Unnamed – Act 4, Scene 3
And following that brief romantic interlude betwixt Master and Mistress, we rejoin our nameless slave…
And following that brief romantic interlude betwixt Master and Mistress, we rejoin our nameless slave…
Poor BB is in College – And horny guys want to destroy her spirit.
Author’s note: This story has fantasy characters, namely two witches. This is a direct sequel to ‘Dissolution of love’ and is based on characters introduced in the ‘Champion’s Companion 17’. Ideally, I hope everyone reads and enjoys this, but I understand differences make us special as humans. Please enjoy, I am glad to share.
Hello. This is knpf. I’ve written an extreme fetish story involving womb prolapsing and non conventional sex that uses the exposed organ. It is an extreme and impossible play. Be warned.
The raw, cold wind had been buffeting her face for the past hour, turning it rose-colored with burn.
Nancy finds a new way to have fun at the fair
I’ve lost the last bit of Act 3; while I’m rewriting it, all you really need to know is the Mistress gave the Slave some slack, she abused it, and the Mistress just told the Master that as her punishment he’s to put her out for the night.
Chapter two
Chapter 2
It is now well after 10:00 pm and most all of the dinner guests are gone as he retrieves her tiny wrap, he for a moment ponders the thought of staying for a night cap as the lights of the city at this time of night are quite beautiful overpowering and very romantic and the thought of being with Diane under theses circumstances are very appealing, But then realizes he has not only made other plans, and also has a cab waiting. Besides there will be many other evenings, that they will spend together over the next several weeks and that romance for the time being will have to take a back seat. He remembers what next is in store for my naive and very horny young wife, who’s gambling habit has now been abruptly cut short. She is all back together and looks none the worse for ware as CJ escorts her through the bar several of the men that have enjoyed her company and assistance in the men’s room have boldly looked her over and have commented to CJ what an incredible woman she is and that anyone of them would be more than happy to keep her company, she again blushes at their vocal comment. Once it the elevator he wraps his arms around her and gives her another passionate and very deep kiss telling her that she is an incredible woman who has preformed his requests admirably and that if she keeps it up the debt will be paid in full in no time at all.
Once out of the elevator the cab and driver that delivered her earlier is dutifully waiting, and in the front seat is another person he opens the door for them and they both get in. The passenger has turned around and is really looking over Diane. Her dress is really short and she is showing a lot of cleavage both are of great interest to him. CJ is amused at the attention she is getting as the man is not at all good looking and is more of a slimy looking black little weasel of a man, that is peering at her in a lecherous way! Diane is very uncomfortable at the way he is looking her over as the cab drives off. The driver asks CJ where to? And CJ gives him the address. The cab driver shakes his head and says nothing. The grubby little sleazes ball of a man is leering more intently at my wife’s legs and breasts drooling, and making vulgar noises The driver finally says would I mind stopping at there dispatch center so that the guy’s, other drivers can see Diane naked! CJ says not at all , as his plans will not be affected if they take a little detour and is more than happy to continue her more than obvious discomfort and the letches obvious interest.
CJ then says to the driver I will go you and your friend one better and tells my wife to turn around as CJ then unzips her dress all the way, and with little ceremony instantly pulls on it leaving her totally naked the little creep in the front seat is beside himself as apparently he has never seen , such a beautiful naked young white woman that is only a few feet away. The driver almost chokes at what has happened. CJ asks the creep would he like a souvenir, the little man can hardly talk only nodding his head with the spital and the lust of a true voyeur vulgarly displayed along with the sweat on his face!. Diane is terrified as this letch drools at her soft white nakedness. CJ tells him to open the sliding partition that separates the front from the back and as it opens CJ sticks Diane’s blue dress through the opening, the nasty little man grabs it and buries his face in the soft and wonderful smell of my wife’s female ambiance.
Diane is stunned at first and now realizes she has nothing to wear….The little sadistic looking man is making animal noises of lust as his nose has found the damp muskie odor that has been closest to that most wonderful place and the animal sounds he is making to my wife are both stimulating and frightening, as he continues to act as though he is going to get off from this most wonderful gift!
My wife is now a little calmer and uses CJ for some male comfort and protection as she slides up really tight next to him, he is fully dressed in a suit and tie and she is wearing nothing! CJ places his hand down in between Diane’s bare legs and finds her soft and now even wetter folds, she reacts with a start and gasp as his fingers find her swollen and stimulated clitoris! My wife, has this most unusual and unconscious erotic habit of squeezing her thighs together when my hand is in her crotch. It is kind of like a sexual pacifier and a precursor to sex! . CJ is pleasantly surprised as she, does not even realize what she is doing, to CJ it is an incredible and most wonderful feeling, something he has never experienced before with any another woman. He looks at my wife in wonder, her eyes are fixed straight ahead on this greasy pervert and is only thinking about what he might do to her if he gets the chance? She is thankful there is a partition between them as the cab pulls into the dispatch center. It is just after 11:00 now,… it is a slow night and a number of cabbies about six of them are in a small back room playing cards waiting for a call. The driver an older fatherly looking black man now opens the door on her side and offers his hand, she balks for a moment realizing she is still naked, he then helps her out and in doing so holds her hand up and slowly turns her around admiring her naked unblemished beauty patting her lovly bottom and then pulls her off by her hand towards the smoke filled room!
The little creep much to my wife’s distaste has gotten out, leaving her dress behind in his haste, and is quickly following behind. The view of her bare white flesh and the way her bottom twists and wiggles with each step she takes, is quite erotically perverse and sexually exciting, not only to him. CJ has also gotten out and is following them. The same view of her behind is also a wonderful sight along with the way 4” hi heels make a woman’s ass legs thighs and calf’s look so incredible as they enter the room. The card game is immediately over as all eyes are focused on Diane’s bare breasts ass and sinfully bare and unprotected pubic area! She is the most beautiful and lovely thing, I have always known this, but she has never thought of herself as being really attractive. The men are gawking as the older cab driver leads her around the table, letting each of the men drink in her naked beauty and fondle her. The little grease ball is still close behind peering even more intently at her bare bottom he, is apparently quite taken with it! My wife responds to hands all over her, that are exploring her unprotected nakedness, with a gasp here and pleasurable moan there!
Diane loves the attention as her fantasy of being naked helpless fondled and felt up, in front of ,and by men lots of them has again easily and pleasurably become reality as she once told me that she is a closet exhibitionist, but is now out of the closet! This blissful thought is quickly interrupted by the weasel as he cannot help himself and pinches her bottom so hard she yelps out in pain. The little weasel breaks into a sadistic grin as the older man tells him to be more of a gentleman. This is followed by him saying who?… Would like to fuck her all of their hands go up with some vocal yes’s , who? Would like her to give them a really good old fashion blow job! Again all the hands go up! And who? would like to fuck her in her tight little white ass hole! Only the weasel says “me” quite loudly! This comment from him has turned one of her “darkest” fantasy into an ever more appealing one.
With the cards still on the table the older cabbie says, I know we will bet on who gets to do her, as money lots of it is now on the table. Diane is now standing between CJ and the older cabbie speechless, as to what is unfolding in front of her and thinking OMG they are going to gamble over me. The thought to her is strangely exciting and even stimulating!. CJ says, hold it a minute, telling everyone that she is a gambler and that she should get the chance to bet or save her ass. Some grumbling occurs and all finally agree. As the first hand is dealt she does quite well, along with the second and third down to the point that she wins the final hand! All are amazed as she is a woman standing there naked in front of all these strange men and that she has actually won big!. No one is more amazed than me, when CJ later tells me this story as Diane almost never wins and I have her gambling debts to prove it.
My wife is leaning over the table gathering up the money not giving any thought now that she is naked. Her round over indulged globes of her bottom wiggle and jiggle quite provocatively as she grabs the money. Diane still has a big red spot where the weasel pinched her, but it is fading. She is smiling at CJ as she sticks fists full of money into his suit pockets. When the weasel says,… hold on I didn’t get to bet? He is now eying my wife up and down, there is silence, when the older cabbie says I’ve got it just cut the cards, high card wins no money best two out of three. If she wins she gets to go, and if you win you get to do anything you want to her!!! CJ just nods but says to him if you win I can’t give her to you tonight or tomorrow, but that he will bring her back on Sunday! The weasel reluctantly agrees, as older man shuffles the cards over and over finally laying them on the table saying ladies first, my wife cuts a queen and the weasel cuts an eight. The cards are shuffled again, she cuts a jack, and he cuts a king. It is now even up. As the last hand is shuffled she is worried as she knows she is not that good or lucky,.. when the old cabbie finally puts the cards down this is it….. She, my wife tells him, the weasel, you go first , his confident leer turns into a frown as he cuts a three. My wife is now holding her breath hesitating slightly with the confident smile of a gamblers sure thing, finally deciding between two cards pulling out and slowly turning over a ….deuce!!! Her knees are week and she cannot believe what has just happened as the weasel grabs her soft slightly sagging ass cheeks and says these are mine! He has been eying them all night and gives them a good hard squeeze! As she yelps!
