Jillian's Tale
Part 3 Jillian's Punishment
When the train pulled into the station Wanda stood up and
said "Follow me, bitch". Jillian obediently got up and
followed her out the doors and onto the platform. She was
extremely nervous. She knew that what she was doing was
very dangerous, but she couldn't seem to help herself. She
knew she wanted this. It was like a dream all of a sudden
coming true. She was putting herself in the hands of this
young black girl and she had no control over what she would
do with her!
They descended the stairs of the station and for the
first time Jillian looked around at her surroundings. Her
jaw dropped. It was like something out of a war movie!
She'd passed this area many times in her air-conditioned
car on the Cross Bronx Expressway and had seen the burned
out buildings, but she'd never got closer to it than the
highway. This was like those pictures of Berlin after the
war. There were stones and rubble everywhere. Ahead of her
she could see the charred skeletons of burned out apartment
buildings.
What really shocked her was that amidst all this
devastation there were children playing! On a
glass-littered court some teenaged boys were playing
basketball. People actually LIVED here! They had families.
They ate, they slept, they survived...
"This way, bitch." Wanda led the way across the rubble
towards one of the buildings. When she got halfway there
she stopped behind a mound of rubble.
"You ain't comin' in this way, bitch. You need some
humblin'. You one stuck up lily-assed whore. It's time you
got taken down a peg. Take them shoes off.... give them to
me.."
Jillian complied.
"Now the skirt..."
Jillian looked around in wide-eyed panic.
"P-please, not out here!"
"Shut your fuckin' whore trap, bitch. You don't say
nuthin' unless I tell you to. Take that fuckin' designer
skirt off or I'll cut it off!"
Wanda flashed a mean looking switchblade. Jillian glanced
around once more in panic, then undid her skirt. It fell to
the ground and she obediently picked it up and handed it to
Wanda. Wanda had to suppress a smile when she saw the white
garter and hose. Like all of the girls in her gang, she was
a young lesbian. That had been one of the key requirements
Louise had been searching for.
"Pull them pretty little panties off, bitch. Then them
whore garters and stockings. Come on! I ain't got all day!"
Jillian began to tremble as she looked around nervously
then pulled her white panties down off her slender hips.
Her hands shook so bad that she had trouble with the snaps
on her garters. When she finally got them she bent and
began rolling down her sheer white hose. She handed
everything to Wanda who was impatiently tapping her foot.
Jillian now stood nude from the waist down. Wanda stepped
up to her and reached both hands under the back of her
cashmere top. Jillian felt a tug, then a snap, and her bra
fell off and down. Wanda had cut the strap. Now her only
piece of clothing was the cashmere top.
"I like that top, whore. How many times you have to fuck
for that? Cat got your tongue? Leave it on for now... Now,
like the whore bitch that you are, get down on the ground
on your hands and knees. Hurry up!"
Jillian gulped. She had tears welling in her eyes as she
shakily got down on the ground on all fours. She wished the
cashmere top had been longer to cover more of her ass, but
Wanda grabbed the hem and pulled it up to the small of her
back.
"Leave it there, bitch. I don't want nothin' coverin' up
that white ass of yours."
Wanda took her switchblade and began cutting up Jillian's
black skirt.
"Wh-what are you doing?!" Jillian pleaded, wild-eyed.
Wanda reached down and gave her a slap on the ass that
made her jump.
"Owwwwww!!"
"I told you to keep your whore mouth shut, bitch. Don't
you be givin' me no shit."
Wanda continued cutting the skirt up into small pieces.
After that she used her knife to cut up the delicate white
panties. She kept the garter and hose and placed them,
along with her shoes and her small purse, into the pack she
carried over her shoulder.
"In case you be wonderin' how you're gonna get home with
no skirt and no panties, don't waste your time thinkin'
about it." She laughed for the first time.
She fished around in the pack and pulled out what looked like a long leash
and a dog collar. Jillian stared at it in utter disbelief. Wanda buckled the
collar around Jillian's neck and clipped the leash onto it. It was one of those
chain leashes with the little leather loop at one end to hold on to.
