Authors: Powerone
She was lubricating nicely on his finger, her asshole feeling like it was trying to suck his finger deeper into the hot depths of her passage. The General pushed into her rectum, massaging the pulsating muscles as his finger continued to finger fuck her virgin pussy. He looked up at her, her eyes closed, her breasts heaving up and down, her breathing erratic. She was going to cum.
It was almost as if she was there by herself and it was her fingers that were playing with her sex. She closed her eyes, letting her body indulge in the pleasure that was building between her legs. Even her nipples swelled from just the gentle breeze blowing on them. All of a sudden it came crashing down on her; her legs quaking as the orgasm raced to her brain. “EEEWWWWW,” she cried out in pleasure, the fingers moving faster, her clit slapped back and forth by a finger as she came again and again. She felt her juices running down her rubbery legs, the fingers inside her the only thing keeping her upright. The finger in her pussy slid out easily, but the one in her ass pulled on her anal ring as it popped out, the burning returning. She collapsed into a naked pile of flesh on the floor, curled up into a ball, shamed by her orgasm.
"You spend nicely, Mary.” The General opened the door, the guards entering, surprised to see Mary's naked body curled up on the floor, her hands clutched between her legs trying to get the small remaining flutters to stop. “She's going with me,” he stated as he walked out the door, his cock needing relief soon.
Jerry Lee walked into the room, Samuel and the girl not there yet. He inhaled the smell, his cock growing in his pants as the smell of sweat, cum, and blood assailed his nasal passage. He loved this room, not like the others. This one was desired for the few that liked to inflict pain upon the girls, a wide assortment of various wooden frames and furniture, all built sturdily to hold a naked black female spread and bound, awaiting the touch of a whip on her body. He looked at the wooden floors, dark stains from the previous occupants. He walked over to the large cross in the center of the room. Four sets of black iron chains hung from the corners, the short lengths of chain allowing only a limited amount of movement, thick iron bands dangling from the ends. They would chafe the tender skin of the girl in them, but that would be the least of her problems. Or pain.
Samuel brought Sarah into the room, the look of terror on her face when she came face to face with the wooden cross. She had seen others like it on the ship, the girls and bucks bound spread eagle on them, their bodies whipped, the blood running rivulets to the floor beneath them. “Please, Master,” she begged to Samuel. “I good girl."
Jerry Lee looked at her, the dress doing little to hide the naked body beneath it. “Take it off,” Jerry Lee's voice demanding of the black girl. He saw her hesitate, looking at Samuel as if only he could tell her to do it. He picked up the riding crop, slapping it hard against the wooden frame of the cross, the girl jumping in shock of the harsh noise. “NOW!"
Sarah ripped off some of the buttons on the dress, her fingers opening them in haste. Her arms slid out of the sleeves without hesitation, letting it fall to the floor. She stood trembling, her body covered in goose bumps, not from the cold but the fear that raced through her body. The man looked at her, his eyes traveling from her face to her toes, pausing at her waist. She saw the bulge in his pants as he eyed her naked body. She hated the way the white men looked at her with lust in their eyes. She was still a virgin, but she knew it wouldn't last long. As soon as she was sold, her new master would claim his prize, her innocence, and there was nothing she could do about it. She had seen what happened to blacks that displeased their masters.
Jerry Lee stared lustily at the naked black girl. Her jet-black skin shining in the bright light of the room. His eyes followed her rising and falling rib cage to the black mounds of her breasts, heaving as the scared girl breathed heavily. Her full breasts were capped with large black areolas, the size of silver dollars, each capped by a nipple that swelled erect from the breeze in the room. He loved large tits, perfect targets to be punished and nipples ripe for the bite of harsh clamps. His eyes went down to her slender waist, the flat plane of her stomach, her full hips to then stop at the thick black bush that did little to hide her treasures from his piercing eyes. Her thighs were clenched tightly, but he caught a glimpse of her tempting slit, her pussy lips full. “Turn around and stop."
She turned around; at least she wouldn't have to see his leering eyes intimately exploring her naked body. She stood facing the wooden cross, the terror of what he would do to her so close. She kept her thighs together, her cheeks clenched tight, the only sound in the room was her heavy breathing as she waited. She could feel his eyes burning as they stared at her naked ass.
