Chapter Six
Humiliated beyond measure, Faith staggered back up to the old fort, tears mixing with Sarah’s golden essence on her face. Anger churned deep within her at the hopelessness of her position but so did arousal at how she had been used and abused for the other woman’s delight. Faith could feel her clit pulsing with need, matching the pounding of her heart as she lugged the heavy basket of fruit up the hill, in through the stone arch and on until she reached the relative coolness of a storehouse set underground. It was a relief to escape the harsh glare of the sun and she wiped the sweat off her forehead once Sarah, having told her new servant to fetch enough water to fill the large empty barrel against the wall from the well in the centre of the courtyard, had disappeared.
After a few minutes to recover her strength, Faith walked back outside, blushing furiously as she caught the men lurking on the parapet admiring her nakedness. She tried to huddle against the stone wall of the well as she wound the handle to bring the heavy bucket up but that still meant that her buttocks could be seen from the other side and ribald comments about her pale flesh and what they would like to do to her flew across the open space. Fortunately, she failed to understand most of the remarks as she found the local patois hard to comprehend and the men lost interest a little when she did not react in any way to their comments apart from trying to cover herself as she walked back to the storehouse with the wooden pail. That proved impossible as she needed both hands to lift the bucket and so she had to run the gauntlet of their glances unshielded, breasts bobbing gently and her bush blazing like the sun high up above.
The huge barrel was about three-quarters full when Faith heard footsteps skittering down the stone steps behind her. She turned, expecting to see Sarah but was surprised and embarrassed to find a burly black man staring at her lecherously from just a couple of yards away. Instinctively, she raised the wooden pail to cover her breasts but that just made him smile, white teeth almost shining in the gloom of the store room. He took a step closer and Faith moved backwards, shivering as she felt the coolness of the wooden cask touch her naked back. She had nowhere to go as he moved again, coming within reach suddenly and making her pulse hammer as he just looked at her with dead, dark eyes.
“I need to fetch more water,” she stammered out desperately but he just smiled and reached out, taking the pail from her unresisting fingers and setting it down on the floor before he stated sharply, “You need to please me, white girl!”
Anger and frustration rushed through Faith abruptly and she snapped back, “I’m not your white girl though, am I? I belong to your leader, Magnus, so leave me alone!” She thought she saw the tiniest flicker of fear in his dark eyes but then they glanced down at her naked body once more and his hand reached out and wrapped itself over her lips before she could even summon up a scream. He spun her round and pushed her down into the rough table until her breasts were crushed against the wood even though she tried to resist. He was far too powerful though and all she could do was squirm and wriggle in a vain attempt to escape. Faith tried to bite the hand clamped over her lips but he kept her jaws shut effortlessly as his other hand freed his cock from his cotton breeches. Tear filled her pale green eyes as she felt the length of his prick slide up between the crack of her arse as he whispered in her ear, telling her how he was going to use her for his pleasure. She struggled as hard as she could yet it was still totally ineffectual against his weight and power and she shuddered as his voice echoed in her ear once more, hissing evilly how her wriggling was making him even more excited.
His low chuckle was cut off abruptly though and Faith felt the weight lifted off her body. She turned her head and saw Magnus pulling her assailant away with his arm around the burly man’s neck.
“I should have known it would be you, Dagga,” growled Magnus, turning the man and pushing him into the far wall by the stairs hard before releasing him. Dagga spat on the floor as blood trickled down his forehead from where his head had been rammed into the unyielding stone before he answered, “Keeping this white bitch for yourself, Magnus? Should be share and share alike, shouldn’t it?” Then surprisingly quickly for a man of his size, he bounded up the stone steps and out into the light.
“Stay here!” snapped Magnus at Faith before he followed swiftly.
Faith, body shaking, stayed down in the dark cellar for a couple of minutes then crept up the stairs, lured by lots of shouting and suddenly determined to see what was happening. She peeked out into the sunlight and swallowed hard as she saw Magnus and Dagga facing each other in the courtyard whilst a crowd of men and women looked on.
“You were told to leave the girl alone, Dagga,” stated Magnus coldly as the two men circled each other slowly, both in a wrestler’s crouch with their arms extended.
