Part 3
Sandy tried to pull herself together. She had been shaved and her hair partly
cut. She had been raped by at least 6 men, not counting Master. She was still
caked with cum and hung over from the booze and drugs. She dragged her self
into the shower and began to shower. She rubbed and rubbed as if she could wash
away last night. It was just as she had fantasized, but it was not supposed to
come true. The bruises on her tits and thighs hurt whenever she touched them.
She scrubbed and scrubbed to get the dried cum off her ass, thighs, and belly
button. She must have soaped the remains of her hair a dozen times. Finally she
got out and began to dry off, rubbing gingerly over the bruises. She dried her
hair. She got out her scissors and tried to make her new hairdo look
intentional, evening off the ends, taking a little more off the back to give a
layered appearance. She put on a little make up, covering up a little of the
bruises around her face. Finally she pulled on a sweat suit and slowly hobbled
downstairs.
Sandy started the coffee, and then looked at the clock. It was 4 in the
afternoon. In just four hours Master would be back. She began to panic. In
the back of her mind another question suddenly came to her. How would she
explain her bald pussy and shorn locks to her husband? She went to get her cell
phone from her pocket book which she realized, Master still had her wallet. She
had no credit card, money, or driver's license. She tried to clear her mind.
She looked in the mirror and focused on the collar. It was a digital lock with
three characters. She started playing with numbers to see if she could figure
out the combination, but after about 10 minutes gave up. She suddenly realized
that she had not eaten anything (except cum) for nearly a day. She fixed some
oatmeal and ate it. She started to reach for a banana, but the similarity to a
cock stopped her. She had a glass of milk, but all she could think of was
drinking a glass of cum. Then she felt the urge to use the bathroom. Both
peeing and pooping turned out to be very painful. The toilet paper had little
streaks of red blood where scratches from the night before were opened. She got
up walking like a penguin and downed several pain killers. It was now nearly 5.
She tried to eat a little more, and then fixed herself a stiff drink. The
alcohol and pain killers began to take effect. She began to feel like she might
live. She tried to watch a little news, but every time there was a story about
a black man she was looking for Master. By seven she was as nervous as a
teenager on her first date. She added more makeup and red lipstick. She put
make up on some of her body bruises to cover the black and blue. By 8 she was
sitting naked in her living room waiting.
It was 8:15, then 8:30. Still he was not there. Suddenly the phone rang. It
was him. "There is a video on top of the TV. Play it, bitch." That was all,
he hung up. She found it and put it in. Suddenly, there she was dancing on
stage, gyrating in front of all those drunken black men. Now her blouse was
undone and her tits were flopping around, now two men were fondling her.
Despite herself her pussy began to get wet, and her nipples get hard. How she
was on her back on the table. You could not see that her hands were tied. One
man was pumping his cock into her mouth. Soon he exploded and the cum went all
over her. Now another was fucking her pussy. He pulled out and the jism shot
all over her. It went on for nearly an hour with various scenes, mostly in
order as she remembered them, but all edited together to show her as a total
slut.
She was shaking by the time it was over, and nearly at the point of another
orgasm, when without even knocking He walked in. "Kneel, bitch," he ordered she
did. He took out his cock and fed it to her. She slurped on it hungrily like a
dog on her favorite bone. Too soon, however, he pushed her away, zipped his
pants back up with that huge bulge showing, snapped the leash on her collar and
led her out the door.
She was naked being led up her driveway by her new black Master. At the top of
the driveway was a big white Cadillac. He put her in the back seat and slid in
next to her. The driver had apparently been waiting for him. Master gave him a
direction, and he started the car. Master poured Sandy a drink from the bar in
the back of the car. She dutifully began to drink it. It was strong, but by
now she knew there was also some form of drug in it. She began to feel tingly
again. Her pussy began to flow freely, and the aches and pains seemed to go
away.
Master produced some form of vibrator. It was round with some knobs sticking
out. Where it would come in contact with a woman's clit was another part which
stuck out. Suddenly she noticed that it was black and the clit portion shaped
like a black panther. Master rubbed lubricant on the shaft and slowly began to
work it into Sandy's pussy. It was nearly the size of his cock and stretched
her sore and bruised pussy. When it was in he hit a switch. The shaft began to
rotate! The knobs began to move in and out! Her pussy began to slow like a
faucet. Sandy began to moan almost immediately. Every rotation the knobs hit
her G-spot. As Master moved it in and out the knobs moved over every inch of
her pussy. How he hit another button and it began to rotate in the opposite
direction. Now back and forth, pulling her sensitized pussy back and forth.
She began to moan loudly.
Master produced a leather strap with a short penis shape on it. He shoved this
into Sandy's mouth, buckling the strap behind her head, silencing her cries.
Without warning Master hit another button and the vibrating panther came to
life, right on top of her clit! The response was immediate. Within a minute
she came the first time, within 10 minutes at least 5 orgasms had rippled
through her body.
The Cadillac pulled up outside the same store where Sandy had bought the collar
the night before. The driver came around and helped Sandy out. The gag had
been removed, but she could hardly walk after her intense experience. Master
led her into the store. There were about 8 men standing around. Each looked
over the naked woman carefully as she was led in. Master led her to a bathroom
in the back and told her to clean up. She did as best she could. Then Master
led her to another room. It was stark except for a TV monitor built into one
wall and a bench. On the other wall was a tall mirror, running from about 3'
off the floor to nearly the ceiling. Below it was a hole in the wall several
inches across.
