Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2004 17:50:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Hot Brazilian Nights (Lesbian / Authoritarian, F/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between a teenager and a woman.  If this
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                        Hot Brazilian Nights
                                By
                               Jan


	It was certainly a big cultural shock for a teenager that
was the product of the union a Korean mother with a PhD
biologist.  Her father was a Polish national of German descent
who had met his wife in the United States while getting his
degree in dentistry.  Gabrielle had been raised in the U.S. and in
Europe.  Her mother got a job with the United Nations to do a
study on the possible effects on the flora and fauna of the
Brazilian flood plain if dames we built on the tributaries of the
Amazon River.  The job involved a move to Brazil.

	Arrangements had been made for them to rent a villa near
a small town called Manauus.  Mother's contract was for four
years so daddy has set up a privately owned clinic.  Before they
moved Gabrielle took an advanced introduction course in
Portuguese during her last school semester.  She already had
some Spanish so she a leg up on the new language so to speak.

	It is worth noting at this time that Gabrielle's hair is
blonde like her Polish aunt and her eyes are blue like her dad's.
She was very petite and slim, much like her mother.  Most of
her Polish cousins seem to have big bones compare to her.  Her
mother is from Korea but her skin is unusually white for an
Asian woman.  The result was that she looked more like a
German girl even down to the lack of the eye folds.

	The house her daddy rented was huge like a big palace.
It was an architectural mix.  Her mother called it a hacienda
because they use that name in some other Latin American
countries.  Looking at the house you can find influence of many
different architecture types from a Spanish, Alhambra Arabic
style to Italian Venetian style.  The only modern contribution is
the installation of electricity and an electronic security system
that surrounds the estate.  It was in stark contrast to the homes
around the villa.

	Gabrielle was to learn from the present owner that it had
been built in the 18th century when fortunes had been built
rapidly.  The house was built by a Portuguese slave trader as
part of the plantation.  African slave labor was the source of
everything that happened there.  One of the owners was named
Don Joao Dasilva.  It is quite possible that the domestics that
remain here today are probably the descendant of his exploited
victims.  Gabrielle felt guilty to be one of the wealthy families
amid such poverty, even if her family was there to try and save
the rain forest for them.

	The rich non-Brazilian tourists visit the southern part of
Brazil.  Here in the north you rarely see North Americans or
Europeans.  In fact you hardly see any native Indians.  The
towns are filled with mostly descendants of African blacks with
some Portuguese and the rest are mulatto.  She learn from her
Portuguese teacher that Salvador, Bahia was the most ancient
city in the new world involved in slave trade and that it was the
first door in the new world to open up for Africans albeit slaves.

	Upon arriving they were introduced to the domestic help
and workers for the propriety.  There were two brothers Sergio
and Paolo.  They were remarkably handsome black guys that
Gabrielle had her eyes on.  They were built like Greek Gods.
They had the builds of professional football (soccer) players
with flat abdomens and strong muscular legs and arms.
Gabrielle saw them far too rarely however.

	The cook was about the only male around the house.
Pepe was a 62-year old black man with leathery skin and hair as
white as cotton balls. Gabrielle developed a relationship with
him as if her were her grandfather.  She found that she could
talk to him and she sought him out for comfort and advice.

	But the domestic that she was most impressed with was
the giant of a black woman named was Miss Helena.  She was
the mother of Sergio and Paolo whom indeed look very much
like her.  She also was the mother of many other children all of
whom are older now.  Many went to the south for jobs in the
industrial cities.

      One look at her face and Gabrielle had the feeling that
Helena hated their family.  There was something about the
severity in her face when looking at them that forewarned her
of the woman's feelings toward them and all outsiders.

	 Olá! Meu nome é Helena.  With a big voice.

	Gabrielle couldn't help but notice that Miss Helena
didn't look like she was simpatico towards her mother or her.
She eventually learned that Miss Helena had been abandoned
by every man that had impregnated her.  Gabrielle couldn't help
but admire her for raising all of her kids by her self without a
man's help.

	Pepe told her that she saw to it that her sons were always
away from the villa because the last family that lived there was
a German family with two daughters that had an eye for the
oldest son.  He had been a gifted guitar player and was allowed
to give the girls guitar lessons.  It was not long after the lessons
started that both girls were pregnant.  Their family soon packed
up and went back to Germany and Helena's oldest son fled the
country.  It may have been because of that she suspected
Gabrielle's interest in her boys.

	Pepe told her that after that incident the owner saw to it
that the domestic staff was mostly women.

		Gabrielle found Miss Helena to be a fascinating woman.
She was a very dark black woman with a nicely robust figure.
Her arms were almost as big and firm as her sons.  Her big
hands were like a man's.  That may have been due to hard work
or maybe she had an exceptionally high level of male
hormones.  She wares large round Spanish/Mexican style ear-
rings, like traditional Spanish gypsies often ware in movies.
Her face was made up of huge lips and a flat nose and high
cheek bones that are not uncommon among people of black
African descent.  She also had large shoulder and a full bosom
that came from nursing so many babies.  While she was an
extremely large woman she still was very well proportioned.
Her round face was nicely cut with beautiful whites around her
coal black eyes.  She wore a sober traditionally long Portuguese
robe and while it gave her a respectable appearance it didn't
hide part of her large unshaved legs and the fact that beneath it
there was a big firm bottom.

