Brazilian Torture Ranch

By Shabbadew2002

Contact me @ ad1947@gmail.com 

Chapter 1

Lost and Found

It started out as a two-week vacation in Brazil.  The plan was to visit the Mato Grosso which Sandra was anxious to see before it was gone forever.  They planned the trip as a way to heal the rifts between them. A project they could share and help them bond. For Alan and his daughter, it became a decent into another world, but in the end it did create a new relationship for them.

In a way, it all began when her parents divorced and Sandra chose to live with him.  She had always been “daddy’s girl”.  Later, after college, she met someone and got engaged.  That relationship fell apart and she was pregnant.  She was nearly out of money, so Daddy came to the rescue.  This is how she came to live with him again.  He, in turn, arranged and paid for an abortion.  Sandra in due time found work close to his home and for awhile things got back to normal. 

But there were some tensions between father and daughter. Alan felt she was in denial about herself and that she made bad decisions. She felt he was trying to control her. This led to some heated discussions and the relationship became strained.  Alan, seeking to make peace, suggested they do something together - like a vacation.  And so the trip to Brazil was discussed and decided upon.  Pretty Sandra, at the time of their trip, was 23 years old.  Alan, a business owner, was 47. 

First, they flew to San Paolo and spent a day there.  The dinner that night and the excitement of being one of the world’s largest cities gave their vacation a good start.  Then they flew by shuttle plane to Puerto Suarez and rented a car.  They were headed towards Cuiabá in the Pantanal area in the Mato Grosso. They spent two days touring and staying at night in hotels or inns Alan had booked online. There was a lot to see and do and Sandra took a lot of pictures. On the third day out, Alan was driving slowly.  He didn’t think they were lost - but the road signs in Portuguese that day had him confused.  It was about one o’clock.

 

They’d stopped earlier at a village to eat brunch in a little café.  Sandra was studying the map.  When they rounded a bend, just ahead was a long-walled compound that seemed to go on forever.  Then there was a gate.  It was the entrance to a huge ranch - a fazenda.  They slowed and both peered at the gate. Then Sandra saw the orchids.  These were the same ones that were featured on the National Geographic special about Brazil.  She begged her Dad to stop the car.

“Oh, I gotta look.”

 Sandra got and examined the flowers growing on a stand of palm trees close by the ranch’s gate.   They were rare Miranda orchids, which only grew in the Mato Grosso.   Sandra loved orchids.  There was something female and sexy about the way they looked and smelled…. Alan got out, slightly bored that she was stopping for flowers.

 

“Let’s not take too long. I want to get to the hotel by nightfall.”

 

Just then, the gate swung open. . . . 

 

“Looks like we’ve got company,” Alan said.

 

Two men strode out. Both wore rough work clothes and had revolvers on their hips.

 

"Can we help you,” the older man asked?

 

"Uh, we just stopped to admire the flowers,” Alan said eyeing them a bit nervously as he spied the guns.

 

“This is private property.  This land belongs to Senhor Carvalho.   Those are some of his favorite flowers.”

 

 The older man was brown skinned, of average height, but heavy with a big stomach, a moustache` and big hands. His partner was a good looking young man, tall and slender, maybe 6’3”, light brown in skin color and clean shaven with close cropped hair.  He looked boldly at Sandra. 

She saw he was giving her the look.  She was wearing a sleeveless peach-and strawberry colored tube top - cut a little low, a short denim skirt and sandals.  Sandra was pretty; average in height and about 135 lbs., with a curvy 36C-28-38 figure. She had thick, dark brown hair which she wore to her shoulders, a sexy mouth, brown eyes and small hands and feet.  Since Sandra wore glasses, she looked like a hot, naughty librarian.  Proud of her breasts, they were capped with big brown nipples that often stood up and poked thru the thin material of her blouses and bras.  She enjoyed the looks she was getting.

 

The man said by way of introduction, “Come in. I am Danilo.  I see you appreciate the orchids.  The Patrão may give you a tour of his garden.” 

“The Patrão,” asked Alan? “Who is the Patrão?”

“Senhor Carvalho is the Patrão, Senhor.  He owns everything you see for many miles,” he said, waving his hand.  “Come.....You can follow me in your car.”

 

Alan was a little unsure, but Sandra wanted to see more of the spectacular orchids and she let him know she wanted to go inside by squeezing his arm.  With that, they both got back in the car.  He drove and turned it around to follow the men thru the gate.  The two men got in a jeep, parked just inside the gate, and led the way. 

The roadway to the main house was not paved, but was bordered with stone.  They went past fields of wheat and orchards filled with ripe fruit.  As they approached, there were long bunkhouses to the left and on their right was a hedge surrounding what Sandra surmised was a garden.  Looming ahead was the main house – a big, rambling white painted rancho with a tiled roof.

The jeep pulled up and stopped.  Both men got out and seeing this, Alan parked the car and got out, followed by Sandra.  The older man came over and pointed out the garden. The younger man smiled at Sandra, so she smiled back at him. Sandra’s taste in men ran mostly to intellectuals. 

 

Danilo surprised both of them by saying simply, “I have to frisk you for weapons.  We cannot be too careful.  It’s OK. Just lean on your car,” he said with some authority, as he pointed to the front fender of their rental car.

 

Alan started to say something, but when the kid put his hand on the butt of his revolver – the subtle gesture made him change his mind.  Alan leaned on the car and Sandra followed suit.  When Sandra saw it was the kid who was going to frisk her, she squeezed her butt cheeks together unconsciously.

 

Danilo quickly patted Alan down.  The younger one, having an attractive female to frisk, gave Sandra a slower, more “personal” examination. He didn’t speak much English.  So to get her to do what he wanted, he just nudged the inside of Sandra’s ankles with his foot to make her spread her legs wider.  

Sandra, in this position, felt herself slipping into a passive state of mind - bent over in the humiliating position. She felt the first, faint stirrings of personal sexual excitement, as the kid started to frisk her.  She bit her lip as she tried to keep her mind off of what she was feeling or showing any sign of what was stirring in her loins. 

 

As he went from her armpits to her waist and then went under her breasts, she got “goose-bumps”.  Then his hands went down to her waist and lower to her hips.  Then he ran his hands up and down both the inside and outside of her thighs, from her knees to her crotch, savoring her curves.  Sandra had a hard time stifling a gasp as he felt her up.

 

As his hands roamed under her skirt, her sex nerves went on high alert.  Warm impulses stirred in her breasts and nipples and between her legs when he slowly slid his hands up the smooth insides to move closer to her crotch.  This made her pussy hot and caused it to swell. And when he patted her ass, Alan looked over and bristled at what was going on.  He saw the tail end as the kid felt her up.

“Is this really necessary,” he asked Danilo?

“It’s a necessary precaution in this part of the world, Senhor. It is not a problem,” he said soothingly.

 

Then it was done.  Danilo told them to wait and then began talking to the kid in Portuguese.  Sandra saw the younger one saying something that made the older man chuckle.  She knew he had told him that he had felt her up.  Alan was still upset after being frisked.  ‘What sort of a place is this,’ he wondered.

 

Looking around, they both noticed more armed men.  The fazenda was a well guarded place.  There was a courtyard with tall trees off to one side.   A few smaller cottages and vineyards were visible to the left of the big house fronted by a big, colonnaded porch.

Presently, two more men approached.  One man wore a khaki military style shirt.  He was a shade less than six feet tall and powerfully built…maybe 220 to 230 lbs.   He was very dark skinned and sweaty, with a face that looked like it had seen prison.   The other man average in height and weight had a tough street kid look about him and was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, in his early twenties and dark complexioned. 

 

Danilo started an animated conversation with the man in the military shirt.   Father and daughter stood by waiting.  They both gestured at the main house.  Finally, the man in the military shirt spoke to Alan.

 

“My name is Cornelio.  I’m the foreman here.  I will bring you to meet the Patrão,” he said in heavily accented English.

He shook hands with Alan but kept his eyes on Sandra almost the whole time.  She had the distinct feeling that he was sizing her up.  He had a goatee and his head was shaved.  He was a pretty rough looking customer.

 

Sandra, whose sleeveless top showed a lot of cleavage, ignored him.  She didn’t like his looks and found his attentions intimidating.  The four, Cornelio, Danilo, Marco, the young one who frisked Sandra, and Kleber, the dark-skinned tough looking kid, escorted them up the steps of the porch and inside.  The four talked among themselves in Portuguese. 

