Belinda Page 2

  It seemed he had no family, and the only other person in the room throughout the meal was Wallace, the very dignified Negro butler, a large and comely man in spite of the grey hair at the sides of his bald pate. As he cleared away the remains of the meal, which had ended with some very nice cheese from the plantation’s own farm, Lord Raven stood and poured Belinda and himself a French brandy. She had refused wine with the meal, not being accustomed to it, but she happily admitted to having a particular penchant for certain spirits and liqueurs. She had forgotten that she had acquired the taste from the groom who had plied her with such drinks before taking away her virginity in the stables back home.

  Once Wallace had removed all traces of the meal from the long table, leaving only the pearly tablecloth in place, he stood back and coughed politely. Lord Raven consulted his ornate gold pocket watch and looked at the servant.

  ‘Is Rosie waiting?’ He asked Wallace.

  Wallace smiled. ‘Yes, sir.’

  ‘Has she been waiting throughout the meal?’ continued the master.

  ‘She sure have, sir. And she know what to expect too, sir.’

  ‘Oh excellent!’ beamed Lord Raven. He saw that Belinda was a little puzzled but did not say anything to enlighten her except, ‘You might enjoy watching this, my dear.’

  Still unsure what was happening, she nonetheless managed a bright face of polite interest.

  ‘Well, bring her in, man!’ he said sharply to the kindly faced butler who immediately left them. He returned after a moment leading a devastatingly beautiful negress of around nineteen or twenty by her bare upper arm. In common with the rest of his lordship’s slaves that Belinda had observed working on the estate when she had arrived, she seemed to be healthy and well nourished if not quite overfed. Her attire was easy to describe – barefoot, she wore a plain short-sleeved shift of thin black cotton that reached only halfway down her thighs. Her full round cheeks shone beneath the sparkling chandelier and she looked quite nervous, thought Belinda with concern.

  Wallace positioned her before the master.

  ‘This Rosie, sir, like I told you about.’

  Belinda noticed Lord Raven’s sharp eyes roam over the girl’s full firm body, lingering where her large breasts pushed the black cotton tightly outwards. She didn’t blame him, for Rosie was a very attractive girl.

  ‘Rosie,’ spoke her master, making her jump a little, ‘Wallace tells me you don’t want to work in my fields any more.’

  Poor Rosie looked alarmed at that way of expressing her intentions and was about to reply but Wallace silenced her with a glower.

  ‘But,’ continued Lord Raven, ‘that you would like to work in the house as a maid, replacing that idle sow Flower that I was forced to sell. Am I right, Rosie?’

  The girl, eyes down, nodded and whispered, ‘Yes master.’

  ‘Now then, you can look me in the eye, Rosie; I want you to tell me what you expect to get out of working in the house. Don’t be afraid.’

  Rosie looked to Wallace for confirmation that this was all right, and he nodded.

  ‘Master, I a good worker in the fields and all but I like to work in the house because I got the skills and the temperament. And also the house servants they get bit better food and much better beds.’

  ‘But you know what else they get, don’t you Rosie?’

  ‘Yes, master,’ she replied, lowering her eyes once again.

  ‘Then tell my lady visitor what else you’ll get if I let you be a maid.’

  ‘I gets beat regular, master.’

  ‘You get beat, Rosie. My slaves who work in the fields rarely get beaten, slaves are expensive and my neighbours who treat their vassals with too much violence and too little food find that they lose a lot of them both to disease from malnutrition and infected whip marks, and from running away. No slave has ever run away from my plantation, so I also save on guards as well. Ill-treated serfs don’t breed so successfully either. But inside the house regular beatings are an essential part of my personal pleasure and therefore form one of my requirements.’

  Lord Raven was addressing Belinda as much as Rosie. Belinda’s heart was pounding a little at the scene that was being enacted before her, though she did not know if it were caused by fear or excitement.

  ‘And you still want to be a maid even though you get beaten? The choice is yours, Rosie.’

