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2010-01-14T12:12:00.000-08:00

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2009-11-23T08:55:00.000-08:00

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2009-09-14T15:37:00.000-07:00

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2009-09-09T12:34:00.001-07:00

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2009-08-30T16:19:00.000-07:00

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2009-08-11T09:30:00.000-07:00

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2009-08-10T08:20:00.001-07:00

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2009-08-10T08:08:00.001-07:00

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2009-07-17T10:26:00.001-07:00

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2009-06-11T16:26:00.001-07:00

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2009-06-10T13:58:00.000-07:00

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2009-05-07T11:56:00.000-07:00

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2009-04-28T14:38:00.001-07:00

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2009-04-15T13:48:00.000-07:00

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2009-03-28T12:06:00.000-07:00

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2009-03-26T14:11:00.000-07:00

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2009-03-24T09:20:00.000-07:00

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2009-03-21T13:34:00.001-07:00

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2009-03-17T09:42:00.001-07:00

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2009-03-05T14:58:00.000-08:00

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2009-03-05T14:38:00.000-08:00

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2009-02-27T10:34:00.000-08:00

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2009-02-18T13:27:00.000-08:00

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2009-02-17T13:50:00.000-08:00

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2009-02-06T14:25:00.001-08:00

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2009-01-29T08:38:00.000-08:00

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2009-01-27T15:05:00.001-08:00

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2009-01-19T13:30:00.000-08:00

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2008-12-31T14:42:00.000-08:00

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2008-12-24T10:24:00.000-08:00

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2008-11-26T11:30:00.000-08:00

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African Captive

2008-11-18T17:16:00.001-08:00

Emily Robinson, a young, Victorian wife, comes to southern Africa with her husband to settle and start a new life. The life that awaits her however, is nothing like what she expects. Africa is a dark and mysterious continent in 1842; a world utterly different from the lush, idyllic countryside of the south of England where Emily has grown up. Her husband takes his young wife to Africa in the company of a group of settlers, to search for free land and fortune. When the couple arrive in Africa, Emily is stunned when quite by accident she witnesses the brutal whipping of a beautiful, but seemingly wild native girl. Having been sheltered all her life, Emily finds the whipping repellent. And yet, it stirs something within her deepest being that clings to her. It was the whipping that the white woman remembered now, as she gazed out over the vast empty chasm below her. That was what his question brought to mind. The beginning.She was seated on a precipice of weathered stone, overlooking a lush, but rugged river canyon. The sun was setting and a pale, thin sliver of moon still hung in the western sky. The heat of the day clung to the rock, turning the evening air balmy.She felt a rustle and heard the man sit on the rock behind her. He had been made curious but not angry by her failure to immediately answer his question. “Tell me,” he breathed.She was puzzled. Most of it he already knew. Even so, she realized without shame, she wanted to tell him the tale. She had known loneliness, but not now. Not with him. Always he demanded that they share every intimacy and her story bespoke of who she was at the deepest levels of her being, then and now. It was the whipping, she thought again, nodding to herself. A horrible, barbaric sight that had stunned the sheltered and proper, young Victorian woman who had witnessed it. Being in truth one of her first real encounters with Africa, it seemed to mark the day her life turned from the course of a normal, chaste, settler’s wife of devout Calvinist faith, to the extraordinary fate that lay ahead. In the years that came she had come to worship different gods and believe in their signs and destinies. The whipping at that colonial port had been an omen.The woman drew a heavy sigh and shifted her weight on the rock, trying to get comfortable. She was surprised he was asking her now to relate the events of her stained past. Like all men he seemed paradoxically absorbed and disinterested with female musings. Yet he was a man. And the world belonged to men. She sometimes thought he considered her unimportant, her life and feelings a mere triviality too insignificant to share.But now they were alone and close. He was asking, not demanding. That was compelling in itself.“It started with the whipping…” she said softly, repeating her thoughts. But her voice trailed off. She fell silent with sudden doubt. Had she turned to him, the face of her beloved was still visible in the gathering darkness. But she kept her gaze forward, looking back across the gorge and listening to the distant roar of the river below.“Tell,” he whispered. Still asking. She closed her eyes briefly and nodded. It was no longer in her spirit to deny him anything. The moon at last fell behind the cliffs beyond the river and traces of blue fled the sky. And as the stars began to wink into life she told him the tale that spoke of who she was. Perhaps her story could only be judged in the telling-
EXTRACT
Ironically, she really had no reason to be there. Had they been
back home in England she, an upstanding but delicate young woman would
never have been in a place like that courtyard. Nor would such a scene
have occurred in front of her. It was 1842 and Queen Victoria had been
on the throne only five years. It was a time when young women in the
Western world, of genteel social class, were looked upon as the
“fairer sex.” The sex to be led and guided. Treated with mixed
paternalism and respect but sheltered from the vulgarities of life.
She had been an innocent young lady then, in the most refined sense.
Emily and her husband Jon were settlers; prospective farmers newly
arrived in the colony. They had left their homeland, but unlike many
of their day, were not criminals or refugees. They were part of a
religious company of families whose faith had led them to abandon
comfortable lives in lovely southern England. They had come to
colonize- and build.
Eagerly they sought both freedom and order in the wilds of a
far off continent, paradoxically to create another England, extending
her culture and dominion even as they fled from its religious
constraints.
But then, they saw no incongruity in this. They were British.
What other culture worthy of God’s elect was there, but England’s?
What other civilization save that of the Christian West? They were the
new elect, called to live holy lives in a community set apart,
spotless and cleansed of secular unrighteousness. But a community of
English men and women, nonetheless, who would create a new Britannia
on the sun drenched African highlands.
As well there were temporal considerations. The great lands of
the interior were said to be the rich and fertile, waiting for the
hands of the chosen to extract a bounty. The Almighty had given this
vastness as their inheritance, populated it only with black savages
who were little more advanced than screeching baboons. They could of
course be converted to the true faith, and be used as servants and
laborers- or pushed aside and eliminated by righteous might. In any
case, they were no threat to the superior white man. The new Albion
was theirs to claim.
This day the settlers had come ashore. Emily’s husband was a
representative of the company, and had urgent business to conduct at
the government house. She had come along, not wanting to be away from
her husband in such a strange new land. They were troubled by the
rumor of war, and the news that Her Majesty’s government had closed
the lands they had intended to take in the north.
“Oh, Jon, we really haven’t come all this way for nothing, have we?”
asked Emily as they picked their way along the bustling, filthy
street. The bright African sun was oppressive and Emily, a typical
Englishwoman was dressed for a mild day in London. Dark colored, long
cotton dress; blouse buttoned up to her neckline and a full ensemble
of feminine underthings all conspired to make the heat unbearable. Yet
Emily did bear it. There was no other way for a modest young Christian
wife to dress. Her fair face flushed some from the humidity and heat,
but she tried to appear stoic for her husband. She did wrinkle her
nose however, at the street mud on her polished leather shoes.
“Do you think we’ll be allowed to trek to the interior?” she asked.
“I… I don’t know,” replied Jon nervously. “We’ll see what the
commander has to say, then we’ll talk to the other brethren and see
what they want to do, I guess.”
Emily sighed. It was her husband’s usual indecisive manner. She had
no idea why the other settlers had elected him as their spokesman. She
suspected it was because he was young and of a constitution easily
controlled by some of the more assertive men of the group. But in any
case she loved Jon dearly and was glad to see his pride in assuming an
important position within the elect.
Their party of settlers had arrived at the African port only
the day before, to be told the shocking and unwelcome news that the
frontier had been closed. There was unrest among the tribes of the
interior, particularly the formidable Ndebele and Zulu, who were
warring with each other, as well as the Boers and other smaller black
tribes. The colonial government simply did not have the manpower to
protect the immigrants.
But Jon and Emily had few options. They and the other settlers in
their group had only just disembarked from a six-month voyage. They
had no money for a return passage and their provisions were limited.
They had expected to claim land soon after arriving in Africa and had
no other means of support. The small purse that their settler’s party
had pooled was needed to buy wagons and a little more food. Beyond
that they had to live off the land.
Jon turned down another street, searching more or less
aimlessly for the government building that administered the colony.
The town they were walking through was not only dirty, it was rough,
intimidating in the way of towns that bordered wild lands. The people
here were mostly white, British, but this was not England. That fair,
green isle was a world away, in more senses than one.
Nearly naked black natives also roamed the streets. Mostly
young women wearing little more than bead drops around their waists
which covered only their sexes- and that imperfectly. They seemed
utterly unconcerned about their near nudity and Emily, who had seen
few blacks in her sheltered life was fascinated by their jet, ebony
skin and Negroid faces. She was repulsed by their immodesty, but was
also struck by the savage dignity about them. Their dark, bare breasts
sprang and bounced proudly on their chests as they walked, chattering
with one another in their heathen language. A strange feeling came
over Emily. Inexplicably, she suddenly wondered what it would be like
to be one of those women. So free and uninhibited with her body. It
was shocking, so unlike her own culture and mores. Yet the unashamed
exposure of skin seemed strangely appropriate in this exotic land.
The black men were even more impressive to the young English
wife. They wore little more covering than the women, though they were
often richly adorned with trinkets and regalia that Emily supposed was
some indication of rank. All of them, even the older men were
handsomely muscled and physically well built. They seemed so savage
and wild, so utterly alien to her own genteel society and experience.
Yet, there was a dignity about them as well, a bearing that was hard
to reconcile with her previous impression of blacks as ape-like sub
humans. She wondered what life was like for them. Did they think as
she did? Did they have families? Did they have marriage, culture,
institutions? Or were they the primitive throwbacks that the European
men said they were.
Emily quailed slightly and drew near Jon as a fearsome looking
warrior strode by, accompanied by a black woman who walked a step or
two behind him. The young white wife could see the power in his frame;
his bulging shoulder muscles, his sinuous limbs and superbly toned
loins. She wondered if he and his woman had relations the same awkward
and tentative way she and Jon did. Or was he as wild and passionate as
his persona?
Emily caught her breath, suddenly shocked at her own thoughts.
This was not the sort of thing a young woman of quality thought about.
She closed her eyes and tried to dismiss such ideas from her mind. The
heat must be affecting her, she reasoned.
At last at the end of the dusty thoroughfare they saw the low
walled compound and the Union Jack, hanging listlessly from a pole in
the still, humid air. A sentry was posted at the gate and directed
them to the administration building.
“Bugger the bloody niggers,” shouted an irate man who was leaving
the office just as Jon and Emily entered. “We’ll take into the
interior anyway, we will. With or without the Queen’s bloody gentleman
