Walterian
Spectator
I am a slave and Samantha is my wife. We are slaves on a plantation, we have a cruel master, punishes for the slightest infractions. The overseers walk around and whip us with whips so that we work better. We will not work out the prescribed norm - from 25 to 50 blows with a whip. Some of us, exhausted from work and beatings, fell from another blow and could not get up - 50 blows. Failure to fulfill marital duties is also punished, if the wife does not give her husband, or the husband does not satisfy his wife, it is worth complaining to the overseers, and your half is 80 strokes. They also flog for smaller things. There is no living space on our backs. It is very difficult to breathe, the heat and hot air burn the lungs, which have already been beaten off during punishments. They cut mercilessly. When we are untied after a flogging, we often cannot walk ourselves, it happens that we lose consciousness. And at night, tired after a hard day, he must satisfy his beloved wife, otherwise if he complains, 80 blows of the whip, which I cannot stand, especially after this week ... And so, we live. But we don’t even think about escape and rebellion. No one is ever killed here, but they can be flogged to death. But we are happy and satisfied with life, and we love each other.
The day was hard. Today they cut the reeds. I didn't finish my territory a bit. Exhausted, they took me to the chief overseer. 25 lashes, he said. Samantha came up to me, clung to me, and said that I must endure the punishment. I trembled with fear. I was flogged 2 days ago; my back has not yet healed. She took my hand and led me to the post. I quickly got attached. A whip struck my trembling body. I screamed out loud in pain. Tears and cold sweat poured from the second blow. Then I just wheezed. With each blow, the forces remained less and less. By 25, I almost hung helplessly. I was untied from the post and brought into the house. Samantha began rubbing salt water on my cut back. I winced after every touch. When she finished, she said she wanted me to fuck her. And today she was overexcited both from hard work and from my spanking. I got up by force. She knelt down and leaned against the bed. I took off her loincloth and put it on her, started fucking. She screamed loudly, and I kissed her scarred back. Then she bit the blanket and began to convulse. I hugged her tightly and we had an orgasm together. So, we fell asleep.
In the morning she woke me up and said it was time to go to work. We went out into the field. The overseers were already going and whipping the slaves. Then one of them approached us. First, he whipped Samantha. She yelped in pain, tears welling up in her eyes. Then he hit me with a whip over yesterday's scars. I roared in pain, and after the second blow, I pissed and began to fall. Samantha picked me up and didn't let me fall. Hold on, she said. You don’t want to be at the post right in the morning. We still have a hard day, and this is just the beginning.
Samantha sighed heavily all day; something was wrong with her well-being. During the entire working day, she received more than 10 whiplashes. And she worked worse than others. I asked her what hurts her, and she said that today, probably, the beginning of menstruation is affecting. Little attention was paid to us, because one slave who fainted while working was punished. All attention was on her. Unfortunate poured 50 strokes. She lost consciousness during the punishment, she was brought to her senses and continued.
By the end of the day, Samantha complained to the overseer that she hadn't worked well that day, hadn't picked enough cotton, and that she needed to be flogged. This was not really noticed, and it turned out to be so. She also added that yesterday she did not reach the norm. The overseer said, "Stupid, 50 lashes of the whip await you. Why did you blather?" She said: "I am a slave, guilty and should be punished in full." "As you wish," he said. "Let's throw off up to 25 for honesty." "No. Fully,” she said in a voice trembling with fear. I hugged her and asked why. Then I realized that she herself was frightened because she was trembling. I led her to the post, removed her loincloth, and kissed her back, which They tied her up and let her rag bite. "I was tied. With every blow, something went down in me. Tears flowed from her eyes in streams, sweat streamed all over her body, blood dripped from her back, the unfortunate woman pissed herself. I also cried looking at her. I was so excited, I couldn't help it, and finished. This was noticed by the slave who was standing in front. I felt uncomfortable, but she said that it was normal, and if I wanted, I could cuddle up to her. I shook my head. By the 50th stroke, poor Samantha was without feelings, they brought her into the house, put her on the bed ovate. Now it was my turn to look after her back. I decided not to bring her to her senses yet, but from the salt water she came to her senses. "I love you like no one else," I said. "You too," she whispered. And we shared a long kiss. "You can't do it today," I said. "Why? Oh, yes,” she recalled. - "If you want, you can fuck me in the ass." "I haven't tried it yet; I don't know how." "I'll teach you somehow!" "What same you lustful!" "And what else should I be? I work hard all day in the heat, look at naked slaves and slaves, they constantly flog me and them. This is one joy in my life."