“Keeping the best for yourself, are you? That the sort of leader, you are?” sneered Dagga.
“So you challenging me for leader now, are you? Think attacking girls makes you the hard man?” hissed Magnus in return, smiling slightly as the other man stepped back when he went forward towards him. The thin smile disappeared as Dagga plucked a knife out of another man’s waistband and stabbed it out swiftly.
“I was just going to beat you into a pulp,” remarked Magnus coolly as he sidestepped the knife thrust skilfully, “but now I think I will kill you instead, Dagga!”
Faith’s heart seemed to stop beating as the two men danced around each other. She clapped her hand over her mouth to prevent herself screaming as the knife, glinting silver in the sun, slashed and stabbed out wickedly. What would happen if Magnus was killed instead of the other man? Would Dagga become the leader? The thought of that sent shivers running down her spine and she prayed for Magnus to win, mouth as dry as dust as the endless dance of death continued. The watching crowd were hushed, every eye focused on the duel being fought out in front of them as Dagga closed in suddenly, trying to thrust his knife into Magnus’ flesh, lips drawn back into a snarl of hatred. A collective gasp as the knife sliced through skin before it spun away, knocked out of Dagga’s hand by his opponent’s fist. Despite the blood running down his shoulder, Magnus smiled and stepped boldly forward, looming over his enemy who seemed diminished now that he no longer had a weapon. Desperation flickered in Dagga’s eyes as Magnus hunted him relentlessly, eventually pinning him back into a corner. A savage blow into the other man’s stomach made him drop his guard for a moment and Magnus closed in and trapped Dagga in a bear hug, squeezing him tighter and tighter as he lifted him up off the ground. Dagga’s feet kicked out ineffectually as his face reddened and a feeble plea for mercy spilt out of his mouth before Magnus snapped his head forward and butted him.
Breathing hard, he released the man and contemptuously watched him crumple to the ground before he turned to the watchers and inquired loudly, “Anyone else wish to challenge me?”
Nobody answered. Heads were shaken quickly and men backed away as he walked towards them, their eyes studying the baked earth of the courtyard or flickering over the limp body of Dagga.
“Good! Everybody understand that the white girl is mine?”
A chorus of agreement came and a furious nodding of heads and Magnus smiled for a few moments then frowned as he noticed Faith watching from the doorway to the store room. He bent down and picked up his opponent’s fallen body then walked over to the nearest wall, climbed up a set of steps and stood on the battlements. He lifted Dagga up high over his head, muscles rippling in his shoulders and then tossed him over the edge. A second or so passed and then came a thud and he turned back to the crowd and shouted, “That is what happens to those who think they can disobey me! Now, everybody back to work!”
Faith shrank back against the cool stone wall as Magnus strode towards her, dark eyes glaring furiously into hers. His huge hand shot out and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her closer to him and he hissed, “Now how shall I deal with you then, girl?”
“What do you mean?” she stammered, anger and fear making her face flush abruptly. “I didn’t do anything at all! He just followed me down into the store room.”
“Bewitched by you shaking that pretty arse, I suppose,” snapped Magnus angrily. “Perhaps I should let each of my men have you now so that they can enjoy a white woman and realise that they aren’t any better to use. Far worse in most cases!”
A smile spread slowly over his face as he saw the fear register in Faith’s pale green eyes and he added cruelly, “I think I will stake you out in the middle there and then let the men draw lots to see which order they can have you. All those black cocks sliding in and out of that pretty pink pussy of yours!”
Faith gasped and crystal tears rolled down her cheeks as he laughed again and pushed her out into the open. Her legs felt as if they were about to collapse as he marched her across the bare earth, ignoring her feeble attempts to break free of his iron grip on her arm. He pushed her down to the ground effortlessly and placed his foot on her back as he ground her naked flesh into the dirt before he bent down and whispered into her ear, “Can you imagine lying here helpless and taking all those cocks, girl? Feeling each one spread those soft pussy lips wide? Making you squeal and cry out as you get pumped full of come? Thrusting in and out until you are red raw?”
“No, no, please,” whimpered Faith into the dirt. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“Nor did Sarah on the plantation but she can tell you what it would be like to suffer like that, feeling all those white men use her body for their lust! Can’t you, Sarah?”