army. We’ve got guns and men for it…”
Jon turned to see his wife flush at such course language. During the
voyage from Portsmouth he’d cringed whenever Emily overheard the
sailors and their salty talk.
The administration building was stone and retained some of the
morning’s coolness. It was a welcome relief from the street and Emily
took a seat on a rough-hewn wooden bench in the lobby. The colony
clerk’s office was busy and crowded. Several more hard-bitten
characters with foul mouths were vocally protesting the official ban
on moving into native lands. Even now, Emily was surprised to hear
such language in an office of Her Majesty’s government and sat
blushing in the corner, unconsciously moving closer to her young
husband.
Jon took her hand in his and tired to smile reassuringly. Once
again he tried to force down the resentment and distrust that he felt
when Emily was around other men.
At eighteen, she was the epitome of an English Rose; chaste and
modest, poised, religious and very loyal to her husband. Fair haired
and gray eyed, she was petite, yet stunningly proportioned. And still,
even after a year of marriage he was rather… well, rather afraid of
her beauty. She was so dignified, so pure, that he sometimes felt he
was sullying her with his presence. A ridiculous notion for a husband,
he knew- and he had expected the feeling to wear off after they had
been married and become intimate. It hadn’t.
Jon continued to be, if the truth were told, more than a little
intimidated by Emily’s charms. His own sexually repressive upbringing
didn’t help. Incredibly, he still had not really seen her naked. He
had felt her soft inviting body of course, in their married bed, but
her modesty and his inhibition were such that lovemaking, when it
infrequently occurred, was done in the dark. A secret thing that they
like many of their contemporaries were ashamed of. Sex among the
religiously proper was veiled with shame; an ugly, groping thing to be
performed blindly and stoically to facilitate procreation, but
certainly not to be discussed between husband and wife. There was
something frustratingly missing in the tentative relations of their
marriage bed, but neither Jon nor Emily would dream of speaking of it.
The repression ingrained into Jon had another unfortunate
effect. He could manage an erection only rarely. Emily was far too
inhibited to touch his penis, and he was ashamed to stroke it while
she was beside him. His shame and embarrassment would overcome the
feelings that her beauty had inspired and he would remain flaccid,
becoming even more ashamed.
Compounding everything was Emily’s habit of never talking while
performing the chore. Jon also never spoke. Yet his basic drives
seethed away unabated, and away from their shared bed his passions
burned.
Jon’s insecurity had also made him paranoid about his wife.
Emily was chaste and totally loyal and he knew it. But his unreasoned
doubts literally ate him from the inside. His guilt became yet another
barrier to performance.
Now, standing literally at Africa’s door, he had the strangest
foreboding- a premonition that the woman he loved could not survive
here and that the die was cast. In bringing Emily here he would loose
her, but how he did not know. A moment later he smiled grimly and
dismissed the ridiculous thought.
At length a colored servant called them and they both stepped
into an office. A uniformed white man rose from behind an ornate desk
and extended his hand.
“How do you do, I’m Captain Oliver Teal. I’m the Queen’s
authority in this colony, pending the assignment of a Consul. Please,
have a seat.”
“Jon Robinson. And this is my wife, Emily. We’ve only just
arrived.”
The officer nodded and frowned. “Yes. At the worst possible
time I’m afraid.”
“Captain, I represent a group of settlers. We have charter
papers from London, but now we’ve been told the interior had been
closed,” said Jon. “Some kind of nonsense with the blacks?”
“Not nonsense, Mr. Robinson, a war. And a very serious one.
Some of my men have just returned from a reconnaissance along the
river. The conflict is spreading to other clans and to the farmers as
well. Several white settlements have been attacked. And all of the
tribes are very restless.”
“Why… why don’t you punish them?” asked the young man. “Clear
out the filthy wretches.”
“They are very numerous and fierce, Mr. Robinson.”
“But they’re only savages. Surely British arms…”
The captain smiled faintly and shook his head. “Mr. Robinson,
have you ever been in the army?”
“Why, no… I…”
“No, indeed,” said the officer softly. “If you had, you would
know it is not a simple matter to track a cunning and determined enemy
who greatly outnumbers you and roams over a vast wilderness that only
he is familiar with.”
“They’re still savages, Captain. They don’t have the white
man’s intellect or ingenuity.”
“They are intelligent enough to keep us on this side of the
river,” said the captain. “And no one who meets them in battle ever
afterward questions their bravery. You and your company would do well
not to underestimate them.” Teal frowned again. He could see the
arrogance in the young man’s face. Arrogance in Africa could kill. “I
have explicit instructions,” continued the captain. “Under no
circumstances am I to risk any force beyond the river boundary.
Settlers are restricted to mapped sectors of the valley.”
“But captain, the good land has already been settled there, by
the Boers,” burst Jon, indignantly. “We’re well armed and in a party
of eleven men…”
“Mr. Robinson I know that once you leave here, ban or no ban I
cannot stop you from heading into the interior like the other fools.
But I’m telling you that to do so would be a mistake,” he glanced at
Emily, “especially with women. Your eleven men are not sufficient and
Her Majesty’s forces cannot help you past the river.”
“These black monkeys,” scoffed Jon. “We will shoot them down
long before they can throw their spears at us.”
There was a knock at the door and an aide appeared. He saluted
and handed a dispatch to the commanding officer.
The captain sighed and sat back in his chair. “Well… things do
seem to be cooling a bit. The captain of my sortie reports no
encounters with war parties or hostile groups.”
“Then we can proceed,” said Jon confidently.
“This could be merely a ruse to draw us out. Or perhaps they’re
gathering their strength.”
“Or perhaps they’ve been cowed by British arms and have
retreated to swing in the trees where they belong,” said Jon.
“The ban is still in effect,” snapped the captain.
“But you say things have calmed down…”
“If you’ll excuse me, I have perform the morning inspection,”
said the captain.
“Sir,” said Jon formally. “As an Englishman, can you at least
tell me which of the closed areas would be the safest for families?”
The captain stood silent for a moment, then sighed. “Very well,
come with me and we’ll go over it. Unofficially, you understand.”
“Yes, of course,” said Jon.
“Your wife may want to stay in the compound until we return,”
said the captain. “Much cooler here than on the parade field, you
know.”
The two men headed out the rear door, while Emily was shuffled off
by a friendly aide down to a courtyard, near a small garden by a
fountain where she could sit for short time.
She was waiting patiently and unobtrusively among the cool greenery
when the soldiers brought the victim in.
At the far end of the courtyard she heard a commotion, a
scuffle followed by female shouts and male curses. A black woman,
freshly captured on a sortie into the bush, was being dragged into the
yard by several white soldiers.
Emily thought she was the most wretched person she had ever
beheld. The woman, almost a girl really, no more than Emily’s age,
appeared to be totally wild. She screamed and struggled, fighting and
biting with incredible strength. It took three large white men, each
more than twice her weight to restrain her and stretch her out,
standing within a stout wooden frame. After more struggle, they
secured her arms over her head to a spar, then kicked her legs apart.
Emily watched with fascinated horror. She had never heard of a
woman being whipped. The prospect seemed barbaric, but she had to
remind herself that this was Africa and the woman was just a black.
Now safely chained, the native girl suddenly slumped quietly. She
seemed to realize that she had lost for the moment and remained still
enough for Emily to observe her closely. She was naked, except for the
very brief little strings of beads that hung over her sex. These were
supported by a thin leather cord around her waist. She wore no
covering over her dark buttocks, a fact very convenient for the
soldiers who were about to punish her.
The black girl turned and looked at Emily, her dark eyes flashing
with contempt. An ugly white sergeant, brandishing a whip approached
the prisoner. “Now, my little lampblack slut. We’ll see if we can put
a more agreeable spirit into you.”
The black girl sneered at him defiantly, but the sergeant only
smiled.
The first lash landed square on her back. The black girl took
it stoically. It was Emily who cried out with the savage impact of the
blow. She wondered what crime the girl had committed to warrant such
severe punishment.
The next stroke licked at her left rear cheek, leaving a thin
line of blood. Still the girl said nothing.
When the third lash curled around her thighs, the black girl
finally caught her breath with a sob. She screamed out a long curse in
her own language, which was cut short by the next lash.
Emily watched, riveted with morbid captivation as the flogging
continued. The black girl was crying out now, but not with the shrill
screams or pathetic pleadings of most victims. She shouted with each
lash, a guttural cry of pure hate and defiance mixed with agony. There
was courage in her cries, but it meant nothing to the white man who
was whipping her.
“You’ll spread those black legs when the men want it now!”
shouted the sergeant. “You nigger bitch!”
The lashes began to draw tiny lines of blood as they fell on
the woman’s rear cheeks, back and thighs. Still she emitted nothing
but the defiant grunts at each blow. Once again she looked at Emily
and the white girl sensed the iron will behind her gaze. It was Emily
who felt fear. Fear of such courage and fortitude in someone she
regarded as a savage and an enemy.
Deep inside she knew she would not have the strength to face
such punishment and remain undaunted. A strange realization that this
unhappy native girl was far braver than she, gnawed at Emily’s mind.
She realized that any civilized Englishwoman she knew, including
herself, would make any compromise or capitulation under that whip.
She could not endure such pain without surrender, but fortunately, she
told herself, she would never have to. No one, of course, would ever
whip a proper, white Christian woman that way.
The black girl was rasping and spitting now, but her face still
betrayed resistance and solidarity. Still the whipping continued.
The young blond wife grimaced. The sergeant too seemed frustrated by
the girl’s stubborn refusal to beg for mercy. He laid into her even
harder, but she only shouted louder, with more vehemence.
Emily now had tears in her eyes and had to turn away. Immediately
she heard a shout.
“That will do, sergeant,” snapped the captain, who had just
returned from the parade grounds. Jon stood behind him and Emily ran
quickly to his side.
“No more of this. Cut her down,” ordered the captain.
“But sir,” protested the sergeant. “She’s dangerous… she’s got
to be broken.”
“So does a horse,” said the captain. “But you don’t whip it
half to death to do so.”
“Yes… yes sir,” growled the sergeant, with little contrition.
The girl was cut down and Emily was astonished to see she had the
strength to walk as they led her away.
“I’m sorry you had to see that ma’am,” said the captain to the
shaken Emily. “These native wenches are wild. They have to be whipped
like that to keep them in line and get them to work. Though this man
went beyond what I normally allow. You understand.”
“Yes captain, we understand,” said Jon. He had to hold his shaking
wife. “They’re savages after all, my dear.”
“But why… why doesn’t someone give her something to wear?” asked
Emily. “Even a rag at the least.”
“They’re like animals ma’am,” said the captain. “Clothing’s a waste
on them.”
“Still, said Emily. “A decent regard for propriety would require…”
“As I said ma’am, no one gives the dark women a second thought.
Except the fellows who keep the girl. And they’d just as soon see her
naked as not, if you know what I mean.”
“Uuhhumm, Captain,” said Jon. “My wife is quite religious and… well,
naive about such matters. Please forgive us, I think she has seen and
heard enough of the natives for today.”
“Yes, of course,” said the captain. Then by way of apology he added,
“You must remember, this is a difficult post for the men. We’re on the
far side of the moon here and if I must give the men an occasional
diversion in the form of a dusky-skinned native woman… well there it
is.”
“Of course,” said Jon. “As I said, they’re just savages. Good
day, captain.”
“Good day, sir…” said the captain, then remembering his manners
in front of a lady. He tipped his hat, “Again, your pardon ma’am.”
The captain showed the couple politely out of the compound and
watched them go. He knew from the way the boy was talking that he and
his party were determined to trek inland, regardless of the ban.
“Fool,” he muttered to himself. The boy was too young to have a wife
like that.
If that fair-skinned, lithe creature was his… Well he certainly
wouldn’t drag her to a land like this. Emily belonged in a quaint
village, in green and idyllic England, sitting in front of a cozy
hearth with toe headed children at her side.
He shook his head and turned back to his office. This could be
a hard country for a woman so lovely, so delicate and pure. Even the
captain could not know just how hard.

