But the negress didn’t seem to hear me at all. As soon as I had calmed down, she struck again and hit my clitoris, which had been turned inside out and exposed. My voice failed with pain. “You have to wait a little”, she explained to Rita. “If the sows do not keep still, you do not hit properly. But hitting the right spot is most important!” Again she hit me, but this time two hard blows in a row, hitting my cunt left and right. I wished to die.
With her nine thin leather straps, the hard whip hit everything at my most vulnerable point of the body: the tender outer skin around the cunt, the clitoris, the labia and the sensitive inner flesh. I tried with all my strength to throw myself back and forth, to protect myself and to divert the pain from the cunt to a pain in the wrists and arms. But it was useless. I screamed like a pig, but the only thing that happened was the worst muscle cramp I’d ever had. Everything in my legs stiffened and struck the insides of my temples with force. A fingernail burst under the pressure with which I had pressed it into the pad, and my fingertip bled.
“Hold on, I’ll inject her with a muscle relaxant. Otherwise she’ll faint!”, the old man interrupted and pulled out a syringe which he put into my vein. While the pain wouldn’t go away, the two discussed something that I didn’t understand. Then the negress nodded, came to me in silence and whipped my cunt again. Again with full force and all her strength. And again it took a few milliseconds until the whistling of the leather, the popping of the skin, the jerking in my body and the arrival in my pain center had turned into a pain that drove me insane. I drooled and pissed myself while the negress continued to laugh.
My flesh was already sore and swollen, and with each blow more skin burst open, tore and bulged bloody. The Negress hit each time with full force, waited a few seconds until the first pain had died down, my whimpering and rebellion subsided, only to strike again with full force. I farted, relieved myself again and if I hadn’t had an enema before, I would have shat on the floor. I was completely beside myself and on the verge of fainting.
She literally beat my cunt to a mush, and every time I hoped the fainting would take hold of me, she waited just long enough for the next blow to be at the edge of the tolerable. The hard leather straps were soaked in blood by now. Diablo was swiveling around his owner and barked from time to time when my screams became too loud. I begged for mercy, I whimpered, I promised everything, really everything. But Daddy and the Negress just laughed.
“You don’t have to promise, sweetheart. You’ll do anything anyway. You’re free to do anything.”
The old man signaled the negress to pause for a moment and smacked my swollen bloody cunt.
“I like those white sows with big udders and a fat ass. We niggas love it big.” And he grabbed my breasts and kneaded them real hard. “You only let niggas fuck you, right?”
I drooled something in my pain delirium and immediately the old man hit me in the face. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!”
“Yes, only Negro dicks!” I drooled. “Only Negroes! Everyone should fuck me. But I beg you, please stop the whip!”
With that the old man made a movement as if he would pull an imaginary cloth aside from my cunt like a torrero, made room again for the negress, so that she could finish the whipping. And it was a pleasure for her. She still gave me more than twenty lashes and I babbled in my delirium what came into my head and which I hoped would calm them down. But there was no sign of mercy.
When the negress was finally finished and with disdain pressed the bloody nine-tails into my face so that I should clean it with my tongue, the old man let his dog touch my cunt. At first Diablo just licked the blood off, and even though it burned pathetically, it was a relief to me. But the blood gave him a taste for it and he tried again and again to bite into my pubic region until the old man chastised him and Diablo growled.
I was still hanging with my legs wide open in the upholstered armchair and was defencelessly at the mercy of the dog, the old man, the negress, Rita, the rappers and the camera. After the animal had licked my cunt clean, the negress came up with a long needle and some transparent plastic yarn in front of me and explained me full of malice in the voice that now my burst and obscenely swollen cunt would be sewn up. “So Diablo can just stab your asshole, you white dog fuck meat!”
I whimpered, begged, screamed, but the Negress had no mercy. She showed Rita the most sensitive point of my clitoris and explained that the clitoris was being tied. Then she poked the needle slowly and with extreme pleasure through my swollen, bleeding and torn first cunt flap, pulled the yarn through it with pleasure and very slowly and poked again through the opposite flap, which she had taken between her fingers with a brutal grip. The only thing I tried to do was to relax and bow to the pain inside, but it was of no use. Every stab was a blow to my brain, which shattered my nerves like glass.
