TABLEAU V
' You must imagine, my dear,' said Laura, ' that you are my bride, the excitement of the wedding breakfast is over, and we are left tete-a-tete. I am burning with passion, you are equally so, but maidenly and blushingly coy. However, when we come to the actual wrestle you are as hot as I am.'
Flora acted the part well. She turned her face from her lover, covered her blushes with her hands, and drew her linen modestly over her delicious quim.
Laura advanced to her side, knelt down by her, and kissed her face and forehead, murmuring all the while words of endearment such as she imagined a bridegroom would use in the case.
' My own love! let me kiss that soft bosom,' and such endearing expressions, whilst she covered her face and bosom with kisses, then sliding her hand up from her ankle, she caressed her thighs, touched her quim, and tickled her sensitive clitoris, until Flora was almost delirious with desire. Then gently sliding her thigh over her, whilst Maud looked on with bewildered interest, she put the tip of the dildoe between the lips of Flora's cunt, whilst she softly murmured.
' Is it nice? Do you like it? '
' Oh, so much; press harder,' said Flora.
Laura gently forced the dildoe further in, and to her surprise it glided in right up to the hilt, and the hair at its base went straight against the mossy bush of Flora's eager cunt.
' Oh! oh! you hurt me, but yet it is delicious. Oh, move it in and out. Do, Laura dear, it is heavenly.'
Laura's feelings were now worked up to a keen pitch of excitement, it seemed that the manly appendage had conveyed to her manly desire and ardour, and she pushed the dildoe in and out with many an eager thrust, until at last Flora was on the point of spending.
' Oh Laura, dear Laura, oh, oh, I'm coming. Oh, oh, I shall die. Now, dear now! ' she exclaimed.
And Laura taking the hint, squeezed the india-rubber ball tight between her thighs, and so squirted out a flood of warm delicious fluid into the quivering thirsty gap that was eager to receive it.
Flora spent at the same moment, and the delicious balm shed by nature mingled with the warm and copious flood supplied by art, and with some more of nature's essence too, for Laura's feelings were wrought to the acme of enjoyment, and she poured out her virgin sperm, which, escaping from behind the stomacher of the dildoe, mingled with the general flood, and made all one delicious spend.
For a few moments they lay entranced, exhausted by their exertions, for Flora had eagerly heaved up her magnificent buttocks in response to Laura's amorous thrusts, and both were quite exhausted, and bathed in perspiration.
' Oh, my dear girls,' said Maud, who had looked on, ' how you are exhausted, but how thoroughly you seem to have enjoyed it. You made me feel quite strange I assure you, and I felt almost as if I somehow ought to take part in the fun.
' And so you should have done,' said Laura, ' it would have much heightened my pleasure if you had taken off that fringed scarf and flicked or whipped my bottom with it, whilst I was thrusting my machine into Flora. Come, Flora, you must know something about that, whipping is a great aid to enjoyment, is it not? '
Flora was somewhat recovered from her lassitude, so she sat up and answered.
' I have always heard so but come Laura, you have had pretty considerable experience down South, amongst the Mullatto women, and should know something of flogging and whipping more than my experience can boast of; tell us are the stories we hear of the cruelty and lust exhibited there, exaggerated or not.'
'Exaggerated! oh, by no means,' said Laura, ' there I could tell you such things as would make your flesh creep. Why one of the first things I remember was a scene I witnessed in the house of Mrs. Schenk, her husband had many slaves, some of them pretty young Mullatto women. Mrs. Schenk was a kind mistress in many respects; she taught the girls to read and sew, but she was a furiously jealous woman. There were two very pretty young Mullatto women attached to the house, one about seventeen named Julia, and a younger one no more than sixteen named Ruth. With both of these Mr. Schenk was intimate, but when Julia discovered her master had taken a fancy to Ruth, out of revenge to her rival, she told her mistress, and Mrs. Schenk watched her husband, and one day caught him fucking Ruth in a little sly room leading out of his own, where he pretended he kept his accounts.. I don't think Ruth was willingly sinning against her mistress, but she was afraid if she didn't comply with her master's desires he'd sell her to the plantations where she would be brutally ill-treated by the overseers.
' Well, Mrs. Schenk quarrelled with her husband about it, and for some days she did nothing but cry until the master had to leave home for a journey, and then she seemed to turn into a perfect devil.
' She called Julia and Ruth into her room, and another slave, an old hag from the kitchen called Dorcas, she made them strip Ruth quite naked, and tie her hands and feet, and then she flogged the poor girl with her slippers and with the cords torn down from the blinds, until she was quite exhausted, and the girl's back was covered with blood; and as it was the girl's fanny that had offended her she made them lay her on her back, and open her legs, whilst she cut her poor cunt all to pieces with the hard knotted whipcord. Oh, her cries were terrible, till her mistress desisted from sheer exhaustion. '
' But that, ' said Maud, ' must be a mere isolated case, you did not surely see much of such cruelty. '
' О hundreds of instances, more than I can tell you, ' replied Laura, ' it was quite evident to me, even when very young, that some masters and overseers whipped their female slaves quite as much to gratify their licentious feelings as to punish them for wrong doing. There is no sort of reserve or modesty in the treatment of slaves, the masters will sleep with girls who are really their own daughters of sisters, without hesitation, so as to raise niggers from them, and the slaves u take up with one another, ' without any religious ceremony, in fact the master can make and unmake what matches he likes, the law supports him in whatever he chooses to do to raise stock, it is a profitable thing. Mr. Schenk I heard boast had one woman such a good breeder that she bore him twenty thousand dollars worth of niggers.
Oh the licentiousness and cruelty is something awful. Mr. Nokes, whose estate joined Mr. Schenk, was very fond of getting up nude dances amongst his slaves. He would set men and women all dancing together quite naked, and play all sorts of indecent tricks with them, such as thrusting the end of his whip handle into the women's quims, and making the men smell it, and all sorts of similar tricks. I have often seen the women made to frig the men until they spend, and Mr. Nokes laughed heartily at them. One woman refused to join in these games before her sons and daughters, ' Oh,' said her master, ' your'e modest, are you, ' so he ordered them to put her in the vice; one woman put her knees on the ground and held her head between them, then they drew up her clothes so as to confine her arms, two others stretched her leet out, and,› i held them, and then her whole body, up to her armpits, being bare, Mr. Nokes flogged her dreadfully with a heavy whip, sometimes thrusting the handle of the whip into her cunt, and even into her bottomhole, making her scream with pain, and he then called five or six of the biggest negroes to take the modesty out of her, which they did by fucking her before and behind, whilst she screamed, to the intense delight of the spectators, who all seemed mad with lascivious excitement, for I could see men,women, and even boys and girls, not more than ten or eleven years old, frigging and sucking each others organs of generation.'
' But surely,' said Flora, ' your people didn't know you witnessed such scenes. '
' Not always. ' replied Laura. ' What I saw at Mr. Nokes' I saw by stealth, but still there is no hesitation in letting young women see the naked ness of slaves any more than there is of animals. Why a young overseer who my father had told to take me out riding, to make me a good horsewoman, never said a rude word to me himself, and was most respectful, still he did not hesitate a moment in exposing the nakedness of both men and women slaves before me. One day we were out riding and crossed a deep gully, at the bottom was a thick cover of brushwood, here we heard a sound for he stopped his horse and called out 'Hallo! what's that, what are you doing here? '
A girl about seventeen was lying full length on the ground, and trying to hide herself in the bushes.
' Hallo,' he said again,'who are you?' '
' Sail, sir, Sam's Sail, sir.'
