Sister M in the Sub Sahara
The naked woman was not the middle aged village harlot that the crowd of more than 200 black men arrayed around the raised unpainted wooden platform had expected to see suffering from a judicial punishment of 40 lashes. Instead they had witnessed the mature white skinned American “holy woman” receiving the agony and humiliation of the leather lash.
Many of the assembled men had been stroking their raised manhood hidden beneath their drab robes and several had even exposed their erect cocks and ejaculated onto the dirt beneath their feet at the sight of the still partially clothed, tall and shapely woman who had been so erotically writhing her body and emitting the most sonorous and sensuous screams as the long supple whip laid long scarlet lines across the glistening alabaster hued skin now hanging limp and silent by her outstretched arms from the rough hewn overhead beam in the heat and light of the Sub Sahara sun.
When first brought up onto the platform, held firmly by her arms between two half naked ebony skinned men the woman known simply as Sister M had been stripped of her robes, white linen wimple and black cotton veil to humiliate her and expose her body to the gaze of the men of the village. What remained were the white cotton bra supporting the small but still firm breasts and the beige panties covering her firm buttocks and sex.
Even in this state of semi nudity she possessed a curvaceous and muscle toned body of a woman decades younger than her years which was capable of arousing lust in most men of any age. It was this captivatingly attractive body and beautiful facial features that had stirred the lust in the chieftain and her refusal to share his bed for which she now was to be punished.
Taken to stand barefoot between two seven foot tall square upright timbers with a cross bar of similar dimension overhead Sister M realized the futility in resisting and allowed her wrists to be wrapped in coils of coarse hemp rope and then to have each of her lithe shapely arms to be lifted and stretched to either side of her torso and the rope ends pulled through rusty iron rings bolted firmly to the underside of the cross beam. The extension of her arms caused her breasts to lift and flatten and the nipples to press against the soft fabric of the bra. M solemnly looked down at the faces of the leering men seeking any sign of sympathy for her plight but saw nothing but ogling eyes and mouths uttering obscenities. Behind the sea of upturned faces she saw that the chieftain was present also to witness her punishment and humiliation. Ensconced on a throne like chair covered with a leopard skin the thin,wrinkled old man smiled benignly at her plight as his six wives, all bare chested knelt at either side.
Pushing a path through the densely packed throng of jostling bodies a tall, gigantic, seemingly obese bald headed black man, naked save for a rag of grey cloth covering his genitals made his way up onto the platform.
Sister M turned her head to one side and wide eyed with fear saw that the giant whose fleshy arms and protruding belly quivered had removed his covering and had exposed a long ,thick flaccid cock that swayed like a clock pendulum as he stalked onto the wooden planks.
The dry wooden boards of the platform creaked and groaned under the weight of the brute as he approached the hanging woman and Sister M felt and smelled his hot fetid breathe on her shoulder as his head hovered by her cheek and his massive left paw reached around her torso, gripped her breast and squeezed it tightly causing her to wince and moan at the sudden pain.
She turned her head away from the foul odor and closed her eyes but dared not protest as the hand slid lower over the diaphragm, the curve of her belly and then beneath the elastic hem of her panties to clutch the hair covered pubic mound and the soft lips of her labia.
“no……..noo……….please….not there!” M softly groaned as the middle finger of the hand probed past the folds of her sex slit and stroked the, as yet unaroused clitoris. Pressing her thighs together she tried to prevent the intrusion but with such a powerful man resistance was futile and his hand easily forced her legs apart while continuing to caress her most sensitive erogenous zone with the probing digit.
“OH GOD……...PLEASE……. NO” M involuntarily shouted out as she felt the first tremor of sexual arousal in her loins and as her citoris rose from it’s hood and oily fluid began to seep from the pores lining her sex passage. The man's groin and now rigid shaft pushed against the plush cheeks of her ass further arousing her and betraying her mind that demanded celibacy.
M began to open her thighs and her entire body trembled as the first tendrils of pleasure rose up from between her legs and she became almost delirious with expectation for the euphoria of the impending orgasm as the finger continued to caress her fully engorged worm like clitoris. M’s nipples hardened and pressed against the bra cup.
“please don’t stop…...please don’t stop…….” she exhorted to the unseen naked man whose warm body she felt pressing against her sweat coated back.
A dark stain appeared between her legs as her lubricating oil saturated the thin cloth of the beige panties which caused a commotion among the men in the crowd leering up from below who laughed and taunted the woman with obscenities.
The unseen hand gripping her vagina pulled the crotch of the panties to one side exposing the thick sagging labia, pink folds of her gaping slit and the wriggling worm like appendage of her aroused clitoris. With her sex now fully exposed a pink hue arose across the cheeks and shoulders of the pious nun blushed with shame as her most private parts were revealed for all to see.
With the pudgy black cock like finger caressing her throbbing clitoris Sister M’s legs began to tremble and as her knees folded the thighs spread wide and her head lolled back as she now begged for release “fuck me…...please..please fuck me…..I need your cock in me….please.”
The contrast between the slim but shapely white woman and the black skinned giant towering over her from behind made it seem as though she was but a doll being held by the gigantic ebony hands tightly gripping the flesh of her hips as he crouched down to allow his thick fully erect phallus to push upward into her the pink walled tunnel of her slit impaling her lithe body on his manhood as he effortlessly lifted her feet from the planks.