With a total of a dozen stitches she closed my hole and finally made special fun out of pulling the needle one last time directly through my swollen clitoris. She used a lot of force, tore at the yarn, pulled with force to sew my cunt and its tender flesh of my pleasure center. Only when she was finished and satisfied with her work did she untie my legs again and I slumped whimpering and crying in the upholstered armchair.
“I like the tattoo on her head,” the old man let the Negress know as he grabbed me, turned around and pressed my belly onto the chair. “She makes a real good white Negro slave. The niggas will love every hole she offers!” Then he opened up my ass and he shoved his fat fuckin’ machine into me without any foreplay. I lacked the strength to scream and so I let a long lasting ass fuck go on without complaint, licked my brown intestinal juice off his cock, let him spurt his seed into my dirty mouth, swallowed, thanked him and got a smack right and left into myface. I prayed to God that the torture would finally end.
But I forgot about Diablo.
While I was still sobbing and waiting for the burning pain in my asshole to subside, the Negress clicked a dog leash into my collar and dragged me on all fours to the old man who sat in front of the dog and stroked him. He held the head of the animal turned towards him and pointed to his pulsating asshole, which was not covered by its short docked tail and which pointed to me. “Nose in, sniff, lick! Without hands! That’s what dogs do when they greet each other!”
I crawled behind the dog on all fours and pressed my nose into the stinking asshole. The wannabe rappers laughed. Right away, the gastric juices shot up into my throat and I choked and coughed. My tongue circled the short cock, the asshole and the testicles of the male dog. The asshole twitched and I pushed my tongue forward until my mouth was over the muscle and my tongue had entered the dog’s intestines.
“Very nice, very nice. Lick it really clean! You like that, you little white bastard!”
“Thanks, Daddy! I love Diablos asshole and his taste.”
I didn’t care anymore. I sucked, licked and sucked that stinking dog’s asshole like I sucked every other asshole. I took the docked tail in my mouth, pressed my nose from above into the dog’s asshole, pulled it out dirty again and put the dog excrement in my mouth with my fingers. Then I continued sucking the asshole. For minutes.
“Here, take this!” He held up a small white hard plastic stick shaped like a mini dildo. “Carefully stick this up his ass. Diablo likes it! But put it between your teeth and don’t use your hands.”
So I pushed the plastic mini penis into my mouth, held it with my teeth and continued my work on Diablo. With my lips pointed and my teeth clenched together, I carefully pressed the narrow tip against the dog’s rosette. The tender flesh opened and the dildo disappeared a little bit in the intestine of the animal.
“Push it in real slow and lick Diablo all over his dilated asshole!”
Slowly the dildo disappeared into the dog’s mouth and left a twitching asshole behind, which I immediately licked out with my mouth and cleaned. For minutes I inhaled the smell and licked the taste of dog excrement into me until I felt Diablo pushing the little dildo out of his asshole again.
“Open your mouth! Let it slide into your mouth!” barked the old man. And with a jerk, the plastic penis, which was now smeared greenish-brownish, popped out of Diablos ass. I grabbed it again with my teeth, but the stench was so beastly that I choked up and dropped the dildo on the floor. I threw up and also from the sofa I heard moans of disgust and rude comments.
I licked up my vomit, which was not much and rather resembled a small lake of slime.
“Put the fucking dildo between your lips and show it to our guests. Hurry up!”
At first I slipped my lips on the slimy dog shit the dildo had been dipped into and couldn’t manage to keep it in my mouth. It was only when I opened my mouth and could squeeze the stick between my teeth that I was able to lift my head and crawl to the bars. I looked into the wide, disgusted eyes of Rita and Jeff. One of the youths slapped his hands on his thighs with laughter.
“You see, Rita,” said the Negress, “you’ll get it if you cross Jeff again.” Now Rita was crying. “Use your hands and put that thing between your fingers. That’s it! You can smear dog shit all you want around your mouth and up your nose. How do you like that, pig?”
I still choked and stammered a thank you and that I deserved to be treated like this.
“Right. You did! Now lick that pretty piece right off. Like a lollipop. And make sure you do it slowly and with pleasure. Until it’s really clean!”
Again and again I was afflicted by vomiting cramps and burping attacks, but after a few minutes the dildo had taken on its original colour again.
“Unbelievable!” cried the smallest of the youngsters, “the sow really does everything!”
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