"Let's go, bitch."
Wanda tugged on the leash and began slowly leading the
trembling blonde woman on all fours across the trash and
rubble-filled lot. Jillian's small white ass was high in
the air. As she crawled you could see her pussy lips and
little wisps of blonde hair between her legs. Wanda
indicated that she wanted Jillian to crawl ahead of her. As
she walked slightly behind and to the left of the crawling
white woman she occasionally used the thong end of the
leash to slap across her vulnerable buns.
"Look!" came a startled high-pitched voice.
Jillian had been spotted. Within seconds a small crowd
had run up and was gathered around Wanda and the visibly
shaking Jillian.
"Get away from here! This ain't nothin for you to be
lookin at! Go home!"
The young onlookers were both shocked and amused at the
lewd spectacle before them. They were all laughing and
pointing.
"What you gonna do with that white woman? Where are her
clothes", one of the boys asked.
"This here is a rich white stuck up whore-bitch from
Connecticut. I'm gonna whup her ass, the way she shoulda
had it whupped a long time ago."
"Wow! Can we watch?" pleaded another of the boys. A
couple of girls were busy giggling and pointing at
Jillian's bare ass. Wanda mischievously kicked Jillian's
legs wider apart and the giggles turned to squeals of shock
as her puffy bare pussy became fully visible below her now
slightly pink cheeks.
"Go home, I said. Or I'll whup your asses the way I'm
gonna whup hers. This is none of your business!"
The crowd withdrew, but not entirely. They stayed just
far enough away to satisfy Wanda, but their eyes were kept
fastened on the now sobbing white woman as she continued
her crawl of shame to the building.
"What's the matter, bitch? Did that bother you?" Wanda
taunted Jillian as she sobbed and continued crawling.
"How-how could you DO that!" she sobbed. "I've never been
more ashamed in my entire life! N-never!"
"From that? Shit girl, you got a thin skin. That ain't
NOTHING compared to what I got in store for you! That's
just like a little warm up! Hahahaha!"
Jillian began shaking so hard at that last comment that
she stopped. She lowered her face into her hands and cried.
Wanda stepped behind her and gave her two hard slaps on her
upturned ass. Jillian could hear the terrible laughter off
in the distance.
"Get up!" she ordered. Or so help me I'll whip your ass
right here!"
Jillian got back up. Her arms were trembling. She used
the back of her right hand to wipe the tears out of her
eyes then resumed crawling towards the building. Wanda
continued holding the leash and walking behind her,
taunting her about how she looked the whole way.
Finally they reached the building. Wanda told her to
crawl up the two steps and into the hallway. There was no
door. As soon as she entered the hallway she heard other
voices and whistles.
"Look what we got here! White meat! Yeah!"
Wanda made Jillian turn to the right and enter a large
room. There were six other girls there, all about Wanda's
age. There was an old stuffed couch and some chairs that
looked like they'd been thrown away. The girls had been
lounging on them but now all stood up and clustered around
the new arrival.
"Girls, this here piece of white assed shit knocked me
over. She was dressed in some fine expensive clothes,
probly had some expensive car too so she thinks she can
push a Sister around."
"Oooohh.. Your ass is in trouble, girl..." they
murmured.
"She's gonna be stayin' with us for awhile. Gonna see how
the other half lives! Ain't that right.. ahhh.. what the
fuck's your name bitch?"
"J-jillian"
"J-jillian? What the fuck kind of name is J-jillian? We
oughta give you a better name... like White Ass."
"Rich Bitch!"
"Cottontail!"
"Shit for brains!"
"Shut up!" Wanda silenced the girls who were calling out
names at random. "We'll just call you J-jillian for now.
That all right with you, J-jillian?" she laughed.
"Yes" she sniffed.
"Yes WHAT, you skinny assed whore!"
"Yes... M-mistress?"
"Hahahaha! Mistress? This ain't Connecticut J-jillian.
