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Sonata of pain

Part 3

3. 

....The black woman suspended off the floor between the two pillars...
Her head hangs down and as Kleinman enters the room she looks up at
him, dazed.
The flogging begins and her gagged screams rebound off the hard walls.
He works on her for a half hour, works up a sweat, takes off his shirt,
circles around now, stands behind her.
He is lucky to have this luscious, big-ass nigger cunt. There are very
few blacks in Berlin.
He pulls his cock out to jerk off watching her sweat and writhe,
suspended and waiting.
She tries to look back at him, whimpering.
¡°Don¡¯t worry...¡± he tells her... ¡°Its coming...¡±
Kleinman strips off his clothes, kicking off his boots.
¡°...its coming...¡±
He stands behind his victim wielding the heavy lash.
She hasn¡¯t understood his words but she knows what is about to happen.
Her eyes are wide, her nostrils flaring... She continues trying to look
back at her attacker. She makes apprehensive sounds into the red gag.
¡°Goddamn nigger whore...¡± Kleinman growls. His eyes are hard. His cock
is fully erect and pointing upward.
He raises the whip off the floor. It makes a slithering noise and then
a whoosh as he makes it fly.
The screaming swoop of hard black leather lands with a harsh smack
across the black bitch¡¯s wide back.
She jumps in the ropes, scraping ankles and wrists, screaming into the
gag.
Her eyes are like the eyes of the terrified zebra running across the
plain ahead of the hungry tigers.
Kleinman gives her no time to recover from the first blow.
The torture of Ada Goldman, the vision of the three tortured jew-girls
in room seven burns like a fever in him.
He is already swinging the lash again.
His face is a show of hard white teeth.
¡°Dance!¡± he shouts.
The whip flies and flies, slashes, tears across beautiful black
ass-meat. Her strong leg muscles ripple as she kicks in mid-air.
¡°Dance you worthless nigger tramp!¡±
¡°DANCE!¡±
Hot searing pain makes the nigger-bitch buck and raise her gagged face
to the ceiling.
Her eyes plead for mercy to a distant African god.
Out on Haldenstrasse it has begun to rain.



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