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2008-08-22T11:14:00.000-07:00

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2008-08-03T13:48:00.000-07:00

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2008-08-02T13:37:00.000-07:00

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2008-07-31T12:14:00.000-07:00

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2008-07-26T12:40:00.000-07:00

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2008-07-26T12:20:00.000-07:00

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2008-07-13T16:47:00.001-07:00

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2008-07-08T13:38:00.000-07:00

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2008-07-08T13:32:00.001-07:00

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2008-06-23T19:02:00.001-07:00

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2008-06-19T09:16:00.000-07:00

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EXTRACT
It had been a painful two hours for Julia. She’d been unable
to sit on her aching buttocks and confined within the cage she had
been unable to get much movement into the area that pained her most.
She had spent much of the time on her knees rocking to and fro, trying
hard to fight back the tears. As the time passed, her genuine fear of
what was to come grew.
The light in the chamber was suddenly turned on, a moment
before the door was opened. He stood there in the menacing black mask
though now he was wearing black, leather gauntlets and boots. He
jumped casually down the four steps into the chamber and ambled over
to the cage.
“Your arse still hurting?” he asked.
“Yes, you bastard. When I find out the person who’s
responsible for this I’ll kill them.”
“You have to find out first, but I doubt you will do anything
when you do find out. You see, I don’t think you have any idea who or
what is behind this. Now, this is not a good start to lesson two. You
still have to learn to be obedient, speak only when spoken to, and to
address me as master.”
He unlocked the cage, but the woman made no attempt to move.
“Out of the cage, bitch,” he hissed.
“And if I don’t?” Her defiance was typical. Dawson had five
years of miserable marriage to know it for a fact.
“Then you get wet, and cold. I’ll give you five seconds.”
She stood her ground. The five seconds passed and Dawson
pressed the red button on the wall beside him. From out of the ground,
directly below the cage, a jet of icy water sprayed into the cage. A
fine spray, it soon covered the woman. She winced at the shock of the
cold and in a few seconds had crawled out of the cage.
“Bastard,” she snarled, though it was pure bravado, for she
knew he was far stronger than she.
“Master, you call me master, and only when I talk to you.
Your cage is wet now. That’s tough. Now, get over to that vaulting
horse.”
Julia looked at him, decided she had no choice and walked
over to the horse. She turned to face him.
“Turn the other way, then stretch right over it. For your
insolence you will now receive lesson two in a more forceful manner
than you would otherwise have done.”
She demurred and reached over the horse, her stomach lying
across the thin, padded seat. Dawson walked round the horse. On the
far side he stretched the woman’s hands down and clamped them low down
the side of the horse using the leather straps he’d had specially
fitted. Secured in this way, the woman had no way of reaching up when
the pain started. Dawson walked slowly back behind the horse and
stretched the woman’s legs open wide. Using the ankle cuffs at the
bottom of the horse he similarly secured her legs. Her once pale
buttocks were still a mass of bruises from her earlier lesson. Dawson
looked at them appreciatively.
“Do you know what a paddle is?” The voice distorter made him
sound more menacing than was the case.
“Uh-huh, you use it in a canoe.”
“This is a different kind of paddle. It’s a bit like a thick
cane, shorter and unlike the cane which cuts your bare arse, this just
covers a bigger area, bringing great heat. Now I have a selection, and
you are going to taste a few of them.”
“Well, I can’t stop you, can I?” She still sounded defiant.
She would not do so for long.
“True. To begin with you will feel the ping-pong paddle, made
out of leather and named as such because it shaped a bit like a table
tennis bat.”
With that Dawson delivered two strokes in quick succession,
one to each of the woman’s buttock cheeks. She groaned loudly, and
Dawson noted, with satisfaction, that although she tried to move, her
spread-eagled and bound position prevented any significant movement.
For fun, he delivered another ten swats from the small, leather
device. With each swat, the woman groaned, and as the count mounted,
so her buttocks turned a deeper shade of pink.
“Next, we have what I call the college paddle. This is made
from solid wood. It’s smooth and doesn’t flex like the leather paddle.
This is the sort of paddle the college cheerleaders used to be
chastised with when they couldn’t swing their pompoms properly. You’ll
soon understand why they learned to do it properly very quickly.”
The wooden device looked awesome. Dawson delivered one smack
right across the woman’s buttocks. She howled from the pain. Dawson
stood back and admired his handiwork. Across the middle of the cheeks,
right where the paddle had landed was a fresh, angry pink mark. He
added another stroke in the same place and again waited for the colour
in her flesh to darken. Four more smacks were added, each causing the
woman to howl in pain. She struggled to move from her position but
could not. Then Dawson moved lower. Carefully lining up the position
of the paddle, the next stroke landed at the top of her left leg, the
end of the paddle connecting with the soft flesh of her labia. This
brought a fresh howl from the woman, whose face was already strewn
with tears. Dawson lashed out four more strokes in rapid fire onto the
same part of her body. The top of her leg went bright pink. Then he
walked behind her and repeated the action on her other leg until it
had turned the same shade of pink.
Smiling beneath the black mask, Dawson stood back for a
moment to admire the effect of his treatment. The whole of her
buttocks were a mass of bruises and angry, pink and red flesh.
“Now, the third paddle is a little different. Have you ever
used a meat tenderiser?”
Between her sobs, the woman acknowledged she had. Indeed,
Dawson knew she was familiar with the kitchen utensil.
“Well, this little baby is a bit like a tenderiser. It has a
surface that has been carved into hundreds of pyramids.”
Dawson picked up the paddle. It was about eighteen inches
long, and the surface he intended to use really did look like an
over-sized meat tenderiser. He drew the paddle back and aimed it
straight at the middle of her buttocks. The hundreds of pyramid apexes
bit into her already swollen and angry flesh. The woman howled and
yelled with the pain, aware that the intensity was almost more than
she could bear. The second and third strokes followed, each feeling
like a thousand needles being inserted into her tender flesh. After
the third stroke had landed, Dawson paused. He saw the feint evidence
of cut flesh, pockmarks where the woman’s blood was starting to seep
out of the tiny holes that had been drilled into her flesh. He waited
for some moments, fascinated by the appearance of blood on the already
crimson flesh.
“Just what it’s supposed to do,” he muttered to himself.
Putting down the paddle he picked up a bottle of surgical spirit and a
cloth. “This might hurt a bit,” he said, in the kind of voice that
implied what he had already achieved was not really pain. He poured
some of the spirit onto the cloth and then applied the cloth to her
wounds. He could only imagine the suffering she was feeling, the
intense stinging pain of the cold liquid mingling with the dull,
throbbing ache of her battered rear. It thrilled him as she screamed
with the pain of the spirit. He felt his cock rising, but knew it
would have to wait for the final session of the day.
“Right, your arse has taken enough for now. It’s time to get
into the final part of this lesson.” As he spoke, Dawson released the
bindings round her ankles and then her arms. She straightened and
reached round to gently touch her bruised rear. The tiny drops of
blood still seeped out of the holes made by the tenderiser. She winced
as she touched her buttocks, tears still falling down her cheeks.
“So, what’s the final part, master?” She struggled with the
last word, but her spirit was being broken and she decided not to
prolong her agony for more than was necessary.
“Something you’ll love. Take two steps away from the horse.”
She did as instructed. He tied cuffs to her ankles, leather cuffs that
had a metal ring on the outside of them, a small ring that looked like
it should attach to something.
“Now, open your legs about three feet apart.” The woman did
as she was told. Dawson reached down and placed the metal pole between
her legs. Using the auto-locking clamps, he soon attached the rings.
“Feet wider,” he commented, and she obeyed. He helped her to achieve
the position he wanted. Then, he inserted the peg into the hole in the
pole, securing the woman in position, her legs splayed wide apart for
him, her vulva open and available to him.
He stood up and walked behind the woman. He took hold of her
left arm and flicked the handcuff into place, the motion locking the
device securely around her wrist. The right wrist followed. Satisfied
she could not interfere, Dawson stood back. He gazed carefully at the
neatly trimmed pubes that formed a triangle leading down to her labia.
He smiled to himself as he reached a hand behind her legs and firmly
patted her sex. She was in for a rare treat, one she would not
forget.
He turned and walked over to the desk and opened the drawer.
He selected half a dozen clothes pegs, the plastic variety used to
hang out the washing, and returned to the woman. Bending down he
carefully drew his finger up between her labia, separating the lips.
Starting at the bottom of the lips he attached a peg to the left and
then the right labia. The pegs hung downwards, pulling the flesh they
gripped. The woman gasped and gasped again when he attached the second
pair of pegs. The final pegs were attached either side of her
clitoris, the plastic ends of the pegs rubbing against her sensitive
bud.
Dawson returned to his desk and extracted a vibrator. It was
about eight inches long and nearly an inch and a half thick. He tested
the batteries. Satisfied the device was working correctly, he returned
to the woman and played the tip of the machine over the pegs. The
noise of the vibrator intensified as it sent the vibrations into the
pegs. The woman groaned from the combination of the vibrations and the
pulling effect of the pegs on the entrance to her vagina.
Dawson listened carefully for the signs of arousal, all the
time teasing the woman by playing the tip of the vibrator over her
clitoris.
“You like that, don’t you,” he said.
“Mmm,” she responded.
“What did you say?” He withdrew the pleasure from between
her legs.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, master.”
“Okay, well we’ll see just how much you like it.” With that
Dawson picked the woman up by her waist and carried her over to the
wall bars. He stood her with her back to the bars and firmly lashed
the leg-spreader to the bottom rung. Her hands were still cuffed
behind her back but he wanted more restraint. He took a length of
cord, placed it around her neck and secured it firmly to the bar
behind her head. Now she could not move more than a few centimetres.
It suited his intentions.
He spent the next few minutes working between the woman’s
legs. The small ratchet-driven device clamped easily onto the bar.
Onto this, in its lowest position he fixed the vibrator. On the base
of the vibrator was a small opening with a circular lip. Onto the lip
he forced the small tube and watched as the liquid in the jar in which
the other end of the tube rested was sucked through the tube and up
into the vibrator. Finally a small glob of the thick, almost clear,
liquid appeared at the business end of the device. Satisfied, he
smeared the end of the vibrator with the liquid and turned the wheel
on the side of the ratchet. As he did so, the vibrator began its
journey of the final couple of inches until it touched the woman’s
sex.
She winced as it touched her, but Dawson kept on turning the
wheel until the head of the vibrator was more than five inches inside
the woman. The humming sound was faint but audible. Satisfied the
device could not come out of the place he had inserted it, he stood
back and waited for her reaction to intensify.
He knew it would not be long in happening. The liquid, a
home-made concoction of lubricant mixed with menthol, would ensure the
vibrator provided the woman with the intense pleasure of such a large
device, whilst the menthol would add a touch of pain and sensitivity
within her, rekindling the sexual fire burning between her legs after
each time she peaked.
Dawson watched as her breathing became sharp. He watched as
her whole abdomen contracted in the first throes of orgasm. He watched
the beads of perspiration form on her face as she struggled in vain to
prevent her arousal. He waited and watched, the thin, fine flow of
liquid from the vibrator lubricating and teasing her in her helpless
position.
Dawson watched as she reached her peak, tears of frustration
falling onto her cheeks. She was still gasping as the whole process
started again. First came the signs of arousal from her breathing,
then the abdominal contractions and the gasping, and then the release
of orgasm.
After her second climax her body tried to slump down. The
vibrator, being fixed in place only plunged itself even more deeply
into her body, still humming, still rock solid, and still slowly
pumping the liquid of torture into her. Now, she tried to reach up, in
a vain effort to remove the object from her body.
Satisfied she was unable to prise her aching vulva away from
the instrument that combined intense pleasure with pure torture,
Dawson turned away from her.
“I’ll be back in an hour,” his distorted voice sounded from
beneath the mask. “Have fun.”
As he opened the door to the chamber he looked back, to see
the woman’s body was already responding to the next wave of pleasure.
She would, thought Dawson, be totally wrecked in an hour’s time. He
closed the door behind him and walked up the flight of stairs into the
house proper. There he made a sandwich and took it into the living
room, with a cold can of beer and sat down.
The remote control unit played through the channels of the
television until Dawson reached the one he was looking for. He watched
the woman writhing on the instrument of torture as he munched the
sandwich, his cock hardening at the thought of what would happen at
the end of the hour. The woman had tears streaked down her cheeks and
Dawson could tell that she had struggled with her bonds. Yet now, she
was stretched, her back arched as her body responded unwillingly to
the intense waves of pleasure that were vibrating through her. The bud
of her clitoris was on fire from the effects of the lubricant and
menthol, the fiery sting adding to the sensitivity of the whole area
of her body. She could not help but writhe, even though this only
intensified the sensations.
It was going to be a long hour, one in which her whole body
would be utterly drained of every ounce of energy as, for the first
time in her life, she was powerless to control what was happening.
Then, after about ten minutes, she cracked. She stopped fighting
against the weapon inside her, and instead she began to ride with it.
A new sense of release filled her body, the kind of release only a
woman can experience. She drifted from a state of battle to a state of
ecstasy. No longer did the menthol sting. Sure the sensation was the
same, but now it added to her excitement. She felt the hard object
inside her, and though her ability to move was restricted, she began
to ride the instrument as it hummed inside her.
She felt the pleasure welling up again, and knew this time it
would go further. Her whole abdomen contracted as she sought to
extract every last possible microbe of pleasure from the experience.
She felt as if she would burst. Then, suddenly, it was happening. With
a great cry of relief she rammed the vibrator as deep into her body as
she could, and she screamed her way to orgasm.
The lubricant from the vibrator’s head seeped out of the side
of her vulva and trickled down the inside of her leg. It had been
doing this for some minutes, but now it was mixed with something else,
the juices from her orgasm. The creamy, white liquid added to the
volume of the clear liquid, as it flowed out of her, trickling down
her legs and dripping onto the floor. This was the end, she could go
no further.
Up in the lounge, Dawson watched mesmerised. Never before had
he seen her act like this. Never before had he experienced her total
capitulation to sexual pleasure. It even began to annoy him that she
should yield at this time. After all, he had planned she would suffer
for a whole hour but now, with the flow of her orgasmic juices, her
senses were reeling and she could no longer feel the pain.
Dawson waited to see what happened next. After all, the
vibrator was still humming, still inserted deeply inside her body. It
took her nearly five minutes to recover from the orgasm, five minutes
during which she hung limply, held in place by the bonds he had placed
around her.
Then the pain started again. Her vulva was aching from its
exertions. The bud of her clitoris was still swollen and
ultra-sensitive, and now she needed the persistent vibrations to cease
and to be left alone. It had been nearly half an hour since her captor
had left her and now, as her vulva reacted angrily to the continued
intrusion, she began to dread the remaining half hour he had promised
her.
She was crying again from the pain of the hammering going on
inside her. No longer did the sensations arouse her. No longer could
she find any source of pleasure.