Faith squirmed her head round slightly and stared up, shivering as she saw the black girl looking down at her coldly.
“I could indeed, cousin, tell her of such things just as I could tell you that this one will be trouble and you would be better off killing her or giving her as a plaything to your men. I suspect that you won’t listen though as men only think with their cock, don’t they? And that is already thinking of her pale white flesh far too much!” stated Sarah, suddenly rubbing her hand down the front of her cousin’s trousers and smiling slightly as she encountered a massive bulge. “So fuck her and then let the men have her after you!”
“No!” hissed Magnus in response, stepping away from Sarah. “I’ll deal with this girl how I wish, Sarah, though you can help by fetching me some…”
He leant back towards the black girl and whispered in her ear and Faith swallowed hard as she saw Sarah smile in response before she turned away and hurried off. Magnus reached down and pulled Faith back to her feet with one hand and he pushed her roughly across the open space in the centre of the old fort until they reached the far side where a thick post in the shape of a cross stood in the welcome shade cast by one of the watchtowers.
“The whipping post left behind when the soldiers abandoned the island a few years ago. I suspect many of them and probably their servants too suffered here,” Magnus remarked, pinning Faith against the weathered wood with one hand while he ran the other over her arse cheeks, feeling them quiver delightfully in response. She parted her thighs willingly, trying to entice him and he laughed and stroked her quim lips, remarking contemptuously on their wetness as his fingers slid in before he wiped them dry on her buttocks as Sarah scurried over, holding several pieces of rope and a small bowl.
Fait did not try to resist as the two of them tied her securely to the post. Each of them was stronger than her so she could not even fight off one let alone two as they raised her arms high and bound her wrists to the horizontal piece of the cross before her ankles were tied tightly into two iron rings set into the bottom of the post. To her confusion, they tied her so that her naked breasts and pussy were on display and she wondered how they were going to punish her with her bottom cheeks protected by the wooden post. Fear flooded through her when she eventually worked out that they might whip her breasts or even between her legs and she waited in the utmost trepidation as both of her tormentors stepped back and looked at her in amusement.
“How long before she begs, Magnus?” asked Sarah, brown eyes gleaming wickedly. “I give her a few minutes, that’s all!”
“I think just a little longer than that, Sarah,” answered Magnus, moving in and running his hand over Faith’s soft breasts teasingly.
Faith swallowed hard as her nipples instantly erected under his feather-light touch then she gasped as he closed his thumb and forefinger round one and started to pinch it cruelly. A teasing pulse beat in her chest matching the one in her nipple as he released it then tickled the end of his tongue over the rubbery bud before he scooped something up out of the bowl.
“I imagine that you picked a nice hot one, Sarah?” he murmured, holding the tip of his finger up to his nose and sniffing.
“Indeed, I did, Magnus. Taste it and see!”
“I think I’ll let my servant there taste it instead,” he replied and he reached out and smeared a sticky substance over Faith’s lips. For a second or so, she felt nothing then came a burning sensation and a strong spicy smell that invaded her nostrils.
“Chilli paste…something which you probably have not experienced in England but which we use a lot in our food out here. Hot, spicy and delicious as I am sure you will agree though maybe not when it is burning into your nipples!” Magnus chuckled, rubbing the rest of the paste on his finger over Faith’s erect buds.
Another few moments passed and Faith started to hope that the paste was going to have no effect but then suddenly a tingling heat started to build in her nipples. It intensified swiftly, almost seeming to double in power every couple of seconds and sweat broke out on her forehead and she started to squirm against her bonds, desperately wanting to plunge her burning flesh into cool water to ease the heat in her nipples and breasts. She closed her eyes tightly and fought against the insistent burning, unwilling to stare out at her tormentors. The urge to beg rose quickly yet she conquered it for the moment, taking in deep breaths and biting her lip as the heat seemed to take over her buds and make them swell with longing. If only someone would cool her breasts with ice, she thought as a tear rolled down her cheek. Anything cool would do to ease the terrible burn, even the cold flannels her governess had used once when she had caught Faith with her hands down her drawers.
