old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
XV A new experience
Polly brought them some hot food which they enjoyed, then the ship’s smith came in and wrenched the pins from their manacles, saying as how once at sea there was nowhere to run, and if one wanted to jump in the sea, the other and Polly would be pushed in after her.
It was getting dark, so Polly told them to take off their skirts and follow him. They went to the large cabin at the stern, a place where Angela knew what happened, so that was why they were naked.
Polly knocked, and on the command, entered. There was Mister Oswald Savage and an older man seated in comfortable chairs, the remains of a meal on a side table, and a decanter of brandy between them. “I don’t think you’ve met. Captain Field, this is Angela and Isata,” said Oswald.
“Does the black slut understand English?” asked the Captain, and Angela was about to give the helpful reply that she did when Isata gave her a sharp pinch below the ribs as Oswald replied “I fear not, but she won’t do much talking where she’s going.”
“Polly, get these two pleasuring, then we’ll do the usual.” Using simple words and gestures, Polly positioned the girls so Angela was on her back, and Isata over her, with her mouth at Angela’s cunt. Angela was fascinated by Isata’s cunt hovering above her, never had she seen one that close before. Polly and Isata’s eyes locked, and a knowing smile went between them.
Isata started licking. Angela was amazed that a girl would do that. She was also using her fingers somehow. That wonderful feeling flooded Angela’s mind, and her hips started moving as well. She lost herself in the sensations, shut her eyes, and let her body take control.
When eventually she looked around, she was shocked by what she saw: Mister Oswald was fucking Polly’s arse, and the Captain was fucking Polly’s mouth. But Isata was still licking, and you can’t concentrate on anything when that’s happening, can you?
The men were satisfied, and had another glass of brandy. Polly and the girls sat on the floor with small mugs of the same. “The black’s good, the white didn’t do much” said the Captain, “You’ll be flogged tomorrow if it’s no better,” pointing at Angela.
Mister Oswald ordered Polly and Angela to help the men undress and put on their nightshirts, then the two men climbed into the large bunk together, kissed, and wrapped their arms around each other. “Your duty’s finished tonight, Polly. See if those two can give you any pleasure” and they both roared with laughter at the thought.
Back in the fo'c's'le, Isata first told Angela not to let on that she spoke and understood good English, it may be useful if the men think she doesn’t understand. She was then annoyed at Polly for allowing his body to be used that way, but he explained that as a slave himself, they would force him if he disobeyed, and anyway, he was a fat and lazy cabin-boy who didn’t mind doing this if the alternative was picking cotton or cutting sugarcane, and no, no matter what they did, he’d never get sexual pleasure like whole men get, but a kiss and a cuddle and kind words were what he most wanted.
Both Polly and Isata knew that Angela needed to avoid a flogging or worse. It was time to practice. Isata lay down with her legs wide apart, and pulled her lower lips wide open with her fingers. “See the pink?” Angela was amazed that she indeed saw the pink. “Get down there, feel it, find the hole, find the nubbin, fingers, lips, tongue.”
The lesson lasted till they all fell asleep in each other’s arms. Angela learnt much that evening, not only about Isata’s body but her own, and with Polly keeping both girl’s nipples engorged, as well as helping out elsewhere, the girls were fully satisfied.
The voyage was actually rather pleasant. Long lazy days, in which they learnt that Isata’s mother had been a chieftain, trading with white men, and that was when she learnt English and Portuguese. That mother had died of the spotted fever, and Isata was made chief at a very young age, getting the scar as part of her initiation. The women lived in one hut, the men in another, and permission was needed from the chief if a man and woman were to get together. Her mother had never allowed Isata to have sex, so when she was chief, she had also denied the men, putting off the notion of having an heir. All girls together meant that what she and Angela did was normal, and Isata now had no desire to try a man. Angela thought that was a shame, but admitted men were smelly and their sex was messy. In the village, Isata had concentrated more on trade than defence, so to her shame a rival tribe had attacked, enslaved them, and sold her on.
As long as they performed for the two men at night, they were well fed and left alone. Angela learnt to dance with Isata, strange movements that involved much hip swinging with legs wide apart, it was hard to do but the men seemed to enjoy it. The smell from the hold was even more disgusting than the pigs she had to look after, but Angela soon worked out how to sit upwind.
What was going to happen to her and Isata when they got to ‘Merica was the only cloud on Angela’s horizon.