He is now drooling again with the possibilities of what he or his lecherous friends are going to do to her, Diane is scared and turned on at the same time. The thought of sadistic sex leaves her legs trembling he continues fondling her and sticks his greasy little face between her milky white breasts and savagely pulls her nipples around each sides of his cheeks before letting them go.. He then goes on to say that he is going to chain her to the urinal in the back bathroom and that he and all his perverted friends are going to make her squeal like a stuck helpless little pig! This is followed by grabbing her hand and almost dragging her into their restroom! Once she is in the room tells her to stand up on her toes, and then again followed by him saying faster as he watches the buns of her bottom giggle up and down in the most provocative and nasty way!
OMG, for Diane this place is exactly what her dark fantasy has been about it is everything that the men’s room it the restaurant is not. The floor is wet , the place smells of piss and has not been cleaned for months. Both the toilet, that has half of a broken wooden lid and the only urinal are filthy, urine and yellow stains are every where there are all sorts of crude graffiti of horrible nasty writings and remarks written all over the walls about cunts bitches and slutty whores.
The weasel asks Diane her name, she says nothing he asks again, and reminds her, as he roughly rubs her bare ass. That he, has won the bet and emphasizes this fact by savagely twisting one of her nipples until she screams! CJ sticks his head in the door to make sure that she is only, being tastefully abused . My wife with her heart pounding finally tells him. He takes out a bold red marking pen and writes her name in big letters and then underneath it in even bigger letters scrawls BLACK COCK WHORE! He then grabs her by her hair and forces her face up against the dirty wall and holds his cell phone camera up and takes several pictures of both of them with those words with her name and face framed vividly in the back ground!.. Then he unzips his pants unbuckles his belt and forces her head down to his crotch where a somewhat deformed slimy cock appears!
It is a fair sized one with a large light skin colored head that twists up and to one side it is about the size of a tennis ball, but is quite grotesque and unappealing, it has splotches of lighter colored skin. There are scars that show it has been horribly abused and surgically repaired it also has a number of small lumps bumps and numerous large warts! He forces her head up closer, the smell is repugnant, sicking and quite overpowering. Even worse, his shorts have yellow stains and the sick sweet smell of dried semen from numerous masturbation’s reeks from his lower torso! He then says, boy I will just bet a little white cunt like you would love to suck on a real mans dick , or have it crammed up your tight pink little asshole! My wife is queasy at the thought, but strangely her cunt muscles and sphincter contract at the thought, along with an even more perked anticipating feeling from her little clitoris! He then says “kiss it” she tries to recoil in horror, but his strong hand that is wrapped in her dark brown hair forces her closer, as he again says “kiss it”. That’s it you little bitch right on the end. He now has both hands on her head as her red lips are forced to touch the tip of this dripping male meat and he forcefully rolls her head back and forth over the end of its hardness using her lips like a thumb print pad, as if they were fingerprints!
He then jerks her up and with his pants still unzipped puts his hands on her butt again squeezing it and pushes her back out to the table. CJ says, eying his distasteful looking piece of man hood that has a pretty red silhouette of Diane’s lips on the end, and says what time on Sunday do you want her back?
The weasel says 11:00 pm as he proudly shows the image of red lip stick that has boldly left its imprint on his cock!. CJ then takes Diane’s hand and gives her a bottle of water which she quickly drinks gargles and spits out several times trying to get rid of the weasels stench, and leads her back to the cab with the old cabbie, once in the cab he looks her in the eye. He is amazed at the look on her face it is a combination of wonder anticipation and dread, as though she is somewhere else or in some sort of sexually erotic trance her eyes are glassy and have this mixed look of utter disbelief along with the possibilities of sadistic? or pleasurable abuse both for her are apparently appealing!…..
She looks so innocently helpless setting there naked in the back seat of the cab. The old cabbie asks CJ again if he is sure about the address and CJ says yes . The cab leaves the dispatch center and once on the road CJ’s hand is again down in between Diane’s soft white thighs the wonderful squeezing of his hand with her thighs subconsciously starts again with out any prodding. My wife is starring straight ahead and still thinking about tomorrow. When CJ takes his other hand and lovingly touches her cheek and directs her incredibly luscious red lips to his as a very sweet and tender kiss prevails he is beginning to love this young woman as much as I. Her eyes finally register where she is and what has happened relaxes and easily submits to his tender touch, but her thighs only continue to squeeze his hand ever tighter she is wet from the earlier thoughts and even wetter now from his loving touch, her heart is pounding again as he seems to know exactly what she wants.
The cab finally swings into an obscure back alley it is not all that far from the Boutique that she left earlier in the day. It is a specialty shop called Cold Steel and is run by an elderly black man who’s name is Mr Steel it is almost 12:00 am . There are several people milling around, night people some prostitutes and customers most are black. My wife is worried again as she is still nude her blue dress is up front and the old cabbie has offered it back.. Diane is at first relieved and thinks that she will at least get something to wear, even if it is only this skimpy dress, but CJ declines saying, I told the weasel it was a souvenir and his to keep and I never go back on my word!.. This comment has left my wife speechless! The old cabbie opens her door and CJ pushes her up and out of the cab the night is cool. There are lots of lights and a big window that show the colorful display items of tattoo samples and all sorts of piercing jewelry and the hardware that goes with it are prominently on display. Diane has always been fascinated by both tattoos and piercing, however she never would willingly do either. We have had all sorts of fun during the first several years of our marriage.
In that I have written on her, nasty things with marking pens and have used numerous temporary tattoos on her. She is and has been quite taken with big blood red hearts and roses mostly on her breasts and bottom and I have had some special order ones made to accommodate her zeal and interest in them, but they are temporary. What CJ and I have both agreed on was to make her think that she is going to be permanently tattooed, as a black cock whore that is co owned by me, her husband, and by CJ her new black master and that when she is in his company he has the power to do whatever he wants with her as his submissive and obedient slave, just as if she was a young black female slave during the period of slavery.
The thought to my wife is somewhat intoxicating as she has also had fantasy’s about such things only in reverse. The slave girl is white and her sadistic master is black! She never thought that she would be tattooed or marked even after reading the agreement even though it clearly states that this is to be done! The thought and possibility of being branded in fantasy was delicious, but in reality was quite unthinkable. CJ has taken her hand and almost has to drag her to the entrance. The hookers that are standing in front of the place tell CJ to get her the fuck out of there!… As she is now being eyed by their prospective customers, as she is totally nude and in the bright lights of the shop looks rather helpless and sinfully attractive, and has easily given the hookers more than enough competition. She also looks so innocent like the girl next door this freshness along with her white shamelessly exposed nakedness is even more appealing to the prospective john’s
CJ is now holding her hands behind her back as the older cabbie opens the door and asks CJ when should he come back to pick them up? He says about an hour should be enough maybe a little longer. Diane is even more concerned now as the lights are even brighter inside, and the place is packed for 12:00 am. Most of the patrons attention is directed to, who has just entered by the door chime. The fact that she is white, naked and being escorted by a black man wearing a suit brings even more attention. Diane’s fantasy is fulfilled once again as he guides her around the glass display cabinets and in between the aisles and people. One young lesbian and her girlfriend? Top or bottom, comment on my wife’s beautiful white skin and say’s what a bare canvas as she holds her colorful tattooed arm up next to my wife’s bare one, and then pulls her loose fitting top down below her tits with little modesty revealing all of the colorful tattoos that adorn them.
She looks enviously at my wife’s sinfully bare and totally unmarked breasts and her pubic area that looks so inviting, I have shaved Diane so much that it hardly grows back anymore. The young girl then asks CJ why she is here ? He answers in a mater of fact tone, that she is his, black cock whore and has been brought here to be permanently marked registered and tattooed. He goes on to say that she is co owned by him, and her husband and that he is her new black master! She then asks CJ can she please touch her breasts. CJ nods and this young woman immediately and lovingly first, softly pinches her nipples and then squeezes the softness fullness of them, my wife is not at all sure how to react as the young woman again comments to her friend that they would be perfect to pierce and tattoo! Her hand then trails down to my wife’s mound and clit as she raises her, short little skirt revealing a hairless mound that has the most beautiful tattoo surrounding it, that goes up an out in all directions like some sort of starburst that tapers to her abdomen and out to her full thighs. Her labia and clitoris also have numerous chrome rings! And again states that my wife’s would be so perfect to do the same to!
