Chapter 7
They didn't take mother out of her bondage. I could only imagine how her
body must have felt. Instead they again picked her up bodily and brought her in
front of me, this time putting her on her knees. Frank and Seth had to get down
low as well to do what they wanted. Straining with the effort they slid her
body against mine, finally getting her mouth wedged under my vulva. Her legs,
hips and up thrust tits were between my legs.
"Now, momma, get busy warming your little girl up. We're going to give her
the punishment you earned." I would have been mortified by any mouth against my
gaping privates, and when the full realization that it was my own mother
touching me sank in, I nearly fainted with embarrassment. She must have been
feeling the same as her face just rested against my mound for what seemed like
minutes. "Whack." My body jerked as if the whip had struck me, not knowing that
Jess had just lashed mother's tits with the cat o' nine tails. I felt a puff of
warm breath against my pink inner flesh before Jess said, "Get to it, worthless
bitch. Do you want your daughter to take your punishment without any comfort at
all? Get to work or I'll get a real whip and slash that hairy cunt of yours
till you beg to fuck her up the ass with your tongue."
Mother responded with something approaching enthusiasm, brushing her lips
back and forth to get past the light strips of curly hair over my pussy lips,
then kissing and running her tongue along the length of my inner flesh. I
almost forgot it was her, and almost forgot I was strapped naked in front of a
room full of people anxious to see me tortured. Damn it felt good when her long
wet tongue flicked over my swelling clitoris, even better than her trips down to
the tight mouth of my vagina. "Uh, uh, uh," I moaned, my hips taking on a life
of their own.
After exploring my private place for several minutes she made a prolonged
stop at the mouth of my vagina, running her tongue in and out, stabbing deep
enough to touch my virgin membrane. If this was what sex was like I wanted it
to last till the sun came up in the morning. I actually heard myself squeal, so
lost was I in the wonderful tension building in my loins. The burning pain from
nine leather thongs searing my back suddenly derailed my rapidly approaching
completion.
"Eeeeuuuhh," I shrieked, jerking in my bonds. Never had I suffered such pain
and indignity at the hands of strangers. As the white-hot fire in my back
cooled to a burning sting I shouted, "Stop it, stop it. Don't hit me again you
son of a bitch, Stop it." Rage at the insult of this low trash whipping me, the
daughter of Master Devoe, overcame me.
Jess walked around in front of me and put his face close to mine. I met his
stare with defiance. His jaws clenched in livid rage as he said, "You got
anything else to say before I decide how I'm going to break you down so far
you'll beg to lick my hairy ass and like it when you do?"
I looked him right in the eye and snarled, "Never." Part of my mind was
screaming at me that I was way over my head and acting like a spoiled child.
Another part was calling me a fool for interrupting the glorious wave I had been
riding. I told that voice it wasn't me who did the interrupting, but there was
still a feeling that if I had kept my mouth shut my pleasure would have come
even with the whip.
The first thing I had cause to regret was mother being dragged from under me
and casually shoved over on her side with the push of a dirty boot. Jess turned
and said, "Fellas I just decided we got to go about this thing a little
different than usual. Frank, get us a bottle. We got three days to get the job
done, anyway." I saw Seth give him a sharp look and Jess registered a contrite
expression. I was so surprised by this crack in his dominance of the other two
that I didn't stop to wonder how he came up with the same number of days we were
expected to be gone.
Rufus was released from his painful predicament, the cords removed from his
aching cock and balls. Then Moss was untied, leaving all three of the blacks
free. Jess called them over and talked to them friendly like in low tones. When
the group broke up mother and I were unbound. Both of us felt great relief in
different places. We were given no rest, however, and once more we both went to
the heavy table.
This time they forced us down on our backs from opposite ends. We wound up
with our heads side-by-side, butted up against each other's shoulder. The
spreader bar that had been used on mother was produced again and the four men,
two black, two white, worked together to my mortal embarrassment by pulling our
legs up and back toward our shoulders till our ankles overlapped, then lashed
our ankles wide apart on the bar. The last indignity to our already exposed
pussies was tying the ends of the bar to the sides of the table and cinching it
tight to force our legs down beside our breasts. This elevated our gaping
private parts straight up in the most embarrassing way imaginable.
Only then did we hear our fate. Jess said, "These bitches are still too
uppity. I think they need to feel a little more naked than the rest of us, and
it'll make for more fun with what I've got in mind. I suppose we could shave
them, but that wouldn't be near the fun or last near as long as plucking."
Our simultaneous protests were cut off abruptly by Jess, "One more word and
we'll whip them cunts of yours till you beg to be plucked, and I reckon it would
hurt a lot more after a good whipping."
The white men got out a bottle and some food, sitting down to watch as Rufus
and Moss stood above our upturned asses and set to work. Sometimes one,
sometimes a little cluster of pubic hair ripped out painfully with each pull.
Instead of a quick yank like a woman would do, they pulled slowly, making the
surrounding skin stretch until the hair would finally rip free. Each stinging
needle of pain was as bad as the last, and the ordeal went on and on. I was
luckier than momma, having far less hair. The only good thing that happened was
the white men got bored and had them leave a little diamond shaped pelt over
mother's pubic bone. I had already lost the last of my hair by then and had to
wait with my baby smooth mound sticking up. I couldn't stop looking down at
myself, and each time I flushed with humiliation. Even my clitoris was exposed.
When the slaves finished plucking, the white men came over, reeking of
whiskey. The three of them gathered around my upraised pussy. Looking down at
my blushing privates, Seth was the first to speak. "We seen a lot of pussy,
boss, but did you ever see a clitty like that? That pluckin musta made her
hot."
"Let's see," grinned Frank as he reached out and to the little finger of
sensitive flesh. He grasped it between his thumb and forefinger, and then
rubbed up and down the nub. A jolt of pleasure coursed through the little shaft
and spread delicious sensations through my sex as I gasped and began to whimper
softly with unwanted arousal. This was somehow a more shameful submission to
these brutes than breaking down under the whip would be.
Despite my desperate effort to block my arousal, my body betrayed me
shamefully. The leering men kept up an obscene dialogue as the little shaft
swelled to resemble a baby's finger, standing out and twitching for more. Had
it not been for my determined resistance I would have lost myself in the
wonderful sensations. I was headed there even against my will when Jess told
Frank to stop.
