Three (maybe four) soldiers seemed to be assigned to film the next hours. Each of them had a camera in his hand, two of them were normal small handheld cameras, but a third one (apparently the director and head of recording) carried a slightly larger camera on his shoulder with a directional microphone. They talked to each other briefly and started to let the equipment run.
Then the lord and mistress got off their horses, which were immediately led away by two more soldiers. My master took off his gloves, took the coiled rope, came to me and ordered me to kneel down with my legs spread. Then he touched my face. Rather tenderly than punishing.
“You will now experience hell,” he whispered. “For the next days and weeks no one will fuck you, you won’t get a single cock, but when we’re done with you, you’ll be begging for cocks. And you’ll know you’re way below any of my niggas.”
I looked down. I knew that I deserved everything that was coming to me.
“Look at me!”
I looked up to my master.
“The men have orders to make you scream until you are not hoarse, but until your vocal cords are torn. This may take all day. Maybe longer. Because you know what?”
I shook my head.
“We’re gonna dry you out for the next few months. You won’t be able to touch your cunt, but neither will anyone else. You’ll only experience pain and dirt. If you still had a voice, you’d scream incessantly. But nobody wants to hear that, right?”
I shook my head. “No, Lord, nobody wants to hear that.”
“Open your mouth. I will now give you a little something that will prolong your agony for all of us for fun.”
He put a white capsule on my tongue and I swallowed it.
“Fortral. As long as it works, you’ll feel all the pain, but no fainting spell will relieve you. Thank me.”
“Thank you, Lord.
“You’ve memorized the Lord’s Prayer reversed?”
“Yes, sir.
With that he pulled me up by the rope, grabbed between my breasts, took the linen cloth and with a hard jerk tore my overhang in two, which slid to the ground, so that I stood naked in front of all the strangers. I trembled with excitement and fear. Restlessness set in among the men, while two soldiers positioned themselves to my right and left and pushed me to the ground. My open wet cunt was already dripping and all men could see it.
“Recite your prayer. Loud so that everyone can hear!”
And so I spoke less than I shouted:
“My lord and owner”
I hugged his legs, licked the shaft of his riding boots and kissed the cap of the boots for a long time. Then I stood up again:
“Hallowed be thy name.
My white body is your kingdom.
Yours will be done,
on my flesh and in my soul.
I ask for my daily humiliation,
and don’t forgive me my trespasses,
Because I don’t deserve it.
Please tempt me,
and let me taste the evil.
For thine is the kingdom
and the power
and the glory
forever.
Amen.”
No sooner had I said my prayer than a warm stream of urine poured over my head. Both men next to me had already got their tails out when I had spoken. Now one of them urinated first, then the other one urinated over me. The warm stinking broth poured over my head and I opened my mouth to get the liquid into my mouth as well. In the meantime the whispering had grown to a laughter and jeering. A cameraman was very close to my face to capture details.
My master turned to the prisoners: “You see, she is as white as you are. But you are prisoners. She here”, by this he meant me, tugging at the rope to which my hands were bound, “she here is even lower than you.“ He turned around and came close to my face. Then he punched me hard in my still wet face, so that I groaned. “What are you?”
“A whore!” I whispered.
“Louder!”
“A whore!” I cried.
My master let me lick his wet hand dry, then he spat in my face again before he gave me another two hard blows. I staggered.
“You’re not a whore. Whores are humans,” he shouted. “Our inmates, they are humans. What are you?”
“An animal. A sow,” I whispered.
“Louder!”
“I am an animal. A sow! A racist pig!” I yelled.
“That’s who you are!”
At a sign from my master one of the guards came with a full-grown German shepherd dog and let the animal sit in front of me. He was sharp and wore a muzzle.
“Show everyone what you do best!”
So I got down on all fours and approached the animal. The keeper stroked his dog and spoke well to him. After a jerk on the leash, the shepherd dog rose and turned slowly and very leisurely to his master, who kneeled down in front of him and took his head. A soldier, it was one of the two who had pissed on me, reached into the animal’s bushy tail, lifted it,mand exposed his asshole. It was now pointing in the direction of the white prisoners and I knew what I had to do, because one of the cameras was also pointed frontally at the dog’s backside and tried to catch the dirty asshole as close as possible.