Marco told Cornelio how he felt Sandra up and thought she liked it, despite her protestations.  Cornelio grinned at that.  Sandra snuck peeks at Marco as he told his story.  She knew he was talking about her.  Everywhere they looked there was old wood, leather furniture, and expensive paintings. 

Sandra turned to her father, “I wonder what this guy is like?”

 

“I know he’s rich.”

 

“Yeah, I think you’re right about that.”

 

Chapter 2

The Patrão

They were ushered down a long hallway and into a library.  Seated behind a huge desk, framed by a huge window, was a paunchy, white man in his early fifties, wearing aviator-type glasses.  His face was lined and pockmarked and he had one eye that was a little crooked.  Not a handsome man, by any means. His thick hair was black and flecked with gray.  

 

He had a pencil-thin moustache and his physique was nothing out of the ordinary. He wore soft leather boots and gabardine trousers with a sharply pressed, cotton, ivory shirt worn outside his trousers.  He looked like he was pure Portuguese.  This was the Patrão – Senhor Helio Carvalho.

 

Cornelio pointed to chairs in front of the desk - motioning for them to sit.  Cornelio spoke in Portuguese to this boss.  Patrão listened as the foreman told him about the couple.  The Patrão cleared his throat and began speaking in good English.  He waved to the men and they departed....All but Cornelio, who stationed himself by the door.

 

The Patrão had a funny way of talking.  He’d say something, very quiet  . . . make a small joke or a play on words.  Then he would smile or chuckle at his own attempt at humor.  He did this repeatedly; it was a strange way of talking.  He listened attentively when Sandra told him about her love of flowers and what she thought of his orchids.

He asked Sandra if she would like a tour of his garden.  She did and agreed without asking her father whether he wanted to or not.  Alan was cool with it and it was settled.  They chatted for a few more minutes and Alan asked about the guns the men wore.

In his quiet manner Senhor Carvalho said, “this is the Mato Grosso, Senhor.  In this part of Brazil, there are many bandits.  Here, I am the law.  I believe the law, like the church, must be strict.  I am very strict.” 

 

With that, he looked over at Cornelio and smiled.  The tough guy smiled back at his boss, sharing some private joke.  The he escorted them out to the garden.  It was a lush and beautiful place and Sandra “oohed” and “ahhed” the whole time.  Alan wasn’t as interested, but it was an impressive garden.  Carvalho inquired as to what plans they had for the rest of their time in Brazil. 

As they got the end of his tour, he turned to them and said, “You will stay here, as my guests.”

Sandra smiled and turned to Alan. The look she gave him said, ‘yes, let’s stay’. 

“No, we shouldn’t impose.”

“Oh, Dad….we should consider the invitation,” Sandra said sweetly.

“Let’s have a drink and discuss it,” the Patrão said.

Alan agreed to that. The sat down on a patio behind the house and drinks were brought by the help.  Alan accepted a glass of wine.  The Patrão’s men reappeared and stood guard at a discrete distance.  The conversation was general but soon, Sandra chatted on and on and Alan felt she was acting a little silly.  But Sandra was unfazed and went on and on.

She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs and flipping her hair. The Patrão smiled politely at her foolish chatter.  He had sized her up as a silly, foolish North American girl with a repressed but slutty nature.  He already had a plan in mind. The Patrão continued to encourage her to talk. It was all to his advantage.  They were feeling relaxed after two drinks.  The Patrão offered Alan a cigar and joined him in a smoke. There had been another mention, by their host about staying at the fazenda, but since Alan was non-committal, the Patrão let it ride. 

After one exchange, the Patrão looked over at Alan and said, “Ah, some women....they need the whip,” he said with a smile, looking directly at Sandra.

“Senhor, you know what I mean - do you not,” he asked Alan?

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Alan said.

“Your daughter needs some discipline....is this not so?”

Something in the way Carvalho said ‘discipline’, made the hair on the back of Alan’s neck stand up.  He found the conversation unsettling...disturbing....and decided, in that moment, that they should be on their way.  He stood up to leave.

“Well, Senhor Carvalho, we appreciate your hospitality, but I think we should be going.”

“It is fortunate that fate brought you to my front gate.  Sit down, Senhor.  I have decided that you are staying here as my ‘guests’.”

“Oh…...no…we have to be going….Ah….I must insist that we be on our way,” averred Alan.

“Sit down, Senhor.”

“Look….I thank you for the drinks, but we have to be going.  You can’t hold us here against our will,” Alan said.

“I can’t?  Look around you Senhor….”

At that, Alan looked over and saw that the four men had their hands on the butts of their revolvers.  Their faces were hard and they were looking right at Alan.

“Daddy,” Sandra said haltingly.

Alan jumped up and reached for his daughter…….Now, the Patrão let his true face be shown.....With that Carvalho motioned to his men.  The big foreman came over and grabbed Sandra.  Alan was taken by Kleber and Danilo as he tried to get up and shoved back into his chair.

Alan looked at Carvalho and stared, wondering what this man was planning.  Carvalho was enjoying the psychological game. Soon, he would plunge Sandra into depravities and make her father watch, for the Patrão lived like a lord in that corner of Brazil.   He was a widower with two grown children married and living in San Paolo.   Since his wife’s death, he had given full reign to his kinky desires. 

He enjoyed exploiting women.  His victims: local women, tourists, vendors. He had them simply taken, held hostage and subjected them to an assortment of indignities, punishment and torments mostly centered on their sex organs. They would also be raped and sodomized by him and his men. 

He liked to take a woman, break her down and to expose the raw, naked slut he felt was inside every woman.   A couple was often the most entertaining.  The pain and humiliation the man experienced as his woman was humiliated, abused and raped added to the Patrão’s pleasure. 

His four henchmen: Cornelio, Danilo, Marco and Kleber had all been well chosen.  They were rough men....good at their day jobs and good at the special tasks he set for them.  They all had trouble with the law, but the Patrão took care of that.   But what really qualified them - why Carvalho selected them - were their sadistic talents.   They did everything to his victims that he told them and more.  No one had ever successfully resisted Carvalho or brought him to justice.  His victims had been too embarrassed or intimidated to do anything.  Sandra and Alan were in the web of a spider.

They both protested, Alan most vigorously, but it soon became obvious that they were being kidnapped in broad daylight.  For what purpose, they didn’t know, but dark thoughts of a Brazilian trade in stolen body parts for medical purposes crossed Alan’s mind.  Sandra wondered if she was to be molested. Something that had disturbed her ever since Marco “frisked” her. Now, the possibility of real abuse hung in the air and her underarms grew damp with nervous perspiration.

Chapter 3

The Flush

They hauled Sandra and Alan over to a low building behind the main house.  There was a big padlock on the door, and the Patrão selected a key from a big ring of keys, unlocked the door and threw it open.  Pushed inside, both of them were shocked.  There were cabinets lining the walls and, against the far wall, a cross was mounted.  There was a heavy wooden wheel, the type used in medieval torture.

Whips, canes, ropes, straps and paddles hung on hooks. There were various machines resting on metal gurneys, a naked metal bed frame and a desk and chairs.  The cabinets held various medical implements and devices such as clamps, probes, enema equipment, catheters and electrical devices. 

Dominating the room was an adjustable medical examination table complete with stirrups and straps.  It didn’t take much imagination to see that the room was a torture chamber.  Alan’s mouth grew dry as he looked around.  Sandra’s palms and under arms were wet with sweat as Carvalho turned to Alan. 

“My hobby is what you call in North America, bondage and discipline.  I like to whip a woman - among other things.  I have decided your daughter would be good to train.  So, your vacation is going to take a detour.  You will stay here and I will train your daughter.  You’ll get watch what we do to her. 

Since, you may not want to watch, you will be bound to that chair,” he said pointing to a heavy wooden chair with arms.  Alan began struggling violently, but he was no match for the men assigned to bind him. He was soon strapped hand and foot to the chair and gagged. Marco and Kleber held onto Sandra. The Patrão turned on his walkie-talkie and was heard to bark at someone in Portuguese.

In a moment, the door opened and a middle-aged woman came in. She smiled at Alan.  She was half-black, and her hair was pulled back in a crude ponytail.  She was heavy-set, but attractive in a gross sort of way. This was Josilene. She was accompanied by a small, older Asian man.  This was “Doctor” Kazuyoshi Ikeda.  He was a second generation Brazilian (the largest Japanese colony outside Japan is in Brazil) who had once been a gynecologist in San Paolo. 

