Chapter 9
All eight people in the room were now naked and it gave me an eerie feeling,
like I had taken leave of my senses. I had come in a few hours from hardly
knowing what a naked man looked like, to being with four of them at the same
time. My loins were stirring again, and for the first time it really hit me
that I would not get out of that room without being raped and forced into doing
all sorts of things my upbringing told me were disgusting and perverse. All I
had been taught about sex was that husbands had rights and it was a wife's duty
to submit to his demands when she couldn't gracefully avoid it. Once again I
felt the anger rise. It would be a cold day on the Devil's playground when I
begged to stick my tongue up a man's rectum.
Jess slowly got to his feet, his long cock and pendulous scrotum hanging way
down and swaying as he moved. Moss and Rufus were clearly under his control,
and I felt relieved that it was he and not Seth. Jess said, "We'll start with a
limbering up session. String the bitches up facing each other so they can get
hot watching somebody they love in pain. Now don't waste your time begging
ladies, cause this is just the start of my plans for your pain and our
entertainment."
Minutes later mother and I hung eight feet apart, our wrists cuffed a little
more than shoulder width apart by chains to overhead cross beams. Our feet were
off the ground and lord did my wrists and shoulders hurt. Mother's melon shaped
breast were pulled up and thrusting out provocatively. Though her legs were
straight, the naked crease of her swollen nether lips was clearly visible below
her pubic mound. We looked into each other's eyes for courage.
Sitting off to our side the white men were again lounging in their chairs.
Sissy knelt before Seth, her hands on his ball sack and the base of his thick
member. She had her mouth over him and was licking the head and shaft with
enthusiasm. Jess sat in the middle looking at us with a lazy smile, his prick
only slightly swollen and again laying across his thigh. Frank's tool had grown
considerably while he sat leering at us and stroking himself slowly.
I wished they would get up and get on with it, but they just sat there. And
then I saw Moss and Rufus at the wall where all the equipment was. They turned
toward us, each carrying a leather belt with a wooden handle on one end. Jess
grinned and said, "Ever the considerate gentleman, I'm making them use straps
that won't do any permanent damage, but will still make your important parts
more sensitive for when we get to the really painful games. I want you boys to
give them twenty on the ass, and don't lose my respect by going easy or you'll
find yourselves in their place. Now take turns, starting with the foul mouth
little bitch."
I braced myself inwardly, determined not to give them the satisfaction of a
scream. The strap landed with a force that jerked my pelvis forward and hurt my
wrists as I swayed. Pain exploded in a band across my buttocks, both cheeks
lighting up like a brush fire. I didn't make a sound, but I nearly swallowed my
tongue to keep from doing so. Determined not to be shamed, mother remained
silent when she was struck. As Jess suspected, the sight of momma's shapely
body jerking under the strap started another kind of warmth in my female organs.
"Whack," came the next blow, flattening my firm cheeks and making them jiggle as
the blaze in my ass flared again. Mother's eyes locked on mine and we held each
other's gaze, hardly noticing the facial contortions each blow caused as the
beating continued. Some kind of strong new bond formed as we suffered together,
both determined despite the quiet tears we shed, to be strong for the other.
The growing warmth in my loins told me that this bond between us was partly
sexual, and for the first time I stopped fighting against my arousal.
Twenty lashes were endured in silence, the crack of the straps on tortured
flesh the only sound in the room.