Like a cobra snake with its bulbous hooded head the thick and long black shaft slid slowly upwards and between the wide spread labia until only the saggy wrinkly skinned ball sac at its root remained exposed. Like a puppet on a string the naked woman was helplessly impaled on the monster cock that slide slowly out covered with slime and making a sucking sound that was heard far out into the crowd of cackling laughing men.
With each slow penetration and withdrawal of the lubricated shaft the flesh of M’s belly expanded and deflated revealing the depth that it had plumbed into her loins.
With her mind lost in a kaliedoscope of multi colored fireworks and now in a world of ecstacy that in all her many years she had not once ever before reached such a level of exquisite nirvana the once saint like Sister M shrieked the expletives associated with the lowest of whores as orgasm after orgasm swept through every cell of her being with an intensity that transcended any sense of shame or humiliation “YES…...YES….I”M CUMMMMING .FUCK ME…………….FUCK ME……….OOOH GOD…. FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK.”
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…….YES.’
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH ….”
M’s slender body was lifted and dropped onto the vertical ebony phallus with ever increasing rapidity and the orgasms continued to explode within her sending her deeper and deeper into a catatonic state of such euphoria she began to have visions from her past. Staring in wonder and excitement into the dimly lit bedroom of her parents and seeing her father naked with full erection whipping her naked mother across her back and ass as she lay across the mattress and hearing her cry out “more...please Sir...whip me more!” The high school senior Carl who took her virginity in the rear seat of his father’s Buick, Her first real love the middle aged Father Brian who taught the novitiate M the fine art of fellatio and cunnilingus and then with one final burst of rapture she entered a world of darkness and her body went slack and her head slumped forward as though in a deep sleep even as the thick steel hard shaft continued to pummel her limp unresponding body for many more minutes like a marionette on a string. She was not able to feel the gusher of warm sticky semen as it spurted from the phallus deep within her loins or feel his obese body shudder as he discharged his cum load and after a long pause slowly extract his semi rigid deflating cock from the sopping wet slit with a slurping sound as long strands of oily cum hung from the slime covered gaping pink walled cunt.
As the crowd dispersed to seek shade and refreshment the obese lumbering black giant had left the stage to clean his manhood and towel the sweat from his flabby body M was left to hang by her sinewy arms from between the unyielding wooden beams in the broiling mid day sun awaiting the 20 lash flagelllation of her semi naked body.
A bucket of water was brought on the platform by a bare chested teenage boy who had witnessed her fucking and wished to see a naked white woman up close. As instructed he tossed onto the limp woman’s front soaking the bra and panties while washing some of the sweat from her body and the dried cum from her thighs as well as reviving her to face the remainder of her punishment. Her panty crotch had remained pulled to one side so that water which soaked through the cloth onto the thatch of grey hair covering the pubic mound dripped onto the ravaged slit and labia soothing the throbbing pain of the sensitive flesh. A pottery mug of tepid water was placed on her lips by a bent old crone wearing a hijab sent by the chief and Sister M eagerly gulped the fluid down ravenously to assuage her thirst croaking out a whispered “thank you.” from her parched throat.
Sister M stumbled back up onto her feet and to relieve the strain on her arms whose muscles had supported her limp body and her shapely lithe body still shivered from the multiple orgasms even as the crowd of men returned to jostle and shove for positions at the edge of the sun baked wooden platform and beyond.
Once again she heard the creaking of the wooden floor boards, saw the shadow of the black gian reflected from the boards as he stood behind her and then felt the calloused palm of an enormous hand on her breast and another gripping her swollen vagina from behind.
“please…. not again…..” she whispered as he removed his hands and she sighed with relief as she sensed that he had stepped back away when the dark shadow on the wooden deck disappeared behind her.
The sudden “WHOOOSH” of the lash as it cut the air followed instantly by an ear splitting “CRAAAAAACK” as the leather thong wrapped across the flesh of the woman's bare back curved under her left arm and flattened the left breast confined within the white cotton cup of the bra was the first of what would be a long and agonizing ordeal that would test the woman’s endurance and threshold of pain.
That first lash brought a sudden gasp from the mouth as the air rushed from M’s lungs from the sudden shock and her torso twisted from the weight and force of the whip as it jerked her sideways. A dark scarlet line appeared on the bra cup as blood seeped onto the thin fabric from the broken skin beneath and the red line extended under the arm and across the breadth of her back.
“WHOOOOOOSH….CRAAAAAAAAACK” and another stroke of the lash was laid upon the swaying body and this time the left shoulder bra strap was torn free and the cup folded forward exposing the top of the breast and the twin bars of crimson that marked the passage of the supple braided leather thong. In reaction the grey haired woman tossed her head back and stamped her left foot against the wooden boards as though to shake away the burning agony much to the delight of the leering men looking on from below.
WHOOOSH…….CRAAAAAAAAACK” this time from the opposite side and the right breast took the force of the whip and when the lash dropped to the deck a streak of red stained the white cotton as the crushed flesh sprang back to its rounded natural shape.