She looked so sexy, her hair covering up half of her naked back, her hourglass figure, the full hips and her well rounded buttocks clenched tight to protect her most intimate hole. Jerry Lee looked at the delicious crack in her ass imaging the treasure that lay snuggled between her humid cheeks. He could make out tiny errant black hairs that peeked out between her tempting slit. He wanted to see more of her, but first she would be bound and spread.
"Help me, Samuel.” They both grabbed her, Sarah jumping at the unexpected way they pounced on her body. They hauled her over to the cross, backing her against it, Samuel holding one slim arm up into the air as Jerry Lee waited with the black iron band to ensnare her slender wrist. He grabbed her wrist in the iron band, snapping it shut, years of practice making it look so easy. She struggled when she felt the first band on her wrist, but Samuel released the pinned arm, able to use two hands to pin her other arm for Jerry Lee. He released her arm, as Jerry Lee secured the second wrist, stepping back to admire Jerry Lee's work.
She tugged on the iron bands that ringed her wrists, feeling the unyielding metal digging into her tender skin. The chains rattled noisily, but her arms couldn't move but an inch. She looked down, embarrassed to see her pendulous breasts dancing from her exaggerated shaking. She stopped struggling instantly, looking up at each corner of the cross, her arms spread wide and high, suddenly realizing that she was helpless, her naked body vulnerable.
Her proud titties heaved on her chest, the full nipples hardened by her struggle pointed high up, her chest arched by the acute angle of the cross which thrust out the breasts of the unwilling occupant. Such tempting targets for the whip. “Grab a leg, I'll get the other.” Jerry Lee was getting impatient, wanting her bound and at his mercy. His cock throbbed in his pants as he yanked one leg harshly to the side, a cry from her lips as Samuel was also successful in yanking her other leg until they spread her like a Thanksgiving turkey.
She was sweating profusely as they spread her legs, feeling her pussy lips pull back from the obscene spread. She gasped in pain as it felt like they were splitting her up the middle, but it did little to slow them down until they completed their terrible task. Her thighs ached as her legs were spread wider then they should have been, her body lowering on the cross, the iron bands digging tighter into the flesh of her wrists. She felt the cold iron wrapped around her ankles, the bands too tight as they snapped shut with such finality. She had to balance on her toes, her legs pulled too far to the side, her body stretched obscenely into a large “X". She felt the rough-hewn wood sliding along her naked ass, yelping as a splinter went into one cheek. She tried to settle back onto the hard wood, finding it pushing her loins out as if Sarah was offering up her sex to the whites in front of her.
Jerry Lee pulled his cock out, stroking it unashamedly as he gazed at the juncture of her spread thighs. Her black thighs glistened in the light, the muscles taut as they tried unsuccessfully to close her legs. Her bush did little to hide the pink insides of her pussy, her dark, black lips pulled harshly to the side by the cruel spread of her legs. He could even make out her clit, the organ swollen, revealed to his eyes. He didn't know if it was the terror or arousal, but her pussy lips were wet, shimmrtinh in the light of the room.
Jerry Lee moved close to her, his hand touching the naked skin of her hip, her body jerking from the unexpected touch. Her skin was so silky, his hands sliding up her sides, her stomach pulling in from the light touch. His hands moved up to cup her large tits, his hands underneath them, hefting up the cantaloupes, making them bounce. “I love big tits. Such lovely targets.” His fingers reached out and grasped her nipples, two fingers on each erect bud, twisting them as her lips clenched tightly in pain. He pulled them while watching her face as she bit her lip, her cries silenced by her own mouth. He would make her scream today. That is what made his cock so hard.
He was abusing her breasts, but all she could do was bite her lips afraid of crying out. His fingers felt like metal tongs on her nipples, twisting them as the pain shot through her breasts to race to her brain. She was breathing heavily when he released them, making her breasts dance on her chest as his fingers snaked down her belly, Sarah drawing in the muscles of her stomach as his fingers trailed down through her bush. “Eeeeyyy,” she cried out as he plucked a few strands of hair from her bush, the sharp pain making her eyes water. She fought with every muscle in her body as his finger ran down between her slit, his calloused fingers running intimately up and down the inside folds of her lips. She hated that her body was getting wet, Master's eyes staring into her eyes, knowing that his fingers were arousing her.