	She rarely smiled or laughed.  She was always bossing
the other domestics with her booming voice, telling them what
to do and pushing them to work harder.  Her voice is very
noticeable among the other woman because it sounds almost
like a baritone in its manly tone.  Usually she hides her angry
eyes behind big old fashioned gold wire framed, tinted glasses,
much like the ones her grandfather use to wear. Clearly she was
the woman in charge in the house.

      Her thick skin was very black and more pronounce than
the other black woman.  It was as black as the blanks of her
eyes.  She always wore a white turban on her head that was in
stark contrast with here skin color.  Most blacks here in the
village were much darker than the average northeastern
population because they mix less with whites.  In Bahia and
Manaus you find a lot more mulattos who are the product of the
mixture between blacks, Indians and white Portuguese.

	Here is almost like the Caribbean, Haiti or Jamaica for
example with the only difference being that you will find black
Brazilians to be a lot taller and sexier that North American or
Caribbean blacks.  Gabrielle thought the blacks here display
beautiful muscular bodies with little fat and good looking
symmetrical faces to compliment their ebony skin.  Most could
trace their roots from the west cost of Angola and Nigeria.
They were chosen by the Portuguese slave traders for their
strong bodies and ability to work in the tropical heat where the
local Indians would die in from heat stroke.

	One day she was reading a book under the shade of an
old tree in the back yard when she looked up in the direction of
the old slave quarters and saw a beautiful mulatto standing near
a small domestic house outside the villa fence.  Her skin color
was a beautiful golden brown and her hair was long shiny and
straight.  Her face, nose and lips structure were closer to
European than African.  She thought they call that type
"morena" in Latin American countries.  In Latin America every
kind of type or Métis has a name contrary to North American
where you are either 100% white or you are black.

	The girl was washing clothes by hand.  She seemed to be
looking around very often as if she was afraid someone would
see her before she disappeared like a mouse back into the
house. It seemed as if she was trying to avoid someone.

	Gabrielle was surprised that she had not met her before.
She made a point to ask Pepe about her and found that at first
he didn't have a clue who she was talking about until she
described the girl's appearance.  Then his face lit up in full
recognition.

	He told her that the girl really did not work her at that
house.  He went on to add that she had been orphaned at the age
of three and that it was very sad that she could not use her
tongue.  She has been dump since birth and therefore really
would not be much help around the house.  His next statement
bothered Gabrielle considerably.  She was owned by Miss
Helena who had adopted her at the age of twelve.  Her name is
Lisa.

	Why had he said she owned her?

	She is now about 19 which is Gabrielle's age.  The poor
thing had never gone to school.  She works in Miss Helena's
home like a domestic.

	Three weeks later Gabrielle saw Miss Helena screaming
at the girl.  She must have done something wrong because Miss
Helena seemed to be very angry.  She was holding her by the
hair and shaking her like a rag doll.  Gabrielle saw that the girl
was crying.  The sun reflected in the tears streaming down her
cheeks.  She wanted to rush to them and beg Miss Helena to
stop hurting the girl.

	Miss Helena happened to look around and saw Gabrielle
standing close by.  She told her in her booming voice, "This girl
is good for nothing.  She always do things wrong.  She can't
even wash herself properly because she stink!  Don't worry for
her, she is just a dirty cadela good for nothing."

	Gabrielle felt very sorry for the crying girl and angry
because of the way Miss Helena was treating her.  She did not
know what to say to this Amazon sized woman to make her
stop treating Lisa like this.  Before she had time to say anything
Miss Helena let go of the girl's hair and pushed her away like
an unclean thing.

	The girl fell to the floor as Gabrielle rushed to her and
held out her hand to help her get up.  She was still sobbing and
her body was shaking.  As soon as she was able to stand she ran
to the small house with tears still running down her cheeks.
She slammed the door behind her without uttering a sound.

	Gabrielle was left standing in place.  She was very angry
with Miss Helena for the way she treated Lisa but was also
afraid to confront her.

	Miss Helena looked down at her from her 6-foot plus
stature while smoking a cigarette and glared at Gabrielle as if
she was nothing but a child.  She didn't even seem to notice the
anger in the girl's face as she turned her back on her and
returned to the big house.

	One of the other domestic women (An old skinny crone.)
that had seen the event from the big house came to Gabrielle
and told her not to worry about the girl.  "Miss Helena is like a
mother to Lisa.  If she had not adopted her she would probably
be working for one of the brothels near the port in Manaus".

	Gabrielle got over her resentment for the way Miss
Helena treated Lisa and returned to her favorite hobby, laying
next to the pool getting a tan.  Her company was her mp-3
player.  She was addicted to "Puff Daddy".  While she tried to
concentrate on the book she was reading her thoughts drifted to
how much she regretted having to leave her North American
friends.  Back there she would have had a hundred phone calls
from her friends from school.  She grinned as she thought about
how much that infuriated her mother.  She still kept in touch
with them by E-mail but the messages were getting fewer and
farther between.  The local ISP based in Bahia frequently
dropped the line too.  There are some things even paradise fails
to provide.

	One night Gabrielle could not sleep.  It might have been
because she had gotten a sun burn that day.  Or it might have
been that it was just too humid that night for her to get
comfortable.  She got up and went out onto her veranda and
looked towards the old slave quarters.  The amber glow of
lamps was visible through the windows.  Acting on a sudden
urge she decided to take a walk through the quarters and look
around.