Diane has never had another woman so blatantly fondle her much less make such outrageous comments the fact that almost everyone in the place has tattoos and most are numerous and cover much of their bodies, at least what one can see of them is quite apparent. The girl has made no effort to cover her breasts and then asks CJ is she, my wife for sale? Can she rent borrow or steal her for a while and if so how much? For her, it is quite unusual to see such a innocently looking white middle class young woman in this establishment at all, much less at this time of night. CJ tells her to give him her number and that he would see what he could do! Much to my wife’s astonishment as she is strangely aroused and uncomfortable at the thought of this this young tattooed woman and her companion having her as some sort of sexual play thing!.
A beautiful young black woman dressed in a lab coat has made her way to CJ and asks looking Diane up and down, is she here for an appointment? Is she the one that is to be marked tattooed and registered ? CJ tells her yes. My wife has gone from concern to almost uncontrolled fright and has a much more worried look on her face. She balks as the girl takes her hand from CJ and pulls her past several customers, and into the back room. The place is more like a doctors examining room than a tattoo parlor. There are several padded metal tables that have a number of attached fixtures, there are also a number of incredible copies of tattoo art along with 8 x10 color pictures. Well over 100 of them they are equally divided of piercing’s and exotic tattoos. This of course makes the setting no doctors office! Diane is even more worried as Dr Steel inters the room the lab coat gal gives my wife’s hand to the doctor and like others lifts it and turns her around admiring her beautiful naked body. Asking CJ what she is here for? He looks like a collage professor and is quite distinguished, CJ later finds out he is, a long with owning this successful business . CJ with out batting an eye tells the doctor that he owns her and that she is his property and that he has the signed and witnessed papers to prove it! and needs her to be officially marked tattooed and registered as his personal BLACK COCK WHORE!
The lab coat girl again takes her hand and leads her over to the wall there is an area for official pictures like at DMV or for a criminal mug shot booth. She then hands my wife a white card to hold up just below her face that has her official registration number along with the words BLACK COCK WHORE in bold letters.
Diane is in tears as she dutifully holds the sign up and they take a full face shot that flashes and then again with her profile. She then leads her over to one of the tables in preparation for this strict and very legal formality or at least this is what Diane thinks. The girl asks her to step up and then bend over face down, she is docile and submissive and has turned slightly giving CJ a pleading look of resignation before bending over. She is hoping that in some way he will be able to stop the proceedings. CJ shrugs his shoulders as if to say sorry,.. its to late.
She is then bent over, under her waist is a higher padded firm cushion as her head and chest are comfortably forced down onto a narrow padded extension that lets her soft white 36”tits hang down unencumbered on either side. A leather strap is tightened around her neck and it alone does not hurt, but she now cannot move. Next her wrists are fastened to the attachments that stick out forward of the metal table to similar devices. This ordeal is becoming more and more frightening by the minute however there is nothing at all she can do let alone stop it. She softly starts to plead for them not to do this. The young woman only smiles at her as if taking some personal pleasure at Diane’s helpless plight.
CJ and Mr Steel have been talking and they are far enough away that she cannot hear, as CJ explains what we have agreed to do and how she is to marked . We have both agreed that she is to be marked and tattooed on the under side of her right lower buttock so that when she is on her knees or is bent over in a submissive position the words BLACK COCK WHORE will be prominently and vividly displayed . So that anyone behind her will instantly know her sexual status! We have decided it will be done in dark purple ink they type that was used in butcher shops years ago to mark meat as “US GRADE A CHOICE” !
For Diane it will be permanent and official looking, in reality it will eventually wear off, but the idea is to make her look think and have the feeling of being a legal registered and certified slave to a black man and that she is for all intentional purposes his black cock whore. My wife feels her legs being attached and belted to moveable fixtures at the back of the metal table. First above her knees and then at her ankles. When both sides are adjusted and the belts are tight she hears the whir of several electrical motors as her legs are slowly spread and the cushion under her bottom is arched up even higher she has this incredible sensation of being totally helpless and vulnerable more so that anything we have ever done or that has ever happened to her in the past…The young attractive black woman has swabbed her nipples labia lips and clitoris in preparation to be pierced as part of this ordeal not knowing that this service will not be required! The cold feeling of the alcohol on her genitals leaves her trembling….and her heart pounding once again!
Now that she is in this position Mr Steel has walked around in front, to where she can see him. He has the signed legal document that CJ has give him and holds it up in front of her and asks! In a demanding and very official voice, is this your signature!, and is this your legal name!, and did you willingly sign it! Diane does not know what to say, and can only stammer, as he again asks even louder, well did you? …… My wife is in tears meekly says yes. OMG she thinks to herself she really is going to be a black cock whore!….. She really likes CJ even for the short time they have been together, but is unsure as to just what he will do?…
She has no real idea what really will be required of her after this service is complete, hoping that he will not be to harsh or abusive! Mr Steel continues having her recite and repeat, first her name and then that she willingly, has become a submissive, and again meekly repeats the words. He then says to CJ you know I have to fasten all the slaves, cunts and whores down pretty tight when I pierce or brand them as many times they really squeal cry and beg , and sometimes it, can be a most unpleasant job he has a smile on his face that does not reflect at all what he has just said nor can Diane see his smile. He Goes on to ask did he want her pierced ? CJ says no and Mr Steel says are you sure,? As this would be the perfect time and I will throw it in along with the tattoo, registration and certification as an extra at no charge? CJ says he wouldn’t mind seeing several small sharp needles poked through her nipples and especially her clit just to see if she would be a good candidate! But again declines to have her actually pierced, much to my wife’s relief .
With my wife in this helpless position CJ take interest in her red open toed spiked heels and slowly slips one off of her foot. She had wondered at the boutique when her hair and nails were done why they had spent so much time on her feet? This special treatment was now going to be brought home in a way she had never imagined ? CJ was one of those guys like me, that loves to see women and especially naked women wearing heels and how it effects their legs and bottom, by making them ever so more shapely and appealing. Also like me he is stuck in the good old days of garter belts stockings and hi heels. Especially when it comes to girl watching, but for him, he has taken this wonderful leg ass and foot fetish a bit farther, as he loves screwing around with women’s feet! Diane’s toe nails have been painted up to where they are a work of inviting art and are, as CJ has though just perfect to pleasurably abuse. He has taken a sharp spiked spur out of a small leather case in his suit pocket and at first starts slowly rolling it along the instep of her foot. This is a most sensitive place and one that my wife has never felt touched in such a sensuous way! No one including me has ever shown any interest or attention to this part of her anatomy and for her is virgin territory. CJ now slips her other heel off and steps back out of the way for a moment….. As Diane flexes and stretches her unencumbered feet and toes.
Mr Steel then gets down to business as my wife first feels alcohol on her buttock and then feels the outline of what she thinks are the words, “black cock whore” first being traced and then the ink applied followed by the soft hum of the electric needle as it outlines each letter. The needle is blunt but give her the sensation. She has never had a real tattoo before and has no idea that what is being done to her is not the real thing. She endures with wet eyes barely whimpering with and occasional mournful shuddering sob of resignation! It does not take long as a stencil has been used and it is quickly and professionally outlined. The fun is not quite over as Both CJ and I have agreed on another little item and that is, she really is going to get a small tattoo!.. It is going to be placed between her pink little sphincter muscle and the lower opening of her slit there is a beautiful white area of very tender virgin flesh about an 1”inch high and 3′ inches wide. This is a place that few has ever touched and it is almost as sensitive as her clit!. His assistant hands Mr Steel a 3” roll of sticky tape and he cuts a piece fastening it on each cheek at the inside of her crack, and then pulls it tight! This opens and bunches her posterior up at the same time. He then rubs the tape quite aggressively against the fleshy inner globes , the results is to open this area even wider and vulgarly exposes the sensitive almost virgin area to be tattooed .