Look around. This SURE as hell ain't Connecticut! When you
talk to me or any of the other Sisters, you call us M'am.
You got that J- jillian?" She slapped her ass once for
emphasis.
"Y-yes M'am!" Jillian jumped from the slap.
Wanda bent over her and removed the collar and leash.
"Why's she got that shirt on, Wanda?"
"I thought it looked pretty. Besides, I didn't want her
to get no sunburn on that white skin of hers while she was
crawlin' over here."
They all laughed.
"Get it off. Let's see what she's got up front."
Two girls roughly grabbed the expensive cashmere top and
pulled it up over her head. Jillian lifted her arms and
the top was pulled off around her head, fluffing her short
blonde hair in the process.
Now for the first time Jillian was completely nude. She
had goosebumps on her upper arms and she was shivering. Not
from cold, but from the shame she was feeling, and the
excitement.
The girls made her lift her body up so she was kneeling
upright with her ass resting on her heels. She kept her
eyes downcast as they began grabbing at her pert little
breasts. They were fairly small but they were firm and her
nipples were quite long. She winced as they pulled and
twisted at them. When she tried to use her arms to protect
her breasts she was slapped in the face.
"Spread those knees wider, Jillian. Okay girls, Jillian's
gonna put on a little show for us, ain't you Jillian?"
"Yes, M'am."
The girls turned the couch around and pushed the chairs
up so that they were all seated and facing the kneeling
blonde.
"Rub your tit's Jillian. Rub them real good and pull on
your nipples. Get them nice and hard."
Jillian obediently began massaging her naked breasts as
the girls watched and hooted. They popped open some cans of
beer and began drinking and catcalling.
"Rub your pussy, Jillian. Make it shiny and wet for us.
We want to see it nice and hot down there."
With her head bowed, Jillian placed her right hand on her
open pussy. As the seven black teenagers watched and
cheered, she performed the most intimate act of
masturbating in front of them. In spite of her humiliation
she was as hot as a pistol. Mostly it was BECAUSE of her
humiliation she was so hot. She began moaning and rubbing
faster and faster. Her hips began to hump and her middle
finger became a blur as it rubbed across her swollen clit.
She didn't even notice that Wanda had the camcorder out and
was recording the entire scene for Louise.
Faster and faster she rubbed until she finally got
herself right at the edge. She stayed there for a minute,
her hips convulsing, her whole body was rigid and shivering
and she was moaning with her eyes closed. She suddenly let
out a yelp and her hips began moving back and forth again
as she squeezed off her orgasm. Her pussy gushed cum all
over her hand. Without thinking she put her hand to her
mouth and started licking it. "Mmmmmm...." she moaned as
she tasted the sweetness of her own cum. She had to have
more! She kept rubbing her hands between her legs to get
every bit of cum she could. She licked one hand while
rubbing with the other.
All of it was being recorded on the camcorder. The girls
couldn't believe what a slut she'd suddenly become! She was
almost wild. Her tongue was flicking back and forth across
her lips and she pleaded with the girls to give her more
cum.
Wanda leaned back in her chair and pulled her jeans and
panties down to her thighs.
"Right here, bitch. Eat me you fucking whore!"
Jillian practically dove between Wanda's thighs. She
wedged her face into the tuft of curly black hair and began
thrusting her tongue into her pussy as far is it would go.
"Oh yeah, right there, bitch! Keep licking that spot or
I'll beat your sorry ass!"
Wanda closed her thighs around Jillian's head and began
humping. Jillian's tongue was relentless. She finally put
Wanda over the edge. She squealed with delight as she
lapped up every drop of cum she could get. She was addicted
to it. When it was over she looked at the other girls and
begged:
"More, please! PLEASE!"
One by one the girls pulled down their pants while
Jillian ate them to orgasm. Her bare ass wiggled with
delight as she knelt and licked the needed nectar out of
each young pussy. When she finished with the last girl she
looked wildly at Wanda again and said "Please! Once more...
PLEASE!"
"Whoa baby! You sure have turned into one hot-assed slut,
haven't you."