	It was not a big problem for her to get out of the house
because her mother was someplace up the Amazon River on a
field trip.  He father did not spend much time at home either.
Gabrielle was no fool.  She figured that her father stayed in
town adding his sperm to the local pool.  She even tried to
make a mental picture of what a Polish and black half breed
would look like.

	She walked down the back stairs and followed the old
path to the slave quarters.  To reduce the mud being tracked
into the big house the paths had been bricked years ago.  She
went through the gate and without even thinking about her
personal safety she walked through the quarters.  Because there
was no electricity in the quarters the homes were lit by coal oil
or kerosene lamps.  The buildings smelled of burring oil or
wood cooking stoves.  It was like a different world.  She felt
like she could hear ghosts of the past.  She imagined that she
could hear the sounds of chains rattling and whips smacking the
skin of slaves.

	In northeastern Brazil it is very dark without the glow of
city lights.  The jungle growth obscures the moon and stars.
There were no urban sounds.  The night air only carried the
sounds of birds, insects and animals of the night.

	It was like stepping back into the 19th century.  She
suddenly felt like a fool to be roaming around here late at night
in a night robe.  The shivering was not because of cold but the
fear that she could be assaulted or something like that.  It was
not unheard of for wild beasts to wander into the quarter in
search of food.

	Then she heard the sound of a soft mellow voice that was
either singing or talking very sweetly to someone.  She
followed the sound to the house where it was coming from.  As
she approached the window of the house she heard a sound like
that of a dog lapping something off a floor or a baby sucking a
breast.  She looked in the window but the cotton drapes were
drawn.  The golden glow of a lamp made the drapes look
amber.

	Gabrielle approached closer and tried to see into the
house.  She found a small hole and peeked in.  What she saw
was the face of Miss Helena.  It was softer looking and her head
was tilted back as she moaned her words.  It frightened her to
be spying on the woman.  She looked like she was praying or
something.  For all Gabrielle knew she might have been making
some sort of Voodoo prayer.  Gabrielle had visions like an old
Werewolf movie.  Was she calling on spirits to bring forth
some sort of beast or what?

	"Mova-o outra vez para a esquerda e goo mais profundo
hohhhhh!" she uttered as she went into what looked like a
painful spasm.

	When Gabrielle moved closer she could see that she was
sitting on her bed while singing something.  Although she was
still dressed in her normal robe and turban she did have a
relaxed look on her face that was uncharacteristic of her.  She
had the look of a mother that had just put her child to bed and
was looking at the baby sleeping peacefully.

	Gabrielle was about to leave because she felt like she was
intruding and she should be in her bed too.  Then she heard a
female gasp.  She put her eye closer to the hole and noticed a
bulge in Miss Helena's robe.  It was over her lap and it was
moving.  Someone was under her robe and giving her oral sex.
Gabrielle had visions of her taking a new lover that would give
her a baby and leave her again.  She really felt like a pervert
now and backed up to leave.  She knew she was violating the
woman's privacy.

	As she moved back from the window she tripped over
something and almost fell backwards.  She recovered but her
heart pounded in her chest as she feared that Miss Helena heard
the noise.  She took a quick look again through her peek hole.
Miss Helena must have heard the noise.  As she gathered up her
robe in her hands to stand up Gabrielle saw the long black hair
of Helena's lover. She wondered what man or boy in the village
wore his hair that long.  Then she saw the golden skin and
figured out that it was Lisa lapping at the kinky hair on Miss
Helena's pussy.  The girl was clinging to her mistresses shapely
hips as she lapped at the cunt displayed before her.

      Gabrielle got one good look at Miss Helena's lower
body.  Her flesh was very dark and her pubic hair was tight
little ringlets notable because her cunt was so wet from the
saliva of Lisa's mouth

	Miss Helena's eyebrow wrinkled and her face tensed
before she shout loudly "Quem é este?"

	That startled Gabrielle and she quivered with fear.  As
she fled up the path Gabrielle was hoping that she had not been
seen.

	Miss Helena had to disengage herself from Lisa to get to
the window.  The poor child was flung against the wall and she
sat cowering there as if she had done something wrong.

	By the time Helena got to the window and opened the
drapes she could only make out the figure of someone headed
towards the big house.  The next morning she checked out the
ground outside her bedroom window.  By the small size of the
barefoot prints she figured that it must have been Gabrielle
outside her window last night.

	When Gabrielle was safely back in her bed she thought
about what she had seen.  Lisa's hair was wet and her face was
covered with a mixture of sweat or pussy juice.  She had seen
her tongue probing Miss Helena's pussy.  Helena's labia had
been almost black as coal while the flesh hidden within was
very red.  The woman was so large that her black pubic hair
was visible around Lisa's head like a black halo.

	She almost chuckled when she thought about what uncle
Pepe had said about Lisa "not knowing what to do with her
tongue."

	Having two open minded science educated parents help
broaden Gabrielle's sexual education.  Her biology teacher in
high school was a good friend of her mother's because they had
been undergraduates at the same university. The two of them
gave her a liberal sexual education.  Lesbianism was not an
unknown term to her; however, without specific information it
had been left to her imagination just how the love act between
two women might be performed.  She had just never been
exposed to it as far as she knew.  Of course there had been talk
about that one gym teacher the school had one year.  The
rumors were rampant when she did not return to the school the
next year.

	Gabrielle went to sleep that night dreaming about Miss
Helena coming into her room and waking her up by kissing her
on the lips and forcing her tongue deep into her mouth.  The
dream included Helena forcing her to worship her big pussy
with her mouth just as she had seen Lisa doing.

