with a light blow of the palm of her hand against her private parts. A slap could be heard, closely followed by the girl's sensual moans, who also experienced the pain as pleasure.

"You did it with my brother. And with my sister-in-law. I'm here to punish you, slave." She gave Naomi another spank with the palm of her hand, delighting in her loud gasp. With the other she played around one of the dark areolas of her nipples and circled the almost black teat, which was already sensitized from a few strokes with the leather.

"You should suffer like I suffered watching you lick my sister-in-law's blonde cunt." She now grabbed Naomi's nipples with her hands and twisted them between her thumb and forefinger. The slave screamed and almost fell down in front of the small logs of wood on which she found support.

"No, please Mistress! Forgive me, I didn't mean to!" she whimpered.

"I don't want that either," said dark-haired White and let go of Naomi's nipples, only to lick them with her tongue. A shiver ran through the slave's body. She enjoyed this moment of humiliation, even if she actually hated it. She wanted to believe Nora, wanted to give herself completely to her and accept her as the source of truth, only for this moment to continue tasting the sweet seductions of that devilish woman.

Nora moved one hand lower and stroked the dark-skinned girl's dripping wet pussy. She ran her fingertip through them and caressed both gates before finally playing around her pleasure pearl. She smiled at the writhing slave with a sugar board and whip, yes, that's how this girl was made submissive.

“Yes, you like that,” breathed the young mistress to her tied up playmate and plunged into her cave again. She just whimpered and nodded slightly as another wave of pleasure flooded her. Nora enjoyed her victory over the initially reluctant girl. She briefly filled the innermost part of that female gate, slid deep into the hole several times and only then withdrew her slender fingers again.

"Yes. Don't go away. I'm not done with your punishment yet." She pulled away from Naomi and went to the door. She left the slave girl tied helplessly to the rafters in the hut while she herself stepped into the daylight.

***

Each heartbeat seemed to last an eternity. He had been watching and listening to the goings-on from his hiding place for hours. He had struggled several times to break out of this hiding place and take a look. He wanted to see his master's daughter give in to her perversion, but he didn't dare take this final step.

She was not a slave, not a bondwoman, but a member of the family he served. If she discovered him, she could tell her father some tall tale and he would lose his job. He couldn't take the risk.

He was glad of his caution when he suddenly saw Nora Northwik leaving the hut. Contrary to his expectations, or rather his fantasy, she wore her blouse and skirt modestly on her body. She was alone. What was this devil of a devil up to now? What had she done to the slave?

The uncertainty both unsettled and captivated Johnson. He would watch Nora. Would follow her and finally learn her dark secret that had been bothering her for some time.