That is before he was arrested and lost his license to practice medicine.  It seems he had been drugging women and having his way with them.  All was well until one of the women he abused was the daughter of a prominent and well connected citizen.  It was a very quick and slippery slope.  That is until the Patrão rescued him. The doctor was in his fifties....a short, slim man with thinning hair, a paunch and wire rimmed glasses. 

The Patrão sat down to direct the show.  Sandra, squirming in Marco’s and Kleber’s grasp, gulped as she looked around.  Her resistance was crumbling.

Carvalho turned to Marco and said, “Let her go.”

Sandra rubbed her arm, which Marco had twisted behind her back.  “What are you going to do to me,” she asked?

“Everything,” he said with a smile!

Sandra gulped and looked at her Dad, tied and gagged.  Her fascination with the orchids had landed them in hot water.  

The Patrão said, “Strip.”

Sandra looked down at the floor. 

“Please let us go, we won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

Carvalho smiled and his men just laughed at her. 

“Either you take all your clothes off, or I’ll have Marco and Kleber rip them off. It’s your choice.  Marco here has been ready to strip you since he checked you for weapons,” he said smiling.

Sandra looked at Marco and blushed.  Then she looked at all five men, and at her Dad.  This was going to be horrible.  She was horrified that they were going to make her get naked and that her Dad was going to see her nude.
This would be another emotional shock.

She coughed, and then took off her glasses and reached down to grab the hem of her top.  Alan’s eyes grew wide as his daughter began exposing herself.   After this, her skirt was next. Now she was standing there in her bra and panties.  She was blushing furiously as she reached behind to unhook her bra. 

She let it fall forward….exposing her breasts.  Sandra’s big brown nipples were revealed and her full tits bobbed and jiggled prettily as she bent to her task.  Marco took her clothes as she stripped.  Finally she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and off, exposing her pussy and ass.  She stood there in her sandals - letting her arms hang by her sides...

Alan had not seen his daughter naked since she was a child.  Her body was a shock to his senses.  She was heavy-breasted and wide-hipped with full thighs and heavy buttocks.  Her pussy, seen fully from the front, was very hairy.  A thick mat of black hair covered her labia and Venus mount.

Alan tried at first not to look, but then his male curiosity got the best of him and he just gaped at his daughter’s her big, dimpled bottom and her apple sized breasts that bobbed and jiggled erotically with their big, brown nipples and aureoles as she clumsily responded to being on display.

Danilo, Kleber and Marco smiled as Cornelio spun her around.  The intake of breath…the nodding…the looks and the vulgar, crude comments in Portuguese began as soon as she started to undress and reached a crescendo when Cornelio made her turn this way and that.

 

Cornelio made her bend over to show her crack.  Alan tried not to look, but it was almost impossible to ignore the full exposed nudity of his only child.  Naked and on display in front of the men, he saw her nipples erecting and getting puckered, whether from fear or arousal, he couldn’t tell.  Cornelio pushed her over to the gyno table and Sandra, trembling now, got up on the table. As she clambered up she looked over her shoulder at her father and then lay down – covering her face with her hands. 

She lay there submissively on the rubber sheet; her legs tight together, lest she reveal to everyone, including her father, her slit and her crack.  The Patrão came over, grinned and then announced, “I can always tell a slut. Ever since I was a young man, I have chased sluts….caught them…..fucked them… and tortured them. I can spot them a mile away, as you say in Estados Unidos.

And you,” he said to Sandra, pausing for effect, “are a slut. I’m going to prove it.  I’m going to examine you.  If you get wet; if you cum, you’re here for the rest of your vacation.  If you control yourself, you go free. Do you understand?”

Sandra was mortified. She finally understood what she was facing.

She bit her lip, worried that she would fail. Alan, bound and gagged, couldn’t say or do anything, but he was praying that his daughter would be able to control herself.

Carvalho made her spread her legs.  It was about 10 days before her period and her vaginal secretions were thick and ‘cheesy’.  As Carvalho examined her, Sandra’s breathing deepened and then she began panting.  She was determined to control her reactions, but as the Patrão played with her clitoris and fingered her vagina, soon her cunt began to drool with thin, clear juices.  Before too long, her labia, clitoris, and perineum were wet and smelly.  The Patrão remarked on this.

 

“You failed this part of the test….haven’t you?” 

 

Sandra groaned in emotional pain and shame as he continued to pull on her piss flaps, rub her clitoris and stick his fingers in her hole.  He penetrated her with two fingers and felt around with his palm facing up until he found what he was looking for: her G-spot.  He used his other hand to press on her tummy - then palpated and pressed on the bumpy patch until he had her squirming and wriggling like a fish. 

She tried with all her might to resist him; but as he frigged her faster, she grunted, moaned and then came with gush of pussy juice to wet his hand.  Alan stared as his daughter’s pussy spurted like a fountain.  He realized to his horror that his prick had gotten stiff.  He had hoped that, somehow, she would not respond, but now she had cum and they were condemned to spend their vacation in the hands of this monster and his henchmen.

Carvalho noticed the bulge in his pants and said to him, “its exciting watching a woman lose control isn’t it?” 

He went to a cabinet and removed a vibrator with a big domed head. He turned it on to test it and then brought it over to the table.  Sandra looked at it and groaned. He turned it on and held it against her clitoris until he made her cum and spurt again.

Carvalho turned to Dr. Ikeda and said, “We know what she is. Now, give her a flush.”

To Sandra, hiding her face with her right arm, he said, “well…..you showed your true colors.  Now you’re mine.  To make sure you obey my every command this week, the doctor is going to give you the flush.  You’ll do anything you’re told after that.”

Sandra groaned and began begging him for mercy.  This made him laugh.  She watched nervously as Kleber wheeled a device with dials and tubes mounted on a gurney over to the table and plugged it into an electrical outlet on the wall. The colonic machine had a big two-gallon container mounted below.   Kleber filled it with hot water from a hose and the device was soon humming with power. 

Ikeda told Kleber and Marco, “Ok, strap her down.”

He had Marco and Kleber make her lift her legs up and spread them apart. They strapped her wrists over her head and then her ankles and knees into the stirrups. Sandra felt totally exposed and no sooner had she come to grips with the humiliation she felt, then she saw her father staring at her.

The knee-chest position gave Alan a bird’s eye view of his daughter’s exposed pussy and asshole with her legs wide open. This position revealed her clitoris poking out from under its hood…as well as the vaginal opening.  The doctor began fiddling with the dials and knobs; and then he fished around in a drawer on the gurney and took out a tube of lubricant. 

The doctor took his time, as fearful anticipation was an important part of the torture. Sandra’s heart sank as she waited. Being strapped to the table heightened her sense of helplessness. It was well padded but by the time her wrist and ankle straps had been adjusted and tightened, any real movement was impossible and the position became increasingly stressful.

The doctor pulled on a latex glove and used his index finger to scoop up a blob of coconut butter that had the juice of a hot pepper mixed in.  Smiling, he smeared it all over her anus – and then worked into her asshole.  He twisted his finger around to smear the grease in her rectum and Sandra shuddered.  She knew this violation, the penetration of her anus, was only the preliminary.

Sandra was anxious, wondering what came next, as the doctor removed his finger and showed her a 5" hard, black rubber nozzle with a bulbous tip. He attached it to a clear plastic tube connected to the machine.  Ikeda lubed the nozzle with the coconut butter and pressed it against her anus. He pushed and finding resistance, pushed harder until it popped into her rectum.  Sandra groaned in pain as her anal sphincter was stretched and violated. 

He pushed it until it was all the way in her rectum. Sandra held her breath   until she felt the flange pressing up against her sphincter. “Oh….,” was all she said, but the look on her face was priceless.

With the nozzle wedged in her rectum, the grease began to burn.  The scorching feeling grew and then raged.  It would eventually be replaced by a maddening itch, but for now it burned like kerosene.  The first flush she was to receive was a full two quarts of steaming hot water. 

Alan stared at the sharp contrast of his daughter’s white buttocks….her brown hole….her hairy pussy and the black nozzle inserted all the way into her asshole. He watched as her anus twitched and squeezed the invading nozzle.  It was sexy to see, despite the shameful feelings it aroused in him.  He shook his head at how quickly their vacation had spun out of control! 