WHOOOSH….CRAAAAAACK…...WHOOOSH………... CRAAAACK…….WHOOOSH………...CRAAACK” the whip strokes landed in a carefully timed cadence that allowed M only seconds to attempt to absorb and cope with the mounting fire that scorched her tender woman flesh. The clasps of the back strap of the bra on the fifth stroke and M saggy but still firm breasts fell free from the blood smeared cups which hung down revealing the raised purple welts and the thin bloody cuts across the pink skinned nipples and areolas. The men looking on from the back and sides of the platform could see that the well muscled back of the woman and both sides of her rib cage wore livid scarlet bars that were rising into welts.
“WHOOOSH……...CRAAAACK………….WHOOSH…….CRAAAAACK……………..WHOOOSH…...CRAAACK” the whipping continued and the top portion of M’s shapely front back and b**sts were now crisscrossed with the abraded flesh created by the lash. M’s tit bags had been turned into bruised purple colored bags of saggy flesh streaked with bars of crimson.
During these ten whip strokes she had provided an erotic dance equal to that of the biblical Salome judging by the numerous men ogling her who were masturbating while transfixed the gyrations of her body in response to the strokes of the whip. She screamed, cried and begged for the punishment to end which to many only added to their sexual arousal.
Panting from the heat and the pain which was consuming her flesh the now totally topless Sister M received a brief respite from the whipping.
“please no more…..please.” she pleaded to the crowd gathered to watch her chastisement but she only heard laughter and obscenities.
“WHOOOOSH…………….CRAAACK …………...AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” and the lash ripped away the elastic hem of the panties and tore the beige cloth where the leather cut a trail of crimson across the curvy flesh of M’s ass cheeks. The horde of upturned faces smiled and laughed as the woman’s hips thrust forward in reaction to the pain and her legs spread to keep her balance displaying her gaping slit unashamedly like a cheap harlot.
The position of Sister M’s splayed legs offered the brutish whip handler a rare opportunity to inflict maximum pain and humiliation on the suspended woman.
“WHOOOOOOSH…………..CRAAAAAAAACK!” the lash came up between her wide spread legs crushing her saggy right labia and curved a path up over the rise of the hair covered pubic mound and ended it’s journey across the gentle curve of her belly.
M’s knees buckled and she hung by her arms as her head snapped back and her mouth fell open to emit a scream of agony that carried out over the entire village.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
M’s bladder emptied as the pain across her loins overwhelmed her senses and it’s contents of warm yellow fluid poured down from between her legs adding additional suffering as it spilled down over the bruised and raw flesh of the labia.
The whipping paused long enough for the now almost completely naked woman to struggle up onto her feet. Her panties were now but a torn soiled rag that clung across the thick upper right thigh. M’s once beautiful face was covered in sweat and tears that flowed down from her eyes and frothy saliva and snot dripped from her flaring nostrils and corners off her mouth as her lungs heaved in and out as waves of fire like agony from the whip strokes coursed deep into her flesh.
Once back up onto her feet M tried to keep her quivering legs close together to protect her vagina and stood silent stoically holding her head up to stare above the crowd of raucous men and awaited the next whip stroke to once again mark her flesh with its anguish.
What came was a quick series of five lashes “WHOOOSH………….CRAACK………...WHOOOSH…….CRAAACK …...WHOOSH……...CRAAACK…….WHOOOSH………….CRAAACK………….WHOOOSH…………………….CRAAACK” all laid across the plump ass cheeks that cut parallel swathes of torment that wrapped round M’s curvaceous right hip and extended across her soft belly or downward ending paths of destruction across the swell of the pubic mound barely sparing her vagina.
Despite the strength of M’s resolve not to humiliate herself from the torture of the whipping the pain once again defeated her and she shrieked, kicked her feet and twisted her torso as her body involuntarily reacted to the force of the five lashes and the intensity of the torment it created finally once again collapsing with her feet and legs thrust back and splayed wide with her body weight suspended by her wrists and outstretched arms. This time she did not have the strength to rise and was on the edge of fainting with her chin resting on her chest and eyes shut.
The whip rose from the floor and once again ascended up between her legs striking her squarely into her gaping pink fleshed slit and then up across the pubic mound and belly.
The sound it made was a “SPLAAAT” and then a “CRAAACK as the whip leather entered the woman slime, cum and piss soaked cunt and then up onto the soft quivering belly flesh. The still swollen clitoris was crushed and left bleeding and the agony seemed beyond comprehension as it rose like a red hot poker up through M’s loins and into every cell of her being. Ithe whip had struck at her very soul.
M’s head whose dishevelled grey hair hung limp and sweat soaked briefly lifted and her tear filled eyes were wide as her mouth opened wide spewing saliva but could only manage a croaking cry before once again dropping.
Once again the whip came off the boards and struck the naked woman between her legs a “SPLAAAT” but this time across the saggy left labia and then once again up across the mound of her pubis and belly. A fine mist flew out from the gap between the thighs. M’s body shuddered but she was too exhausted to even raise her head and only a moan could be heard from the men closest to the edge of the platform. It was to be a long time before the woman would feel the joy of an orgasm but M was beyond caring lost as she was in a personal hell of suffering that was still not finished.