Beads of sweat mixed with the tears as the seconds passed and then suddenly, fear filling her completely, Faith’s eyes snapped open as she felt fingers crawl up between her thighs.
“So very hot on those delightful nipples, isn’t it?” inquired Sarah, arching one eyebrow up while her teeth flashed bright white in amusement. “Think how much hotter it will feel here!”
Faith groaned as the other woman’s hand slipped onto her quim and stroked over the soft wetness, teasing open her pussy lips so that two fingers could slide up inside. They slipped back out and she watched in horror as they dipped into the bowl and emerged covered in the sticky chilli paste. Faith tried to squirm away but there was no way that she could avoid Sarah’s touch and the other woman’s hand crawled slowly up her thigh then cupped her slit softly before rubbing back and forth.
Faith’s delicate flesh seemed to absorb the paste quicker this time and she gasped almost immediately as she felt a fresh bolt of heat shoot into her senses. Within a few moments, it felt as if her pussy had been set on fire and she squealed and wriggled in desperation while tears streamed down her face and splashed onto her naked body and the hard earth below her feet. She did not even notice Magnus slide his fingers down into the bowl or feel their touch on her skin until they were slithering up inside her slit and adding more pain to her body. Heat burnt inside and out as she jerked and jolted in torment, awash with pain and the stinging agony of the chilli paste smeared onto her sensitive flesh. Blurred green eyes stared sightlessly out as heat invaded her, burning through her body and up into her brain as pain and pleasure started to mingle more with every passing second. Faith longed to be able to rub her thighs together or to stroke her clit because she knew that she would come instantly and powerfully if she did so. She imagined riding Magnus’s huge cock with the chilli paste heating her insides and excitement thundered through her at the perverted idea. Her whole being seemed to be just her burning body and the desire that raged through it as sweat coated her flesh until suddenly, jerking her out of her reverie, bucket after bucket of water was tipped over her nakedness.
“If we’d left her much longer, it could have damaged her for ever,” muttered Magnus as he untied the shivering girl before carrying her over to his room.
“So? She is ours so we can do what we like to her!” stated Sarah vindictively, only to be surprised as Magnus whipped his head round and hissed, “She’s not to be seriously harmed, Sarah! One day, we can get a good ransom for her from her father but he won’t pay anything if she is a gibbering wreck, will he?” Tenderly, Magnus placed Faith on his bed then sponged her pussy and nipples with water, feeling her respond to the softest touch by wriggling and sighing. Intrigued, he pressed harder on her mons and teased his forefinger down onto her clitoris and suddenly she was erupting in pleasure, body writhing helplessly on the bed as an orgasm swept through her flesh and up into her brain. She squealed in delight and bucked her hips up off the bed in response and he chuckled and pressed again with his finger. Her body juddered and shook with desire once more as his finger found her throbbing clit and rubbed over it gently and she arched up once again as if she was offering her body to him.
“Hot stuff indeed, that chilli paste!” observed Sarah with a little smile and she swiftly removed her dress and stood there naked in front of her cousin, teasing him with her full breasts which were so dark in comparison with the pale skin of the girl on the bed. She leant forward and whispered in his ear and Magnus smiled, surrendering willingly to her charms by sucking deeply on one of her almost purple nipples, elongating it instantly into a hard bud while she sighed with pleasure. She pressed her hands onto his head, holding him against her so that he would suckle again and she felt a bolt of pleasure shoot through her as his tongue teased over the hard nub again and again before he switched to the other nipple and laved that too. Sarah eased her body down and slid her hands under his breeches, sliding them down to free his thickness before she kissed the tip once then clambered onto his lap and rubbed her wetness against his hardness. His massive knob teased over her dark pussy lips, unfurling them as if they were the sweetest of petals and she sighed with pleasure as it slithered over her bulging clitoris.
Faith opened her eyes suddenly and then gasped as she saw the two black bodies entwined together just by her side. She could not tear her eyes away as Sarah lifted her hips a little and moved forward until her slit was poised just above the huge prick of her cousin. She lowered her hips slightly and smiled widely as the vast crown started to slither up into her body, pushing her soft pussy lips aside. The first inch slid in and then another and she straddled Magnus and placed her hands on his muscular chest as he lay there and stared up at her, lustful eyes mirroring her own. He bucked his hips upwards and she gasped as another couple of inches thrust inside her wetness. She placed one hand between her legs and touched her own clitoris, feeling it pulse with need as she caressed it gently while Magnus started to move again, rhythmically shafting her slit and inching more and more of his cock into her welcoming warmth.