  Rosie nodded, her head down but her eyes raised to look at her aristocratic owner. He turned to Belinda.

  ‘Well, my dear, you’re in for a little treat. I know most women like to watch this sort of thing.’

  Belinda was undeniably fascinated. She had a good inkling of what was coming, and it would certainly be a wonderful luxury for her to be a spectator rather than the victim. She also found Rosie’s well-built body and shining skin coupled with her well-trained submissive personality equally intriguing. And she was just as breath-taken to notice, as Lord Raven stood up, that his tight-fronted trousers were bulging most impressively. Her toes flexed in her shoes and her thighs squeezed together as an instinctive reaction to her thoughts, reflexes that made her blush as she noticed them and fought them down.

  Lord Raven went to the grandfather clock and retrieved a barber’s shop strop from beside it. As he turned around and both women saw the hard leather Belinda felt the flesh on her own bottom tingling.

  The master stared at Rosie. He had the strop held in both hands across the front of his trousers, and Belinda could see he was pressing his penis with it, an observation she tried to ignore.

  ‘Very well, my girl,’ he said coldly. ‘Pass this entrance test and you’ll move in as maid this very night. Fail it and you’ll be back in the fields at sunrise.’

  Rosie brightened a little at that and nodded. Belinda was quite impressed to note such a simultaneous expression of joy and fear on a human face, but Rosie clearly felt confident about getting the promotion she wanted.

  Lord Raven turned to Wallace who stood by impassively. He raised an eyebrow to the manservant, who immediately moved towards Rosie.

  ‘How’s sir having the girl?’ he asked as he gripped her arms firmly.

  ‘Let’s try her as she is for starters, Wallace,’ came the reply, and Wallace pushed her towards the nearest edge of the table. Standing tight behind her he pushed her down over the table and then went around to the other side to face her. He gripped her wrists and pulled them, her wide eyes staring into his. Her thin dress stretched tightly across her full bottom and rode up so that the top half of her thighs were clearly to be seen. As Lord Raven took up position sideways on to the girl, Belinda noticed with consternation that not only did the aristocrat have a whopping hard-on, but that the butler had pulled the girl’s hands closer to him and had them pressed firmly against the front of his grey striped trousers.

  Lord Raven asked Belinda to hold the strop momentarily whilst he removed his jacket, and Belinda felt its weight in her hands. About eighteen inches long, an inch and a half wide and nearly a quarter of an inch thick, the feel of it in her hands once again made the skin of her legs and bottom tighten as it brought back vivid memories for her. She was once again glad to be watching rather than receiving for a change.

  The slave girl’s owner retrieved the hard leather from Belinda, smiled at her and then wheeled around and cracked it into Rosie’s bottom. The girl gave a shocked gasp as the crack echoed around the room. Wallace was still holding her close by the wrists, and her hands stretched out wide as a reflex reaction to the strop. Wallace beamed and pressed them in closer so that as they shut they automatically squeezed his bulging front and he rammed himself against her palms.

  ‘Yes, very nice,’ mused Lord Raven, ‘but now let’s raise the dress a little, shall we?’

  Wallace released his grip on the girl, and the master made her straighten up. He then bent in front of her, took hold of her hem and pulled the dress up around her
waist. Her full thighs and bottom were a very dark golden colour, Belinda observed as she watched with her breathing becoming faster and shallower.

  Lord Raven beamed at Belinda’s obvious interest, causing her heart to flutter romantically as she guiltily averted her eyes from the obscene but exciting display, and he then bent Rosie over once again. Her ample but firm buttocks stood up like great golden globes and the tightly stretched skin shone brightly beneath the chandelier. He looked at Wallace’s trousers.

  ‘You want your freedom, Wallace?’

  Wallace grinned. ‘I sure wouldn’t mind, sir,’ he said, and started to unbutton his fly.

  The plantation owner turned to Belinda. ‘He has a rather large penis, my dear. When it becomes aroused it can get caught up inside and cause him some distress which is no fault of his own. I trust you don’t object?’