Mr Steel has been setting on a roll around stool as his assistant brings him the rest of his necessary tools and ink. We, CJ and I have decided on dark pink for the real tattoo as this is the perfect color to be used on her white skin, it will be vividly outlined by the same dark purple ink used on her bottom and should stand out wickedly! It will be real and she will be permanently marked as a Black Cock Whore !……The lettering will be 1/4” high and will have CJ’s initials above preceding it and cannot be seen by anyone even when she is wearing skimpy underwear or a revealing two piece swim suit. The only time anyone will be able to see this so slutty and whorish written symbol of her submission, is when she is totally naked and on her knees with her bottom in the air! She of course when in this position and being used by anyone other than me would be a whore, and if that person was black these words could not be more true or accurate The feeling of helplessness and hum of the sharp needle is stimulating as her pussy is almost dripping in anticipation of some sort of attention. The feeling and sensation is almost like a small aggressive vibrator as if the sensitive nerve ends in this area are being sinfully abused. OMG she, is going to have an orgasm, not being able to hold it and shudders as her fleshy mound and tight little asshole tries to contract, but the tape holds the area being worked on wide and easily apart as she climaxes.
Just as she is starting to cum. Mr Steel moves back out of the way and CJ again steps up and rolls the sharp spiked little wheel across the instep of her right foot. The sensation along with all the others leaves her trembling with another incredible orgasm. OMG the sexual experience and sinful abuse of being tattooed that she has endured along with the loving touch of lust and romance from this adoring black man, who is now starting to love her almost as much as I, leaves her blissfully and totally spent. Mr steel now finishes up the first of several violations of this most intimate and untouched area of virgin flesh!
More pictures are taken close up, very detailed ones that clearly show “BLACK COCK WHORE” but several more are needed to make it official, one with a big black cock down her throat along with the same black cock all the way into her ass and pussy. They will be uploaded to a permanent world wide registry and data base. That can then be down loaded and burned onto disc,s with pictures of her pretty face slave number along with several full figured nude pictures showing her breasts pussy clit along with her vividly marked ass and will be available to all that have interest in black cock whores! The smaller pictures of her actual tattoo will not be prominently displayed, but can easily be accessed and those words start with, at the top CJ’s initials and then underneath followed by BLACK COCK WHORE.
Diane is finally released but is unable to move as CJ tenderly and lovingly rubs her feet slipping her open toed red heels back on, and helps her up. She can hardly stand and still has very mixed feelings in not only her mind, but also her loins. Mr steel says to CJ here, give her some of this, and bring her back in a week or so to finish the job! The drink he is offering is a mild sedative and also a muscle relaxer. Diane is sore tired and for some reason very thirsty. Gulping the liquid in the glass down with out even a thought as to what it is. CJ has settled up with Mr steel and has received her official papers, while his assistant is holding onto Diane steadying her. CJ then puts his arms around her and helps escort her out into the front display area . His head is next to hers as she leans back on his shoulder, he can smell her hair and the fragrance of her naked body and can also feel her pounding heart along with her measured breathing she feels so wonderful to touch. The old black cabbie has been waiting and has opened the door as the chime rings again, my wife hardly notices as she is even more relaxed. The door of the cab is also opened and CJ has to almost pick her up and set her on the back seat.
Several of the night people watch with little concern, as a naked young white woman is being helplessly placed in the back seat of a cab by this black man at 1:30 in the morning and with the black cab driver assisting. CJ asks the old cabbie to please hold Diane until he can get around to the other side and into the back seat. She has gone from being self conscious and hopelessly embarrassed while naked to now not even being aware of it! The old man has no problem holding her for a moment, as his right hand firmly encircles her left breast holding her, and his other descends into the wet softness between her legs. She at first gasps slightly and lets out a pleasurable sigh hardly noticing his grip on her soft exposed breast. CJ slips in from the other side next to her. He then picks her up and places her on his lap. Her arms have no trouble finding there way around his neck, his right arm is under hers and around her bare back. She is more and more out of it, but her grip around his neck seems to be secure as if he is some sort of protective sentinel.
His right arm now has easily slipped down to her waist, and with both of hers around him, has allowed his left hand the freedom to explore her naked body, he starts with her nipples and soft 36 DD breasts. The old cab drive turns around enjoying the view and asks where to? CJ says the Edgewater in Oakland. The old man smiles with a knowing smile as the cab drives off.. CJ’s hand has now gone from her soft breasts down , and in between her previously moist and now very wet thighs.
Again this most wonderful feeling of her upper inner thigh muscles start to unconsciously squeeze his hand. He uses his thumb and for finger to kneed her clit as his other three fingers are in her wet little slit, she only winces slightly as he squeezes it a little harder trying to find the point that might awaken her, she is now to the point where it is obvious he can do what ever he wants and there will be no resistance!
The Edgewater is a hotel devoted to swingers and is a great place. The hotel is surrounded by a gorgeous courtyard with palm trees, bougainvillea, a greensward, a large swimming pool with a hot tub. It is the place to be naked out of doors; and the perfect place to do sex in public. The hotel rooms have large windows looking out over the courtyard so people can watch or be watched; and in some instances if invited in could easily participate. The place also has a strip club which makes it even better. CJ has even thought about having her dance and compete there on amateur night that is several days from now… He has already made reservations for the best and most expensive room, it is the bridal suite! The cab drives up and stops, CJ tells him that he will settle up tomorrow, the old cabbie says not to worry as he has had the best tip that he can ever remember. CJ before getting out, has one more added touch and has planned this night very carefully in his suite pocket, he has a white Bridalveil and matching garter that he carefully places on her head and then he removes her heel and slips the garter up as high on her thigh as possible Right next to her pussy. They are in front of the main lobby, the cab door is opened and CJ still holding her slides over and carefully gets out trying not to hit her head or legs on the cab, and then carries her through the double doors that automatically open into the lobby and up to the hotel check in counter. There is a night manager and a reservations clerk on duty, neither seem to be alarmed at all by this immoral and sinful display, of a naked young white woman wearing only a Bridalveil and garter in the arms of a well dressed black man .
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This is a totally fictional story about a really bad honeymoon.
Hey guys, first story so be kind, Long time reader, first time poster.
Bored wife seeks husband’s permission to date others
There is a young man down the street that has a huge crush on me and he is what inspired this story. Sometimes I imagine that this young boy forces me to be his fuck toy
When Maddi Miller gets caught doing naked self-bondage under an interstate bridge, the police take her to the psych ward of the local hospital. She is released but has to keep a diary as part of her thirty day evaluation and submit it to her therapist at the end of each week. This is week four of that diary. There are five weeks, each more or less stands on its own, but makes more sense if you have read the previous weeks.
This story was re written for and about Lust Pet
He stood there, licking his lips knowing that this whore was his. He took his hand high up and pow! Her ass was beet red. He loved the fact that she was dripping wet on his lap.
“Please, Master stop. It hurts.” She begged him, tears falling down her cheeks. “Please, I’m sorry. I’m a dirty whore. Please just stop.” She kept repeating it all over and over again.
He smiled. He loved to see her writhe on his lap. She disobeyed him and now it’s time for her punishment.
“Oh little girl, you broke the rules. I can’t just let you off so easily. Now let your punishment continue or I’ll double it. You know we still aren’t done.” He slapped her left cheek hard, she grunted and groaned.
She tried to hold her tears back in but they just kept flowing. Her punishment was only beginning and she was dreading it.
“Now let’s see how many rules did you break?” He asked as he rubbed her sore ass cheeks. SLAP! “You wore underwear today. That’s one,” SLAP! “
“Sorry! I’m so sorry, Master.”
“ Shh. I don’t want to hear your excuses, whore. You came to me five minutes late.” SLAP! “ You haven’t been going to class,” SLAP! “You’ve been partying too much,” SLAP! “You let a guy fuck you and you didn’t let him pay you like I told you.” SLAP!
“Master I’m sorry. I know I’ve been bad. Thank you for the punishment.” She knew she couldn’t do anything to change his mind.
She loved being punished by her master.
He rubbed her ass cheeks again. He felt her wetness on his finger. Plop! He pushed it inside her and she moaned.
“Now another one? Oh little girl, you’re being very naughty. Master is quite displeased with you.” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
He eventually got into a rhythm where he’d finger her until she was about to cum and slap her ass cheeks ten times.
“Now does my little slut like this?” He asked with lustful eyes over his prize.
“Yes, Master I do. So very, very much.” she moaned.
“Well then this won’t do. Get off of me, slut. Sit on the floor like a good pet. I want your ass touching the floor.” He wanted to see her suffer for a bit. He liked how she still has so much spirit. He wanted to break it so very badly.
She did as she was told. He legs weak from the pain and she slowly put her ass against the floor slowly but he pushed her. She screamed as she felt the cold floor on her ass. She looked at her Master with pleading eyes but just sat up and sat there. She wanted him.
“Slave, who owns you?” he asked in his most domineering voice.
“You do Master. You own me. Thank you for owning me, Master.”