Just Teens

2008-06-19T08:17:00.000-07:00

JustTeenSite has lots and lots of exclusive pictures of the nude girls and their erotic stories. These naked girls are discovering their naked bodies for the first time and want you to be their for the erotic nude journey! JustTeenSite is all about beautiful naked girls baring it all for the camera. These teens may even bring friends along for the ride.

White Ho Hand Book!! by: Kayla Kleevage

2008-06-17T10:18:00.000-07:00

"Tips for being a good White ho" that I've been taught by my black masters over the years. Some of which I've learned the hard way! Now I realize that I'm not really an authority on this subject because ultimately the key factor is doing what ever your black master tells you. Making him happy and proud of you is the main goal. Always remember, a good white ho does what she is told, and should always demonstrate loyalty and devotion to her black master. After all, having that huge black meat hanging between his legs gives him control over me. All white Ho's need discipline and direction. Listening to my black masters and pleasing them has helped me in all forms of my life. I'm confident, have great discipline and I'm very proud to be Kayla BlackMans CumBag.

Welcome To Hell

2008-06-14T18:07:00.000-07:00

Richard`s hardest bdsm story for some time - and one you really don't want to miss out on as there are two follow ups coming shortly.Asherton's young offenders institute had a hard punishment regime including severe thrashings and enforced sex at the hands of the warders. Annabel finds out all too soon what this all means and when she joins an escape plot that goes wrong, the five girls who are caught are subjected to the ultimate pain regime as they are prepared for a life that will be very different to the one they had before being sent to Asherton's.Contains: flogging, whipping, caning, forced and non-consensual sexual acts, electro-stimulation, oral and deep-throat enforced sex, and a host of other activities.
EXTRACT
Annabel had been at Asherton’s for just over a month and had a
clean record when she broke the rules by being late to turn up for her
allotted work program. In fact, she was set up by some of the other
inmates, who made it impossible to get to her work room on time, but
such things did not concern the governors. Annabel was late and
Annabel would be punished. There was one rule for all and excuses were
not allowed.
It was a Friday morning when Annabel stood before the
Governor on a charge of tardiness.
“Perhaps, young lady, a sting in the tail will speed you up
in the future.”
“But, I was stopped from getting out of my cell by a gang of
the older girls. How could I get to where I had to be if they were
stopping me?”
“I don’t care about that. The rules are the rules. This
afternoon after you have been prepared, you will receive thirty
strokes of the cane on your backside in the punishment room. Now, go
to your room and contemplate on your disgraceful rule-breaking. I will
send two orderlies to you at lunchtime and they will take you to the
preparation room to get you ready for your punishment, young lady. I
trust and hope this will be the last time I see you in this office for
breaking the rules.”
“So do I,” said Annabel with tears in her eyes at the
prospective punishment. “By preparation, what do you mean?”
“It’s in the rule book. I suggest you read it. Punishment
will be carried out by Warder Harden at three o’clock this afternoon.
Now, get out of my office.”
“Sir,” said Annabel, turning to leave.
As she walked back to her room, Annabel feared the worst.
Warder Harden was a big man, some six feet six tall, built like a
tank, a sort of “Mr T” from the A Team. And, yes, he was a black man
too, not that the significance of that entered Annabel’s mind at all.
She was naïve, sexually, and had no knowledge of the attributes
generally levelled at black men in regards to their sexual prowess.
Still, the fact Warder Harden was big and powerful, meant Annabel
realise that she was in for a severe caning. She also knew Warder
Harden had a reputation for showing no mercy to those he punished, a
reputation that had Annabel’s face streaked in tears long before she
was back in her own room.
“What’s up,” said Mandy, who was sitting on her own room.
“I’ve broken the rules,” said Annabel, “because those older
girls made me late for work this morning.”
“Shit, that’s tough,” said Mandy.
“Yeah, and I’m going to be punished this afternoon.”
“Shit, how many?”
“Thirty,” said Annabel with a certain resignation in her
voice.
“Bloody hell! That will hurt. Who’s doing it?”
“Warder Harden,” said Annabel finally sitting on her bed.
“Jeeeezzz,” said Mandy.
“Is that bad?”
“Bad? You’ll be lucky if you can walk for a week! Not that
the caning won’t be bad enough, but Warder Harden likes a nice tight
ass for his troubles, if you get my meaning.”
“Not sure I do. What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’ve heard it said that after caning a young bottom,
such as yours, he likes to part the cheeks with his big, black hands,
and stick his cock up the poor girl’s ass.”
“He can’t do that!” Annabel sounded horrified.
“Oh, he can, and he can fuck you in the cunt or mouth too if
he wants to, and if you don’t let him then he can punish you for that
too. So, I suggest you quickly decide to take what’s coming or your
poor bottom is going to be stripped of its flesh.”
“Shit, I want to get out of here,” said Annabel.
“You wouldn’t get far dressed in bright orange and anyway
that would only make things worse,” said Mandy.
“Yeah, and I’m in enough trouble as it is. You’re right –
I’ll just have to take what’s coming. Does anyone ever die in the
punishment room?”
“Not that I know of, but a few end up in the medical wing for
a week or two. Still if that happens you can’t be punished any more
while you are there. Different rules for the sick and wounded.”
“I’ll bear that in mind. Now, I’ve got to find out about this
preparation thing,” said Annabel, picking the rule book off the shelf
and flipping the pages to find the one she needed to read. “Oh my God,
oh no, not that. No one has ever done that to me before and I’ve never
done it either. Arm pits and legs, yes, but not since I’ve been in
here, but never my pubes. Why do they do them as well?”
“In case the warder wants to fuck you as his reward. It
apparently reduces the chances of infection. Say, are you a virgin?”
“No,” said Annabel, “but I’ve not had much experience.”
“Well, my dear, I suggest you get used to the thought of
learning a lot about things this afternoon.”
“I can’t say I’m looking forward to it,” said Annabel.
“No one does; that’s the whole point of being punished
though,” said Mandy softly.
“I guess.”
***
At one o’clock two older girls appeared in the doorway of
Annabel’s room.
“You’re to come with us,” said the taller blonde. Annabel’s
heart sank when she saw them as they were two from the gang who’d
barricaded her in the room earlier that day. They were two of the
girls responsible for her breaking the rule and in the hours that had
passed, Annabel had vowed to get even with them.
“Okay,” said Annabel, standing up slowly. “As you’re going
to be getting kind of intimate with me, I might as well know your
names.”
“I’m Tracy and this here is Susan. Now, let’s get going.”
The ‘Preparation Room’ was next to the room marked as
‘Punishment Room’. It was a room with a narrow couch in the middle of
it – the kind you would find in a doctor’s examination room.
Annabel was told to strip naked and lie on the couch, on her
back. Then, with Tracy standing on her left and Susan on her right,
they took her arms and shaved them, removing all the little downy
hairs, leaving her arms smooth and hairless. The shaving was not
overly painful but Annabel gasped a few times as the little hairs
pulled as they were ripped from her body. Her underarms were next
shaved using water, foam and a razor and then the orderlies turned to
her legs.
“Is this your first time in the punishment room?” asked Tracy
after they had finished with her underarms.”
“Yes,” said Annabel mournfully, feeling the first strokes of
the razors being applied to her lower legs.
“Well, you won’t forget it,” said Tracy. “No one stupid
enough to break the rules and go in there forgets it.”
“So, I’m arrgggghhhh,” Annabel gasped as one of the razors
pulled the little hairs as it slid over her flesh. “So, I’m told,” she
said after the pain had lessened slightly.
After several minutes passed while her legs were shaved,
Annabel knew the moment to lose her pubes had come. Susan drenched the
mound with warm water and then squirted the shaving foam all over her
dark thatch. Annabel instinctively closed her legs and clenched her
buttocks as Susan plied the razor blade over her dark pubes, removing
them easily with the sharp blade.
Ten minutes later, and Annabel’s mound was bare and dry and
her left labia was bleeding slightly where the razor had nicked her.
She sat on the couch, naked, waiting to be summonsed to the punishment
room. As her heart beat faster and faster with the passing moments,
Annabel started to tremble, from fear or cold she could not be sure.
Then, suddenly there was a knock on the prep room door.
“Ready?” A voice called out from behind the closed door.
“Ready,” replied Susan. “Right, time to get you strapped in.
Come with us.”
Annabel stood slowly and was escorted out of the door. She
was greeted by the hulking frame of Warder Harden, who stood there
smiling wickedly. Even in the few seconds it took to walk to the
punishment room, Annabel was sure she saw something in his trousers
grow. Warder Harden pushed the door to the punishment open and Susan
pushed Annabel into the room.
“Up on the beams,” she said. “One leg on each beam and your
stomach on the longer one.”
Annabel climbed onto the strange device slowly and needed a
hand from Tracy.
“Legs along the beams,” Susan said brusquely and Annabel had
barely obeyed her when she felt the ropes being wrapped round her
legs, securing her in place. “Arms bent at the elbows and in front of
your head so your legs are at a right angle at the knees.”
Again, Annabel had scarcely placed herself in the required
position before Susan secured ropes tightly around her arms and
wrists, securing them to the single beam along which her body rested.
Then there was the sound of a motor to the side of the room
and slowly a chain began to drop from the ceiling, right over
Annabel’s lower back. Susan tied a rope securely around her stomach
and clipped the free end to a ring on the end of the chain. Then the
motor started up again and slowly the chain was winched up to the
ceiling and with it the rope around Annabel’s stomach. Finally,
satisfied the rope around her stomach was taut and that Annabel would
not be able to shift her current position during the punishment, Tracy
stopped the motor and Susan wrapped a blindfold tightly around
Annabel’s eyes so her world became instantly and terrifyingly dark.
Then the two orderlies left the room.
Two minutes passed and Warder Harden strode into the room,
leaving the door open. It was Institute policy that a girl undergoing
punishment should be heard throughout the establishment as her screams
and blood-curdling howls of agony would serve as a deterrent to anyone
else considering breaking the rules.
He walked over to the wall and picked one of the canes off
the rack and then took up position beside the girl. The cane touched
the middle of her bare, splayed, taut buttock cheeks and then there
was a swishing sound as it was whipped back into the air before coming
crashing down on Annabel’s flesh. Annabel howled with the stinging
intensity that suddenly flooded her body as her buttocks reacted to
the slashing cut of the cane by turning bright red along the path
where the cane had landed. Her howl intensified a few seconds later as
the cane flashed through the air a second time, landing just a
fraction of an inch below the first mark.
Such was the ferocity of the stroke that Annabel’s body tried
to lurch forward, only to be held in place by the various ropes that
had been used to position her for the punishment. Thus as she shrieked
with the agony of the third stroke as it cut into her buttocks an inch
above the first mark, her body stayed virtually motionless and at the
mercy of the warder.
After ten strokes, and with the deafening sound of Annabel’s
screeching filling the whole prison, Warder Harden stopped for a
moment. He put down the cane and walked in between Annabel’s splayed
legs to examine the flaming red and purple cheeks before him. He
parted her buttocks with firm hands, causing Annabel to cry out even
louder from the pain of his hands touching her. Then he whistled to
himself. There, in the small area of skin between anus and vagina were
some very short hairs.
“Who shaved you?” He hissed.
“S..S..Susan,” Annabel cried out in between sobs.
“Well, the stupid bitch didn’t do a good job about it. So she
will be in here tomorrow.”
“Eeeeeaaaagggh!” Annabel screamed as the warder grabbed hold
of the small tuft of pubic hair and tore the hairs out of her tender
flesh.
“You can thank that bitch for the added pain and after I’ve
finished with you here I will let her know she is to be here at three
tomorrow afternoon, self-shaved and ready for her punishment of ten
strokes.”
“S...s...sir,” said Annabel, grateful for the brief respite
in her own caning. That respite was soon over for, with the hairs
finally plucked from that area between anus and vagina, Warder Harden
returned to his position beside her and tapped her buttocks with the
cane once again.
“Jeeeeezzzzzzzuuuuussss!” If Annabel could have screamed any
louder she would have done as the cane whipped into her tender and
bruised bottom once again. Never in her life had she imagined such
pain. It was all so different to the playful spanking she’d gone
through some months earlier so as to please Rob, her boyfriend. That
had been almost pleasurable and she’d even managed to get an orgasm
when he rubbed her little pink ass afterwards, a massage that had
ended up with two fingers earnestly probing and stroking her willing
cunt as she become wetter and wetter while he stroked her to the
climax.
Now though, Annabel was experiencing pure pain. She screamed
again and again as stroke after stroke of the cane bit into her young
bottom, turning the once-pale flesh to a fiery red, then through
various shades of purple to a deep plum colour. Before the twentieth
stroke landed, the mass of welts had formed and on top of the welts,
fresh ones were already starting to rise.
“You won’t forget this in a hurry,” said Warder Harden as he
paused after the twentieth stroke. Annabel hardly heard his words
through her shouting and crying but she had long since vowed to digest
every rule of the establishment and never to break another rule. She
also vowed to get even with Tracy, Susan seemingly to already be
getting her just desserts the next day.
Then the pain intensified. The cane lashed into her bottom
again as the final ten strokes were delivered in quick succession,
this time covering a wider area of her butt meat, Warder Harden
ensuring the whole muscle area was covered as part of the punishment,
including the very tops of Annabel’s legs.
By the time the final stroke, a vicious, swishing stroke
right across the middle of her bottom, had been delivered, Annabel was
wishing she was dead; such was the intensity of the burning, stinging
pain in her bottom. Through the tears and her continued howling,
Annabel became vaguely aware that hot hands were on her flaming,
bruised and welted buttocks, prising them apart. She even sensed there
was something cold trickling down between the crack in her cheeks onto
her anus, the cold a rude sensation when mixed with the heated torture
surrounding it. Yet Annabel did not care any more. She did not care
that the door to the room was now closed and Warder Harden had removed
his pants and taken up position between her splayed legs.
Suddenly she felt something hot and hard pushing against her
anus and, for a moment she stopped her howling and sobbing to gasp in
astonishment. In her dark world, with her eyes still covered by the
blindfold, it took Annabel a few seconds to realise that Warder Harden
was about to take his reward for having delivered the punishment.
The gurgling scream of agony as her sphincter tore under the
raping onslaught of the black man’s enormous cock, was the loudest of
all the sounds Annabel had made that afternoon.