Sandra lay there, feeling violated and waited.  She tried to relax, but as soon as the doctor turned a dial and water began flowing - she felt immediate pressure and began to groan and whimper. The clear plastic tube allowed the doctor to see the water passing thru the tube into the nozzle and into her.  As the hot water filled her rectum, Sandra groaned.

Fiddling with the dials, Ikeda increased the water pressure.  Soon, the water began to invade her colon.  As it did so, she began to writhe and squirm on the table.  Since she was well secured, her movement was limited, but her wriggling was erotic as the water had its way with her. 

Sandra had to take two hot quarts, though there were a lot of groans and panting as the load caused cramps.  Alan could tell by his daughter's whining and groaning that it was most disagreeable.   Sandra, feeling very full, began to plead for relief. The doctor turned a dials adding a pulsing element to the inflow, and this made Sandra moan and groan louder.

“Oh God……it hurts…….oh….God……help me……ohhhh….oh…ohhhhhh….uuhhhh…..ohhhhhhhh….OH…..Oh…..OHHHH!”

The hot water made her internal muscles relax and forced the viscera to expand.  It was soon a terrible torture, as it taxed the stretch receptors horribly.   Doctor Ikeda made her sadistically hold the two hot quarts for awhile before he threw the switch and began vacuuming the water and her stools from her bowels.

She kept her eyes closed and her whimpers added to the symphony of wet embarrassing sounds and the smell as the contents of her bowels filled the holding tank. This guaranteed she would be totally humiliated.  The humiliating posture on the table and the way the machine extracted her shit ignited deeply shameful feelings in her.

After Ikeda sucked it all out, he shut it down. He had Marco fetch some ice from a small refrigerator in the corner of the room. Marco filled the machine’s tank with cold water and added the ice.  Ikeda then turned on the machine again, adjusted the knobs and began to give her the ice water – slowly. 

This cold enema produced unbearable cramps. As one quart and then a second was pumped into her, she groaned in pain as these cramps, worse than those she felt with the hot water flush, wracked her body.  The cold water forced her guts to contract painfully and she began sobbing.  In truth, the cramps that Sandra now felt were worse than any menstrual cramps she had ever experienced. This part of the flush gave Sandra the feeling a woman would experience in the early stages of labor!

Alan was squirming on his chair, bound as he was.  His mind was aflame. He was watching the doctor torturing his daughter. What was most disturbing was that he found himself excited.  Any normal straight man finds the display of a naked girl arousing, of course. 

The fact that the girl was being tortured was his daughter tortured complicated this and created a terrible dilemma for him.  Alan, like many fathers, had found his daughter sexually attractive; but to see her tortured and discovering that this was arousing was distressing in the extreme.  He was devastated…..

The cramps rippling thru her guts drove Sandra to distraction. The burning in her asshole had been replaced by a terrible itching, but the cramps were so intense that they dominated her mind and body.  She kept babbling about how much it hurt and begged for release.

“OH…..God…..……oh….god….help me…..it hurts……oh shit…….oh….oooohhhhhhh…….OH God…..take it out …….TAKE IT OUT….OH GOD…. please…….uh…uh…uh…uh….ohhhh…..oh GOD!”

Ikeda had Kleber fetch a well-oiled leather strap mounted on a wooden handle, which had been hanging on the wall.  Sandra was wriggling and writhing in her bonds, as the cramps were driving her crazy and the grease was now itching terribly.  Ikeda was now going to whip her to make her suffer even more.  He slowly drew the flat, gleaming strap through his hand, and then doubled it, making it "crack" sharply when he pulled it taut. 

Grinning, he began stroking her spread ass cheeks and thighs making her gasp at the touch of his hand.  Alan was overwhelmed at the submissive position his daughter had been put into and her reactions. When the doctor began whipping her on her butt and the back of her thighs, his penis got stiff. Sandra began to groan, moan and begged for him to stop.  He ignored her pleas and beat her methodically….bending over periodically to whisper something in her ear…then resuming the strapping.  Alan got more excited watching her being whipped.

When he was done, Sandra’s bottom was red hot; it looked like raw beef.  She was sobbing and whining as the cramps, her itching asshole and now her beaten butt cheeks and thighs had her in hell.  Bound and gagged, Alan found himself in hell too. He felt guilt and shame at being hard. It was a terrible combination.

Ikeda reversed the flow and the brown water was sucked out.  Following this, the doctor, crisp in his white lab coat, prepared her for further torment.  Alan watched him re-set the dials on the machine for a third flush.  This infusion contained warm water and would be the really painful one as Ikeda planned to pump a gallon into her and then keep adding more until she reached her personal limits.   He added a pulsing cycle that would make the water fill her in spurts.  As he began to fill her, he pulled and pushed on the nozzle (in effect, fucking her) in the ass and Sandra began to moan again…..

As he fucked her in the ass with the nozzle and the water filled her rectum it pressed on the nerves on the front wall of her vagina and this made her pussy drool to wet her labia and perineum.  When he took his hand off the nozzle, her anal sphincter began involuntarily squeezing the thick black nozzle in rhythm with the contractions in her vagina, as Alan stared. Josilene, who had been standing back, now came over and made eye contact with Alan.

“You’re hard….aren’t you,” she said motioning to the tent in his pants. 

Alan, ashamed, tried to ignore her.  But she reached down and began to rub the bulge and give it little playful squeezes.  It was obscene.  Here he was, bound and gagged, being forced to watch a man torturing his daughter and this fat, black woman was playing with his prick.  Never in a hundred years could Alan have imagined such a scene. She whispered in his ear, giving him little licks and kisses there.  Then end result was that, try as he might, Alan couldn’t get his prick to go down.

‘Oh, God help us,’ Alan thought to himself!

In the meantime, Sandra was feeling sexual pleasure from what the doctor and the machine were doing to her. The enema’s pulsing distention of her rectum put pressure on the sensitive stretch receptors and vaginal nerves – and her arousal, as it stimulated the sex nerves of her pelvic floor, became apparent. She was groaning sexily now. Alan watched her writhe on the table as Josilene teased him.

  At three quarts though it got really painful and began to overwhelm any sexual feelings Sandra was feeling. She began crying out as soon four full quarts filled her colon.  Ikeda now enemated her very slowly, turning the machine to a lower setting…

“She’ll blow soon,” he said to Carvalho, who smiled at this.

After a fifth quart of water was forced into her bowels, she began gagging and then retching. Ikeda motioned to Marco to get an enamel basin ready.  He stood by and as she turned her head to the right, he held the basin under her chin as she vomited.  This was very nasty part of the torment as her vomit contained some small turds of shit.  So much water had been forced into her that it pushed past her pyloric valve and went up into her stomach.  This forced her to vomit. The men clapped when Ikeda made this happen.  To be so filled that it backed up and came out of your mouth was the climax of the “flush”.

Sandra’s eyes were red from crying and her chin was wet with drool - she was a sad sight.  Alan felt totally mind fucked by what he had seen. She groaned and sobbed as she lay there displaying her huge, swollen belly with the nozzle still embedded in her asshole.  It was humiliating as she looked like a helpless, beached whale.

Alan was amazed at how big her belly was.  She had taken nearly six quarts of water. It had been a cruel penetration and filling. In fact, her swollen belly made her look like she was heavily pregnant. It made the flush a metaphor for rape and impregnation. Penetration of the nozzle, ejaculation of warm fluid and as the belly swelled – impregnation. Finally the expulsion of the load or giving “birth”…

Ikeda reversed the machine and began sucking the water from her guts.  Sandra, lying on her back, closed her eyes the whole time. It was very humiliating. Once he vacuumed the enormous enema from her bowels, Ikeda extracted the nozzle.

Chapter 4

Pussy Whipped

Kleber and Marco then adjusted the stirrups so that her legs were almost over her head and spread wide. They were getting her ready for another whipping.  As she was bent nearly double Alan eyes were drawn again to Sandra’s hairy, full-lipped, womanly vulva. The position caused her pussy to gape - the fleshy lips exposing the velvety pink lining within.

This next torment was awful too. First, Ikeda introduced a lemon-sized dildo lubricated with the coconut butter and hot pepper juice into her vagina so that it spread her labia and made her clitoris protrude. Then he rubbed some of the butter on her clitoris and under the hood – inflaming the pea-sized organ and making it swell. Finally, he gagged Sandra with a red rubber ball mounted on a length of surgical tubing and took a remote control in hand.  He pushed a switch, pressed a button and the dildo in Sandra’s vagina began vibrating.