“WHOOSH……...CRAACK…………...WHOOOOSH………….CRAAACK” the next two strokes fell sideways across the back of her muscular firm thighs as she struggled once more to rise but the force of the whip. The whip wrapped across the right thigh and then across to the left leaving behind two parallel bars of carmine that like all the previous ones stung M like a flaming ember being drawn across flesh. no strength remained as her effort to stand was thwarted by the lash.
With one stroke remaining to be served on the wretched naked woman suspended before him the massive black brute, himself naked and once again proudly displaying a full erection paused and looked out over the crowd with arms raised as if to ask the question “Where should the last whip stroke be laid ?:”
The horde of lust filled men aroused by the long afternoon of watching the involuntary but lewd performance of M’s sexual union with the giant and the equally involuntary lascious dance began to chant in the indigious language of Mali “CUNT…..CUNT…..CUNT.” a word mercifully that Sister M, the good nun was unfamiliar with. The whip handler now looked out over the sea of chanting heads at the village chieftain who smiled and then calmly placed a hand on his crotch. His intention could not have been more clear.
M was still hanging by her arms with knees buckled and legs stretched out behind her unable to stand and sobbing ‘no more…..please ……...no more.” in a croaking monotone whisper unaware in her delirious world of throbbing unremitted pain that only one stroke remained in her punishment and that it would be possibly the most severe.
With a sideways kick of his naked foot against M’s ankles her legs were pushed wide apart exposing the sagging and swollen purple flesh of her labia and the pink and blood streaked inner folds and crushed clitoris swollen and raw.
Stepping back to gauge the distance from the hand holding the well used whip and the naked woman’s sex displayed between her open legs he paused briefly and the entire horde of chattering voices became silent as they ogled intently the woman between the posts. Some began to openly masturbate and other stroked their cocks beneath their clothing. With an upward swing of his muscular arm the supple braided black leather whip rose like a cobra snake from the wooden planks and in a blindly fast motion closed the short distance to M’s wide spread legs and entered the narrow gap before lifting up and striking the most sensitive flesh of M’s body. The tip of the lash struck the hanging worm like clitoris and the six inches behind buried within the slit neatly bisecting the inner folds of tender flesh at the dark entrance to her sex canal. The muffled sound heard only by the whip handler was like a hard slap against wetted flesh.
The reaction was predictable and M’s head lifted and her eyes were open wide and glazed by tears as her mouth dropped open and she emitted one short scream and then her mind descended into darkness and her body shuddered and then went limp.
M’s once proud and confident demeaner whose magnificent curvaceous body that so easily aroused the sexual lust of men with its smooth unblemished alabaster skin had been reduced to a whimpering broken spirited wreck whose tender body now stood stretched helpless, naked and lacerated with long lines of welted and bloodied flesh all for the pleasure of uncounted leering, masturbating men who given the opportunity would all use her to sate their lust. As she looked down at her once beautiful pert and firm breasts she saw the swollen bags of distorted purple flesh crisscrossed with five livid bars of broken skin. Her small pink nipples and areolas now were indistinguishable from the rest of the bruised surrounding flesh and blood still seeped down over the curves of the hanging bags. Between her legs the soft clamshell her labia and the luscious moist pink cunt that entranced many men who desired only to consume it’s sweet oily contents and suckle the pendulous worm of it’s clitoris with their tongues was now swollen, bruised purple and streaked with blood.
A wooden bucket of water mixed into a brine with the addition of handfuls of salt was brought to the platform by the same youth who aroused her from her previous fainting and this was unceremoniously tossed across M’s the crisscrossed welts of the whip marked back. M groaned and moaned and shook her head from the sudden pain like a bonfire had been lit upon her naked back as the brine scalded the wounds.
As her eyes began to clear M’s head was jerked slowly up by a hand clutching her by her grey hair and as her eyes cleared she saw the hair covered groin and a hard black cock blocking her vision. Her eyes lifted and looking up she recognized that the man possessing the erect cock was the village chief who had ordered her cruel punishment.
He spoke in broken but understandable English “ Now will you suck my cock, bitch or shall I have you given another twenty lashes?”
To emphasize his point he gave her grey hair in his fist a hard twist that even after so much suffering she felt to be excruciating.
Tied between the posts and still hanging by her arms with feet splayed behind the naked woman was made to suffer one more humiliating act and that was to suck the cock of the same man who was responsible for her whipping. As the villagers gazed up from the ground below they witnessed the proud, arrogant chieftain having his cock being sucked by the holy white woman who had refused his sexual advances.
M opened her mouth and pushed her head forward to take the filthy manhood into her warm mouth and suckle it like a nipple while stroking the underside with her tongue as it bobbed in and out from between her full fleshy lips. He came quickly and to add humiliation on to humiliation he pulled the shaft clear from her mouth at the instant before ejaculation and shot his cum load onto her cheeks.
“you leave it on your face as a sign that you are owned by me.” the chieftain cautioned
With the performance over the man stepped away and walked back to his wives and his concubines having shown that to deny him sexual favors would result in cruel punishments and ultimately the whip would win.
Sister M was cut loose from the ropes and collapsed onto the wooden boards. She was soon carried from the stage by the same two men who brought her up from her jail cell and taken back to lie on a cot in the cell while two old crones washed her body and applied some healing balm to her battered flesh. She was kept naked, held captive and used as a sex slave for the chietain and everyone who requested her for two years until she was sold in a slave auction to an ISIS commander.