“Yes, I do. Now why do you keep breaking the rules, slave?”
“Because I’m a worthless slut that likes to break the rules.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit answer, you fucking whore. You know it’s because you’re a whore and you like being punished. Don’t you bitch?” His face was right in front of hers. His face was red and he had his hand around her throat. She couldn’t help but look down. She knew to never look at her Master right at his eyes.
“Yes, Master. I’m a whore and I like being punished. Thank you, Master.” She had trouble saying it but he loosened his grip on her neck.
He re-griped her neck tighter and threw her on the floor. She cried and cried at how easily her Master was throwing her. He looked at her with such lust. He just wanted to fuck her but he knew that she had to learn her lesson.
NEVER DISOBEY YOUR MASTER!
“So did you learn your lesson yet, little girl?” He asked her in a hushed tone.
“Yes, Master. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never disobey you again.” She said as she got onto her knees with her head down.
He dragged her outside where everyone could see her naked body. Her 32C cups dangling in the air. Her well curved body ready for the ravenous eyes of strangers.
“Whore, do you like it when people watch you get fucked?” He whispered into her ear as he licked it.
As she was about to answer, he bit her ear. He bit her hard. Then kissed and licked her neck.
“Answer me, you fucking whore!” He bit her harder, drawing a bit of blood.
She loved it when her Master bit her. It sent thrills all over her body. She bit her lips and tried to say no but the words wouldn’t come out. She wanted to cum.
So…very…very…badly.
“No, Master.”
“Well slave this isn’t for your enjoyment. It’s mine. Get on your fucking knees and spread them cheeks wide. You’re going to get fucked hard and everyone will know you are nothing but a dirty whore.” He barked his order at her.
She did as she was told. The ground touching her. She felt dirty. She is dirty. A dirty slut. She wondered what hole her Master would use today. She opened both holes wide open for him.
He looked at her from behind and loved the sight. Her ass spread open for him to use whenever he wanted. He had the good life.
SLAP!
“Are you going to disobey me again, whore?”
“No, Master.” She meekly said.
He put a finger in her asshole. God it was nice and tight. He wiggled it in there. Another one came in. Then another intruder. And another. He almost had his hole hand in her asshole. Spit made the best lube of all. It was always there when you needed it.
He started fisting that ass. She moaned and groaned at the pain. Crying won’t help her. It would only draw attention. She tried to be quiet enough so the neighborhood won’t hear her.
“What are you?”
“I’m a filthy anal slut, Master.” She said very quietly.
“I can’t hear you. Maybe you should yell it out.” He said as he went faster.
With his other hand he inserted a finger in her wet cunt. It went in so easily. He slipped his whole hand in so much faster.
The double fisting has begun.
“Whore! Fucking answer me!” He fisted her harder and faster.
“I’M A FILTHY ANAL SLUT, MASTER!!!” She screamed.
She saw a neighbor look out their window. It was Mrs. Humphrey, the neighborhood gossip. Everyone will know what she’s done.
She was close. She just wanted to burst. Holding it wasn’t an option.
“Master, may I please cum?” She asked as sweetly as she could.
“Oh, so my whore likes being fisted outside? My word! You are such a dirty slut!” He took his hands out of her used holes.
“Suck my cock slave. NOW!” He yelled.
She immediately went for his hard cock. Hoping that if she did a good job, he’d let her cum.
She went slowly at first, slightly grazing her teeth on the head, oh so gently. She knew her Master loved that. She flicked her tongue at the hole then took the whole thing down her mouth. She gagged yet again. She still couldn’t deep throat her Master. She needed to practice. She kept trying until it felt easier.
Breath through your nose.
She bobbed her head up and down. She used her succulent lips on his cock. She played with his balls and licked them. She sucked on them very gently as her hands pleased his cock.
She loved sucking his cock. This was her favorite part of every session.
She kept at it like her life depended on it. She wanted to please her Master.
He slapped her face with his left hand then his right. He left hand prints of her face. He grabbed her by the hair and kissed her. He spat at her face.
“Open your mouth. Take my cum. I want it in your mouth for the next five minutes.”
He came onto her tongue and wave after wave it kept on going. She knew not to miss a drop. She swallowed his cock into her mouth before a drop was lost. She loved the taste of her Master. He always tasted sweet and never bitter.
She reminded herself to eat more sweet fruits.
She kneeled outside as he cleaned himself up.
She heard people pass by and people call out to her. There were even some teenaged boys oogling her. She heard one of them say, “She looks fuckin’ hot, bro. I’d love to eat that pussy.”
Those comment went on.
Mothers passed by with their children and called her a harlot, a slut…well you get the drift.
Her Master saw the people come and go. He let her stay like that for fifteen minutes.
He took her things and put it in a bag. He opened his door and dropped the bag on the floor.
“Show me what’s inside your mouth.”
She opened her mouth and his cum was still there. He patted her head.
“Good slut. Now swallow it for Master. You took your punishment well today. Are you going to be a bad girl again?” He asked her sweetly.
“No, Master. Thank you for the punishment, Master.” She said happily.
He kissed her on the lips and held her close to his body. His hand wondered to her ass and begun to rub the soreness away.
“Get dressed.”
She grabbed the bag and went inside. She took her shorts and tank top out. She was about to put them on but she felt the stinging pain on her bum.
Bruises began to appear on her ass and various places. He left his mark well.
He told her to lay on his lap. He grabbed ointment and began rubbing her ass. He rubbed each and bit of her sore body. He began to play with her clit.
She moaned and thanked her Master for playing with her.
“Get on the couch. I’m hungry.”
She opened her legs wide for her Master. She was excited. She did a good job and her Master was giving her a reward.
He traced her lips and began to lick her little clit. The juices were flowing. She wanted to cum and he knew it wouldn’t take long. He took his time. He’d lick at one spot, kiss at another, finger her but it all was very slowly.
She wanted to yell. She wanted to push his head down her aching pussy. She wanted to cum.
He laughed at her reactions every time he pulled away. Her eyes like a lost puppy. He couldn’t hold back. He ravaged that tight cunt of hers. Licking and sucking. Biting and slapping.
Her legs all wobbly from moving around. She couldn’t even feel the pain on her ass anymore. She wanted to cum in his mouth. She was wanted to taste her pussy on his lips.
He eagerly ate her pussy. Teasing her and pleasing her until she was at the point of no return.
“Master, may I cum?”
He looked at her and nodded his head. He ate her out with his talented tongue. His expert mouth knew her weak spots. He knew she won’t be able to last long.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She screamed and started to jerk her body. Her breathing was ragged, her toes curled, back arched. Her orgasm took her fully.
He smiled at his creation.
“Thank you so much, Master!” She said with the biggest smile on her face.
“I’m glad you enjoyed that. Now get dressed.”
“Yes, Master.” She took her clothes and eagerly put them on.
He looked at her getting dressed and missed her naked flesh. His marks stayed hidden but how he wished to show people his property. This slut was his.
She finished getting dressed and took her bag. She was near the door when her Master came to her.
He kissed her lips and said his final threat.
“You can’t cum for the next week, filthy whore. If I find out you break another one of my rules…things will get worse for you.”
“Yes, Mas–.”
He shut the door before she could even finish. She stood there.
“I love you.” She whispered.
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The lady next door was hot
This is the next chapter where Dissolution of love, and Resolute love start. Also a teaser for ‘Spit’ featuring the beginnings of Vellina, and Darkenma’s journey west to the Enclave of the Spear Mistress…
Last weekend my neighbor from across the road had a little party. He sent me a text, asked if Mendy and I would like to stop by. I showed the text to her and she got all excited. “oh hell yea!!” My dick got hard as a rock. I figured she always wanted to fuck him, Bobby was his name. He was a big guy, good looking and funny. She likes big guys, says they fill her up better. Mendy would always dress and undress in front of the window that Bobby could see right in from his house, if he happened to look.
Mendy wanted to clean up before going. She emurged from the bedroom wearing a very short skirt and tube top. I could tell, no bra. Her nipples poked right through. She sat down on my lap, we kissed and my hand found it’s way between her legs. Just as I figured, no panties. Mendy’s pussy was already wet with anticipation. As I played with her pussy I asked “no panties tonight?” Mendy responded with “You don’t mind do you hunny? I want to get fucked real good tonight. I will give you what you want when we get home.” She knew I loved to watch her get fucked, then slip my dick in her while she is still wet and dripping another mans cum from her hole. It is so hot and wet, it takes no time for me to blow.