Jerry Lee’ fingers grew damp from her arousal, pinching her lips between his fingers, sliding up and down the inside flesh until she began to cream for him. “She gets wet easily. We'll see if we can make her spend for us.” His finger tickled at her clit, her legs jerking as she tried to close them, but the metal bands unyielding, not allowing her to protect her treasures.
She knew it was coming, but she still wasn't prepared when his fingers pinched her clit. Her body jerked back and forth, but his fingers followed her every movement, her clit trapped beneath his powerful fingers. It felt like it was in a vise. “EEEEEHHH!” A fat finger was suddenly thrust up between her thighs, finding her tight hole and piercing it before she realized what was going on. It plunged inside her, twisting and turning until it banged hard against her innocence, Sarah's body jerked as high up into the air as her bonds allowed as she tried to stop the cruel impalement.
He felt her muscles clamp onto his invading finger, clenching as it tried to force him out. He twisted inside her hot, moist hole, Sarah groaning as he stared at her, a smirk on his face as he fingered her virgin hole. “I'm going to enjoy fucking my cock into that tight hole.” Jerry Lee pulled his fingers from her pussy, and then rubbed his naked cock up and down her slit, feeling her body trembling, thinking he was going to rape her now. He had other things to do first, wanting to savor her rape.
"Samuel, why don't you masturbate her.” Jerry Lee picked up the riding crop, slapping the harsh black leather on the side of the table, Sarah's eyes suddenly focusing on the whip. Jerry Lee stepped back, the whip slicing through the air in front of her, the sharp whoosh blowing on her naked skin.
She braced herself, Master moving the whip back and forth in front of her. She didn't even see Samuel move behind her, shocked to feel fingers slipping between her legs from behind, soft and sensuously rubbing up and down her slit as she shivered in fear of the whip. What cruel men, one of them touching her, igniting a lust between her legs, while the other was ready to whip her body, igniting pain at the same time. Her body jerked when the fingers rubbed her clit, but she was soon brought back to reality as the pain laced in her brain. The crop had slashed across her stomach, Sarah looking down at her up-thrust body, a red mark already appearing where it hit, the pain hitting her brain next. “EEEEEEEHH,” she screamed out, a finger entering her virgin hole. Another lash, this time higher up, catching her on the soft underbelly of her breasts, a sharp whoosh from her lungs as the pain raced through her body.
"She tightens up nice under pain.” Her pussy gripped his finger so tight; he couldn't even pull it out as the whip slashed her skin. Samuel knew Jerry Lee liked a girl to ride his cock while his wife lashed the unfortunate girl's ass with a whip until her husband came inside the unlucky black.
The scream was almost inhuman, Jerry Lee taking careful aim with the riding crop, slashing it horizontally over her twin breasts, catching both of her erect nipples.
Pain shot to her brain like a knife was stabbed into her chest; the crop feeling like it was cutting off her nipples. She looked down; she was sure they were sliced to ribbons and bleeding profusely. She was surprised, no blood, but they were swollen, almost twice their size. And they throbbed so hard they hurt. “EEEEGGGG.” Another slice of the crop on her upper breasts, making them dance. Jerry Lee was caught up in thes dance, slicing her breasts vertically now, visiting each nipple with the end of the crop, her body racked in pain as her firm breasts bounced erotically.
Jerry Lee worked on her breasts for five minutes until her nipples stood out majestically, hard and swollen, easy targets for the crop. Samuel continued to masturbate her, his fingers wet with her juices, her thighs stained with her arousal. No matter how much she cried out in pain, her hips continued to undulate with the fingers that played her like a fine instrument. He couldn't tell if she was panting in pain or pleasure.
She hated her body for betraying herself, Samuel's finger relentless as it speared her pussy, sliding up and down her slit as she got wetter and wetter in spite of the pain. Her pussy gripped his finger possessively, her virgin muscles gripping it each time the crop inflicted pain on her naked body. The crop slid lower, down over her stomach, afraid of where it would go next. Her only hope was that Master wouldn't dare slice Samuel's fingers that plucked at her sex.