The girl hung from two branches on opposite sides of the
tree trunk, her legs pulled wide apart by her suspension, ropes wound time and
again round each ankle keeping her there, safely enough for as long as it would
take to flog her. But not for much longer than that.
As an experienced slave handler, having lived on St Kelmo
for some three years now, Adam Bestwood knew that and set about his task with
measured and controlled strength. The girl's arms had been stretched down and
her wrists tied around a heavy boulder to stop her interfering with her
punishment, which was just as well because the strength of the blows he was
delivering to her exposed groin were causing her to scream and desperately try
to contract her stomach muscles. She was a strong girl and would have been
capable of curling up and shielding herself if her wrists hadn't been so
tightly secured. A black girl who had
survived the terrible slave ships from Africa and who worked every day under
the Caribbean sun, was going to be a tough young creature.
As it was her labia, dreadfully exposed on her pubic
mound trembled in the aftermath of each lash, delivered by a flogger with
braided tails and knotted tassels, which lent weight and thudding impact to
each over-arm lash Adam applied.
Her dark skin didn't show the red slashes that a blonde
girl's would have but her screams attested to the harshness of the punishment
and she shone with sweat as she hung and tried to writhe her way through her
beating as the merciless Caribbean sun shone down.
After he had swung his full weight behind twenty lashes,
Adam stopped for a moment, took off his Panama, wiped the sweat from his face
and then prepared to give the wretched girl the next twenty. It was really not
an onerous duty for a man who found the female form in serious pain an exciting
sight. The girl was well built and her figure was appealingly furnished with
curves in all the right places and her inverted pose, meant her breasts - which
were always fairly high and proud, were now even more so and trembling
deliciously as she sobbed. He ached to be able to allow himself the luxury of
enjoying the way his hands would sink into their welcoming softness and then
his whip would scour them as she screamed and begged - but no, he was about his
employer's business and fun would have to wait for a little longer.
He swung the lash again, throwing his weight forwards
behind the whip and listening for the thud of a good contact, the weight of the
tassels stretching the tails out nicely to bite all along her split and then
her anus. After the short pause in her suffering she squealed even more loudly
when the pain re-ignited in her tenderest parts.
After a few more enjoyable minutes he only had two more
lashes to go and had paused again to consider how best to deploy them when he
heard the thud of hooves on the dusty earth of the compound and looked round to
see Sir Archibald Stuart, his employer, approaching on the piebald pony he used
to ride around his estate; Jacaranda.
Adam greeted him, leaving the sobbing girl to wait for a
Sir Archie returned the greeting, dismounted and came to
examine the slavegirl. He stood close behind her wrenched open groin and
examined the flogged cunt closely.
"Those are well-whipped lips, Adam," he said.
"She'll be feeling those for a while!"
"That's the idea, Archie!" Adam told him,
uncoiling the lash and preparing to finish off the sentence. "It's her
cunt -" The lash smacked down once more just to the left of her cunt lips
and scored her inner thigh, making her wail again. "That's got her
here!" The final lash smacked down just to the right of the injured cunt
and the girl's exhausted body, tried once more to curl up and shield itself
from the pain, then she just hung limply, sobbing.
"Nice tits," Sir Archie said, echoing Adam's
own thoughts of earlier as he walked around the hanging body. "And a nice
cunt on it too!" he added, stroking the abused flesh with one hand and
making the girl shiver and tremble in terror of further agonies. "Amazing
how the outer lips actually swell out over the inner ones after a decent
thrashing....By God I bet she'd howl if she was fucked now!"
"Well that's why she's strung up there,
Archie," Adam said, striding forwards and grasping her round the waist
while he cut her ankles free and then letting her fall to the ground, where she
lay at the men's feet, gasping and sobbing.
"She was caught trying to get into the men's shed
last night. Horny little bitch couldn't wait till she was fully in season and
just wanted cock."
"Ah! We're breeding from her?" Archie said,
extending a foot shod in an elegantly hand-tooled boot to prod the girl's ribs.
"Stretch out, girl," he told her.
Her wrists were still tied to the boulder and she
obediently rolled onto her back and stretched her legs out.
"Ah, yes!" Archie said. "Good hips and
"Precisely," Adam agreed. "I've got her
scheduled to be mounted by Amos - he sired that filly we sold to Tall Trees
"Good thinking, Adam. She ought to drop a useful
colt or filly by him. When's she due?" He was referring to the point in
the girl's carefully monitored menstrual cycle when she would be most fertile
and it was then that she would be sent to the mating shed.
"Hah! She'll still squeal like a pig when she gets
Amos's tool up her! The man's hung like a horse!"
"Dorca and Isabelle will be ok to man the shed
"Of course, dear boy! Now come inside, I want to
talk to you about an idea I had for that east field, I'm not happy with the
yield from it..."
The men walked off and left the girl lying on the dusty
ground. She knew better than to whimper or make a fuss, an overseer, or one of
the 'boys' would be along to release her eventually. She opened her legs to let
the air wash over her abused flesh and was aware that she needed to piss. There
was no help for it. She grimaced as the flow pushed out through her lacerated sexflesh and then arced up in a small golden curve to
splatter onto the dirt between her thighs. She let it go and sighed in relief,
closing her eyes briefly. As the flow lessened she opened them again and saw
Rufus standing over her.