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Polly brought them some hot food which they enjoyed, then the ship’s smith came in and wrenched the pins from their manacles, saying as how once at sea there was nowhere to run, and if one wanted to jump in the sea, the other and Polly would be pushed in after her.
It was getting dark, so Polly told them to take off their skirts and follow him. They went to the large cabin at the stern, a place where Angela knew what happened, so that was why they were naked.
Polly knocked, and on the command, entered. There was Mister Oswald Savage and an older man seated in comfortable chairs, the remains of a meal on a side table, and a decanter of brandy between them. “I don’t think you’ve met. Captain Field, this is Angela and Isata,” said Oswald.
“Does the black slut understand English?” asked the Captain, and Angela was about to give the helpful reply that she did when Isata gave her a sharp pinch below the ribs as Oswald replied “I fear not, but she won’t do much talking where she’s going.”
“Polly, get these two pleasuring, then we’ll do the usual.” Using simple words and gestures, Polly positioned the girls so Angela was on her back, and Isata over her, with her mouth at Angela’s cunt. Angela was fascinated by Isata’s cunt hovering above her, never had she seen one that close before. Polly and Isata’s eyes locked, and a knowing smile went between them.
Isata started licking. Angela was amazed that a girl would do that. She was also using her fingers somehow. That wonderful feeling flooded Angela’s mind, and her hips started moving as well. She lost herself in the sensations, shut her eyes, and let her body take control.
When eventually she looked around, she was shocked by what she saw: Mister Oswald was fucking Polly’s arse, and the Captain was fucking Polly’s mouth. But Isata was still licking, and you can’t concentrate on anything when that’s happening, can you?
The men were satisfied, and had another glass of brandy. Polly and the girls sat on the floor with small mugs of the same. “The black’s good, the white didn’t do much” said the Captain, “You’ll be flogged tomorrow if it’s no better,” pointing at Angela.
Mister Oswald ordered Polly and Angela to help the men undress and put on their nightshirts, then the two men climbed into the large bunk together, kissed, and wrapped their arms around each other. “Your duty’s finished tonight, Polly. See if those two can give you any pleasure” and they both roared with laughter at the thought.
Back in the fo'c's'le, Isata first told Angela not to let on that she spoke and understood good English, it may be useful if the men think she doesn’t understand. She was then annoyed at Polly for allowing his body to be used that way, but he explained that as a slave himself, they would force him if he disobeyed, and anyway, he was a fat and lazy cabin-boy who didn’t mind doing this if the alternative was picking cotton or cutting sugarcane, and no, no matter what they did, he’d never get sexual pleasure like whole men get, but a kiss and a cuddle and kind words were what he most wanted.
Both Polly and Isata knew that Angela needed to avoid a flogging or worse. It was time to practice. Isata lay down with her legs wide apart, and pulled her lower lips wide open with her fingers. “See the pink?” Angela was amazed that she indeed saw the pink. “Get down there, feel it, find the hole, find the nubbin, fingers, lips, tongue.”
The lesson lasted till they all fell asleep in each other’s arms. Angela learnt much that evening, not only about Isata’s body but her own, and with Polly keeping both girl’s nipples engorged, as well as helping out elsewhere, the girls were fully satisfied.
The voyage was actually rather pleasant. Long lazy days, in which they learnt that Isata’s mother had been a chieftain, trading with white men, and that was when she learnt English and Portuguese. That mother had died of the spotted fever, and Isata was made chief at a very young age, getting the scar as part of her initiation. The women lived in one hut, the men in another, and permission was needed from the chief if a man and woman were to get together. Her mother had never allowed Isata to have sex, so when she was chief, she had also denied the men, putting off the notion of having an heir. All girls together meant that what she and Angela did was normal, and Isata now had no desire to try a man. Angela thought that was a shame, but admitted men were smelly and their sex was messy. In the village, Isata had concentrated more on trade than defence, so to her shame a rival tribe had attacked, enslaved them, and sold her on.
As long as they performed for the two men at night, they were well fed and left alone. Angela learnt to dance with Isata, strange movements that involved much hip swinging with legs wide apart, it was hard to do but the men seemed to enjoy it. The smell from the hold was even more disgusting than the pigs she had to look after, but Angela soon worked out how to sit upwind.
What was going to happen to her and Isata when they got to ‘Merica was the only cloud on Angela’s horizon.
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