She pushed her pants back down and once again let the 35
year old wife eat her to a shuddering climax. Jillian went
around the room eating each girl a second time. When she
was finished she begged to do it again! When the girls
declined she immediately thrust both hands onto her own
pussy and started rubbing some more. The girls had to
physically restrain her before she'd stop.
"I don't know what got into you, bitch. One little drop
of pussy juice turned you into a fucking maniac!"
Wanda turned off the camcorder. When Jillian saw it her
eyes nearly popped out of her head! What were they going to
do with that tape?
"Let's get her ready girls. The real fun starts now."
Four of the girls grabbed Jillian and half carried her,
half dragged her into the hall and then outside in front of
the building. There was a small rectangular table set up.
It was old and the wood was chipped in places. It was about
three feet long by a foot and a half wide. It stood about
two feet tall. It looked like it might have been an end
table, or something that a plant would sit on.
They placed her on the table on her back. They got some
rope and bent her legs down over the end of the table. Two
girls grabbed her arms and pulled them straight down over
the sides. They tied her hands and feet together under the
table. This had the effect of bowing her body slightly
upward, and her legs were spread. She was helpless to move.
One of the other girls, Cheline, held a long feather and
was giggling. She stood over the bound body of Jillian and
slowly touched the tip of it to her defenseless nipple.
Jillian twitched a bit and moaned. Encouraged by this she
began twirling the feather around her pink nipple and
teasing it. Jillian's nipple became instantly erect and
ridges popped out on the large aureole.
"Oh God! Oh No! Please! Not out here!" Jillian begged,
and the girl moved to the other nipple and excited it too.
She moved the teasing feather down her belly and then ran
the tip up and down her moistening slit. Jillian tried
twisting to get away from it but she was tied tightly
across the table. Her whole body from her neck to her knees
was presented as a target for the cruel teenager and her
feather. The other girls laughed and egged Cheline on.
"You keep yellin' like that and you're gonna attract a
crowd, whore." Cheline teased.
Wanda rubbed her own fingers in Jillian's wet pussy. She
got as much of the cum juice as she could and placed her
fingers to Jillian's mouth. Jillian licked at the fingers
and her eyes went wild again. Her tongue was all over
Wanda's fingers, trying to get at the cum. Wanda laughed
and got some more. She smeared it on Jillian's upper lip
and right under her nose.
"How you like your own smell, bitch? It turnin' you on?"
Jillian's tongue was extended trying to get the cum from
her upper lip. Wanda kept fingering her and adding some
more. Cheline continued with the feather; along her sides,
across her belly, and always back to the rigid nipples.
Jillian was begging loudly now for more cum. Her hips
bucked as much as they could on the table, which wasn't
much. One of the other girls had set up a tripod to hold
the ever-present camcorder.
A fourth girl had disappeared but she returned now
carrying a large bag.
"Oh boy! Barbecue time!" They all paused for a moment to
cluster around the girl with the bag. Even Cheline paused
with the feather, leaving Jillian alone and shivering on
the table.
They opened the bag and took out some chicken wings.
"Mmmmmm! We got white meat on the table and wings in the
bag! What could be better?"
Wanda got the container of barbecue sauce and smiled
wickedly. She took it over to the table and opened the lid.
"We gotta change her position, girls. Get them feet up in
the air!"
Working quickly they untied her hands and feet then
retied her hands together under the table. Lifting her
knees they tied a loop of rope around each thigh, just
above her knee. They took each of the ropes and pulled them
way back and to the side. This lifted Jillian's knees in
the air and back towards her shoulders. Looking around they
found a couple of places on the ground to tie off the
ropes, holding her in this open position. Her feet were
able to dangle in the air but her thighs were spread open
and her knees pulled back and fastened to hold her that
way. She was positioned so that her ass hung just over the
edge of the table. This opened Jillian's pussy as wide as
it could possibly be! Her little round white buns were
lifted slightly upward and widely parted to show her
asshole, which was pointing out at about 45 degrees. Her
spread pussy pointed directly upward and the lips were
slightly parted to display the wet pinkness within. She was
a delectable sight...