Many of the assembled men had been stroking their raised manhood hidden beneath their drab robes and several had even exposed their erect cocks and ejaculated onto the dirt beneath their feet at the sight of the still partially clothed, tall and shapely woman who had been so erotically writhing her body and emitting the most sonorous and sensuous screams as the long supple whip laid long scarlet lines across the glistening alabaster hued skin now hanging limp and silent by her outstretched arms from the rough hewn overhead beam in the heat and light of the Sub Sahara sun.
When first brought up onto the platform, held firmly by her arms between two half naked ebony skinned men the woman known simply as Sister M had been stripped of her robes, white linen wimple and black cotton veil to humiliate her and expose her body to the gaze of the men of the village. What remained were the white cotton bra supporting the small but still firm breasts and the beige panties covering her firm buttocks and sex.
Even in this state of semi nudity she possessed a curvaceous and muscle toned body of a woman decades younger than her years which was capable of arousing lust in most men of any age. It was this captivatingly attractive body and beautiful facial features that had stirred the lust in the chieftain and her refusal to share his bed for which she now was to be punished.
Taken to stand barefoot between two seven foot tall square upright timbers with a cross bar of similar dimension overhead Sister M realized the futility in resisting and allowed her wrists to be wrapped in coils of coarse hemp rope and then to have each of her lithe shapely arms to be lifted and stretched to either side of her torso and the rope ends pulled through rusty iron rings bolted firmly to the underside of the cross beam. The extension of her arms caused her breasts to lift and flatten and the nipples to press against the soft fabric of the bra. M solemnly looked down at the faces of the leering men seeking any sign of sympathy for her plight but saw nothing but ogling eyes and mouths uttering obscenities. Behind the sea of upturned faces she saw that the chieftain was present also to witness her punishment and humiliation. Ensconced on a throne like chair covered with a leopard skin the thin,wrinkled old man smiled benignly at her plight as his six wives, all bare chested knelt at either side.
Pushing a path through the densely packed throng of jostling bodies a tall, gigantic, seemingly obese bald headed black man, naked save for a rag of grey cloth covering his genitals made his way up onto the platform.
Sister M turned her head to one side and wide eyed with fear saw that the giant whose fleshy arms and protruding belly quivered had removed his covering and had exposed a long ,thick flaccid cock that swayed like a clock pendulum as he stalked onto the wooden planks.
The dry wooden boards of the platform creaked and groaned under the weight of the brute as he approached the hanging woman and Sister M felt and smelled his hot fetid breathe on her shoulder as his head hovered by her cheek and his massive left paw reached around her torso, gripped her breast and squeezed it tightly causing her to wince and moan at the sudden pain.
She turned her head away from the foul odor and closed her eyes but dared not protest as the hand slid lower over the diaphragm, the curve of her belly and then beneath the elastic hem of her panties to clutch the hair covered pubic mound and the soft lips of her labia.
“no……..noo……….please….not there!” M softly groaned as the middle finger of the hand probed past the folds of her sex slit and stroked the, as yet unaroused clitoris. Pressing her thighs together she tried to prevent the intrusion but with such a powerful man resistance was futile and his hand easily forced her legs apart while continuing to caress her most sensitive erogenous zone with the probing digit.
“OH GOD……...PLEASE……. NO” M involuntarily shouted out as she felt the first tremor of sexual arousal in her loins and as her citoris rose from it’s hood and oily fluid began to seep from the pores lining her sex passage. The man's groin and now rigid shaft pushed against the plush cheeks of her ass further arousing her and betraying her mind that demanded celibacy.
M began to open her thighs and her entire body trembled as the first tendrils of pleasure rose up from between her legs and she became almost delirious with expectation for the euphoria of the impending orgasm as the finger continued to caress her fully engorged worm like clitoris. M’s nipples hardened and pressed against the bra cup.
“please don’t stop…...please don’t stop…….” she exhorted to the unseen naked man whose warm body she felt pressing against her sweat coated back.
A dark stain appeared between her legs as her lubricating oil saturated the thin cloth of the beige panties which caused a commotion among the men in the crowd leering up from below who laughed and taunted the woman with obscenities.
The unseen hand gripping her vagina pulled the crotch of the panties to one side exposing the thick sagging labia, pink folds of her gaping slit and the wriggling worm like appendage of her aroused clitoris. With her sex now fully exposed a pink hue arose across the cheeks and shoulders of the pious nun blushed with shame as her most private parts were revealed for all to see.
With the pudgy black cock like finger caressing her throbbing clitoris Sister M’s legs began to tremble and as her knees folded the thighs spread wide and her head lolled back as she now begged for release “fuck me…...please..please fuck me…..I need your cock in me….please.”
The contrast between the slim but shapely white woman and the black skinned giant towering over her from behind made it seem as though she was but a doll being held by the gigantic ebony hands tightly gripping the flesh of her hips as he crouched down to allow his thick fully erect phallus to push upward into her the pink walled tunnel of her slit impaling her lithe body on his manhood as he effortlessly lifted her feet from the planks.