  Belinda’s eyes sparkled. ‘I’m sure it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,’ she said with a knowing smile and a shrug, her forced casual manner coming from a combination of wanting to impress this handsome nobleman and the increasing confidence obtained from the unaccustomed intake of brandy. Lord Raven leered lecherously down at her cleavage and then turned back to the table.

  The butler finished undoing his buttons and reached in with his thumb and forefinger and pulled out his enormous erection. As it came free it burst upwards and stood there pounding against his waistband, very close to the prostrate Rosie’s face. With a heavy sigh Wallace again took the girl’s hands and made her grip his mighty black penis. Belinda was highly excited by now, and her hands dropped onto her lap, where she used the upper one to try to conceal that the lower was pressing as close as it could to her clitoris through her thin cotton gown. She had long ago found she could divert or diffuse her most sinful thoughts by complete or partial masturbation, and had indulged in this quite often as a safe alternative to real vice. She could see no moral wrong in this; even the Bible had only condemned the practice by men and had not mentioned women doing it. It was obviously a perfectly acceptable form of release from dangerous thoughts, especially as it involved no other person.

  Lord Raven once again took up position sideways on to Rosie. He closely examined her raised buttocks, stroking and pinching them both gently and cruelly. Then he suddenly thrust his hand fiercely between her legs and rammed it upwards to crush her clitoris with his strong fingers. Belinda was simultaneously alarmed and thrilled at this, and pressed herself through her dress again and tried to stroke the damp vulva hidden therein. She felt sure now that Lord Raven would try it on with her that night, and she was wondering whether to allow him access to her jealously guarded treasure as a precondition for marriage and the life of a lady on a rich plantation. As we will learn, Belinda’s high morals were tempered by her equally high intelligence and the practical nature that came with being born into a factory owner’s family.

  Standing to the left of Rosie, Lord Raven raised his right arm. His free hand pressed the prominent bulge at his groin. He shifted position slightly and lashed the strop down so that it struck the girl’s right buttock from the side. She screamed once and Belinda saw her hand jerk and crush Wallace’s cock tightly. The butler thrust himself hard into her palm.

  The master of the house then walked to the right side of Rosie. Standing square on to her bottom, he raised the strop above his head and then it shot downwards in a curve to strike her left buttock from the side. Rosie screamed and writhed. Wallace ground into her palms fiercely.

  Lord Raven continued to strap the girl coolly and slowly, changing position and considering his aim between each stroke. He concentrated on her golden buttocks at first, but as they turned darker and darker he worked his way down the backs of her thighs to her calves. And all the time Wallace held her by the wrists and her hands gripped his gigantic baton.

  In spite of her efforts to remain detached, Belinda was becoming overwhelmed by this fantastic scene, and was unable to prevent herself from masturbating quite blatantly through her dress while the men’s attention was fully on the slave girl. She stopped dead, however, when Lord Raven suddenly turned and looked at what she was doing with a superior grin.

  ‘I am delighted to see you are gaining so much pleasure from this, madam,’ he smirked. ‘If you are to stay here perhaps you should have a go as well? You will need to get used to it.’

  Firstly covering her own unseemly masturbation by pretending she was brushing some crumbs from her lap, Belinda’s heart pounded with terror. It was one thing to just sit and watch certain goings-on that one had no power to prevent, but to actively take a part was a rather different matter.

  ‘I… I’m not sure I should…’

  ‘Come, come, madam!’ cried Lord Raven, his black eyes glistening above his thin smile. ‘If you are to become a permanent part of this household you must surely learn to fit in with our ways, must you not?’

  Belinda’s heart once again thumped, but this time with excitement rather than terror. This extraordinarily sensuous man was either confirming his earlier offer of a position as housekeeper, in charge of people such as Rosie, or perhaps he was even hinting at marriage – into the aristocracy! She had to show that she could control staff in the customary manner.