	Gabrielle almost dreaded seeing Miss Helena the next
day.  When she finally did bump into her near the kitchen,
nothing was said by either of them but Gabrielle thought she
saw a hint of a smile on her face as she passed her.

	That night she tried to stay away from the quarters but
the attraction was too great.  She slipped out of the big house
after she felt sure that Pepe and the housemaids were sound
asleep.  She headed right for the window of Helena's home.
When she got in place and looked through the hole in the
drapes she was not disappointed

	If Gabrielle was having any doubt about what she had
seen last night those doubts were dispelled when she looked
through the hole in the drapes.  Miss Helena was resuming her
love making with Lisa by deeply French kissing Lisa while
holding her arms spread eagle against the wall.  Lisa was held
there, eyes closed as Miss Helena's large tongue was forced
inside her tiny mouth leaving Lisa a little breathless.  Miss
Helena was pressing her body against Lisa's body such that the
nipples of her pillow like tits were being ground into Lisa.
Helena was so much bigger and she dominated Lisa so
completely that Lisa looked totally passive and so weak.  She
had no choice but to allow Helena to do with her whatever she
wanted.

	Helena's tongue instinctively shot out and slipped
between Lisa's lips as though she was trying to swab the inside
of the girl's mouth.  The sight before her eyes was enough to
encourage Gabrielle to start rubbing herself through her thin
cotton dress.

	Finally Helena took Lisa by her arm and pulled her to the
bed where she spread her legs so wide that Gabrielle could
clearly see Lisa's vagina.  It was thrilling to see her body
stretched out there. There was no hint of a tan line anywhere.
The black pubic hair was as straight as an Indian's but the
triangle of hair did little to hide her labia.  They hung past her
vagina lips like a mouth within a mouth.  Looking at that was
making Gabrielle even hornier.

	With Lisa lying on her back Helena knelt in front of the
child, between her spread legs and started to lick her small
pussy.  The woman was so big that Lisa was completely
obscured.  All Gabrielle could see was Helena's huge bottom
with her crack open.  She could see the woman's asshole and
her swollen pubis under it.  The ringlets of black, wet hair
dangled from both sides of her cunt crack.

	While watching this scene an insane idea filled her mind.
Suddenly she felt the need to let them know that she was
watching.  She had a mental vision of Miss Helena placing her
between them and her begging Miss Helena to fuck her.  She
wanted to replace poor Lisa and give her some rest.  Of course
Gabrielle was too scared to act on her thought she couldn't
move or say a word.  She even made a small scratch on her arm
with her fingernail to be sure that she was not in a dream.

	That brought her back to reality and she ran back to the
big house.  She changed into her nightgown and got on her bed.
The heat and humidity prevented her from ever putting any
sheets over her body.  It was bad enough that her bed had to be
covered with mosquito netting.

	She started having the same dream, Miss Helena coming
into her bedroom at night and roughly waking her up with a
kiss.  This dream was even stranger than the night before
because she saw her in this dream with a huge natural penis
between her legs and it was growing in size with every second.
Before she awoke from her dream she imagined that Miss
Helena lay on top of her.

	Maybe the lack of sexual contact with any males since
she left the U.S. was finally getting to her.  It seemed crazy that
she should be thinking of cocks right now.  She could just
imagine what her friend back in the States would say if she E-
Mailed Linda that she was seeing a woman with huge black
penis in her dream,  She would probably say: "Hon...ey, it's
time to find a cute Brazilian boy and fuck his brains out" lol.  .

	The next day Miss Helena started to ask her questions,
about if she had heard any strange noises in the garden or
anything unusual.  Gabrielle wanted so bad to tell her what she
had seen over the past couple of days.  She knew she was
sexually attract to this huge woman but she but was too scared
to say anything.  She thought she wouldn't want to fuck a white
girl like her.  It could be that she would not want to risk
messing with the daughter of the patron, thinking that she
would lose her job if it were discovered.  Gabrielle was trying
to think of a way to let the woman know of her true feeling and
that it could be their private secret.

	For the next few days Gabrielle was wondering if Miss
Helena at least was thinking about her in a sexual way.  One
day she was standing in the dinning-room and Miss Helena was
behind her.  She looked out of the corner of her eye at the
sideboard and saw her reflection in the glass doors.  Miss
Helena was looking at her ass.  Gabrielle felt a rush of blood to
her cheeks and an itch in her clitoris and she knew that her
panties were being wet by more than sweat.  Without appearing
too obvious she slowly moved her ass cheeks in a seductive
circle.

	Another three days passed and Gabrielle had just finished
her period.  For some reason she thought Miss Helena appeared
to be less grimacing and happier.  She found Helena to be a lot
more beautiful like that.  She was actually laughing in the
kitchen and being jovial with the other staff women.  She was
even telling them jokes in Portuguese.

	One day Gabrielle followed Miss Helena as she headed
out of the big house through the stables to the area behind the
tack room where she killed livestock that was going to be used
for meals.  She was sitting in a small chair that was lower than
her knees.  Her robe was draped between her spread legs.  This
was the first time that Gabrielle had ever seen her without her
white turban covering her head.  Her head was completely bald.
She must shave it.  Gabrielle was taken by how much she
looked like the NBA basketball star named Michel Jordan.  She
was just a darker version.  She was about to back away without
being seen when she tripped over a bottle of liniment left on the
tack room floor.