Wanda let her eyes roam over the smooth white body bound
there on the little table like an offering. Jillian's pussy
lips were swollen and red. Little droplets of moisture were
clinging to them. Her face and neck were deeply blushed and
her eyes closed tightly against the shame of being
displayed as she was.
Wanda poked her index finger into the damp pussy and felt
the lips cling to it as it was withdrawn. She then grabbed
each of Jillian's swollen pussy lips between her thumbs and
index fingers and pinched them cruelly. Jillian's eyes
popped open in surprise. She involuntarily shuddered and
let out a little yelp. Wanda pulled the pussy lips wide
apart and held her like that for the camcorder. With a sigh
she finally let go of those pulsing lips and watched the
flower close slightly.
"We gotta warm up the oven first". Wanda laughed as she
ran her right hand over Jillian's smooth ass. She cupped
each of the buns and pinched them. She lifted her hand in
the air and brought her palm down sharply, spanking
Jillian.
"Owww!" Jillian wailed.
Again Wanda slapped her helpless ass.
"Owwwwwwww!"
The others girls laughed as Wanda began spanking Jillian
in earnest. Slapping those poor little cheeks that hung
there at her mercy. She was rewarded each time by a wail
from Jillian. After about thirty swats she stopped and
cupped her pink buns lightly with both hands.
"That oughta do for now...."
Wanda picked the container of barbecue sauce back up and
very carefully poured some of it into Jillian's open pussy.
"Ooooohhhhhhh!" Jillian moaned, as it overflowed slightly
and ran down her crack into her asshole.
Wanda picked up a piece of chicken and dipped it in the
sauce in Jillian's pussy, making sure she brushed it up
against her clit as she pulled it out.
"Oooooohhhhhh!!" the tormented woman moaned again as
Wanda smiled and bit into the chicken wing.
"Mmmmmmm! Gotta try the sauce, girls!"
All seven of the teenagers crowded around the lewdly
displayed Jillian. They each took turns dipping their
chicken wings into her sauce, being very careful to brush
against her sensitive inner pussy lips and stiff clitoris.
Occasionally one would twirl a wing around the sauce
collecting in Jillian's asshole, brushing it upwards till
they were at her spasming pussy again. As the sauce got
eaten up they had to refill her several times.
Just as Cheline had warned, Jillian's moaning had
attracted a small crowd. Her previous audience from earlier
had crept back and were watching with fascination and
giggling. Jillian saw them through her tear-blurred eyes
and cried out to get them away.
"Get outta here!" Wanda yelled and threw a rock at them.
"This ain't something you oughta be seeing. Go home or so
help me I'll whup your asses too!"
The amused onlookers scrambled, giggling. They ran around
the side of the building but refused to leave entirely.
Several other people had also stopped by, fascinated by the
sight of seven black teenaged girls tormenting a tied up
naked white woman who was nearly twice their age.
The crowd respectfully kept their distance, though.
Wanda's gang was well known in the area and none of the
onlookers wanted to risk their wrath. They looked at the
pathetic squirmings of the mercilessly exposed and teased
Jillian and shuddered. What a horrible fate!
When the gang had finished with their chicken they went
back inside the building, leaving Jillian still tied and on
display. She was shivering and moving her head back and
forth, alternately pleading with anyone who could hear her
to let her go, or at least to let her cum...
The others watched from their distance. Although both
Jillian and the camcorder were left unattended, nobody
dared to touch either. They all knew who both belonged
to...
A mangy German Shepherd walked up to the table and
sniffed. He moved down between Jillian's spread thighs and
let his tongue take a swipe at the open pussy, glistening
with barbecue sauce.
"Nooo! Noooo! Get it away!!" she pleaded but the dog
continued licking her, enjoying the taste of the sauce.
They left her on display like that for about thirty
minutes. The dog stayed with her, licking her the entire
time, and causing her five shuddering orgasms...