She soon began drooling with the gag in her mouth….adding to her suffering. Alan saw the frantic expression in his daughter’s eyes, as her nervous system was overloaded once again. Ikeda told Cornelio to fetch a small "cat-o-nine tails" from a hook on the wall.

He told the foreman, “Whip the slut’s pussy and asshole.”

The small whip was designed for use on the genitals and anus, as the leather lashes were only 12” long.  Cornelio stood in front of her and used the whip to work over her entire pubic area. It made a cruel nasty sound as it landed on her wet crotch and Sandra’s pitiful screams, muffled by the gag, filled the room as he methodically whipped her pussy and asshole.

Josilene was now being more aggressive with Alan.  She had put her hand down his pants and was squeezing and playing with his prick. The torment he felt was mental. He was horrified that he had gotten an erection watching his naked daughter’s torture.  And he was trying to resist and hoping that he wouldn’t disgrace himself by cumming in his pants.  The Patrão understood this completely.  Seeing Josilene playing with him, he came over and leaned down close to Alan’s face.

“If you cum, Senhor, I will have him stop.”

Alan groaned in frustration.  What Carvalho was offering him was no bargain.  If he allowed himself the luxury of ejaculating he would be sparing Sandra more torture, but at the expense of his dignity as a father.  He would be cumming watching her tortured.  It was a devil’s bargain.

“Josilene, give him the relief he needs,” was all the Patrão said. 

The older woman needed no encouragement. She unbuckled Alan’s trousers and pulled them down as well as his shorts, exposing his prick.  Alan had a normal sized circumcised penis.  It was erect when Josilene pulled it out.  She began running her short nails over his tight ball sack as Cornelio whipped Sandra’s pussy and shithole. 

Josilene soon had him in hand, squeezing and frigging his penis slowly.  She was in no rush to make him cum.  In fact, she was under orders to prolong his orgasm....making him beg for it...and stretch out the torture his daughter was undergoing.

Sandra, meanwhile, groaned thru her gag as she drooled madly and writhed under the lash.  Finally Cornelio stopped.  Sandra’s pussy and asshole bore mute evidence of the whipping when he was done.  He had flogged her with the nasty little whip so thoroughly that her vulva, perineum and anus had swelled, reddened and welted as if she had been stung repeatedly by African honey bees. 

Chapter 5

Urethral Torture

Doctor Ikeda now went to cabinet and extracted a device. It was a stainless steel probe mounted on a rubber handle.  It was about 5 inches long and the diameter was only ¼ inch.  Worse, it was studded with bumps and protrusions.  He again got the jar of coconut butter and greased it.  Then he came over and showed it to Sandra.  Her eyes showed confusion at the display of the stainless steel tool.  She didn’t know what he planned to do with it. 

He showed it to Alan who groaned as the doctor began explaining that he was going to shove it up Sandra’s urethra. She did not immediately understand – never having anything inserted into her piss tube before.  But Alan understood immediately.

Carvalho plucked the ball gag from her mouth.

“Are you going to do everything I tell you?”

“Oh......Uhh........OH GOD.....yes....YES...YES!”

“I don’t believe you,” he said as he forced the ball gag back into her mouth sadistically. 

Ikeda then pulled back her labia to expose her urethra.  Following this, he forced the round tip of the probe into her flaring piss-hole and slowly worked it in.  With the little bumps adding to the device’s bulk it didn’t go in easily.  But he forced it in....stretching and distending her piss tube horribly.....

Sandra’s response was not to be believed.  She rose up against the straps holding her, her hips fully off the table, straining every muscle in her body and began to scream into her gag.  He pushed to force it to the sphincter guarding her bladder.  When he felt resistance, he knew he had reached it. 

He pushed it in and some urine dribbled through as it dilated the muscle.  He left the probe inside her - knowing that in a moment or two it would begin burning like the devil.  When her squirming told him she could feel it, he began to play with the probe by jiggling the handle. Sandra screamed into her gag as he worked it.  He pushed it in and then pulled it out.....reaming her with it. 

As the pepper juice began burning, the torment in her piss hole grew   terrible.  It felt like her urethra was on fire and she writhed and squirmed violently against her bonds.  She was begging, but nothing understandable could be heard.  In fact, she was drooling so much that her chin and neck were now totally wet. When he drew it completely out and then reinserted the probe fully - she rose again against her bonds, straining and screaming like a madwoman thru the gag. 

That’s when Josilene began to jerk Alan off in earnest; whispering into his ear that if he came, the torture would stop. Josilene spread the pre-cum dribbling from Alan’s penis all over the head and on his sensitive frenulum.  She also drooled onto his prick to lubricate it.  She masturbated him slowly for a few strokes then fast for three or four. 

As Ikeda began to twist the probe ‘left’ and then ‘right’, making her scream, Alan ejaculated.  Josilene had timed it well and smiled as she milked his prick.  She had done her boss’s bidding.  Alan groaned as he came and then whimpered as she squeezed the last drop from his softening prick.  Finally Ikeda took the cruel probe out, as the Patrão came over and pulled the gag from her mouth. 

“Your Daddy came from watching you, slut.  He saved you from further abuse.  Are you going to do everything I tell you now?”

“Y…..yes....yes,” she sobbed.

Chapter 6

Bukkake

The Patrão turned to Alan and said, “Now we will have a little fun with her.” 

He had them release her from the table.  As she stood up and rubbed her wrists, Cornelio grabbed her by the hair and forced her down on her knees. Kleber whipped out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed her with her hands behind her back. Her tits bobbed and swayed as they got her ready.  Marco and Danilo began unzipping their trousers and taking out their cocks.   Cornelio followed suit.  Already erect, it popped up like it was on a spring.  It was long and thick. He was a very big man in his equipment.

Danilo was big too.  He was paunchy, but big-boned and powerful.  His dick was not fully erect, but it was as thick as a beer bottle.  Not at long as Cornelio’s, but thicker, if that were possible.  A big, fat, black beer can with a real nasty foreskin.  He fisted it and pulled the foreskin back and forth….spreading pre-cum over the purple cockhead.

 

Marco, slender and hard as a greyhound, had an uncircumcised brown penis a little longer than average with an upward curve. Kleber was the last to get his cock out.  His physique was nothing spectacular and he was average in penile endowment, but what really set him apart were his balls.  They hung down pendulous, like a donkey’s testicles, in a big, black hairy sack.  Carvalho came over and grabbed Sandra by the hair.  

 

“You’re gonna suck everyone’s dicks, slut.  You don’t do a good job, the doctor’s going to put you back on the machine…..understand?”

“Yes . . .”

 

Carvalho slapped her face.  It made a nice sound and it excited him to hit her, so he did it again and barked at her, “SAY YES SIR”!

 

“YES SIR!”

“GOOD GIRL.”

 

The Patrão planned this cock-sucking as a bukkake session too. This was the humiliating ordeal where a gang of men would ejaculate on a woman’s face.  It was a cruel tradition in Japan; usually reserved as a punishment for unfaithful wives or whores.  It could be a torment in and of itself. 

The Patrão’s four henchmen crowded around her and thrust their dicks in her face.  They rubbed the drooling heads of their cocks all over her face, getting her wet with little snail trails on her lips, cheeks, nose and chin.  They made her kiss, lick and suck them, in turn. 

 

Cornelio schooled her on cleaning them first.  As the doctor held her, the big foreman got her cleaning the ‘smegma’ first with her lips and tongue.  It was a degrading chore - to lick the ‘cheesy’ little curds from under their prepuces. The four had been working and sweating all day; they all had a nasty, smelly buildup under their foreskins.

 Following this he had her lick each cock from balls to tip, alternating it with wet kisses.  Then he got her sucking each cock to completion.  Each of them used her hair to hold onto as they forced their dicks deep into her mouth and made her gag.  They grinned as she gagged, trying to swallow the copious saliva and pre-cum. 

The force fucking of her mouth made her writhe and struggle.  Sandra’s gag reflex got triggered over and over again.  She was drooling like mad and it dripped down onto her tits, as they pulled her face to suck each dick in turn. They made her go around the circle over and over.

When Cornelio made her gag, he took it out and slapped her face with his dick and growled, “Stop gagging.” 

 

It was a hot and nasty face-fucking.  There was nothing she could do except obey and suck.  Every time one of them forced their dicks all the way back to her throat, Sandra had to struggle to keep from vomiting.  Having her gag reflex tripped made her saliva run and combined with the pre-cum seeping from their dicks made her mouth a sloppy mess. 