	Miss Helena spun around and came flying out of the
chair.  Chicken feathers were flying all over the place.  She
came into the tack room and grabbed Gabrielle by the arm and
yanked her to her feet.  "What are you doing here, Little
Chinese doll, are you spying on me?"

	Gabrielle's cheeks flushed with anger at being called a
"Little Chinese Doll".  She had never called her that to her face
before.  She hated to be called that because it seemed so stupid.
She was neither Chinese nor a doll.  To her a doll was an empty
headed plaything.

      She spoke back in anger that this is her father's propriety
and I have the right to be here.  Then Gabrielle said something
she regretted as soon as it was out of her mouth.  "I know what
you do to with Lisa every night.  She is nothing but a slave for
you and you abuse her and then pretend to be a good person.
You are a nasty woman!"  That said it was too late to take it
back as Miss Helena came at her with her big knife on hand.

	She was too scared to move and when she tried to step
back she found she was against the wall of the tack room.
When Miss Helena was very close to her she stuck the knife
into the wooden wall.  Gabrielle was ready to die and was
shaking like a leaf when Helena yelled at her:  "I have had
enough of you, a white bitch like you made me loose my sons. I
will give you a good lesson to hate me before killing you; at
least there will have a good reason to loose my job."

	Gabrielle almost fainted and closed her eyes thinking she
was about to die.  When she did open her eyes Miss Helena was
standing right in front of her looking at her directly in the eyes
while she lifted her robe to expose her naked pussy.

	Gabrielle knew what was about to happen next and that
made her feel a sexual desire rush through her body.  When she
looked to her left the door had been closed by someone and
when she looked back at Helena again, the woman ran her
hands slowly up her legs.  Her Fingers sought out the panties
and Gabrielle shuddered as she felt her one touch the thin fabric
that covered her sex.

	She quickly took Gabrielle by the back of her head and
fucked her mouth with her large tongue.  Her tongue was so
long that Gabrielle could hardly breathe.  She could only draw
in air through her nose which was being pressed tightly by Miss
Helena.  She pressed Gabrielle's face tightly against her large
lips with her enormous amount of saliva filling her mouth
giving Gabrielle no choice but to swallow it to keep from
choking.  Her breath was as bad as one guy she had dated one
time.  But she wasn't kissing Gabrielle for her pleasure but for
her selfish lust.

	While she was sucking the breath out of Gabrielle's lungs
she used her left hand to grasp Gabrielle's right hand and pull it
against her pussy.  The moisture Gabrielle felt on her hand was
a thick slippery fluid.  Then Miss Helena removed her hand
from her vagina and forces it into Gabrielle's mouth so that she
had no choice but to taste her juice and smell her scent.  The
most curious thing was that she adored the wine like taste.

	Miss Helena took Gabrielle's nipples between her strong
fingers and squeezed so hard that it hurt her and cause her to
feel pleasure at the same time.  Her left hand was still soiled
with the blood of the chickens that she had been butchering and
she smeared the blood all over her nipples.  Then she cleaned
the girl's tits with her mouth and tongue almost like an animal

	Miss Helena was not making love to her like a woman
would to another woman.  It was brutal in a manner that was
meant for her personal satisfaction.  She sucked on the girl's
breasts slowly almost as a baby would.  Gabrielle felt like she
was floating in heaven.  More and more she sucked the young
girl's breast until it was so painful the blood seemed to being
drained from her head.

	Gabrielle had been wondering if Miss Helena had desires
for her body but now she was being violated so viscously that
she feared that she hated her even more.  Every time she tried to
speak Helena slapped her face until she didn't try to talk
anymore.

	Miss Helena pushed the girl along the wall until she
reached a pile of saddle blankets stacked on the floor and forced
her to lay down on them.  She mounted the girl like a man
would her body between the girl's legs.  She French kissed her
with such force that her lips were being pressed against her
teeth so hard that she thought they would cut the inside of her
lips.

	Even thought Miss Helena had no penis she stimulated
the girl by thrusting her pelvis up and down grinding her coarse
pubic hair ground against the girl's soft pubic area.  She felt
every blade hair and she knew her semi cut pussy hair would
hurt her given enough friction.  When her shaved pussy came in
contact with Miss Helena's she already felt the sensation as if
her pussy had just touched a sea urchin.  She screamed with
delight when Helena pulled her body with more strength that
she thought she had until the contact of there pussies was made.
Her legs locked the girl tightly against her own body.  Gabrielle
had to hang onto her shoulders as she was held tightly in the
woman's grasp.

	Helena ground her pussy into the girl so hard that her hair
was rubbing the smooth skin raw.  Gabrielle started to
experience a different feeling.  Miss Helena's clit stated to
expand and becoming bigger while pressing in the girl's vagina.
She could hear the sound of there pussies brushing in the
silence of the stable.  They exchange fluid over and over like
two mouths would while French kissing but the contact of the
girl's shaved pussy with the woman's hard hairs made her feel a
living hell of pleasure.  Gabrielle didn't have any choice but to
be cut in pieces by another woman cunt hair.  Miss Helena's
vaginal fluid was soaking Gabrielle's vagina.  The smell of her
body filled the girl's nose and Helena was sweating all over her
body.  Beads of sweat were dripping from her nose onto
Gabrielle's face.  She could taste the salt in the woman's sweat.
She could feel Helena's fluid mixing with her own and running
between her legs to pool under her butt and making the saddle
blanket wet.