We walked across the road and joined the party. It was Bobby and about 6 of his friends. Mendy was the only woman there. They looked pretty fucked up, drinking beer, smoking pot, and doing some lines. Mendy wanted to do a line. When she bend down to use the straw, her short skirt went up and a few guys had a perfect shot of her pussy. I could see their eyes bug out and mouths drop open. The guys that saw started whispering to the other guys. When it got to Bobby, he ask if she would like another. She bent down again and 4 guys moved to get a look. One said “damn, look at that!!” I said “she does have a pretty pussy.” Mendy finished her line and stood up real slow. She turned to the guy that said that and lifted her skirt so he could see the front. Thats when about 8 pairs of hands reached for her. They were rubbing her pussy, ass, tits and legs. Their hands were all over her. It only seem to take a second and she was naked in front of all of us. Bobby said “looks like we’re gonna train your old lady.” I said ” I’m pretty sure thats what she came here for.” Mendy looked right at Bobby and said “I want you to fuck me first.” She went right to him, grabbed his pants, and lead him to the couch. She took off his shorts and sat him down. He was only about 1/2 hard, but his was already bigger than mine. Mendy let out a “MMMMMM” and put her lips around his head. His dick grew to well over 10 inches and was real thick. Mendy could only get a little more than the head in her mouth, but she could do great things with that tongue of hers. Someone moved behind her and started licking her ass and pussy. She was really getting into it and sucking Bobby with gusto. Both hands on his shaft and her mouth never left his dick head. I took off my pants and took a seat next to Bobby. I had a perfect view of her pretty face bobbing up and down on this huge dick. I grabbed the back of her head and forced her down on him more than she wanted to take. She came up gasping for air. “you fucker, just for that you will wait till last and have to watch me fuck all these guys.”
With that coment, she sat down on Bobby’s lap, facing him. She grabbed his dick and worked the head around her pussy lips. Then I saw his dick sink slowly into her tight little pussy. when it withdrew, it was shinny with her juice. It withdrew and disappeared into her over and over. Mendy sunk it deep inside and started to grind. She must have found the gspot, because her cum was soaking his balls and pubic hair. Her eyes rolled and she threw her head back. When she was finally done cumming she said “somebody stick a dick in my mouth.” 3 hard ons instantly pointed at her face. She was riding Bobby and sucking as many dicks as she could at once. Bobby said “look out fellas,” picked her up and planted her on the couch. He scooted her ass to the edge, hooked her legs and grabbed her shoulders. Then began to fuck her hard. His balls and her ass were slamming together making a slapping sound. Bobby fucked her hard like that for a good 10 – 15 minutes. Mendy’s juice was running down her asshole and wetting the couch. I reached in and started rubbing her cum into her ass, getting it all slippery. She started moaning and talking dirty. “FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!! YOUR DICK IS SO BIG!!! OH MY GOD!!” I saw Mendy’s hand reach for Bobby’s balls. She played with them for a minute and I saw them draw up. I knew he was about to cum and I had a close up view. Her fingers were wet from her own juice and she stuck a finger in Bobby’s ass. He burried his dick in and began to pump his cum up her. Somehow it found room to run out of her, it was seeping out around his dick. Then he withdrew and a bunch more came out. He pulled out till his dick was just touching her pussy, then slammed it back in. It made a squishing noise and more cum came out, this time with a big pussy fart. He did it again and again, each time with a pussy fart.
Someone said “come on man, let someone else have a turn. One by one, each guy got between her legs and fucked her for all they was worth. None lasted as long or was as big as Bobby, but she got lots of dick in her. Towards the end, the guys wasn’t lasting very long at all. Some came on her face and in her hair. She had it all over her tits and belly.
Mendy was sucking Bobby again as the last guy finished pumping his load deep in her pussy. Bobby said “since you stuck a finger in my ass, I am going to fuck your ass.” Mendy said “ok, sit on the couch.” Bobby did and Mendy backed her ass up to him, put her feet up on the couch on either side of him and tried to guide his huge dick into her little butthole. It wouldn’t go, so she stuck a couple fingers in her pussy and pulled out some cum. She worked it in her ass, fished out some more and rubbed it on his dick. She tried to stick his dick in her ass again. All of a sudden the head disappeared, Mendy shuttered a little, but continued to sink her ass down on him. She was rubbing her pussy juice on his dick to keep it lubed up. It was working and Mendy was rubbing her clit real fast as he was pounding away at her little butthole. She was facing us and we all had a great view. She screamed “OH MY GOD!!!” and she squirted about 4 feet, then her love juice ran from her pussy and really soaked Bobby. I wanted to join in and said ” Bobby, hold up a second.” He stopped pounding her and I got between her legs too. I said “you dont mind do ya?” and sunk my dick in her pussy while Bobby’s dick was burried in her ass. Her pussy was on fire and soaked, yet tight because Bobby’s huge dick filling up her asshole. I could feel him withdraw and drive his dick back in her. It was a feeling like I have never had before. I could acually feel this guy fucking my girlfriend. I just left my dick burried in her pussy, hitting her gspot, her pussy quivered and she came again and again. Mendy’s juice found it’s way to Bobby’s pole again and he was really letting her have it. I was pulling her hard into us so his thrust would slam into her. Then he burried it deep in her ass and started to groan. I could feel his dick swell and start to pulse as he shot load after load into her ass. This was all I could take and I blew my spunk up her.
We walked back across the road and home. Mendy went right to bed and lay down. “don’t go to sleep yet” I said. “That was hot and my dick is still hard.” I grabbed her feet and pulled her down a bit. I crawled up her cum soaked body till my dick was pointed at her face, my knees had her arms pinned down. I grabbed 2 handfulls of hair and brought her face toward my dick. Her beautiful mouth opened and she took my dick in. She pressed her tongue to my dick and I began to fuck her face. I let one of her arms up and she grabbed the shaft of my dick hard. I remembered how Bobby made her squirt and my balls began to tingle. I picked up the pace and she matched it, no problem. I called her a dirty little dick sucker and blew my wad in her mouth. When I was done cumming, she tried to pull away. I held my grip tight, said “swallow it bitch, you swallow those other guys cum.” She let it spill out around my dick. I released my grip and she pushed my cum out of her mouth, it ran down her chin all over her tits. I was pretty proud of myself, that was a big load. Then Mendy said “when you grow a 10 inch dick, I’ll swallow your cum too.” She got in the shower and I fell asleep.
I woke up a short time later, Mendy was gone. I knew she was back at the party. I went over and looked in a window. Mendy was bent over at the waist, a guy drilling her from behind while holding her by her arms. Bobby had a hold of her head and fucking her mouth. I pulled my dick out and jacked off while watching. I blew a wad all over the porch, went home and to bed. Mendy finally came home about the time the sun came up, crawled in bed and slept all day.
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Dominatus orders a pizza and Megan gets raped
Baltoh begins his siege on Hell as the god of Cinereo.
She knows pleasure. She knows he can give it to her. She’ll do anything to make sure that he does.
High School Teacher has Cum Fetish
This story is the introductory volume of a new character. As always all sexual acts are between adults and no one it, is from real life. “stories, Guys… they’re all just stories.”
The party had been wild, you seventeen.
When it was busted you and three of your girlfriends ended up together, giggling drunk, sharing a cold cell. Finally they’d had to switch off the lights to shut you up.
You were rudely woken at dawn – cold, hungover and aching from the rough concrete floor – by the heavy cell door clanging open. The officer selected one of your two friends, sharing the relative comfort of the narrow bed head to toe, and took her away, locking the door behind him.
You were still groggy, sick in your stomach, when she was brought back threequarters of an hour later stark naked, tangle of skimpy party clothes clutched to her chest, sandals hanging from her fingers. Her cheeks were red and . She droped her clothes to the floor as the door slammed closed, covered her face and started to sob.
“My god! What did they do to you?” one of your friends asked, stupidly.
“What do you fucking think they did to me?” she yells “two dirty old fucking cops gave me ten strokes of the cane, that’s what they did to me – and you’re all getting the same, plus 20 hours community service”.
“But I’ll tell you what, the caning’s not the worste bit, the worst bit’s stripping in front of those smirking dirty old fuckers, being strapped down legs apart so they can get a good look between your legs and being made to walk back here through the station, in front of dozens of people, like this –
naked”. The tears have dried up with her sudden anger and she starts to dress, leaving her panties off.
As she finished dressing the door swung open again, and it was your turn. You were lead from the cell by two officers, one you guessed to be in his early thirties the other mid forties. They said nothing as they lead you to the superintendents cluttered office and handed him your rap sheet.