Master flipped a switch and the dark room was bathed with two floodlights. He
ordered Sandy to kneel facing the mirrored wall. I tied her elbows together as
he had done last night, but this time with a softer red cord. Her elbows and
hands were again fastened securely. This time instead of a step stool he
brought out a short metal pipe with leather cuffs on the end. He fastened one
cuff to each ankle forcing her legs far apart. Now he worked her forward on her
knees until her mouth was right in front of the hole in the wall. He tied her
hands to a ring in the leg spreader so she was effectively immobilized. Two men
entered with still cameras and began to photograph her. She thought she could
here the whir of a video camera in the distance. Master mover her mouth right
up to the hole and suddenly a big black cock appeared through the hole. "Suck
it, bitch" Master ordered, "Suck it good."
Suddenly Sandy realized that the mirror was probably a one way mirror, and the
person whose cock she was sucking was directly above her looking down on her as
she sucked. She began to blush. Then she realized that with all the cameras
the whole world could be watching. Although she did not know it at the time, in
fact one of the cameras was a web cam and at that moment the image of her
sucking cock was being viewed for pay in over 2000 sites world wide!
Finally the first cock of the night jerked in her mouth. She tried to swallow
the cum, but the guy pulled out so the jism caught her in the face and chest,
running down her tits. He was no sooner done then a second appeared. This one
seemed smaller. It swelled almost immediately. To her horror she realized that
this person was not very old. In less then five minutes his black cum dribbled
from her chin and one gob stuck in her eyebrow. A third followed, and then a
forth. Somewhere in there was a white cock, the first one she had seen in two
days. It felt and tasted vaguely familiar, but at this point she was so far
gone she was almost mindless. She nearly lost count of all the cocks that
sprayed her with cum. She knew it was at least 10, maybe 12.
Finally Master took off the leg spreader and helped her to her feet. He untied
her hands and helped her up. She could barely stand. He led her out into a
lounge area, sat her next to a table and brought her a drink. Again it was
strong and probably had some form of stimulant in it because she began to feel
revived again. A man came up and started to video her. Another man began to
ask her questions, her name, her age, her sexual experience. They went on to
have her recount some of the things she had done in the last day or two.
When they were done, Master led Sandy by the leash into another room. This one
was bigger and in the middle was a gynecologist's examining table, complete with
wrist cuffs and stirrups. He made her sit in it and began to strap her in. It
leaned back so she was partially on her back. Her hands and arms were strapped
down. One strap went directly under her tits making them stick out over it.
Another went right above her tits, squeezing them between the two. Another went
over her belly just above her hips. More straps went around her thighs, and
then her ankles were strapped in. Bright lights were again on, and she was sure
this was being filmed.
A man with a large syringe approached her. He measured out an amount of a
slightly yellowish liquid. He poked at her arm to find a vein. When he did he
stuck the needle deeply into the vein and emptied the contents. The effect was
rapid. Suddenly Sandy felt as if every nerve in her body was at attention. It
started around her arm, spread to her chest, and down her body. Her pussy
became as if on fire. Her tits felt like they were on fire. She began to moan.
Suddenly two black women appeared wearing masks and an outfit made up of leather
straps. Each produced two thick rubber bands similar to those used in
castrating cows. They placed each over one of Sandy's tits. Immediately they
stuck out like melons. As the blood pooled they began to turn red. Each woman
now produced a thin cane. Without warning the first brought her cane down
sharply across Sandy's swollen tits. She exploded in a scream that could wake
the dead. The second followed with a similar struck, and the screams got even
louder. They took turns working their thin whips up and down Sandy's torso, on
and around her tits belly, and to just above her pelvis.
Now the two women turned their attention lower. They took thin leather whips
and begin to whip Sandy's splayed thighs, up and down until they were beet red.
Meanwhile Sandy was now screaming continuously and her drug-sensitized and
abused flesh sent incredible pain messages to her brain. In the middle of it,
however, her feelings started the change. Instead of pain her mind was
receiving pleasure messages. Instead of screaming she began to moan loudly. As
the pain turned to pleasure her pussy began to flow with juices, dripping out of
her gaping lips and dripping on the floor. The low animal noises began to come
again and she began to shake.
The two women grabbed short leather quirts and began to whip Sandy's pussy and
clit. She began to explode with screams and growls, and shaking seizures.
Again and again she stiffened and collapsed until finally with a great cry and
heaving she passed out.
Sandy came to in the back seat of Master's Cadillac. Master and his driver were
in front talking and laughing quietly. The driver was the first to note that
Sandy was awake. Master turned to her, "Good morning my little pain slut. Did
you enjoy yourself?" He laughed. Soon they pulled up in front of Sandy's
house. Master helped Sandy crawl out of the car and helped her down the
driveway, into the house and up to her bed.
He propped her face down over the end of the bed with her ass in the air. Again
he lubricated her ass, and massaged her extremely sore pussy. Finally as she
began to become aroused one more time, he began to fuck her ass. He took his
time, slowly frigging her pussy until she came as well, before empting his
entire load from that exciting evening into her bowels. He then placed her on
the bed and covered her up as his black seed seeped out of her anus soaking the
sheets and mattress of her matrimonial bed.