  Already full of suppressed desire, and her clitoris aflame from the near-orgasmic state she had brought herself to, Belinda needed no further prompting. She jumped up and snatched the strop from his lordship’s hand before he could react. He and Wallace watched with joyful faces as Belinda gripped her hem from down by her ankles and pulled it right up so as to clench it between her teeth. She wore no knickers, and her marble white legs and thighs were fully exposed above her calf-length boots, as was her white vagina showing through her chestnut hairs. The dress held high, she proceeded to rub her clitoris fiercely, interrupting this every twenty seconds to aim at and lash the backs of Rosie’s thighs until she screamed for her to stop. But Belinda, watched by the two delighted men, would not stop until she suddenly arrived at a long shuddering orgasm. When she opened her eyes she found both men and Rosie, who was now standing, staring at her. She suddenly felt extremely embarrassed. She could not believe she had behaved as she had.

  Lord Raven chuckled a little sinisterly. ‘Yes, very good indeed Belinda. But when I said it was time for you to have a go, I did mean to have a go taking it, not giving it.’

  Belinda nearly died of shame and fright. But the whole electrical charge of the evening sustained her and she did not resist when Lord Raven sat her on the table and raised her dress.

  ‘Rosie,’ he said gravely, ‘you are now a maid in this house, and Miss Belinda is a maid too. She therefore had no right to beat you. Her crime will be cancelled by you.’

  Before Belinda could protest Rosie took the strop from her master, and as Wallace’s arms encircled Belinda’s waist and his hands slipped down to squeeze her vagina, the young girl got her revenge. She was cruelly unfair as she lashed Belinda with that wicked piece of hard leather, ignoring her screams and beating her thighs with a strength that Belinda had not used on her.

  The pain was indescribable, relieved only by the black manservant fondling her clitoris, and it was not until after her legs were completely numb that the laughing Lord Raven dragged Rosie off and ordered her to her room; she was to be up at dawn cleaning and scrubbing the kitchen floor with cold water.

  As the grinning girl left and the stinging subsided, Belinda’s agony was replaced by a warm sexual glow, and when the Lord smiled at her and told her with a wink to go up to bed, she went willingly, infatuated as she was by that handsome and powerful man.

  She lay in bed and tried not to masturbate in order to save herself for her new master’s. She did not know that downstairs, after she had left the room, Lord Raven had smiled as he approached Wallace, and that Wallace had smiled back. The white master slowly pulled out his own considerable penis and grinned as Wallace took hold of it. He too gripped the butler’s ma
st and they stared at each other as they mutually masturbated with long gentle strokes…

  As the sun dawned and the alcohol and the arousal wore off, so did the truth dawn on Belinda. Lord Raven had not joined her, and she was glad. She felt sick at the thought of how that horrible man had so manipulated her human emotions as to turn her into a beast like himself. And she could see that working for him was only to be a matter of being a regularly beaten maid without the dessert of being the wife of a wealthy nobleman. Deciding this was not what she was seeking, and feeling bitterly remorseful at her behaviour the night before, she realised she must continue west as she slipped from the room and away from the estate before anyone else was awake enough to spot her.

  Chapter Two

  Belinda trudged all morning in a westward direction towards a vast mountain range. She was deeply upset by the previous night’s promiscuous events, and she helped to keep her spirits up by singing Greensleeves and Annie Laurie, as well as humming and la-la-ing some of the brighter piano exercises she used to teach. She found the increasingly mountainous scenery breathtakingly beautiful, but deep depression returned as soon as she remembered the reality of her situation. To be destitute in a strange and hostile land was infinitely worse than being destitute back on the streets of Liverpool. She did not know how many miles still lay ahead of her, but she knew it was most of them. Perhaps she had been silly to slip away from Lord Raven’s house without asking for some food or money for her journey, but she had been afraid that such a man might refuse to let her go. She started to cry as she dragged her feet through the dust. And worse, although she had eaten well the night before, her long walk had brought her appetite back with a will, and above all, she was very, very thirsty.