He gave it only a cursory glance, not bothering to acknowledge your presence, “same as the others?”, “yes Sir”, “OK” he signed the bottom of the form with a flourish and handed it back to the older officer – “the same for her; 10 strokes and 20 hours – take her downstairs”.
Before you could object you were led from his office, a firm grip on your forearm. They pushed you in front of them down the corridor, through the station. You could feel them looking you up and down appreciatively, finally the younger sniggered “you know what … I think I’m going to enjoy this one even more than her friend – don’t you just love these naughty little tenagers and their little strip shows?” to you know, “can’t wait to see your little tits and tight pussy girl”.
Your your cheeks flushed in embarrassed trepidation of the upcoming act of punishment and humiliation.
Finally they lead you down a clanking metal stairwell to the basement where a woman officer stood waiting in front of another heavy iron cell door.
Inside thie cell was even more depressing than the one you shared with your girlfriends, just a few square metres of windowless dirty whitewashed concrete, a single low watt bulb hanging, hot, on a length of cable, from the ceiling and a cheap steel legged formica table bolted to the floor square in the middle of the floor. Four pairs of handcuffs hung, two from corners of the tabletop and two around oposing legs, ready to restrain you.
The female officer locked the cell door and stood, barring the exit, arms crossed, indifferent and bored. She’d been witness dozens of times before and doesn’t care – she’s a token legal requirement when a female offender is to be naked with male officers.
Turning to face you, both grinning, the older of the officers pointed at your chest; “it’s time – strip”.
When you didn’t move he started again, more slowly “take off your clothes, your jewellery; absolutely everything and leave it on the floor. Offenders are to be completely naked when they receive punishment”.
With no choice, and not wanting to subject yourself to an assisted strip you started to undress. It didn’t take long, your thin party clothes little impedemant to imminent nudity, your sandals, tee-shirt, then shorts joined one another in an untidy pile on the floor between you and the police officers. Then, with your cheeks flushed hot, your skimpy black bra and panties topped the pile and you were naked.
“Jewellery” the younger officer reminds you – and your earrings, necklace and watch fell in turn on top of your bunched up panties.
They made short work of strapping you down. Bending you roughly to double up over the tables edge and clamping your wrists out in front of you at opposing corners of the table. Then crouched at your feet to enjoy your utter humiliation as they slowly pulled your legs wide and cuffed your ankles to the table legs.
“Cute pussy”. You didn’t know which of them whispered it to you as they stood again.
The ten strokes were applied quickly and mercilessly. You writhed in agony with each seering stroke and tried in vain to hold back the tears and screams. By the fourth stroke you were no longer able to and began to struggle ineffectually against your bonds, trying somehow to escape the next blow, howling your agony into the soundproofed room. Tears ran over your hot cheeks and fell to the tabletop in front of you.
It was over as quickly as it started, you don’t remember being released or having your bundle of clothes thrust into your hands. You do remember the humiliation of the long walk through the station back to the cell and your girlfriends, policemen those being interviewed looking up from their desks to smirk at the naked young woman as she’s lead between them.
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This time, in your mid thirties, you’ve been stopped at a checkpoint returning from a late night at the office. The tax disk on your steady boyfriends car is a month out of date – 40 strokes and 40 days in jail, a well publicised punishment and the end of your career amongst other things.
They’ve left you alone in the squad car whilst they try their luck picking up other offenders to make the trip back to the station worthwhile. You look down at yourself, dreassed in your best office clothes; a short sleeved ivory satin blouse, charcoal grey knee-length pencil skirt, slit up the back, dark pantyhose slicking your long legs and shiny patent heels. Underneath your boyfriends favourite underwear is hidden, skimpy and black.
You realise there’s not a lot you won’t do, or risk to avoid this punishment – quite aside from the remembered pain and humiliation of the beating, now four times as many strokes, there’s the fact that 40 days in jail will loose you your job, your apartment and quite possibly your boyfriend.
After a lonely hour the police officers return to the car with two more offenders, young men. They let one in each side of the car so that you’re sandwiched between them straddling the central column. They’re damp from standing in the insistent drizzle whilst the police took their particulars, neither looks happy or utters a word.
The two officers, a man and a woman, remove their regulation waterproofs and get into the front seats, the man on the drivers side. The car starts and pulls away from the curb slowly.
Five minutes into the journey you realise the officers are dawdling, taking a very long back street route to the station. There might be a chance; you lean forward to the perforated Perspex that separates passengers from drivers, clear your throat, “officers, is there some way we can make this problem go away?”
“Are you offering a bribe to an officer of the law?”. The response appears to preclude any leeway.
The car rolls on through the night. After a few more minutes of silence, still no nearer the station, the woman in the passenger seat turns, opens a small hatch into the rear of the squad car and dangles the keys to your handcuffs between thumb and forefinger; “take your clothes off”.
You have to twist awkwardly in the confined space to turn your back to her and take the proffered keys. You close your eyes head down, your hair hanging over your face, as you fumble to insert the key in the cuffs and turn it. One of the hoops slides open with a sequence of clicks, and you’re free. You rub the circulation back into your wrists after you hand the cuffs and key back through the little hatch, and it is closed.
Knowing they will quickly loose interest if you hesitate you draw forward on the seat and start to undress. You unbutton your satin blouse in the, knowing their eyes will be aclimatised to the gloom by now, and shuck if off your shoulders and down your arms, revealing your pert breasts cupped in your thin black bra. Glancing up you catch the drivers eyes in the rear view mirror and feel the hot expectant gaze of the other passengers. You drop your blouse into the lap of the boy on your right, you don’t want it to get ruined in the footwell.
You edge your buttocks further forward in the seat, until your pantyhose’d knees rest against the Perspex divider between passenger and driver cabins, your elbows underneath you pushed against the other passengers, arching your back to raise your bum from the seat, inadvertently pointing your breasts at the ceiling, you work your skirt around your waist to bring button and zip to the front. As you do you meet the quizzical gaze of one of the boys sitting next to you. He gives you a quick shy smile and nods, suggesting you continue.
You slide back to a sitting position to undo your skirt, put one hand on the seat behind you again to raise your bum so that you can use the other hand to shuck the skirt over your bottom and panties and down to your knees. Sliding back in the seat you bend double to undo the ankle straps of your patent black heals, discard them in the footwell and strip your skirt off, folding it quickly and dropping it on top of your blouse in your neighbors lap, catching his gaze as you do so, he winks.
As you edge the first of your pantyhose down your thigh two handed the squad car rolls through the derelict gates of a dark foboding disused factory on the industrial outskirts of town. Slowly, tires crunching on gravel, making it’s way deeper into the compound as you toss the first bunched up pantyhose into the footwell and start on the second. By the time you’ve removed the second the drivers found a dark secluded corner, an overhanging tree hiding you from the moonlight now that the rain has ceased and night sky cleared, pulled to a stop and killed the lights. The driver turns, with a grin, to join the others watching you strip, you meet his gaze and he smiles and nods for you to continue.
You arch your back forward and reach both hands to the small of your back and the fiddly clasp of your bra, biting your lip as you work it open. The female officer, without looking away from you, reaches to the ceiling, feels around until she finds what she wants and, just as you are pulling your bra off your tits and painfully erect nipples, presses a switch and the central of three small reading lights flicks on over your head, illuminating your sordid little strip show. You can no longer see the officers in the drivers compartment, reflections in the dividing Perspex hiding them from you, but you know they’re still watching intently.
You cup your breasts in your hands and role your nipples between finger and thumb, eyes closed, seeing the reading light red through your upturned eyelids. But the male officer is impatient for the show to go on; “no need to mess about – get your panties off” after a brief pause he adds “slut”, just to make you feel good about what you’re doing.
Knowing what’s required of their “slut” you slide down until your back is flat on the seat, your head bent forward umcomfortably, your bottom hanging out over the footwell and plant your bare feet on the cold Perspex divider, your knees wide and legs doubled back, your half translucent panties pulled taught. Your breasts hang flat against your chest, your still erect nipples pointing slightly outwards. Your neighbors lean in over you and you can see the silloutes of the officers peering at you illuminated from behind by moonlight through the windscreen.
You slip your panties over your buttocks, until the elastic taught around the top of your thighs, their translucent crotch taught between your legs a centimeter above your pussy, hiding it, then you pull the dark triangle of material up to your belly and hold it there for a few seconds, letting them take a good long look at the pink sensitive frills of your pussy and neat little triangle of carefully cropped pubic hair, spreading your knees wider until the muscles of your inner thighs stand rigid, splaying yourself for their viewing pleasure.