Dark Invader

2008-06-04T17:02:00.001-07:00

SYNOPSIS
Rita Dow is a troubled woman. Her boyfriend makes her experience sex with a black man for the first time. After she is introduced to interracial sex there is a snowball effect. She is pulled down into a pit of subservient sex with multiple partners, black and white, of both sexes.Rita encounters every kind of decadent sex. Almost everything that’s permissible to write about is here. Straight one on one sex. Interracial sex, sex between women, and almost every combination imaginable. This story has some bondage and discipline with a touch of S&M. Rita confesses all of her past to her therapist and soon her therapist is involved as deeply as Rita. There is a wonderful tangle of body parts.
EXTRACT
My name is Rita Dow and after two weeks I finally went to a
professional for help. Not that I have any great faith in therapy, but
I was at my wit’s end. It took three sessions before I managed to
actually tell my therapist the truth about the dreams; lush, vivid,
erotic dreams. Dreams of me having sex so real I had nocturnal
orgasms. Not just orgasms, but racking, crashing climaxes that woke
me up from the dream to lay panting and covered with sweat. Luckily I
am single and there was no one to whom I had to explain my nocturnal,
moans, groans, and gyrations.
For the first week of nightly dreams, I just enjoyed them and
thought nothing of them. After all, I reasoned that dreams were not
real. They originated somewhere down in my subconscious. Or so I
thought. By the second week of the dreams, I became worried because
they were so vivid, so real, and so persistent so I decided to seek
help.
As a rule, I have little or no recollection of my dreams. I’m
aware I dreamed, but details are usually hazy or not even recallable.
These new wet dreams were so life-like; I remembered every sizzling
detail of them. Every detail but one. His face. I couldn’t remember
what his face looked like.
I could visualize his body. It was large and muscular. I could
remember his voice, it was soft and educated. I could clearly recall
what he did to me. How he roughly took me without any preliminaries,
but in my dreams I didn’t need any foreplay or preparation. I was
always wet, aroused, and ready. The man in my dreams was a bull…a
fucking stallion. His penis was large and menacing, but always hard
and always welcome by me.
It was on the fifth therapy session that I confided all the
details to my therapist, Doctor Mills. I doubt that I would have ever
summonsed the nerve to tell a man what I dreamed, but Doctor Mills was
a woman and she was nice so I told her everything.
Her office was a place of safety. A refuge. A place where I
could unburden myself without fear that anyone would know my deep dark
secrets. She even insisted that I use her first name, which is Ellen.
I told Ellen all.
“You say the man in your dreams is dark,” Ellen said toward the
end of one of my sessions. “Dark as in well tanned, a Latino…maybe
black?” I thought about the question.
“I think he is a black man,” I finally answered. “His speech is
more like a black man’s. Sometimes he’s rather course and vulgar.” Not
that I believe all black men are vulgar.
“I see,” she said making a note in her book. “Have you ever
engaged in sex with a black man?” I gave that question some thought
also. I decided to tell the truth. After all, I was paying her and she
was bound by law to keep my secrets.
“Yes, Ellen, I have,” I answered. “It took place several years
ago and it’s a long and somewhat involved story.”
“We have time,” Ellen said. “Tell me about it.”
This is the story I told my therapist:
If there is such a thing as an innocent affair, that’s what it
was. Two consenting adults and all that jazz. I mean I’m not married
and neither is he, so I didn’t consider it anyone’s business. I had
always avoided workplace romances, because they never come to a good
end, in my experiences.
I was twenty-five, divorced, and gainfully employed by the
Capstan Corporation as an assistant to vice president Mike Blevins.
Our fling, if that’s the right word, started on a beastly Friday. One
of those days when nothing goes right. Even things that had never gone
wrong before did so that day. Mike took pity on me and asked me to
stop off for a drink after work. We did and I got smashed. To make a
long story short, we ended up in his bed doing the nasty. In fact, we
spent the entire weekend in bed.
For the next couple of weeks we fell into a natural pattern of
being at his place or mine. It had been a long dry spell for me as far
as sex. More months than I care to admit. In fact, my ex-husband was
the last man to fuck me before Mike came on the scene. It’s exactly
like they say it is. I mean sex is like riding a bike and I was
surprised how much I missed good sex. Not that sex with my ex was all
that good, but Mike was very good indeed. He knew which buttons to
push and when to push them.
Mike and I were very careful to keep our personal lives away
from work. No covert looks or touching. No little terms of endearment
or anything like that. Strictly professional in every aspect.
Our mini affair had been going on for a little over two months
when things got weird. Weird as far as I was concerned, at least. One
night Mike and I were watching a porno video. Not that it was weird.
I’ve always enjoyed a good triple X movie. The weird part was all
three movies he brought in were group sex movies and all were two men
and one woman.
I’ll have to admit they were hot, but one was super hot. I sat
up and paid attention when the two guys both penetrated the woman. One
in her ass and one in her pussy. The woman either liked it a lot or
she was a super actress. I didn’t think any woman was that good an
actress.
My ex-husband liked to butt fuck me and to tell the truth I
didn’t mind it if he took it slow and was gentle. Watching that chick
get two cocks in her at the same time really flipped my switch. Up
until that night Mike had not fucked my ass. He used his finger a
couple of times, but not his dick. That night after watching the
videos I held my butt cheeks open for him and he took the hint.
“I know what you need,” Mike said when his cock was fully in me.
“You need another cock to work your cunt, don’t you?” I guess I must
have said yes, but I don’t remember if I did or not. I’m likely to say
anything when I’m hot, and I was steaming hot right then. I had a
couple of satisfying orgasms and after Mike came we went to sleep and
I didn’t think about it again for several days.
“Rita, are you going to cook for us Friday night?” Mike asked me
one afternoon. I told him that I had planned on it. I like to cook and
Mike likes to eat a homemade meal. I often cooked for him. I asked
him why he inquired.
“Mose is going to be in town a few days,” Mike answered. “I
thought if it was all right with you, I’d invite him over for one of
your fantastic meals.” Since Mike’s kitchen was a bit larger than mine
I usually cooked at his apartment.
“Okay, no problem,” I said. “Who is Mose?”
“I told you about him didn’t I? Moses Walker? We went to
college together. Roommates and all that. Mose is a good guy and a lot
of fun. You’ll like him.” Aside from the fact I didn’t want to waste
our Friday night together, I didn’t have a problem with it. I’d just
cook a little bit more than usual. What Mike neglected to mention was
his friend, Mose, was black.
I’m not a prejudice person as far as race is concerned. I never
have been, even thought I was raised in a mostly white community.
There were a few black kids at school and some I counted among my
friends. I try to look beyond the color of a person’s skin, but it was
still a surprise when this black man came calling.
Okay, I’m going to admit that Moses Walker caused me to get
chill bumps. When Mike introduced me to his friend and the man took my
hand, I got the shakes. Not big-time, but I could tell even if Mike
and Mose couldn’t. There was an immediate sexual attraction.
Mose is a hard man to describe. Big is the first word that comes
to mind. Nearly seven feet tall and well over three hundred pounds.
Very little of that bulk was fat. He played varsity football at
college and professional football for a few years after school. Mose
is soft spoken and for all his size a gentle man. The next thing that
struck me was his eyes. They are golden yellow like a tiger’s eyes.
Not light brown, but yellow and they peer right into your soul. The
next descriptive item was his hair…or lack of it. A receding hairline,
according to Mose, prompted him to remove all of it from his head and
to grow a beard. I thought of it as hair relocation.
So there I stood looking up at the giant, my legs turning to
limp noodles. Mike was talking, but I didn’t pay much attention to
what he was saying. I was fascinated by the huge man who still held my
hand in his.
“Dinner is almost ready,” I managed to stammer. “Not more than
ten minutes. Drink?”
“Whatever you’re having,” Mose answered in his soft slow
speech.
“I’m drinking beer,” I said.
“Beer is fine with me. I actually rather have beer. Can or
bottle is fine also. ” Mose Walker finally released my hand and I
hurried away to get his beer. Mike doesn’t care much for beer,
preferring wine. He’s actually a little bit of a wine snob and I’ve
told him so several times. Wine is always a disappointment to me. I
always think it should taste like grape juice and it never does.
Besides I got drunk on wine once in college and I thought I’d die from
the hangover. Beer is honest with me. I usually get full or sleepy
before I make a complete fool of myself. Not so with other forms of
alcohol.
I got Mike his wine and Mose his bottle of beer and delivered it
to them. Mike had taken his huge friend into the living room. I stayed
in the background and let the two men catch up with each other. Just
as I was about to call them to dinner the phone rang. It was bad news
for Mike. His father had suffered a heart attack and he needed to go
home. Home for Mike was a four-hour drive.
I offered to go with him, but he declined saying that he didn’t
know how long he would have to be gone. He told me I would be needed
at C-Cor, which is what our company is called, should he need to stay
for a longer time. Mike insisted that Mose and I have our dinner and
he hurriedly threw some clothes together and quickly left after
telling Mose to stay the night, or longer if he needed to. Mose told
him that he had to leave the next day.
“Well,” Mose said. “Alone at last. I sure hope Mister Blevins is
okay. I’ve met him several times. Seems like a nice person.” I told
the big black man I hadn’t met Mike’s parents.
“We’ve sorta kept our ‘thing’ quiet,” I added. “We wanted to
avoid the usual workplace crap.”
“So you gave up modeling to enter the world of business? Why did
you decide to do that?” I almost choked on my beer.
“You got to be joking,” I said laughing. “Me? Model?”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just assumed that…well, you know. How
you look and all. I figured surely you modeled. No offence
intended.”
“And none taken,” I said. “In fact I’m flattered. I don’t think
anyone ever assumed I was a model before.”