I crawled sideways to the animal so that my body and head did not cover the dog’s backside. My master certainly wished that not only the cameraman, but everybody could see what I was doing. So I knelt beside the dog and licked very slowly from his side hairs to the dirty back entrance. Thereby I made sure that I took the dirty and stinky long hair of the shepherd dog carefully into my mouth and sucked it long. Over and over again. Then I licked with the tip of my tongue around the hole and finally I took the whole tongue lobe and drove over the now pulsating asshole of the dog from bottom to top. Over and over again. Slowly and extensively until the irritation of my tongue started to open the hole. I burped at the disgusting stench, spat the stomach acid on the floor and then penetrated with my tongue deep into the dog’s intestines.
I don’t know how long I licked. Maybe five minutes, maybe it was ten. I put my lips over the asshole, licked and sucked everything with my tongue, penetrated deeper into the dog, cleaned the inside walls of his intestine with my mouth and was finally dirty from the excrements I pulled out. Of course I showed the result to the camera that was running along. Also my nose was not allowed to be left out during my service, so that as soon as the soft hole started pulsating again, I pushed my whole face against the backside and pushed my nose into the asshole. Thereby I puked out the gastric acid without pulling my nose back. The dog slowly got nervous and started to turn, so that the handler gave the stop sign.
I was still kneeling in front of the rear of the animal when my master tugged at the rope and pulled me on all fours to the prisoners. Only now did I see that the white prisoners not only wore hand and foot cuffs, but were also chained together with long iron chains. Through their thin striped prisoners’ trousers I could make out the bulges of their stiff cocks, some even had damp spots in their crotches.
“Get up.”
To the prisoners: “The sow now stinks of dog shit so that I can smell it up to here. Who among you wants to lick it clean anyway and get his dick cleaned by her?”
Immediately almost all the men spoke up, and my master’s choice was a skinny youth who still had pimples on his face. I approached him and let him kiss me and suck me off. The young man didn’t seem to care about my taste, his tongue became more and more demanding in my mouth, and I felt his dick rise up. After a tug on the rope I got down on my knees and pulled the young man’s trousers down to his feet. His cock was uncircumcised, medium in size and it seemed to have come already in his trousers. When I pushed the foreskin backwards the glans was slimed and the taste of stale sperm was only slightly better than the taste of dog. I sucked and after only a few minutes the boy moaned and shot a fat load of sperm into my mouth. I licked him thoroughly clean and swallowed everything.
Now the commander gave the order that the soldiers could move, and immediately the men breathed a sigh of relief, jeered and cheered. The prisoners were led into their barracks with the help of the dogs and cracking whips, while the soldiers gathered around the heavy wooden scaffolding to which I was led. The men, whose black upper bodies had begun to sweat from the heat, shouted and smoked, while two soldiers, in front of cameras that were still running, forced my wrists into heavy steel bands and fastened them to the wooden scaffolding with snap hooks, stretched out far to the right and left. Then the two subordinates of the commander took my udders. Two broomstick-thick pieces of wood, each with three short nails in the middle, were screwed together above and below the base of my chest, not too tightly, but in such a way that the flesh below my breasts was strongly compressed and the nails pressed into the flesh.
My feet stood on a thick wooden platform that completely covered the bottom of the scaffolding. After my wrists, my ankles were also wrapped in heavy metal cuffs. Then the two soldiers grabbed my right foot, pulled an iron chain through the ring and pulled the chain through a ring on the upper beam of the scaffolding until my foot was raised to knee level. I had to shift my weight and balance my body on my left leg, so that my soaking wet cunt lay open and encouraged the men to laugh and make obscene remarks. One of the cameramen seemed to be unable to get enough of the juices out of my hole and occupied himself with my excitement for quite a long time. While I stood there a big bonfire was lit in the middle of the square and the soldiers could start the relaxed part of the evening. At least I thought so. But far from it.
The commander ordered the two soldiers, who apparently had the task of preparing me, to now pull my udders together. So two cameramen stood directly in front of me (one was only recording my face) and two other soldiers screwed the two round sticks underneath my chest closer together. First the nails bored themselves into my soft flesh, which made me moan deeply. Then they continued to screw several more turns until my flesh began to burst, blood started to leak sideways and my fat udders stood off like inflated balloons. But even that was not enough for the commander. Around each of my breasts, which were tied to burst, a steel cuff was placed in the middle and also screwed tight until the flesh in front of and behind it began to tear. Two more rotations of the screws, and I thought I could not stand the pain any longer and wailed. But of course that did not help.
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