Like a cobra snake with its bulbous hooded head the thick and long black shaft slid slowly upwards and between the wide spread labia until only the saggy wrinkly skinned ball sac at its root remained exposed. Like a puppet on a string the naked woman was helplessly impaled on the monster cock that slide slowly out covered with slime and making a sucking sound that was heard far out into the crowd of cackling laughing men.
With each slow penetration and withdrawal of the lubricated shaft the flesh of M’s belly expanded and deflated revealing the depth that it had plumbed into her loins.
With her mind lost in a kaliedoscope of multi colored fireworks and now in a world of ecstacy that in all her many years she had not once ever before reached such a level of exquisite nirvana the once saint like Sister M shrieked the expletives associated with the lowest of whores as orgasm after orgasm swept through every cell of her being with an intensity that transcended any sense of shame or humiliation “YES…...YES….I”M CUMMMMING .FUCK ME…………….FUCK ME……….OOOH GOD…. FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK.”
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…….YES.’
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH ….”
M’s slender body was lifted and dropped onto the vertical ebony phallus with ever increasing rapidity and the orgasms continued to explode within her sending her deeper and deeper into a catatonic state of such euphoria she began to have visions from her past. Staring in wonder and excitement into the dimly lit bedroom of her parents and seeing her father naked with full erection whipping her naked mother across her back and ass as she lay across the mattress and hearing her cry out “more...please Sir...whip me more!” The high school senior Carl who took her virginity in the rear seat of his father’s Buick, Her first real love the middle aged Father Brian who taught the novitiate M the fine art of fellatio and cunnilingus and then with one final burst of rapture she entered a world of darkness and her body went slack and her head slumped forward as though in a deep sleep even as the thick steel hard shaft continued to pummel her limp unresponding body for many more minutes like a marionette on a string. She was not able to feel the gusher of warm sticky semen as it spurted from the phallus deep within her loins or feel his obese body shudder as he discharged his cum load and after a long pause slowly extract his semi rigid deflating cock from the sopping wet slit with a slurping sound as long strands of oily cum hung from the slime covered gaping pink walled cunt.
As the crowd dispersed to seek shade and refreshment the obese lumbering black giant had left the stage to clean his manhood and towel the sweat from his flabby body M was left to hang by her sinewy arms from between the unyielding wooden beams in the broiling mid day sun awaiting the 20 lash flagelllation of her semi naked body.
A bucket of water was brought on the platform by a bare chested teenage boy who had witnessed her fucking and wished to see a naked white woman up close. As instructed he tossed onto the limp woman’s front soaking the bra and panties while washing some of the sweat from her body and the dried cum from her thighs as well as reviving her to face the remainder of her punishment. Her panty crotch had remained pulled to one side so that water which soaked through the cloth onto the thatch of grey hair covering the pubic mound dripped onto the ravaged slit and labia soothing the throbbing pain of the sensitive flesh. A pottery mug of tepid water was placed on her lips by a bent old crone wearing a hijab sent by the chief and Sister M eagerly gulped the fluid down ravenously to assuage her thirst croaking out a whispered “thank you.” from her parched throat.
Sister M stumbled back up onto her feet and to relieve the strain on her arms whose muscles had supported her limp body and her shapely lithe body still shivered from the multiple orgasms even as the crowd of men returned to jostle and shove for positions at the edge of the sun baked wooden platform and beyond.
Once again she heard the creaking of the wooden floor boards, saw the shadow of the black gian reflected from the boards as he stood behind her and then felt the calloused palm of an enormous hand on her breast and another gripping her swollen vagina from behind.
“please…. not again…..” she whispered as he removed his hands and she sighed with relief as she sensed that he had stepped back away when the dark shadow on the wooden deck disappeared behind her.
The sudden “WHOOOSH” of the lash as it cut the air followed instantly by an ear splitting “CRAAAAAACK” as the leather thong wrapped across the flesh of the woman's bare back curved under her left arm and flattened the left breast confined within the white cotton cup of the bra was the first of what would be a long and agonizing ordeal that would test the woman’s endurance and threshold of pain.
That first lash brought a sudden gasp from the mouth as the air rushed from M’s lungs from the sudden shock and her torso twisted from the weight and force of the whip as it jerked her sideways. A dark scarlet line appeared on the bra cup as blood seeped onto the thin fabric from the broken skin beneath and the red line extended under the arm and across the breadth of her back.
“WHOOOOOOSH….CRAAAAAAAAACK” and another stroke of the lash was laid upon the swaying body and this time the left shoulder bra strap was torn free and the cup folded forward exposing the top of the breast and the twin bars of crimson that marked the passage of the supple braided leather thong. In reaction the grey haired woman tossed her head back and stamped her left foot against the wooden boards as though to shake away the burning agony much to the delight of the leering men looking on from below.
WHOOOSH…….CRAAAAAAAAACK” this time from the opposite side and the right breast took the force of the whip and when the lash dropped to the deck a streak of red stained the white cotton as the crushed flesh sprang back to its rounded natural shape.
