Jean lay back in bed with Ted her husband gently snoring beside her. Her nipples still tingling gently and her pussy moist from the sex they had just shared. Ted had rolled off her and immediately fallen asleep but she wondered if now she might have conceived the child they both wanted.
They had been married for a year and had taken over the farm in South Africa from her parents who had decided to retire in England. Jean had been born and raised on the farm and had grown up with only black workers around her.
Despite this she did not have the caring attitude of her parents but treated the farm workers with disdain and at times she showed a streak of cruelty which made her less than popular with those who now were her employees.
She had met Ted on a visit to Cape Town and had been dazzled by his suave manner and complete self confidence which was a hallmark of the rich white community to which his parents belonged. His attitude to the blacks was no less dismissive than Jean's and on the whole they were well suited to each other and were generally disliked by their employees and their neighbours alike.
Lying in the dark African night she thought about the women who often said they new exactly when they became pregnant, how, she didn't know but certainly that feeling had never presented itself to her.
Maybe it was all a load of poppycock and she may be pregnant already without any feeling of being so. It was certainly the time of the month when the experts predicted she was most fertile and likely to conceive. With that thought uppermost in her mind she curled into a small ball and fell asleep and began dreaming of holding a fair curly haired child in her arms as she visited her friends and showed off her first born.
Her awakening was sudden and she was disoriented, unable to move as a large hand was holding her down as it covered her mouth preventing her from making a sound.
She thrashed around trying to escape but more hands grabbed her legs and arms and spread eagled her on the bed. Muttered commands followed and then her wrists and ankles were fastened with ropes and in the shape of a cross she was tied to the bed.
As she shook off the effects of her deep sleep she realised that there were four or five of the farmhands standing around the bed and as her habit was to sleep naked they had an uninterrupted view of her most private parts.
Her lower back was then lifted and a couple of pillows were thrust under her so that her pussy and arse were elevated giving everyone a fuller view of them.
Her large breasts hung sideways across her and her nipples now exposed to the night air were hardening giving the impression of sexual desire although sex was the furthest thing from her mind at that moment.
Unable to utter a sound she tried throwing her head from side to side to shake off the large black hand pinning her head to the bed. This brought an immediate response of a hard slap across her uplifted arse with a threat that unless she lay still and remained quiet she would receive more of the same but next time the implement would be a whip.
George, one of the field hands asked if she would obey the command to lie still and keep quiet. Realising it would be painful to do anything else she slowly nodded her head in agreement. The hand was lifted from her face and she was able to lift her head and look around the room.
Ted, her husband was also naked but tied to a chair in the corner of the room. He was gagged with an old dirty cloth and looked as though he had taken a couple of hard slaps to the face before he had succumbed to the inevitable.
There were four of the young farm hands standing at the foot of the bed and the bulge in the front of their trousers showed they were enjoying the sight of their naked young mistress and obviously thinking with anticipation what they would rather do than just looking.
To Jean's surprise there were two women there also. Sarah, the family cook and Martha the housekeeper were standing, arms folded, apparently organising the operation. It had been Sarah's strong heavy arms which had held her helpless as a baby and she now instructed one of the men to massage Jean's breasts with particular attention to the nipples.
Within seconds Jean's nipples were hard as rocks in the fingers of the young man and then with horror Jean realised her pussy was beginning to respond and become moist. Seeing her response to the action on her breasts, Martha stepped forward and pushed a thick black finger into Jean's pussy and rotated it gently.
Jean's lower body jerked in both surprise and pleasure and a small yelp escaped her lips. Laughing together the two black women said "She likes that."
"Why not give the young miss some more Martha?" suggested Sarah.
Without any hesitation Martha added a second finger to the wet pussy. This time Jean could not stop a low moan escaping her lips.
"Maybe we will get a 'Thank you' for once. "said Martha.
Despite the burning in her pussy and the pleasure of the fingers in it Jean snarled "Never to you two fat old women"
Martha and Sarah chuckled as Martha pushed her thumb into Jean's arse to join the two fingers reaming her pussy. The reaction from Jean was instantaneous and her whole lower body arched to take as much of the fingers and thumb as she could.
Her moans were now filling the room and with rock hard nipples and soaking pussy she climaxed all over Martha's hand. The feeling was nothing compared to that which followed as Sarah lowered her thick lips onto Jean's left nipple and started a gentle sucking.
The moans and squeals grew in intensity as she was carried to heights of pleasure no man had ever invoked in her. Then it stopped. Fingers were removed and lips taken away from the nipples.
"No, don't stop." pleaded Jean.
"What do you say for us to start again?"
Despite the desire for more Jean's stubborn streak took control. "Never, you old cows."
Martha and Sarah smiled to each other and turned towards Ted.
"Maybe the master will say please." said Martha.