It dripped down her chin to dribble on her tits. It was humiliating and Carvalho, standing back, abused her verbally too, calling her a ‘cock sucking slut’. 

 

“Whore likes to suck.  Make her take it all men. That’s it . . . . She likes dick.  Fuck her mouth!  Fuck the whore’s mouth!”

 

Cornelio and Danilo really choked her on their big dicks.   But, they all used her mouth hard.  This went on and on as they got closer to cumming.  Sandra had never felt anything like it.  They were using her mouth like a cunt…pulling her hair to control her and raping her mouth...

Cornelio had his hands tangled in her hair as he worked his big dick in until he reached the entrance to her throat and she gagged.  It made her whole body convulse embarrassingly and she farted.  This was very degrading and humiliating.  She worried she might wet herself too.

He pulled back and with her lips wrapped around his shaft and her tongue on the underside, Cornelio felt the tickle that told him he was almost at his precious moment.  His hips did a little jig, his breathing became labored, he began to grunt, and then he held it there.  Sandra gagged; and then started gulping as fast as she could as his ejaculation hit.

He kept spurting: six or seven big gushes.  Semen backed up and shot out of her mouth in a torrent.  There was so much. Gagging, she coughed and it was a sloppy, wet cough.  His dick popped out and the last spurts landed on her lips and chin. 

She moaned when he milked the last blob of semen on her face.  He used the tip of his cock to smear cum all over her lips and mouth.  She was a mess when he was done.  There was saliva and semen everywhere and her lips were swollen. To be used like this was degrading. She had sucked her fiancé’s penis, but never to completion.  Each man did it a little different when he took his turn.  Danilo made her just suck just the head of his thick dick, using her tongue on the sensitive underside. 

He called her names and grunted and groaned as his balls yo-yoed up and down in his sack when he filled her mouth.  He made her open her mouth to show everyone the load before he told her, “Swallow it.”   Sandra gulped and swallowed.  

Marco made her do it slow too.  Her mouth was so juicy with saliva and semen and soon Marco felt his nuts getting ready to explode.  He put his hands on her head and pushed his long dong in deeper.   Then his load came flying out hot and pulsing.  Sandra gagged and almost threw up as his load squirted directly into her throat.  He let go of her head and she was able to take it in her mouth…where he kept pulsing and spurting.  He pulled it out at the end and squirted some on her face. Sandra was wet and aroused by how they treated her.  She felt “dirty”, “hot” and “submissive”.

 

 Kleber, when it was his turn, played with her tits – grabbing and squeezing them hard, mauling them and pulling and pinching the nipples.  Having her tits handled roughly was very arousing to Sandra. When Kleber saw how he reacted, he really abused them. 

Soon her nipples were very sore and swollen.  When he was done, both nipples stood up like angry pencil erasers.  And when he came, there was so much that she almost threw up as the copious load choked her.  He kept spurting and spurting as his big balls discharged. He made her feel like she was going to drown.

Then the Patrão took out his cock, average in length and girth, and made her suck him nice and slow; getting it nice and wet in the bargain. Her saliva was the best lubricant and she was salivating like crazy.  He pulled out when he got ready to ejaculate and spurted all over her face. It was a true bukkake moment.  Then he made her suck the last drops from his cock. He had jetted a fair amount of semen on her face.   He wiped up some and presented it to her to swallow.  She dutifully licked his fingers clean.

Ikeda was rougher; more like the younger men.  The 55 year old doctor grabbed her by the hair and waved his cock like a weapon. Sandra stared at his hard, curved erection as it reared back towards his abdomen from the black and gray hair in his groin.  He stroked the shaft, rolling his foreskin back and forth so his purple glans showed polished and gleaming with the wetness leaking from the tip.

He rubbed the head of his cock all over her face - smearing his pre-cum in little snail trails all over.  Then he shoved it in her mouth.  When she flattened her tongue so he could run the entire length of his cock, getting it wet, and began sucking it noisily Carvalho elbowed Alan chuckling and pointing at Sandra’s sluttish behavior.  She was sucking on it like a baby….

Sucking and working it with her tongue and lips, she was trying to make him cum quickly, but when his cock touched the back of her throat, she gagged.  Then Ikeda shoved it in as far as it would go trying to take the control away from her.  Sandra’s mouth began drooling again.  Soon, he was face-fucking her so that it touched the opening to her throat.  He did that for a few strokes, and then he gave her a chance to breathe. 

He kept grunting at her, “Suck it….suck it you dirty slut….suck it.” 

There were strings of saliva and cum hanging from the corners of her mouth and chin as she coughed and gagged.  With her eyes tearing, her nose running and her mouth salivating like mad, she was just a little fuck puppet now.  Ikeda yanked her head around a little and then face-fucked her hard.  It was a very cruel, but erotic routine.

When he went slowly, she could handle it and only gag a little.  But when he began fucking her faster, harder and deeper, he made her drool and gag, cough and sputter.  Sandra’s throat muscles tightened involuntarily every time she felt his cock touch the back of her tongue.  She struggled to control her gag reflex. 

His excitement grew and holding her head in both hands he speeded up.  The slow, rhythmic pace was gone.  Sandra felt like she was going to suffocate.  Her throat tightened up, no matter how hard she tried to relax.  Her nose ran from the gagging and tears dripped down her cheeks.  The doctor, with a cock only two-thirds the size of Cornelio’s or Danilo’s, was really torturing her.

With her hands cuffed she had no way to hold him back; there was no way to make him give her a breather.  She couldn't swallow it all, so it just dribbled and ran from her lips and down her chin, wetting her breasts.  She was soon a really sloppy mess.  When the doctor was ready to ejaculate, he took it out and spurted it all over her face to degrade her. 

Sandra realized, at that moment, that this aroused so many different emotions in her.  On one hand she wanted to hold onto her self-image.  But, there was something in her that wanted her to be debased and used. 

And the discovery of these feelings was deeply disturbing.  She hated them on one hand; and on the other she yearned for submission.  Now, she felt no more responsibility to resist and was most conscious of her throbbing, swollen, wet pussy as she knelt before them. 

Alan, watching, was getting very sore from being bound and gagged. His penis was lying on his trousers wet and soft.  After the doctor came on Sandra’s face, Josilene started playing with him again. Unbeknownst to Alan or Sandra, the Patrão had already summoned a gang of sweaty workmen who soon showed up in rough, dirty clothes outside the door. 

“Don’t get up yet, slut. You have more men to service,” the Patrão told Sandra, as Cornelio took charge and began letting the men in one at a time. 

The first man, a supervisor, came in shyly, and encouraged by Cornelio, took his cock out, rubbed it all over her face, grabbed her by the hair and shoved it into her mouth.  She was told to kiss his cock like a lover and suck him until he came.  To encourage her to do her best, he pinched, pulled and twisted her nipples. She was forced into worshipping his cock.  Slowly, sweetly and with soft, sucking kisses and wet licks up and down the shaft - she lapped up the pre-cum from his leaking piss-slit – and finally sucked them to completion. 

Soon, it was just a line of men.  She sucked their cocks or they face-fucked her until they came. She gagged, coughed and it flew out of her mouth in torrents.  Men pulled out when they were still cumming and wads and loops of cum landed on her lips, nose, cheeks and chin.  So, her face soon got very sloppy.  Some were older with a hard brown shaft and a pinkish-gray knob.  Some balls were in a loose sack.  Some had prominent veins and the older men had pubic hair speckled with gray.   

Some ejaculations were smaller and clumpy; salty and a little sickening.  Some were copious and sweeter, but still salty and runny.  All of them came fairly quickly.  Her face grew messy with streamers and globs of warm semen.  The taste of all the different semen was overwhelming.  

Sandra, at one point, gagged and tried to spit out what was in her mouth earning her a slap on the back of her head from Cornelio.  The next man was a big strong, 19-year old.  When he pulled out his dick, Sandra gasped.  It was very large; as big as Cornelio’s.  His balls were contained in a tight, black sack.  He did not have a lot of pubic hair.  He shoved his big dick in her face and made her clean under his foreskin very carefully.  He was soon dribbling.  It had a slippery, silky feel to it, and was surprisingly sweet. His dick had a long turtleneck of a foreskin and a wet, purple cockhead. 