	Just as Gabrielle was starting to really enjoy the feeling it
dawned on her that Miss Helena really didn't intend to kill her.
She would ever be able to tell her parents what happened.
While she was thinking about that Helena pulled her by the arm
to a hay bail where she sat down and forced Gabrielle to her
knees between her legs.

	Miss Helens yelled, "Now I will teach you what Lisa
does to me every day.  I will fuck your mouth exactly like I do
her."  With that she tossed her robe over Gabrielle's head.  The
only light visible was that around her feet.  She was trapped
between the confines of the dark robe and the black body.  She
was forced toward the awaiting pussy. Gabrielle's nose went in
the direction of the strong sexual scent.  The knowledge that
she would soon be sucking on the cunt of this woman aroused
her to new and wonderful heights.
	It would have made no difference because Miss Helena
was not giving her a choice.  When there was no light under the
robe Helena pressed down on the back of Gabrielle's head and
shoved it hard against her pussy.  Her labia were stretched so
much that Gabrielle's face parted those lips and she felt like her
face was going to be swallowed by the enormous cunt.

	When Helena had the girl's face softly planted, she
started loving her thighs in a dance of love designed to give
herself the maximum sexual satisfaction on the stationary face.
Then she started screaming, "Lick it you little bitch!  Lick it
you fucking, cunt sucking whore!  Eat me you white piece of
trash! Suck the juice from my cunt!"

	Gabriele surrendered to her demands and did her best to
satisfy this woman.  It was all she could to keep licking her cunt
and still be able to breathe through her nose as it was being
smashed into the wet pubic bone.  In the midst of trying to
satisfy this nasty woman she suddenly experienced an earth
shaking orgasm of her own.

	Miss Helena knew that she had climaxed and kept
slapping the back of her head and extolling her to not stop until
she climaxed too.  "You are nothing but my fucking sex
machine until I say otherwise. Now suck me off or I will
smother you in my cunt hole!"

	Gabrielle tried to double her efforts by pressing her
mouth against the wet crack hidden deep in the mat of wooly
hair.  With her tongue she drilled deep into her dark hole until
she found the incredibly fat clit among the thick bush.  As she
worked on the pussy she though she would soon die from
suffocation.  It took Helena a long time to climax, when it
finally happened Gabrielle though the woman was pissing in
her mouth.  She had to swallow as fast as she could to keep up
with the flow.  The effect was to make her throat raw and she
started to chock and cough.   Her little body was trying to reject
the goo that was going down her throat.

	The girl was relieved when Helena finally stood up and
allowed her to settle back onto her knees and catch her breath
again.  She thought that Miss Helena was spent but it was not
so. She told her, "Do it again!  I want to show you a new trick
you never have done before."

	Miss Helena changed her position so that she was lying
on her back on the bale of hay and pulled Gabrielle so that she
was standing straddle of her head.  She spread her own legs
with her feet resting on the floor.  Her gapping pussy looked
like an open mouth that was asking to be kissed.  Helena pulled
her forward so that she had to kneel on the bail of hay and she
grabbed the girl by the neck forcing her head between her legs
again.  When the girl's mouth was in place the woman clamped
her thighs onto either side of her head so that the girl could not
get away.

	Gabrielle was sure Miss Helena was going to eat her
pussy.  Surprise...surprise!  With Helena's head between her
legs, close enough to smell the girl's pussy the woman slipped
two fingers into the girl's cunt and added finger after finger
until she had nothing left to do but add the thumb.  The girl felt
like her cunt was being pushed inside out.  She could not
believe it possible for her cunt was able to stretch that much.
The pain as the fist passed over the pubic bone was so intense
she thought she would faint.

	Miss Helena was a pure energy in motion once her hand
was inside.  She fist fucked the girl until she brought her to a
climax that left her exposited.  Gabrielle showed her approval
the only way she could by lapping up the juices seeping out of
the woman's pussy.  The hair on either side of her cunt was
scrapping the girl's face making her cheeks red.

	When the woman climaxed she allowed the girl to roll
off of her.  Gabrielle sat by the hay bail and rested her arm on it
as she watched Miss Helena breathe.  Her chest and tummy rose
and fell rhythmically in a comfortable pace.

	When Miss Helena sat up she gathered the girl into her
arms and sat her on her lap.  She started kissing her like a
mother would kiss a child that had brought home straight A's.
Gabrielle felt a certain amount of pride in her ability to make
Miss Helen climax so many times.  Her pussy was still sore
from the abuse it had received and she skin felt tacky from all
of the body fluids drying on her skin but for some reason not
having a choice in what happened took away all the guilt.

	When Miss Helena stood up and let her robe fall back
down over her hips and sat on the hay Gabrielle was left feeling
how raw her vagina and face were.  She had not felt the pain
during the sex but now she knew that her face would look
sunburned and she would be walking bowlegged for a few days.

	Miss Helena said, "The person that had closed the door
will open it in a few minutes and you will be able to leave.  I
know that you liked what I did to you.  I'm sure that you will
not say anything.  I know you wouldn't want to be sent back to
the U.S. any more than I would like to see you go."

	Gabrielle walked toward her and when she got close
enough she wrapped her arms around her neck and lifted her
body up so that she could kiss her on the mouth while looking
straight into her eyes.  She wrapped her legs around her waist as
she clung to her and kissed her repeatedly.  She felt almost like
she was in control for a short time.