“Oh I think they have,” Mose said with a smile. “They probably
just weren’t rude enough to mention it. Before I forget to mention it,
this is a great meal. I’m making a hog of myself.” I assured him that
there was no bigger compliment to the cook than to have the food eaten
with enthusiasm. Moses Walker certainly ate with gusto.
“I’m sure it takes a lot of fuel for such a large body,” I said.
“Have some more, but save room for desert. I made an apple pie and
there is ice cream to go with it.” He claimed he could not possibly
eat any desert, but he managed to choke down a quarter of the pie and
a pint of ice cream.
“I’m sure sorry Mike had to leave, but frankly I’m enjoying your
company so much I hate to call it a night,” Mose said. “Want to check
out his movie collection?” I also was enjoying his company so I
agreed.
“What do you want to watch?” Mose said standing at the shelf
looking at the hundreds of disks.
“I don’t care, you just pick one,” I replied. “What’s that
you’re looking at?”
“Don’t have a clue,” Mose answered. “It doesn’t have a label
just the number four. In fact there’s a couple dozen without labels.
Pot luck?”
“Sure why not,” I answered. “Probably some bootleg stuff he’s
collected.” Mose put the disk in the player and came back and sat
beside me on the big leather couch. The movie wasn’t exactly what I
anticipated. It was porno.
“Oops,” Mose said. “I think I know why they weren’t labeled.” He
started to get to his feet. I don’t consider myself a prude, and as I
said, I do like to watch. Just as Mose reached for the eject button I
recognized someone on the screen.
“Wait a minute, Mose,” I said. “I think I know that woman.” I
watched her cavort around a moment taking her clothing off one piece
at a time. When the camera zoomed in on her face I knew for a fact who
she was. “Oh my God! That’s Julie Brown,” I exclaimed.
“Who’s Julie Brown?” Mose asked returning to his seat beside me.
“She works at C-Cor,” I answered, my eyes still fixed on the
screen. Julie was now topless and about to be totally nude. “She works
in accounting.” The camera panned back and I could see that there was
a man in the room and the room was the room where Mose and I were
sitting.
“This ought to be interesting,” Mose said. “Two men and one
woman. At least I assume it’s a guy operating the camera.” By that
time Julie had gotten completely naked and was standing straddled over
the man’s legs, hunching her hips toward his face. The man was a black
man and when the camera moved to the side I recognized him.
“That’s Taylor…something, from the shipping department,” I said.
I was shocked because I recognized both of them. Co-workers, as a
matter of fact. The camera jiggled a moment then stabilized and
another man entered the picture. A naked man with a familiar ass. It
was Mike. Mike walked up behind Julie and hugged her to him. Because
it was a side view I could see Mike’s hard penis until she was tight
against his body. I could also see his hands grasping her big breasts
and crushing then. There was some music playing, but I could clearly
hear Julie moan when Mike squeezed her boobs. Taylor, the black man,
had stripped down so that he was now only wearing his socks. He
approached Julie and Mike from her front and pressed himself to her.
“I see the brother isn’t a shorthorn,” Mose commented with a
chuckle. For a moment I didn’t understand then I got it. Longhorn and
shorthorn cattle? Then I understood. Taylor was carrying a large penis
and it was hard. Mike lifted Julie up while she spread her legs and I
could plainly see Taylor’s manhood enter her. Julie gasped then
groaned loudly as the black man pushed forward, completely shoving his
dick in her. Taylor carried Julie backward until he was sitting on
the very couch that Mose and I occupied. At no time did he and Julie
become unconnected. Disconnected? Taylor twisted around until he was
laying on his back and Julie on top of him. The camera moved slowly
until the couple were again centered in the frame. Then Mike entered
the picture again.
I watched him put something, lube I assumed, on his hard dick
and then get on the couch. He then put his penis in Julie’s butt. She
was skewered between the two men. Julie was yelling at them to fuck
her and to fuck her hard. I felt something stir in me and for a moment
I thought it was jealousy. Then I realized it wasn’t just jealousy. I
was becoming sexually stimulated and I was so very aware of the big
man sitting beside me.
“We don’t have to watch this,” Mose said softly.
“No, I want to watch,” I answered. Other than the movies I
watched with Mike I had never seen anything like what I was seeing. It
was different because I was watching three people who I knew. I was
aware that I was becoming wet between my legs. “Mose, have you ever
seen anything like this?” He nodded, but didn’t comment. “Really?” I
inquired. He glanced at me and nodded again.
“Have you ever done it?” I pressed.
“Yes I have,” Mose said. “A lot of times.”
“Really?” was all I could think of to say. I looked back at the
TV. Mike and Taylor now were both pumping in and out of Julie and she
was screaming. The men repositioned Julie a couple of times as
they…hell, I might as well call a spade a spade. They fucked her. When
the movie came to a stop, Mose and I just sit in silence except for
our heavy breathing.
“Want to see the one labeled ‘one’?” Mose asked. I nodded and he
changed the disks.
Disk number one opened with Julie and Taylor sitting side by
side on a swing. It was nighttime outside, in a place I didn’t
recognize. The both had on swimwear. Taylor was playfully teasing
Julie by tugging at the straps to her top.
“Stop that, Taylor,” Julie said with a giggle. “Mike will be
back in a few minutes and he wouldn’t like you doing that.”
“Mike is a buddy,” Taylor said. “He’d want you to show me your
tits.”
“How do you know that?” she asked.
“He told me that you have great tits and he said I should see
them,” Taylor replied. “He’s right. I should see them.” A shadow fell
across them and Mike came into the picture.
“Mike, Taylor wants to see my boobs,” Julie said looking at Mike
as he sat on the other side of her.
“Okay, show the man your tits,” Mike responded. “Your big
beautiful tits, Julie.”
“See?” Taylor said pushing her forward and untying her top. Her
big breasts spilled out and both men grabbed one.
“Ohh, what are you guys doing?” Julie said. She obviously was
concerned or maybe upset. “Mike, what’s happening here?”
“I told Taylor about your nice juicy pussy and he wants some,”
Mike answered. Julie protested that she hadn’t agreed to that, but her
protests quickly died when the two men started sucking on her nipples.
Mike and Taylor untied the strings on her swimsuit bottoms and Taylor
ran his fingers into her pussy. He used his fingers on her hard for a
moment and whatever resistance Julie had, disappeared completely.
Julie had been transformed into nothing more or less than an object to
be used; and use her they did.
Taylor entered her first and the angle of the camera was such
that I could see his big black dick as it penetrated her. Inch by
inch the ebony rod entered her until he was completely embedded. On
disk one Mike and Taylor fucked her woman several times in different
positions. Disk two was more of the same at the same place and disk
three was in Mike’s bedroom.
Disk three was the first time, apparently, that both men
penetrated her simultaneously. She fought like a wildcat, but not for
long. Soon she stopped fighting and simply enjoyed what was happening
to her. Since the camera never moved, I assumed that it was on a
tripod or somehow fixed to operate from some remote place. Julie
didn’t seem to be aware that she was being taped, but several times
Mike and Taylor glanced in the direction of the camera. Once Mike gave
the camera a thumbs-up and grinned his goofy grin.
I jumped slightly when Mose lay his hand on my thigh. He removed
it with a smile.
“No, it’s okay,” I assured him. “You can touch me, Mose. In fact
I want you to.” Watching Julie being fucked by Taylor’s black dick had
caused me to want one for myself. It didn’t take but a few moments
until Mose had me topless and was sucking on my nipples. First one
than the other. I was tingling from his caresses. I didn’t wait for
him to get my pants off. I jumped up and removed them and my panties
myself. Mose was just moving too damned slow for me.
“My God, you’re beautiful!” Moses said when I was naked. “A
vision, Rita.” Moses hurried then, tearing his clothes off. When his
manhood sprung out I know I must have gasped aloud. It was big, it was
beautiful, and for the moment it was mine. I guess I must have
surprised him at the intensity with which I attacked him. In a flash I
was on my knees, between his legs with his cock in my mouth.
“I won’t be able to stand much of that,” Mose moaned as I sucked
and stroked his ebony cock. “I’ll cum for sure if you keep that up.”
I wanted him to cum, but not right then. I had to have him in
me. I felt wild and wanton. I climbed up astraddle him and while he
aimed his cock at my pussy, I lowered myself down onto it. I thought
for a moment I would faint when he entered me. I felt like I was being
stretched to the maximum. I had the first of many orgasms while I slid
down on his cock. When he was completely in me I stayed very still a
moment trying to adjust to the awesome feeling if being so full of
him. Mose used that time to bite my nipples causing me to have another
climax.
After a few minutes I started experimenting with slight
movement. I eased up and back down a couple of times. I could feel the
tip of his cock touch places that had never been touched by any man
except maybe my gynecologist. I lifted myself higher and then higher
until I was nearly high enough for his cock to come out and back down
again. I begun to shake and tremble and something happened to me that
had never happened before. I had a series of orgasms. One right after
another, leaving me so weak I was unable to move or even talk.

Experiencing The Unknown

2008-06-04T16:55:00.000-07:00

Ever been to an orgy. This couple's first time in group sex is an intense and fun experience that gets them hooked on orgies...
EXTRACT
Just as he was putting his cock onto my hole the front door opened and
in walked the girls Patricia’s Mouth just dropped open when she saw me
with my cock buried deep in Ron's arse and Graham just about to plant
his in mine. The other two said god you could have waited for us
Graham turned and said well we wanted to give Peter the same as we
gave poor old Patricia last night we though it only far that Patricia
took this up the arse why should Peter get away with it, Patricia said
sounds far to me she carried on to say have you fucked him yet then,
Graham replied Ron has just like you to get him ready for this one
looking at his cock as he said it.
While this was being said the girls had striped off Sharon slid under
Ron from the side and took his cock into her mouth and Lillee was
lying in front of Ron so he could lick her pussy Patricia came over
and said well I should do for you what Peter did for me and she placed
a hand on each of my bum cheeks and pulled them apart so Graham could