The day was hard. Today they cut the reeds. I didn't finish my territory a bit. Exhausted, they took me to the chief overseer. 25 lashes, he said. Samantha came up to me, clung to me, and said that I must endure the punishment. I trembled with fear. I was flogged 2 days ago; my back has not yet healed. She took my hand and led me to the post. I quickly got attached. A whip struck my trembling body. I screamed out loud in pain. Tears and cold sweat poured from the second blow. Then I just wheezed. With each blow, the forces remained less and less. By 25, I almost hung helplessly. I was untied from the post and brought into the house. Samantha began rubbing salt water on my cut back. I winced after every touch. When she finished, she said she wanted me to fuck her. And today she was overexcited both from hard work and from my spanking. I got up by force. She knelt down and leaned against the bed. I took off her loincloth and put it on her, started fucking. She screamed loudly, and I kissed her scarred back. Then she bit the blanket and began to convulse. I hugged her tightly and we had an orgasm together. So, we fell asleep.
In the morning she woke me up and said it was time to go to work. We went out into the field. The overseers were already going and whipping the slaves. Then one of them approached us. First, he whipped Samantha. She yelped in pain, tears welling up in her eyes. Then he hit me with a whip over yesterday's scars. I roared in pain, and after the second blow, I pissed and began to fall. Samantha picked me up and didn't let me fall. Hold on, she said. You don’t want to be at the post right in the morning. We still have a hard day, and this is just the beginning.
Samantha sighed heavily all day; something was wrong with her well-being. During the entire working day, she received more than 10 whiplashes. And she worked worse than others. I asked her what hurts her, and she said that today, probably, the beginning of menstruation is affecting. Little attention was paid to us, because one slave who fainted while working was punished. All attention was on her. Unfortunate poured 50 strokes. She lost consciousness during the punishment, she was brought to her senses and continued.
By the end of the day, Samantha complained to the overseer that she hadn't worked well that day, hadn't picked enough cotton, and that she needed to be flogged. This was not really noticed, and it turned out to be so. She also added that yesterday she did not reach the norm. The overseer said, "Stupid, 50 lashes of the whip await you. Why did you blather?" She said: "I am a slave, guilty and should be punished in full." "As you wish," he said. "Let's throw off up to 25 for honesty." "No. Fully,” she said in a voice trembling with fear. I hugged her and asked why. Then I realized that she herself was frightened because she was trembling. I led her to the post, removed her loincloth, and kissed her back, which They tied her up and let her rag bite. "I was tied. With every blow, something went down in me. Tears flowed from her eyes in streams, sweat streamed all over her body, blood dripped from her back, the unfortunate woman pissed herself. I also cried looking at her. I was so excited, I couldn't help it, and finished. This was noticed by the slave who was standing in front. I felt uncomfortable, but she said that it was normal, and if I wanted, I could cuddle up to her. I shook my head. By the 50th stroke, poor Samantha was without feelings, they brought her into the house, put her on the bed ovate. Now it was my turn to look after her back. I decided not to bring her to her senses yet, but from the salt water she came to her senses. "I love you like no one else," I said. "You too," she whispered. And we shared a long kiss. "You can't do it today," I said. "Why? Oh, yes,” she recalled. - "If you want, you can fuck me in the ass." "I haven't tried it yet; I don't know how." "I'll teach you somehow!" "What same you lustful!" "And what else should I be? I work hard all day in the heat, look at naked slaves and slaves, they constantly flog me and them. This is one joy in my life."