As she sucked his dick, to Alan's surprise, she began showing excitement.  This was, of course, another humiliation. The daughter was showing her father her arousal as she was degraded.  He watched transfixed as she took in several more inches of the black boy’s dick so that it was right at the opening to her throat; so much so that she began to tear up, choke and gag again. 

As her saliva mixed with the secretions from his cock it formed slippery goo that he took delight in rubbing all over her face whenever he pulled his dick out.  She would then kiss, lick and suck it as he smeared the slimy stuff all over her face....

She opened her mouth even before she was told to, far enough so that she could take in half of his long member.  The black boy used every bit of his will power and self control to keep from cumming as she slobbered her pink tongue all around the head of his dick and up and down the shaft, making “kissy” sounds as she pressed her lips up against his straining black manhood.

He dripped sweat all over her as she worshipped his manhood.  When she slowed down, he pinched and pulled her nipples demandingly.  She was thus “encouraged” until she performed to his satisfaction.  The Patrão and the doctor chuckled at this.  They were enjoying her performance with the boy. It was enough to delight even the most perverted of men.

Then he went back to using her mouth like a pussy.  Face-fucking her until she gagged and coughed up his pre-cum and her saliva.  Sandra struggled to take his dick and not gag, but it was not to be.  When the boy came - a huge amount – his penis erupted like a fire-hose. 

The torrents were so strong that Sandra pulled back and they continued with such force that for a moment it looked like he was pissing semen instead of ejaculating.  He got it back in her mouth and forced it in deep until he was finished.  Afterwards, his erection didn’t diminish.  He had tremendous sexual power.

“Keep your mouth open," another man rasped at her as he stepped up - holding his cock in one hand.

Spreading his legs, he brought his cock close to Sandra’s face.  The muscles in his thighs and abdomen began to tense up as he jerked off - until finally he began to cum.  The blast caught Sandra in the face, some going in her mouth, the rest splattering her cheek and pasting strands of her hair to her face. 

The black boy finished by milking his dick and shaking the last few drops onto her face.  The other man grinned - a satisfied look on his face. His aim had been good; he had sprayed his seed on her cheeks, chin and lips and even in her hair.  He wiped up some of the semen, made her open her mouth, and then wiped it on her tongue.

The next man, a middle aged field worker, stood with legs akimbo in an exaggerated stance and took out his cock.  Sandra looked at him and then away after they had made eye contact.  She stared at his crotch.  She could not help staring the way a bird, trying to avoid the gaze of the snake, is compelled to look. 
As he began frigging it close to her face there was a drop pre-cum at the tip. Sandra stared at his penis, so close to her face - watched him jerking it…the piss slit opening and closing - the foreskin capping and uncapping the helmet.  Then she closed her eyes as he seemed to be getting close to ejaculating.

He grunted and began jerking it in earnest. He went, “uh…uh…uh,” and began to spurt. 

The hot, pearly stream splashed first against her closed mouth.  And then he hosed her face.  A friend, standing behind him, began clapping.  Soon, he stepped forward and treated her to the same debasement - all over her face and mouth.  When they were done and shaking off the last drops, her face was now totally slimed.  Another erection quickly appeared inches from her face.  Cornelio stood behind her and made sure she kept her head up and her face forward.

In a moment, another hot stream hit her forehead, on the bridge of her nose and on her cheek.  Sandra moaned as a smaller spurt splattered across her upper lip; drops were shaken off on her hair and forehead.  Almost immediately, from the other side another big load was deposited on her.  When one man was jerking off, huffing and puffing, working his cock, those who waited their turn, joked and laughed. 

The men lined up two or three at a time now.  When two men ejaculated at the same time, Sandra felt like she was drowning.  The semen splashed all over her face, coating her eyelids, getting in her nostrils and her mouth making her choke and gasp.  The excess then ran down.  Inevitably, Carvalho ordered her to open her mouth and she had to swallow. 

The Patrão said to her, “See whore..........this is what you were made for.........to have men cum on you. Keep your face up! Tell me you want it............slut.............tell me.  Tell me that you want it. Tell me you’re a whore.”

“I...I’m a whore.”

“Say, I love cum............tell me whore.  Say, I love cum!”

“I ....I... love cum. I love....cum!”

There were so many men, their cocks and their hands became a blur as they jerked off and reaching their precious moment ejaculated on her.  Semen coated her forehead, got in her hair, on her eyelids and cheeks, nose, lips and chin to drip down onto her tits and tummy to pool in her pubic hair.  Just when Sandra thought it was over, another man stepped up, jerked off and came on her.  Seconds later another blast splattered her face and ran in heavy, lumpy streams down her face.

Sandra submissively tilted her head back, licked her lips and swallowed when the Patrão told her to do so.  She took some men directly into her mouth and sucked on their cocks until they spurted or after they had cum.  She had swallowed so much she began to feel sick...

When three men ejaculated on her at the same time, Sandra gagged as their slimy discharge filled her mouth too fast for her to cope.  Her predicament elicited much laughter and merriment.  The Patrão had emptied the bunkhouse and the fields.  All the guards, workmen, cooks, valets, and field hands had been summoned and allowed to cum on Sandra. She was becoming emotionally and physically exhausted. 

Josilene had teased Alan’s penis erect and was masturbating him, but was not letting him cum.  When he got close, she stopped and let his erection go down.  She kept working him up and letting him cool down.  Soon, he was nearly crazy with lust.  The scene in front of him was so arousing and Josilene’s masturbation so efficient that soon he was begging her to finish him off.  The Patrão laughed when he saw Alan begging to be allowed to ejaculate – excited by watching his daughter suck off dozens of men.

As one man with a long cock fucked her face hard and deep, she began retching and finally vomited.  A big gush of smelly, foamy whitish-yellow slop cascaded from her mouth like a fountain to splash all over her tits and belly.  When she finished throwing up, the man forced his cock back in her mouth to continue face-fucking her. 

He soon came and it flew out of her mouth in a torrent....a wet, nasty cough ....thick with his pearly semen.  It was at this moment that Josilene let Alan ejaculate.  He spurted cum like a fountain and felt as if his soul was spurting out through his penis as his daughter was reduced to the status of a cum slut.

Sandra ended up totally wet with hot cum, saliva and vomit.  When it was over, more than forty men had used her, and she felt totally debased and degraded.  She had learned just how masochistic she was as she felt hot sex feelings in her pussy from being humiliated and debased.  The Patrão had a final indignity in store for her. He saw that she was kept on her knees, took out his cock and pulled back the foreskin.

“You’re not finished yet, slut.  I’m going to piss in your mouth.”

 

Sandra, hearing this, looked horrified. But when Carvalho threatened her, she opened her mouth like a baby bird waiting for a parent to feed her.  She knelt with her face up, eyes closed - waiting patiently.  This is what was going through her mind: ‘I’m a slut. I’ve been a bad girl in front of my father. I deserve to be degraded. Degrade and humiliate me.  Piss in my mouth like the dirty slut that I am.’

 

Carvalho aimed it right at her mouth.  Soon, he began urinating and directed his hot stream into her open mouth.  Some of it ran out of the corners of her mouth, but she swallowed a mouthful.  It was humiliating, but after she swallowed, he made her say that she was ‘a piss slut’ too. 

After this, Cornelio and Danilo pissed in her mouth too.  She vomited again, with her belly full of piss. 

Sandra was an emotional wreck. By getting hot by being degraded in front of her father caused her pain. But she took consolation in the fact that her father had been aroused too.  And she rationalized that to submit now removed her feelings of guilt and responsibility.  She was convinced that she had permission to let her deepest and dirtiest sex feelings loose since she was not in charge. 

There was still an inner conflict that was emotionally charged, but it   added hot fuel to the fire consuming her soul.  The Patrão had debased, humiliated and defiled her.  This forced her to face parts of herself which she had denied or had hidden. As she was taken away, the Patrão had Cornelio release Alan from his bonds.  He stood up shakily.  Being bound for as long as he had been, he was sore and exhausted.  He felt terrible for having cum twice in front of everyone, including his daughter.

 

“Senhor, you go with Josilene.  Don’t let me hear you were a bad boy,” he laughed. 

Alan had been mind-fucked too.  He knew that the Patrão was right: that Sandra had shown a slutty side; and he felt very guilty about how he reacted. 