School Punishments

2008-06-04T16:30:00.000-07:00

SYNOPSIS
Gemma Cartwright, sixth former was in trouble. As she stood nervously in the study of Mr Thomas she knew she was in for a caning. What she didn't know was the massive change in her life that was about to take place as her sexual awareness was about to be taken to a whole new level.Richard Stryker continues his occasional Erotic Fantasies series with another scorching, searing story of hot sex and pain.
EXTRACT
The room was large and overlooked the playing fields. I could
see my fellow sixth former girl friends strolling in the warm
lunchtime sunshine as I awaited my fate.
‘My fate!’ That was what the teacher had said when I’d been
caught smoking. It was stupid, against all the college rules and I’d
even been stupid enough to deny it was me, though my breath still
stank of the stale smoke and the butt was under my black school shoe
when I was frogmarched out of the toilet block to the head’s office.
Which was the room where I was watching my friends from.
Before I continue, let me introduce myself properly. I am
Gemma Cartwright, 18 years old and, as you’ll soon see, I’m often in
trouble. I am five ten in height, medium build with 36D breasts. Other
stuff you probably want to know right now is I have brown hair that
comes down to my shoulders and I have steel blue eyes. I also have a
pert bottom, so my boyfriend tells me. I’m not a virgin, I’m not a
prude and I like sex, lots of it, but don’t tell the man watching me
from across the desk know that. He’s called Mr Thomas, and he’s the
head master of St. Mary’s College for Young Ladies – or, as most of us
in the sixth form call it – St. Mary’s Slut Training College.
“Miss Cartwright, you know smoking is against the rules,
don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, feeling really stupid.
“You know the punishment for breaking the serious rules of
this establishment?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, knowing that the last girl who’d broken a
similar rule had ended up not being able to sit down for three days.
“Well, girl, do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“No Sir, other than it won’t happen again.”
“Oh, it won’t happen again, not unless you are the most
incredibly stupid person ever to have had the misfortune of being
born.”
“I’m not, Sir,” I said, my voice trembling with
apprehension.
“No, Miss Cartwright, I don’t think you are, but your
propensity for breaking rules leaves a lot to be desired.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, knowing Mr Thomas was now gearing himself
up for the pronouncement of my punishment.
“Well, Miss Cartwright,” he said, standing from behind his
great oak desk, “the question is what we do about your punishment.”
The question, I knew, was rhetorical, so I stayed silent,
still looking in his direction but with my sight focused out of the
window behind his desk, watching my friends as they strolled round the
playing field enjoying the rest of the lunch break.
Mr Thomas came from behind his desk and walked over to his
row of bookshelves as if seeking inspiration from great tome he had
once read.
“You know the proscribed punishment for smoking?” He said
after a minute.
“Yes, Sir, I know what the rules state.”
“Good, then you will come over to this wall and face it,” he
said sternly and I knew my punishment was about to start.
I walked the four steps over to the wall at the far end of
his study from the door and took up my position a foot from the bare
wall.
“Hands on your head and don’t move,” he said severely. In
seconds, my hands were on my head. Then I felt my blue-checked pleated
skirt lifted from the hem upwards until the back of the skirt was high
above my waist. There I felt the two clothespins being fastened so the
hem was fixed to my blue cardigan round about the height of my full
36D breasts. I realised my backside, still clothed in white regulation
knickers, was exposed but there was nothing I could do about that.
Then, embarrassment and humiliation set in as I waited a full
five minutes while I knew Mr Thomas was ogling my pert bottom. After a
few minutes my hands started to ache on top of my head as the blood
drained from them.
“Right, Miss Cartwright, you are going to receive twelve
strokes of the cane on your backside. The first six will be delivered
with your bottom covered and the remaining six with it uncovered.

Oriental Slave

2008-06-04T16:13:00.000-07:00

SYNOPSIS

Young Chinese girls, all college students and just attained the age of eighteen, snatched from the streets by a gang of ruthless flesh traders. The girls then are tied, whipped, spanked and generally abused. They are then prepared, and made ready to be sold, battered for by their new owners. What their new Masters preferences are when enjoying their latest acquisitions only remains to be seen but sure as eggs are eggs the girls won’t be too keen on it.

EXTRACT

Mai Ling was glad to be away from the disgusting pig of an ape that
had imprisoned her. This man seemed much more gentle and considerate,
despite him binding her hands behind her back and blindfolding her for
the journey they were now making. The ride in the van was long and
bumpy but at least she hadn’t been made to perform disgusting sexual
acts by this man. She felt her lot and her situation were improving.
Although she couldn’t have known it, her situation was about to get
worse than she could ever have imagined possible.
When the van finally halted she was bundled out, made to stand and
could feel the sun on her head and back and a fresh countryside breeze
on her cheeks and bare legs. She was led, by the elbow and not
roughly, blinded by the fold on her eyes she could only rely fully on
the man guiding her, across a crunching gravel driveway and up a set
of steps, wide ones and many of them, then onto what she assumed was a
veranda and then into a building, the sun then being blotted out and
the temperature a far cooler and more pleasant comfortableness.
Through the building she was guided, the scent of freshly cut flowers
filling her nostrils and then, as they made their way further in, the
appetising aroma of cooking hanging in the air. Finally, she was told
to halt and keep still, to keep her eyes closed tightly shut until
told otherwise, and then the blindfold was lifted off her eyes. She,
obeying and keeping her eyes shut, heard the footfalls retreating and
the door closing behind him. Then there was silence.
For several minutes it remained so although she felt she sensed
someone present, a little back from her but it felt almost as though
she was being inspected visually from a distance.
“You may open your eyes now,” the man said and lounged back a little
more in his swivel chair, swinging his feet up onto the desk but with
his gaze still firmly on the pretty little Chinese beauty before him.

She was in a large and obviously expensively fitted out room, not so
much an office but a large living room with several settees, a coffee
table, other items of expensive furniture and a desk to one part of a
rear wall that, was lined with bookshelves from floor to ceiling and
wall to wall. The man watching her, she guessed, was not Asian, more
of Western origin and in his late forties to early fifties, his hair
greying and his stomach a little paunch. He was overweight for sure
and his clothing casual but obviously also expensive, just like the
gold rings on his fingers, the bracelets around his left wrist and the
heavy gold chain hanging around his neck. She felt no fear before this
man although; her instincts were screaming inside her that an evil
element was present in him. She could do nothing though, except play
along for the time being.
The man stared at her for a moment longer then swung his feet down
from the desk, paused a moment and then walked confidently and
unhurriedly around the desk and to stand in front of her. “You are a
most attractive girl,” he said reaching up and stroking his hand down
the side of her neck.
Mai Ling shrugged his hand off her to express her disgust and
stepped to the side to distance herself from him.
“Ah! I see you are a spirited little slut.” he said easily. Then he
acted. In one swift move he was behind her, his left hand gasped
firmly to hold her bound wrists, he bent, pulled back his arm and
slapped the backs of her lower legs, hard blows, one to each of her
calf and so forceful that it made the little bitch squeal out in pain
and dance around like a fairy trying to avoid further blows. “Don’t
you dare to defy me,” He growled menacingly and slapped then up at the
backs of her thighs just above the backs of her knees.
Mai Ling was screaming now and twisting her upper body around to try
to pull away from him, she even kicked back with one foot to land a
thumping blow of her heel into his upper chest. That, as she was to
find out, wasn’t a good move.
He straightened up, slipped his arm around her throat and pulled her
hard back onto him, crushing her windpipe and threatening to cut off
her air supply.
That brought her to heel, she remained unmoving and silent, shaking
and in utter dread of him squeezing harder on her throat. She could
feel his body pressed against the back of hers, she could also feel
his hard erection pulsing and pressing against the mound of her left
buttock. The man held her there, grinding himself against her most
revoltingly and used his other hand to stroke the side of her neck as
he had previously. Both actions sickened her but she wasn’t about to
struggle this time, not with his arm threatening to crush her
windpipe. She had to endure it and that was that. Mai Ling tensed and
chocked a sob as his hand stroking her neck slide down over her
shoulder, onto her chest and down inside the uniform shift she was
wearing, his hand finding and covering one of her breasts, caressing
it and fondling her in a slow and deliberate action. She cried out as
his fingers gripped her nipple through her bra and pinched spitefully
hard to send searing pain shooting through her tender teat.
“Your suffering hasn’t even begun,” he chuckled evilly and pinched
her nipple harder still. “Little sluts like you need a lesson in
obedience.”
He released her from the hold and pulled her backwards by the wrists,
over to the settee where, he sat down and pulled her facedown across
his lap, her upper body to the left of him, her feet to the right of
him and her lovely little arse perched above his right knee. He used
his left hand to hold onto her bound wrists and to press down to hold
her steady, leaving his right hand free for his intended purpose.
During this all, Mai Ling had not protested nor had she struggled,
the power with which he had held her by the throat had indicated that
this man could hurt her, perhaps badly, should he wish. In that light
she had decided simply to endure rather than to suffer worse.
Slap! His palm landed across her buttocks with a resounding crack and
with such force that the stinging pain made her body tense and arch
up, her head and shoulders rising, her head throwing back and her
lower legs paddling like she was riding a bike. My! How that made the
pretty little slut yell! He pressed down on her back with his left
hand and slapped her backside again, the thin material of her uniform
shift offering no protection at all and not lessening the stinging of
the blow one bit.
Slap! He smacked her again, this time leaving his hand on her
backside and savouring the heat of her through the thin material of
her shift and her little panties. Slap! Slap! Slap! He spanked her
hard, until all her fight and struggling was done and the girl slumped
sobbing, helpless to resist him. Then he lifted the back of her shift
and pulled it back, laying across her lower back and in turn revealing
completely her upper thighs, her hips and the wonderful taut buttocks
so scantily covered by the little white panties she had on. He touched
her, the silkiness of her firm skin a delight to feel through her
panties. He caressed and stroked her unhurriedly, with deep enjoyment
and with high sexual excitement pumping through him. His fingers
roamed and explored, up and down the taut crevice between her warm
buttocks, over the rising twin mounds and then with his finger tips
lower between her thighs and closer to her pussy.
“No!” the girl squealed out in protest and began a violent struggling
against him to try to break free.
His response was savage and uncompromising. He slapped the backs of
her upper thighs so hard that it stung his hand and made the little
bitch writhe and squirm beneath him, her lovely body grinding down
onto his stiff cock and bringing to him those wonderful sensations he
so fondly relished when spanking a beautiful young girl. He continued
to slap her bare thighs until she screamed out wildly for him to stop,
and then some more and then some more again. Only when she had broken
down completely and her body was heaving with great racking sobs did
he stop.
“I warned you not to defy me,” he said, his voice thick with sexual
arousal, low and throaty, his breathing laboured and his entire body
pulsing with thrill. “Learn to comply, you lovely little slut, or
suffer along the way. Either way, I will get what I want. Fight me as
you wish, it will make no difference. Only you will suffer, not me.”
He than landed a hefty slap on her buttocks and resumed his stroking
of her backside, this time there was no protest from her as he pushed
his fingers between the backs of her thighs, the tips touching the
taut, warm gusset of her panties and through it her puffy pussy lips.
Under the side of her panties he worked his fingers, feeling then the
glorious silky skin of her backside and the excitement within him
soared. Only a croaked sob of defeat came from her as he began pulling
her panties down, he tugged on the thin material until they were
around her knees and her entire backside and thighs were fully exposed
to him.
Whack! He slapped her bare buttocks hard, the jarring of her slim
body down on his pulsing cock sent such sweet sensations ripping
through him. Whack! He slapped her arse again and then again, each
time pausing to stroke and feel and to run his fingers up and down the
crease of her buttocks. For several minutes he spanked her backside,
slapping her beautiful arse as the girl sobbed and wailed in misery.
When he had slapped her to his fill he changed to caressing, roaming
his fingers all over her backside and down between her thighs, each
time his fingers edging closer and harder up against the warm, moist
slit of her pussy.
“Part your thighs!” he snapped in irritation as the girl clamped her
thighs together to prevent him entering her.
“I can’t!” she wailed, “My panties are keeping my knees together!”
“Liar!” he raved and with his right hand gripped the little garment
and yanked hard, ripping the thin material easily and shredding the
little panties from her in one violent and forceful yank of his hand
and arm. He roughly pushed her thighs apart and gave a low growl of
satisfaction as the moist pink inner lips of her cunt slit peeked out
at him. “That is better,” he said in a low and detached voice that
croaked with pumping sexual thrill.
Mai Ling arched her body and cried out as his two thick middle
fingers drove hard up into her young body, the width of his fingers
side-by-side stretching her cunt tunnel wide and the length
penetrating her vaginal tunnel deeply. Hard up into her he drove his
fingers, working them fully up into her cunt until his hand pressed
against her cunt lips and no more could be got into her.
“Is this the first time you have had anything up you?” he panted
excitedly, “You are so tight that I suspect you are virgin.”
He began pumping his hand, finger-fucking the girl’s virgin hole,
ramming harder and faster up into her sex as she squirmed and wailed,
struggled and howled out in discomfort. Harder and then harder still
he pumped his arm, powerful and uncaring strokes to piston his fingers
in and out of her moist, tight hole. When his excitement reached
fever-pitch he lifted her easily, her slight body weightless against
his great strength, as he stood, pushed her face down on the settee
and used one of his knees to press down on her back and to hold her
there. The man used both his hands to undo his fly, to ease out his
stiff cock and to drop his trousers down around his knees. The sight
of this little beauty’s backside was overwhelming and he was on her in
a second, using his full bodyweight to pin her down as he lay down on
her, his stiff cock pressed down along the taut cleft of her
buttocks.
“Little virgin is going to get her duck broken,” he taunted
excitedly and shifted his hips to allow the head of his cock to slip
between the backs of her thighs and to press against her cunt slit. He
used his knees to prise her thighs wider and then pushed in, a hard
and powerful thrust of his hips that drove the entire length of his
cock up her in one go.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!” she wailed out as he took her
virginity roughly and then she broke down sobbing as the man began a
heated and faster thrusting up into her.
“It feels nice having cock up you, doesn’t it slut?” he taunted as
he fucked the girl hard in a sexually fuelled race toward his climax.
He crushed her down onto the settee as his hips slammed hard against
her buttocks, jerking and jarring her young body as he battered
against her in his drive to cum. And he did. He gave a low and throaty
growl as he came, his stiff cock pulsing inside her to shoot powerful
jets of his spunk far up inside her delicate cunt tunnel.
For a few minutes more he continued to slowly fuck the weeping girl,
to fully savour the tightness of her hole around him and until every
drop of his seed had been deposited inside her. The man then pulled
out of her, stood up and zipped up his fly. He called for his aide to
come and take her away, then went straight to his desk and picked up
the phone. This girl could command a high price for him and he had
just the client in mind that would surely paid most handsomely for
such a nice piece of female Asian cunt