WHOOOSH….CRAAAAAACK…...WHOOOSH………... CRAAAACK…….WHOOOSH………...CRAAACK” the whip strokes landed in a carefully timed cadence that allowed M only seconds to attempt to absorb and cope with the mounting fire that scorched her tender woman flesh. The clasps of the back strap of the bra on the fifth stroke and M saggy but still firm breasts fell free from the blood smeared cups which hung down revealing the raised purple welts and the thin bloody cuts across the pink skinned nipples and areolas. The men looking on from the back and sides of the platform could see that the well muscled back of the woman and both sides of her rib cage wore livid scarlet bars that were rising into welts.
“WHOOOSH……...CRAAAACK………….WHOOSH…….CRAAAAACK……………..WHOOOSH…...CRAAACK” the whipping continued and the top portion of M’s shapely front back and b**sts were now crisscrossed with the abraded flesh created by the lash. M’s tit bags had been turned into bruised purple colored bags of saggy flesh streaked with bars of crimson.
During these ten whip strokes she had provided an erotic dance equal to that of the biblical Salome judging by the numerous men ogling her who were masturbating while transfixed the gyrations of her body in response to the strokes of the whip. She screamed, cried and begged for the punishment to end which to many only added to their sexual arousal.
Panting from the heat and the pain which was consuming her flesh the now totally topless Sister M received a brief respite from the whipping.
“please no more…..please.” she pleaded to the crowd gathered to watch her chastisement but she only heard laughter and obscenities.
“WHOOOOSH…………….CRAAACK …………...AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” and the lash ripped away the elastic hem of the panties and tore the beige cloth where the leather cut a trail of crimson across the curvy flesh of M’s ass cheeks. The horde of upturned faces smiled and laughed as the woman’s hips thrust forward in reaction to the pain and her legs spread to keep her balance displaying her gaping slit unashamedly like a cheap harlot.
The position of Sister M’s splayed legs offered the brutish whip handler a rare opportunity to inflict maximum pain and humiliation on the suspended woman.
“WHOOOOOOSH…………..CRAAAAAAAACK!” the lash came up between her wide spread legs crushing her saggy right labia and curved a path up over the rise of the hair covered pubic mound and ended it’s journey across the gentle curve of her belly.
M’s knees buckled and she hung by her arms as her head snapped back and her mouth fell open to emit a scream of agony that carried out over the entire village.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
M’s bladder emptied as the pain across her loins overwhelmed her senses and it’s contents of warm yellow fluid poured down from between her legs adding additional suffering as it spilled down over the bruised and raw flesh of the labia.
The whipping paused long enough for the now almost completely naked woman to struggle up onto her feet. Her panties were now but a torn soiled rag that clung across the thick upper right thigh. M’s once beautiful face was covered in sweat and tears that flowed down from her eyes and frothy saliva and snot dripped from her flaring nostrils and corners off her mouth as her lungs heaved in and out as waves of fire like agony from the whip strokes coursed deep into her flesh.
Once back up onto her feet M tried to keep her quivering legs close together to protect her vagina and stood silent stoically holding her head up to stare above the crowd of raucous men and awaited the next whip stroke to once again mark her flesh with its anguish.
What came was a quick series of five lashes “WHOOOSH………….CRAACK………...WHOOOSH…….CRAAACK …...WHOOSH……...CRAAACK…….WHOOOSH………….CRAAACK………….WHOOOSH…………………….CRAAACK” all laid across the plump ass cheeks that cut parallel swathes of torment that wrapped round M’s curvaceous right hip and extended across her soft belly or downward ending paths of destruction across the swell of the pubic mound barely sparing her vagina.
Despite the strength of M’s resolve not to humiliate herself from the torture of the whipping the pain once again defeated her and she shrieked, kicked her feet and twisted her torso as her body involuntarily reacted to the force of the five lashes and the intensity of the torment it created finally once again collapsing with her feet and legs thrust back and splayed wide with her body weight suspended by her wrists and outstretched arms. This time she did not have the strength to rise and was on the edge of fainting with her chin resting on her chest and eyes shut.
The whip rose from the floor and once again ascended up between her legs striking her squarely into her gaping pink fleshed slit and then up across the pubic mound and belly.
The sound it made was a “SPLAAAT” and then a “CRAAACK as the whip leather entered the woman slime, cum and piss soaked cunt and then up onto the soft quivering belly flesh. The still swollen clitoris was crushed and left bleeding and the agony seemed beyond comprehension as it rose like a red hot poker up through M’s loins and into every cell of her being. Ithe whip had struck at her very soul.
M’s head whose dishevelled grey hair hung limp and sweat soaked briefly lifted and her tear filled eyes were wide as her mouth opened wide spewing saliva but could only manage a croaking cry before once again dropping.
Once again the whip came off the boards and struck the naked woman between her legs a “SPLAAAT” but this time across the saggy left labia and then once again up across the mound of her pubis and belly. A fine mist flew out from the gap between the thighs. M’s body shuddered but she was too exhausted to even raise her head and only a moan could be heard from the men closest to the edge of the platform. It was to be a long time before the woman would feel the joy of an orgasm but M was beyond caring lost as she was in a personal hell of suffering that was still not finished.
“WHOOSH……...CRAACK…………...WHOOOOSH………….CRAAACK” the next two strokes fell sideways across the back of her muscular firm thighs as she struggled once more to rise but the force of the whip. The whip wrapped across the right thigh and then across to the left leaving behind two parallel bars of carmine that like all the previous ones stung M like a flaming ember being drawn across flesh. no strength remained as her effort to stand was thwarted by the lash.