Sarah threw her head back, lengthening her neck as the familiar feelings assaulted her senses, sending her spiralling rapidly up towards perfection. It had always been so with the pair of them. Ever since they had started experimenting when they were much younger, stroking each other after swimming naked in the river and taking joy in the way their bodies responded. Magnus’ cock had been the first she had taken in her mouth, the first to spunk all over her breast and the first to slither up inside her dark anal entrance although her white master had been the one to take her maidenhead. Their bodies were attuned together now and they danced divinely towards pleasure, easing gently into rapture until Sarah’s flesh was flushed with sweat and dribbles traced their way between her breasts.
Faith kept watching, fascinated and aroused at seeing the pair delight in each other’s flesh. The soft sounds and sweet smell of their loving teased her and she flushed, wondering what it would be like to feel Magnus’ cock slithering in and out of her tight pussy. Delightful, she decided as Sarah threw back her head and moaned, body shivering in the throes of her climax. A soft squeal echoed through the room and mixed with a deep grunt from Magnus as Sarah’s sweet slit overwhelmed his resistance and spunk shot out of his cock and filled her as his hands gripped her buttocks and squeezed tightly. Their bodies shuddered in unison as spurts of sperm erupted into Sarah’s slit until Magnus lay back, breath rasping loudly and sweat beading his face as his cousin’s tightness clenched and squeezed around his softening shaft.
Sarah caught her breath first and smiled down at her lover before she eased her hips up and freed his prick before sliding away from him and over to Faith. Before the white girl had time to react, Sarah had straddled her, pinning her to the bed and pushing her slippery pussy lips against her mouth.
“Time for our little servant girl to lick out her master’s come,” Sarah hissed, delighting in the look of shock that flittered through the soft green eyes below her. Faith gasped and swallowed hard as she stared up into the soft pinkness and saw the white substance staining it. She struggled hopelessly against Sarah’s strength, shame filling her as the cream started to slither closer and closer to her lips, trickling inexorably out of the woman’s pussy. Sarah laughed softly and waited, watching avidly as the come slid out of her and onto her captive’s mouth. Faith felt it and tried to keep her lips closed but a sudden kick in her ribs made her gasp and some of it slipped inside her mouth.
“Every little drop, girl! You are going to lick me clean or I am going to find a cane and beat that arse of yours bloody!” snapped Sarah, leaning forward until her eyes were only a few inches away from Faith’s. Her smile widened as she saw the other girl’s eyes flicker and then slide away in defeat and submission and then she sighed with pleasure as a little pink tongue started to lap away at her wetness obediently.
Faith, fighting back tears of shame, found it perversely arousing to lick up the thick cream that slid out of the other girl’s pussy lips. It tasted slightly salty and was overlaid by the essence of Sarah as well as it slid down into her mouth. She swallowed some down then lapped away again, tongue flickering out like a kitten’s as it eagerly teased round the sex-scented slit. Sarah pulled her plump labial lips apart with her fingers and a sudden rush of come flooded out and Faith gobbled it down avidly, relishing in the humiliation of the act as well as in the taste of Magnus’s spunk. More streamed out and she swallowed it all down, feeling it coat her throat as she licked and lapped away until Sarah was finally satisfied with her submissive servant’s service.
“You can clean up Magnus now,” Sarah stated, gripping Faith’s hair and pulling her head down until her mouth was a scant inch or so away from the man’s flaccid but still impressive cock. Faith licked her lips, already tasting come and love juices and willingly eased her mouth down onto the slippery shaft, teasing her tongue along the length. She licked it clean then swallowed the tip in, sucking on it avidly and smiling to herself secretly as she felt the thickness twitch and jerk gently under her tender ministrations. Eventually, Sarah, perhaps realising that Faith was enjoying herself too much, dragged her away and took her off to the kitchens to prepare a meal for the men.
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Can’t wait for the next instalment! 