Forced To Whore For Blacks

2008-06-01T16:49:00.000-07:00

SYNOPSIS
Janice is happy as Ronnie's wife, but she has no idea of his shady dealings, his involvement with the underworld. Then one day three of Ronnie business associated turn up. Ronnie has to go with them and they take Janice along too. Ronnie owes a lot of money to Mr Gilbert, a big fat black man who runs a powerful crime organisation. Ronnie, terrified, will agree to anything. Mr Gilbert agrees to let Ronnie have more time to get the money, but only if he leaves his wife with the gang as security.Janice, now in the possession of the blacks, is expected to do anything they want. The first order she's given is to strip. She gets as far as her underwear and then freezes in shame. Angered by her disobedience, her captors rip off her remaining clothes and pull her legs apart. Mr Gilbert teaches her the meaning of obedience with his huge shaft, and when he is finished his men have their turn as well.That is only the start for Janice. Until her husband gets the money she is the plaything of her black owners, and they use and abuse her without mercy. They burn her inside the most sensitive parts of her body and thrash her until she bleeds. Then when Ronnie fails to get the money, Janice is destined for worse: a specialist brothel owned by Mr Gilbert, where men pay huge prices to inflict the most sickening tortures on women. Will she ever escape the misery of her hellish captivity?
EXTRACT
Mr Gilbert made a sound of annoyance, and stamped over to stand in
front of Janice. She raised her hands, balled into fists, in front of
her like some useless attempt at defence, but Mr Gilbert pushed them
aside and grabbed the top of her shirt. Janice let out a gasping
squeal that trailed off into a moan as the big fat negro ripped the
sides of her shirt apart, spraying buttons. Making more panicked
gasping sounds she clapped her hands to her chest, feebly trying to
cover the pale skin and the white lacy bra that were revealed to his
ravaging eyes.
Janice clamped her eyes tight shut to block out the hideous sight of
that dark, lust-contorted face, but she opened them again quickly with
a squeak when Mr Gilbert grabbed her blonde hair and jerked her head
back. With his other hand he took the cigar from his mouth and held
its smoking tip in front of Janice's eyes.
'Maybe you wanna find out what it's like getting this thing on you,
huh?' He drew the cigar slowly down in front of her face to below her
chin, then pushed it forward. The smoke was rising from below her
chin, up over her face. 'Maybe I leave a couple of burn marks on your
skin here, huh bitch? Or you gonna do like I say?'
Janice fought with her terror-frozen throat, forcing out the words.
'P-pl-please, Mr - Mr Gil-Gilbert - I - I - d-do - what, what you
s-say - say, s-sir.'
Mr Gilbert stepped back and waved his cigar at her. 'You damn well
better. Now get your fucking clothes off!'
Janice twisted from side to side, her mind screaming at her to find
a means of escape, but there was none to be had. There were only the
horrifying possibility of submission to these sickening beasts, or the
worse possibility of being forced and being scorched with the burning
cigar. Janice could not bear the thought of the blacks seeing her
naked, but the thought of burning on her skin was worse. She felt hot
tears welling in her eyes and then she burst out into great sobs of
misery, body shaking, lungs heaving.
'Clothes off, now! Or you get hurt, real bad!'
Hands shaking in terror, Janice forced herself to comply. She
grabbed clumsily at her shirt and pulled it up out of her skirt, and
the last few buttons came away. She struggled to get it off her arms
behind her. Sickening shame racked her as she saw the blacks running
their eyes over her soft white body, eyeing what they planned to enjoy
soon.

Gospel Gals

2008-05-29T07:57:00.000-07:00

Everyone could testify that Reverend Abe Press sure knew how toput on a great show and what was actually amazing about the wholeevent was that deep down in Abe’s heart he believed in his message.He’d never apparently read the text, “Faith without works is dead.” Ifhe did it obviously hadn’t sunk in. He was more aligned with the text,“Love your neighbor,” especially if thy neighbor happened to be abeautiful female sex starved groupie. In almost every city Abe visitedhe either brought a concubine or two with him or he would easily meetnew worshipping sluts who freely offered him every exquisiteexpression of their devotion. So Abe could truthfully claim he was thechief of sinners at least when it came to the blazing sins of carnallust. As was mentioned before he was hopelessly addicted to everysoft, urgent twist and turn of sex craving pussies or cum swallowingthroats. It was as if his itchy cock was incapable of being satisfiedfor more than a few hours. Night after night and dawn after dawn wasusually spent with Abe, rutting deep inside some newly stainedconverted slut or a delightfully regular little whore of Babylon. The tax-free donations to his ministry certainly helped maintainhis lascivious life style. He stayed in the finest hotels usually atthe church’s expense and his secretary made sure that his groupiedevotees got access to his room quietly and secretly. It was the oldstory. Appearance was everything and Abe enjoyed committing the oldestsins the newest ways. Speaking of his secretary, her name is LaRonda Cox. She’s agorgeous black honey with a superb rack of a curvy chest and a fieryhot pussy that just won’t quit. She’s a great standby if nothing elseshows up. LaRonda is exceptionally lovely for a black having a gooddose of white blood in her ancestry. She’s soft spoken and knowsexactly what Abe needs in and out of the bedroom. LaRonda sets up histrips and arranges his ministerial appearance always to the highestbidder. Abe is popular even in black churches. It’s one of the reasonshe hired LaRonda to be his full time secretary and part time whore. Ofcourse LaRonda doesn’t quite look at it that way. She prefers to lookat it as her duty to satisfy all Abe’s needs which are quiteconsiderable. Some hours later, LaRonda lay beside Abe in an elegant hotelroom with a very comfortable king sized bed. There was no need oftalking as his kissing mouth found hers. Abe’s hands gently roamedover her smooth, hot skin. He didn’t know why and perhaps it was hisimagination but it always seemed to him that black women felt hotterthan white women. Her tongue flicked invitingly into his mouth and shefelt his stiffened cock rubbing her leg. She finally spoke in her rich contralto voice. “I gotta realnice treat for you when we get back to Atlanta darlin’. I ran across areal hot blonde who’s just been dyin’ to meet you.” Abe stopped sucking her tits for a moment to ask for some infoabout the new prospect. “O what she like?” Well she’s got nice big tits and sleek, long legs and she’s verywilling to meet with you even after I suggested some of the activitiesshe would be engaging in.” “Hmmmmm, sounds delectable Ronny.” The beautiful, well stacked afro-chick enticed him as she waseager for some pussy pounding. She loved how Abe would just take herand fuck her hot brains out. Her cunt was seeping with juicyanticipation as she felt his cock head begin to penetrate her pussylips. “So Massa, how can I serve that big cock of yours tonight?” His voice was gentle and very seductive. He removed his peckerhead from her cleft, deliberately tantalizing his horny bed mate. “Ithink I betta get your pussy real warmed up before I proceed.” LaRonda was lying on her bare back. She invitingly spread herlong, nylon covered legs way back and wide apart. The hot bloodeddark skinned honey soon felt his mouth lick her tits and graduallymove down her belly until he’d encountered her freshly shaved cunt.She sucked in her breath at the sudden pleasure that tore through hervagina. Even after eight months with the pastor she was still enjoyingfiery passion every time he did her and that was pretty often. Hervoice was pleading and seductive as she begged him to enter her. “Praise the lord! Oh God! Massa Abe! It feel so good! Lick itfaster! Faster! Make me hot! Ooooooo yeah, yeah! Just like that! Eatmy cunt out! Suck it baby! Suck it!” Abe loved the taste and smell of his prime, young black whore.He pushed her arching legs even further apart and then forced themback to her ears. “Now keep them legs back Ronny! It’ll make your cuntfeel betta!”LaRonda enjoyed speaking to her boss like some undereducated fieldhand when she got aroused and Abe sure knew how to arouse her boilingbox! “Yes lord yes! Stick your tongue in my pussy! Please lick it andsuck it! Ooooohhhh God! Oooooh God! Yes, yes!” “Are you thirsty Ronny?” “Ahuh! I’ll suck and swallow you off real nice! Then you canfuck my pretty little pussy all you want!” Soon all talking ceased when Abe guided the dark haired slut ontop of him. She loved to suck his cock and gulp down all his gizz. Notonly did it taste good but it also meant her pussy would be fucked alot longer and a lot better. Her mouth twisted and did quick up down motions on his hot,itchy dick. She knew precisely how to suck his urgent meat and she’deven shown some of his groupie chicks exactly how to do excellent oralwhen they’d needed instruction in those intricate lust arts. Hertongue slipped over his head like a slick little serpent. The hotbitch slurped him with her saliva at just the most exciting moments.He could hear her sucking and swishing as his dick tingled and itchedfor more and more sensational contact. He traced little expressivecircles on her cunt lips and swelling clit. He stabbed her juicingpussy with his eager tongue. Abe thoroughly enjoyed tasting LaRonda’smusky cunt juice as it slowly trickled into his mouth. The young black whore was an excellent quality slut and she knewjust what to do. She sometimes thought to herself the money wasn’t badeither. Fifty thousand dollars a year tax free, along with a lot offree food and comfortable hotel rooms to suck and fuck in. She’d evenget some nights off when other sex-starved women visited Abe forsexual solace. It wasn’t all that long before LaRonda felt his dick quiver andtense. Suddenly her mouth was filled with his warm cream from hisspasming jerking cock. She greedily sucked down his milky cum even asit kept spurting out of that trembling cock head. How she loved todrain him and with every pleasant gulping swallow she proved how muchshe adored his torrid lust. The sexy darky heard him moan into hercunt as he bathed her mouth and throat with his warm, sticky seed andshe knew at that moment that her mouth and fuck hole were in controlof this fiery preacher. She let him rest for a few moments. “Do you like the way I suckyour cock darlin’?” “You do it great Ronny, just great!” “After I suck your big cock super hard are you gonna fuck mysoft, little cunt real nasty until it’s nice and sore?” Abe stopped licking her swelling clit to reply. “You bet!” LaRonda practically purred from the tingling pleasure that wasracing up her groin. “I just love the way you're licking my pussyright now. You really like to suck out my fuck hole don’t you?” Abe murmured his agreement with her obvious observation.“Hmmmmm!” “Well pussy gonna fuck your prick real good Massa! Pussy lovesyour cream baby! She just loves it! So you just shoot that hot cum upmy box and fill it right up, you here?” The black bimbo bobbed her head up and down again andadministered a series of quick, salacious sucks and licks thatdefinitely stiffened his resolve very quickly. She wanted him badlyand she lunged her cunt against his mouth in eager anticipation.

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