	Helena let the girl kiss her for awhile and then said,
"That's it Chinese doll, if you continue like this..."  Gabrielle
immediately slapped her face as hard as she could.  "I'm not
Chinese!"  Miss Helena smiled and laughed and didn't
reciprocate her for the slap.

	Gabrielle looked at her eyes and said, "After I saw you
with Lisa I always wanted to ask you to teach me about lesbian
sex."

	Miss Helena told her that all she had to do was come to
her home and she would be happy to teach her everything she
needed to know.  Then she said "Lisa is jealous girl.  She could
get us in trouble if she knew what we did today".  Gabrielle
wondered what she was going to do.

	A few nights later she got a call from her mother who
was going to the capital of Brazil, Brasilia for a couple of
months to write up her report.  Her father was going to take a
vacation to visit with her for a short time.  Gabrielle was always
complaining about being bored but this time she passed on the
opportunity of coming down to Brasilia.  All she wanted to
know was how long her dad was going to be down there.  The
response gave her a month to be at the villa to explore her
lesbian fantasies.

	Her mother asked to talk to Miss Helena.  She instructed
her to look after Gabrielle and see to it that no boys are hanging
around while they are away.  Helena assured her that she would
take care of Gabrielle and no boys would be anywhere near the
villa.  She said she had good eyes and she would look after the
house.

	Mother asked her to see to it that her daughter does not
lounge around the house all day.  She suggested that she see to
it that Gabrielle is up early and has plenty of household chores
to do.  Her last instructions to Gabrielle were to do what ever
Miss Helena told her and not to be going to Bahia with out
supervision.

	The next day Gabrielle lay in bed hoping that Miss
Helena would come into her room to wake her up as she had so
many times in her dreams.  When no one came to wake her and
the morning sun started to heat up the room Gabrielle was
forced to sit up and draw back the mosquito netting and get up.
She showered and dressed before going down for breakfast.

	When she came down stairs and passed the parlor she
saw Miss Helena sitting on the sofa crossed like a Hindu in
mediation.  Her woolen pubic patch was visible under her robe.
She was watching television with a cup of south Brazilian wine
in her hand.  There were two bottles of unopened wine on the
table with a third bottle open and obviously almost empty.

	Gabrielle had never seen Miss Helena so relaxed before.
She guessed that as long as Miss Helena did know when the
masters of the house might come home she had to be on her
best behavior but now that she knew that she had the house to
herself for a month it was a different story.  She was eating a
popular northern Brazilian dish called "poto no tupuci".  That is
duck in spicy mango sauce.

	Gabrielle entered the room and stood next to her and
asked in her most authoritarian voice as she had heard her
mother do so many times, "What are you doing now Helena?"

	She responded in a casual manner, "Don't you see I'm
watching a program."  She continued eating with her legs open
wide.

	Gabrielle was furious that she was not getting the respect
she thought she should receive in her own home.  She wanted to
flee to her room and cry.  Her next thought was that it was
going to be like this until her mother got home.  Gabrielle
thought about it for a moment and turned to leave when Helena
said, "I didn't tell you that you could leave.  Stay here you
stupid girl."  She poured the cup of wine on the floor and
casually demanded that she clean it up.

	Gabrielle's reaction was both anger and hurt pride.
"Why are you treating me like this?"

	Her reply, "Didn't you want to replace Lisa and serve
me?  This is the life she lives with me and you will live by my
rules until your parents return.  Your spoiled lifestyle is a thing
of the past for the next 4 weeks.  You will obey me and do as
you are told."

	She continued, "I am not the slave of a 19 year old
spoiled brat, slavery is been over for the past hundred years in
Brazil and it will not start again with you."  I will take you
where I want and not the other way around.  I am not here to
give you pleasure but it's your duty to give pleasure to me."

	For days Gabrielle served as her domestic.  She washed
the dishes and cleaned her dirty cloths with my hands.  She was
preparing food.  She was starting to understand how hard the
life of the working class of many Brazilian women.  When she
finished the food Helena asked her to serve her she was not
satisfied with the food.  She took her by the hair and slapped
her face.  The house was one of the most beautiful in northern
Brazil.  Helena was deliberately making a huge mess
everywhere, then making Gabrielle clean it up.

	When Helena was giving instructions to the upstairs staff
or the kitchen staff she would place her hand on Gabrielle's
shoulder forcing her to her knees and she would toss her robe
over her head.  Gabrielle knew what was expected of her but if
she didn't get to her task quickly enough she could expect to
have her head slapped into the wooly pubic area.  Miss Helena
would casually continue giving instructions to staff while the
girl lapped at her pussy.

	At night Helena would lead her into her mother's
bedroom and drag her under the mosquito netting and position
herself in the middle of the satin sheets.  She expected Gabrielle
to suck her pussy until she fell asleep.  By morning the sheets
would be stained by her body sweat and her pussy juices and
sometimes there would even be a brown streak left here her butt
had been.  In the morning she would strip the fitted sheet and
leave Gabrielle to wash it.

	One night she was late coming to mother's bedroom.
Gabrielle had been waiting in the room sitting on the floor in
the dark.  Her eyes were accustomed to the light coming in
through the veranda French doors.  When Helena came in she
strode across the floor and stood in front of the bed and waited
for Gabrielle to pull her robe over her head.  Once when she
was naked, rather than getting onto the bed as she normally did,
she took her time to position her body face down across the
bed.  She moved her breasts so that she was not laying on them
by putting them under her arm pits.