Quickly you put your knees together, slide your panties over them and, leaving them hanging from one ankle spread yourself again, stark naked.
The woman instructs you from the dark of the drivers cabin; “play with yourself, get your pussy wet, spread it for them”. You comply, putting two fingers in your mouth, taking them out glistening with saliva and running them down your cleavage, and belly until they’re stroking, caressing and moistening yourself. As you feel yourself release slick fluids you push your fingers deeper and then part them in a victory sign, spreading yourself, exposing your pink insides, tight vagina and your engorged clitoris dangling in the middle. With the other hand you play with your clitoris with increasing urgency, until you’re ready, and plunge two fingers to the hilt deep inside your silky wet hole to frig yourself roughly.
The little hatch flips open between your legs, the blunt black end of the female officers night stick is offered to you; “get it inside you” she instructs, voice hoarse. Retracting your fingers, soden with lubricating fluids you grasp the end of the shaft with one hand, spreading yourself even wider with the other, and slowly run its hard blunt end up and down between your lips to lubricate it. It’s thick and unforgiving, too wide for you to get in easily, it takes both hands to spread yourself wide enough to get the tip through the tight ring of vaginal muscle, you arch backwards and a loud moan escapes you involuntarily as the baton is roughly twisted and thrust up you from the other side of the hatch. She forces three inches of it inside you before beginning to languorously fuck you with it, twisting it slowly in and out. The men are enjoying watching you squirm, abandoned in this rough perversion, your hot breath has steamed up the side windows and the beads of sweat pool on your flushed chest and a trickle down between your breasts.
Finally she withdraws the baton, the hatch closes and you collapse back into the seat panting for breath, mopping the sweat from your brow, allowed to relax for a few seconds.
“Now, I’ve waited long enough”, it’s the female officer. “Get these boys out of their pants, I want to see their cocks – you can leave them cuffed”.
Complying, you turn to the boy on your left, look him in the eye, grin and wink, and brush your folded blouse and skirt from his lap. Daintily you pluck his belt, button and fly apart, fold his jeans open, to where his erect penis is pushing against his boxer shorts trying to escape. Briefly you push the thin cotton apart revealing his head to you alone as your body is twisted in front of him hiding him from the wpc. Then you put your arms around his waste, grip his jeans at the back, and with him raising his buttocks slightly, yank his trousers and briefs roughly down to his thighs, watching amused as his cock springs to rigid attention, freed from the constraining material. A few more shoves and you manage to get his trousers and pants around his ankles.
Sitting back, you hook his nearest knee over your leg, put your lips to his ear and whisper, loudly enough for everyone to hear, “spread, bitch!”.
He obliges, sliding forward on the now sweat slippery seat, jacking his knees further apart, his engorged helmet bouncing against his taught belly. You cup one hand gently around his balls, thumb and forefinger wrapped around the base of his shaft, you jerk him gently, pointing him at where you know the woman to be sitting unseen – “what do you want me to make this bitch do?” you ask. “play rough with him”, comes the answer.
He’s helpless, hands still cuffed behind his back, as you pull, squeeze, roll, slap, lick and nip playfully at his cock and balls, making sure the womans view is unobstructed, you ask him repeatedly, with a playful grin, “do you like it bitch? you want it harder bitch?” when his cock is slick with sweat you bend over it an take it into your mouth, lapping up the salty savoriness of it, pushing it down deep, unable to breath, until you can take no more in and pull back, gagging.
You turn to the other boy, “ready to show her your cock?” you ask and, without waiting for an answer, yank his trouser open and down around his knees. You get on all fours across the back seat, your legs in the other guys lap, your buttocks in his face as you take the next guy straight into your mouth, bobbing up and down over his cock enthusiastically whilst trying to get into a position where the other man can use his tongue on you, eventually wrapping one leg around the back of his neck and forcing your wet pussy into his face, not caring about his tongue, mastabating yourself on his face, nose and chin.
When you stop and turn and kiss him hard you can taste your sweet secretions all over him. You sit back between them, relaxing a second, a hand on each ramrod cock, teasing slowly as you draw breath.
“Play time’s over – time for you to fuck”, it’s the man, the command in his voice clear.
You swing your legs over one of the boys at random, helping him to shuffle into the middle of the seat, reach between your legs to spread yourself, the other hand on his chest, then lower yourself onto him, you’re so wet he slips in easily. You start to fuck, gyrating yor hips slowly, letting them watch as you slide onto and off him, rubbing your tits in circles on his chest, licking his face.
After a minute the gruff mans voice comes from behind the Perspex shield; “You” he’s talking to the unoccupied boy, “get your hands to the hatch so I can uncuff you”. In order to let him to the hatch you have to slide the boy you’re fucking down flat onto the seat and let him slide into the footwell awkwardly bending over the pair of you. You hear the cuffs slide undone.
“Now, get on top of her”
You stop undulating on the boy beneath you and wait as the next one climbs on top, slips one arm around your neck so that he can hold you down, grips his cock in the other hand and lays it carefully along the sweaty crease of your buttocks. Quickly he raises himself to make room and runs the head of his rock hard member between your buttocks until you can feel it pushing against your puckered arsehole. You try to relax. He pushes harder into you, at the same time pushing you down by the neck, risking the other boy sliding out, you gasp and arch backwards until your sweaty cheek is resting against his as he penetrates your tight sphincter and slowly twists himself into you inch by inch. Once he’s in up to his hilt you both relax a second, you feeling impaled, the two fat cocks stuffing you, only an inch apart inside you.
You are helpless to contribute as they both start to thrust and withdraw, squirming above and below, sandwiching you between them, you close your eyes, bite your lip and moan without control as they simultaneously fuck and sodomise you, sometimes in rhythm, sometimes juxtoposition.
You take it for as long as you can, finally in drooling delirium climb up the boy beneath you to escape and evacuate them, gasping for breath in the sweaty humid confines of the passenger cabin.
You take control again, shove the boys to either side of the cabin and get up onto the seat on elbows and knees, give them your mouth and pussy, let one fuck you whilst you service the other with your mouth, hard and urgently.
You turn around to share your favours fairly.
Finally you feel both of them reaching the point of no return, pull off them and slide into the footwell, head back mouth open, breasts ready for the photo finish you know the watchers want. Grasping both boys around balls and hilt you draw them in over you, let them masturbate themselves urgently, occasionally drawing one or the other of them to you and sucking his head quick and hard.
They cum almost simultaneously, twin hot jets squirting onto your cheeks, lips and into your open mouth, running down your face into your hair and down your neck and cleavage. They squeeze more out onto your tits and then shake the last drops so that they fall randomly all over you. You swallow the viscus salty cum that they ejaculayed into your throat and then take each rapidly deflating member into your mouth and suck it clean before falling back into the seat to clean yourself as best you can – licking around your mouth, rubbing the cum out of your eyelashes on the back of your hands and scraping as much of it as you can from your cheeks.
The boy on your left has already pulled his pants back on, the woman officer dangles the key for the others cuffs through the hatch so that you can free him and he can dress. You lie back naked as they do, strangely pleased with yourself, you never thought you had it in yourself to be that wantonly abandoned and it had been an extremely exciting and satisfying experience, you long ago lost count of how many times you’d orgasmed. You reach into the footwell and slip your blouse over your shoulders, leaving it undone and soaking up some of the rapidly cooling drops of cum, you collect your bra, panties, hose and skirt in your lap and wait.
“You two boys can fuck off now and walk back to your car, we have some unfinished business to see to with the chick”, the door locks click open And they get out without complaining about the two kilometre walk through the unlit streets back to their car. As they walk away you hear one of them say to the other “well that was an unexpected turn of events …” then they are gone into the night.
If you thought that was to be the end of things you’d have put your clothes back on, but you hadn’t. The woman turns to you; “we were only bringing those boys in for a record check anyway, they’d forgotten their ID’s”.
They both get out of the car, her for a cigarette, him to slide into the backseat next to you. She sits on the fender facing away smoking languorously, not wanting to see what her partner does with you.
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A college professor presents a performance art production of “I, Masochist” with a little technical help from W. Afterwards, the professor who referred the masochistic models to her asks her and W’s help in recording the six young women’s stories of how and why they are masochists. The eight chapters of this story each stand on their own, but make more sense if you have read the previous chapters. I am posting this entire series in the BDSM category. Although a couple of the chapters might not exactly fit the theme, all are concerned with the realities of masochism. These stories are loosely based on conversations I have had through the years with people who are attracted to or receive pleasure from pain, but none of the individuals depicted is based on any one person. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Chapter one of eight describes the “I, Masochist” performance and events leading up to it.