With one stroke remaining to be served on the wretched naked woman suspended before him the massive black brute, himself naked and once again proudly displaying a full erection paused and looked out over the crowd with arms raised as if to ask the question “Where should the last whip stroke be laid ?:”
The horde of lust filled men aroused by the long afternoon of watching the involuntary but lewd performance of M’s sexual union with the giant and the equally involuntary lascious dance began to chant in the indigious language of Mali “CUNT…..CUNT…..CUNT.” a word mercifully that Sister M, the good nun was unfamiliar with. The whip handler now looked out over the sea of chanting heads at the village chieftain who smiled and then calmly placed a hand on his crotch. His intention could not have been more clear.
M was still hanging by her arms with knees buckled and legs stretched out behind her unable to stand and sobbing ‘no more…..please ……...no more.” in a croaking monotone whisper unaware in her delirious world of throbbing unremitted pain that only one stroke remained in her punishment and that it would be possibly the most severe.
With a sideways kick of his naked foot against M’s ankles her legs were pushed wide apart exposing the sagging and swollen purple flesh of her labia and the pink and blood streaked inner folds and crushed clitoris swollen and raw.
Stepping back to gauge the distance from the hand holding the well used whip and the naked woman’s sex displayed between her open legs he paused briefly and the entire horde of chattering voices became silent as they ogled intently the woman between the posts. Some began to openly masturbate and other stroked their cocks beneath their clothing. With an upward swing of his muscular arm the supple braided black leather whip rose like a cobra snake from the wooden planks and in a blindly fast motion closed the short distance to M’s wide spread legs and entered the narrow gap before lifting up and striking the most sensitive flesh of M’s body. The tip of the lash struck the hanging worm like clitoris and the six inches behind buried within the slit neatly bisecting the inner folds of tender flesh at the dark entrance to her sex canal. The muffled sound heard only by the whip handler was like a hard slap against wetted flesh.
The reaction was predictable and M’s head lifted and her eyes were open wide and glazed by tears as her mouth dropped open and she emitted one short scream and then her mind descended into darkness and her body shuddered and then went limp.
M’s once proud and confident demeaner whose magnificent curvaceous body that so easily aroused the sexual lust of men with its smooth unblemished alabaster skin had been reduced to a whimpering broken spirited wreck whose tender body now stood stretched helpless, naked and lacerated with long lines of welted and bloodied flesh all for the pleasure of uncounted leering, masturbating men who given the opportunity would all use her to sate their lust. As she looked down at her once beautiful pert and firm breasts she saw the swollen bags of distorted purple flesh crisscrossed with five livid bars of broken skin. Her small pink nipples and areolas now were indistinguishable from the rest of the bruised surrounding flesh and blood still seeped down over the curves of the hanging bags. Between her legs the soft clamshell her labia and the luscious moist pink cunt that entranced many men who desired only to consume it’s sweet oily contents and suckle the pendulous worm of it’s clitoris with their tongues was now swollen, bruised purple and streaked with blood.
A wooden bucket of water mixed into a brine with the addition of handfuls of salt was brought to the platform by the same youth who aroused her from her previous fainting and this was unceremoniously tossed across M’s the crisscrossed welts of the whip marked back. M groaned and moaned and shook her head from the sudden pain like a bonfire had been lit upon her naked back as the brine scalded the wounds.
As her eyes began to clear M’s head was jerked slowly up by a hand clutching her by her grey hair and as her eyes cleared she saw the hair covered groin and a hard black cock blocking her vision. Her eyes lifted and looking up she recognized that the man possessing the erect cock was the village chief who had ordered her cruel punishment.
He spoke in broken but understandable English “ Now will you suck my cock, bitch or shall I have you given another twenty lashes?”
To emphasize his point he gave her grey hair in his fist a hard twist that even after so much suffering she felt to be excruciating.
Tied between the posts and still hanging by her arms with feet splayed behind the naked woman was made to suffer one more humiliating act and that was to suck the cock of the same man who was responsible for her whipping. As the villagers gazed up from the ground below they witnessed the proud, arrogant chieftain having his cock being sucked by the holy white woman who had refused his sexual advances.
M opened her mouth and pushed her head forward to take the filthy manhood into her warm mouth and suckle it like a nipple while stroking the underside with her tongue as it bobbed in and out from between her full fleshy lips. He came quickly and to add humiliation on to humiliation he pulled the shaft clear from her mouth at the instant before ejaculation and shot his cum load onto her cheeks.
“you leave it on your face as a sign that you are owned by me.” the chieftain cautioned
With the performance over the man stepped away and walked back to his wives and his concubines having shown that to deny him sexual favors would result in cruel punishments and ultimately the whip would win.
Sister M was cut loose from the ropes and collapsed onto the wooden boards. She was soon carried from the stage by the same two men who brought her up from her jail cell and taken back to lie on a cot in the cell while two old crones washed her body and applied some healing balm to her battered flesh. She was kept naked, held captive and used as a sex slave for the chietain and everyone who requested her for two years until she was sold in a slave auction to an ISIS commander.
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