	Gabrielle could see the noon light playing across her big
black ass.  She could see the crack of her ass open and the dark
sphincter ringed by dark wiry hair.  Helena demanded that she
lick her ass.  Gabrielle knelt behind her and put her face
between the warm cheeks and started licking the sweaty valley.
Helena was giving instruction during the tongue bath.  She was
told to drill her tongue as deeply as she could into the ass hole
before her and to capture and eat anything she found there.
Gabrielle had never done anything like that before. It was the
final humiliation in being broken by the woman.

	One night Helena said that she felt like calling someone.
She reached for the phone and pushed one of the intercom
buttons.  After a short pause she said, "Come up to the big
bedroom!" and hung up.

	When Gabrielle stopped licking Helena told her that she
hadn't told her to stop.  So she went back to her task.  When the
door opened she didn't stop.  She had no idea who was standing
behind her but she didn't care anymore.

	The person approached and Gabrielle could feel her body
heat on her back.  She knew who ever it was, was only inches
behind her.  She felt a hand on the back of her head and she
resumed her duty.  When Helena was satisfied she moved away
from Gabrielle and sat on the bed cross-legged.  She told
Gabrielle to service her friend.

	It was not until she turned around that she saw that it was
the old woman that helped in the kitchen.  She could have been
any age between 50 and a 100.  She was skinny and toothless.
Her breasts looked wrinkled bags.  When she moved between
her legs and placed her mouth over the pubic area she felt the
woman's pubic bone.  The vagina was dry.  She gave the
woman a tongue bath hopping that it would get moist.  If she
was pleasing the woman it was hard to tell because her cunt
was so dry.  But eventually the old woman grabbed her by the
back of her head and thrust her hips forward and smothered her
for a while before letting go.  Soon afterwards she left the room
with out saying anything.

	It dawned on Gabrielle that she must have been the
person that closed the barn door trapping her in the tack room.

	Gabrielle continued her household duties and was
subjected to groping fingers of the female staff as she passed
them.  It did not even surprise her anymore when they would
stick their fingers in her cunt or asshole.

	One day Miss Helena went to town to do the shopping
for groceries.  Gabrielle knew that she would be gone all day.
When Helena and a couple of other staff members took the
truck to town Gabrielle went to the staff quarters and entered
Helena's home/.

	She found Lisa cleaning the place.  She didn't know how
she was going to be able to talk to her.  The girl had her own
sign language but most of it was unknown to Gabrielle.  She
stated by saying Hi!

	The girl smiled and made a hand gesture.  She made a
sweeping motion towards a chair.  Gabrielle took that to mean
that she was offering a chair to sit down.  When she sat down
the girl gave her a look as if she wanted to know why she was
there.

	Gabrielle said softly that she wanted to be her friend.
The girl smiled.  She went on to say that she felt sorry for the
way Miss Helena treated her.  The girl gave her a blank look.

	Gabrielle told her all about what she had seen through the
window and what had been going on in the big house for the
past few weeks.  The girl got an angry look on her face tears
spilled down her cheeks and she started beating on Gabrielle's
chest with the heels of her fists.  She dropped to her knees and
as her arms grew tired she clung to Gabrielle's waist as she
cried.

	Gabrielle could not tell if she was angry because she was
replacing her as Helena's slave or what.  She lifted her head by
the chin and kissed her on the mouth.  The girl's breath was so
sweet.  Gabrielle wanted the kiss to last forever.  The girl
started to resist but then she returned the kiss.

	They fell out of the chair and clung to each other on the
floor.  The kiss led to feeling each others bodies.  Clothes were
removed and the two teenagers tasted each other's flesh.
Rather than one assuming the dominant role they lay on their
sides and lifted the upper leg to allow each other to taste the
other's pussy.  It was not a demanding act.  It was an act of
love.  Gabrielle was thinking that if Lisa was enjoying this as
much as she was they would never stop.

	They spend the day making love to each other.  They
only stopped when hunger forced them to eat.  As the sun was
casting shadows across the walls Gabrielle knew that the truck
would be getting back soon.  She led Lisa back to the house and
took her to her bedroom.  She bathed her and dressed her in
some of her clothes.

	The plan she came up with was to call her mother and put
her cell phone in her pocked so her mother could hear what was
said.  When Helena found Lisa dressed and in her bedroom she
ranted and raved.  She accused her of seducing her pussy slave.
The language was switching back and forth between Portuguese
and English but in what ever language she was speaking in it
was profane.  Before she could strike Gabrielle, she pulled her
cell phone from the pocket of her dress and handed it to Miss
Helena.

	As dark as her face was it paled as she listened to the
phone.  When she handed the phone back to Gabrielle she left
the room.  Her mother told her to take charge and she would be
home in the morning.

	Gabrielle put Pepe in charge of the household.  He fired
all of Miss Helena's cronies and brought in a new staff.
Gabrielle told Lisa that she was an adult and not the slave of
anyone.  She thrilled in dressing her up.

	When her mother got home and everything was told to
her.  Her mother decided she had to send Gabrielle back to the
States.  Gabrielle resisted.  She told her mother that she was in
love with Lisa.  That shocked her mother.  She sat down and
cried, should she be angry or what.

	It took her mother a few days to think about what do to.
Her daughter was an adult and could do anything she wanted.
She struggled with it and figured the best thing was to bring in a
teacher to teach them all sign language.

	The girl's were sleeping together and as the weeks turned
into months the woman accepted Lisa as another daughter.  She
even grew to accept their open show of affection.


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