 

Chapter 7

Josilene

Josilene took Alan to her quarters. She smiled at him and flirted as she took him to her cottage.  She lived down a lane just off the road about 100 yards from the main house.  Alan was in a stupor.  He knew there was nothing he could do to get them free.  Carvalho had a small army at his disposal.  And now, he was being taken somewhere by this big, black woman. 

She was attractive in her own vulgar way and when they got to the cottage, she made him comfortable, poured him a drink and went into the bathroom.  He sat there trying to clear his head.  He tried to think clearly about what options he and Sandra had, when Josilene came out and pirouetted around, showing Alan her ‘charms’.  

She was wearing a filmy white negligee and sheer white nylon panties. Alan could see her huge tits with aureoles as big as saucers and puckered nipples as black as sin and as big as purple grapes.  Her pubic hair, which covered her mound totally and grew in a thin wispy line towards her navel, could be clearly seen through her sheer panties. 

She had let down he hair, adjusted her make-up, taken off her clothes, put on the negligee and sprayed herself with perfume.  Alan didn’t know what to make of her.  She was obviously trying to seduce him.  What was he expected to do?  What did he want to do?  These thoughts flitted through his mind, as the sight of her overwhelmed him. She was either the most grotesque female he had ever seen or an erotic witch….or both!

 

Actually, Josilene was a 42 year old woman of Portuguese, Indian and black extraction. At 5’6” tall and 170 lbs. with a 40E bust, a fat stomach, big hips, full thighs and a huge ass, she was a lot of woman.  Alan had never been with someone like her before.  And the way she took charge of the situation…..well! 

 

“Come here,” she cooed to him seductively as she came over and hugged him.

As she embraced him, she forced a big wet tongue kiss on him, and then kept kissing him. She soon got Alan lie down with her on her bed.  She rubbed herself up against him and took his face and guided it to her breasts.  She got him kissing, licking and sucking on her nipples and made him nurse for the longest time before she got his face right in her hairy armpit. 

She knew that some men responded to a woman’s body odors.  Under the erotic spell she wove, Alan began lapping as his nose filled with a heady aroma of her female pheromones mixed in her sweat.  She knew she had won when she heard him moaning in her armpit….He was kissing and nuzzling her there.

He was rewarded and gratified when she moaned in lust.  Soon, she got him between her legs to rub his face against the crotch of her panties.  She was ‘wet’ and the nylon crotch was soaked so as she rubbed his face all over her crotch, he could smell her strong pussy odor.  After all this, Alan was fully erect.  

  

As if he was in a trance, he let her unbutton his pants and rub the bulge she found between his legs.  She smiled at him in the wickedest way again.  They both knew that she had his number…..She had masturbated him masterfully twice…..something they both knew…. 

 

She pulled down his shorts to expose his prick and took him in hand once again. She stiffened him and got him on his back.  For the next 45 minutes she kept him there so he could service her.  She turned around and pulled her filmy panties down, exposing her big brown ass. 

She spread her cheeks so he could see and smell her very hairy pussy; as well as see and smell her shit-hole too.  She had full, hairy outer lips and fleshy almost purple inner labia that were black at the edges. Her clitoris protruded from its hood partly because it was so large.  Engorged, it was a very big pink nubbin; a half inch in length. It was as big as a shelled peanut.

She was also very wet.  Her pussy was drooling salty-sweet, musky juice that had already gotten everywhere.  Soon, it would be all over Alan. After this little striptease, she got on the bed and straddled him so she was facing his feet.  Then she squatted down to get her hairy crotch directly over his face.

 

With her knees on either side of his head, she sat on his face – “queening” him and wriggled her hips and ass….rubbing her wet, smelly pussy over his nose and mouth.

 

Alan could hear himself, whimpering and moaning, as he struggled to breathe.  She ignored him and began grinding her hips back and forth. She made sure first that she’d put her anus right on his nose.

 

“Smell my pussy and my asshole……..lick it….suck it….”

 

This aroused and excited Alan. When she told him to, “get busy” he licked her; dutifully lapping at her pussy.

 

"Ummmm," she moaned as she threw her head back and ground down even harder onto his face.

She began to ride him like he was the saddle on a horse; back and forth, using his nose, mouth and chin to get off.  He reached up and held onto her big thighs or rubbed her ass cheeks as she rode his face.  She grabbed at his prick and played with it. 

She encouraged him to lap her with big, wet licks from her oozing sex-hole (salty, smelly and nasty) to her clitoris.  She smelled very strong.  He kept at his task, at her urging, and soon, Josilene cried out as she came gushing onto his face; almost drowning him.  She smeared her smelly juices all over his face contentedly.

 

She caught her breath and made him do it again; the same pattern and when she came, she just gushed. So much that Alan’s face was wet from his nose to his chin.  She spun around so that now she was facing his head.  She leaned forward and began talking to him in a low voice.

 

She said, “Mama likes you.”

   

Then, she gave him another excruciatingly wonderful hand job.  She played with him so skillfully, that she got him close to busting a nut again; then she let him hang.  She let some saliva drool on the head of his penis, getting it nice and wet. Her hands were like gold. She knew how to drive him wild.  Alan would reach his precious moment where he was just about to cum, and she would stop, or worse, she would stretch his scrotum or squeeze his balls to bring his arousal down.  Alan groaned in erotic bliss and pain as she took him up and down....up and down....

 

It was sexual torture.  She rubbed her tits over his face and as he smelled her nipples, he opened his mouth and sucked and nursed like a baby.  She kept him on the edge and kept him so hard, that his balls started to ache.  Alan wanted to cum so bad, he began to beg her. This was so mind-bending that Alan let her know he needed to cum.

 

She cooed at him, “Are you want to cum?”

 

“YES,” Alan croaked.

He slid two fingers into her vagina and they went in   easily – too easily.  He wondered if he could satisfy her that way. 

Reading his mind, she turned over on her tummy, pulled apart her butt cheeks and cooed at him, “Fuck my ass.” 

Alan got her anus wet and juicy with her secretions and then he spit on it to lubricate it.  He put the tip of his prick against the tight brown ring and found it was very tight.  He kept pressing and pushing and when it popped inside he made the big, brown woman groan. 

He squeezed his penis into her rectum and found he was in heaven.  She had a very tight shithole.  He began to fuck her and she reached underneath and began rubbing her clitoris.  Soon, they both came.  Shuddering, sweating and rubbing up against each other like crazed weasels….it was a satisfying orgasm for both.

Afterwards, as they lay next to each other, she turned, hugged him and began kissing his sweaty neck and face.  He turned to face her and they kissed.  He opened his mouth and hers was already open. It was a full open mouth wet kiss with a lot of tongue dueling.

As he kissed her he put his hand between her legs to play with her hairy pussy. She took his hand and got him to put two fingers into her vagina.  She was big in her birth canal; wide and deep.  She got him to put another finger into her hole and her whimpers and moans told him she liked the penetration.  When she encouraged him to get his fingers working her G-spot and epicenter, the increase in her wetness and her little cries and moans let him know he was on the right tract. 

When he added his pinky . . . bunched his fingers and put his thumb in and   pushed, she groaned like it was the most wonderful thing in the whole wide world.  With a twist and a push, his whole hand squeezed past the vaginal sphincter and just slid inside.  His eyes went wide as he felt his whole hand go inside her. He had never done that with a woman before!

 

His whole hand had disappeared in her twat.  It had been a little tight at the opening, but now inside, he felt her warmth and wetness - with little knobs and ridges along the top side.  Josilene moaned in pleasure as his hand opened her up more than any cock could.  She looked down at his hand between her open legs with lust on her coarse features.

 

“Oh Shit…..fist-fuck me……fist-fuck me…I’m a dirty whore…fist-fuck me!”

 

  She didn't look at Alan’s face - only his hand – IN THERE, as he experimented inside her. He felt around and made her writhe and gasp when he rubbed her cervix, the opening to her womb, back and forth with a knuckle. She was feeling very full and stretched as the sheer bulk of his hand and wrist spread her inner walls as if she had engulfed a baseball.  When he pulled back, it felt to her like her insides were being pulled OUT! Another thrust rocked her forward. She got really noisy, at that point – grunting and crying out.....

 

Alan worked his fist in and out – getting some idea of her internal dimensions.  He curled his fingers over his thumb to make a fist.  That stretched her more and she gasped.  She groaned like she was being speared when he pushed deeper into her hole.  It was now obvious to Alan that Josilene’s pussy was not for the average-sized man. Alan had an average-sized cock and knew from past experience that some women were “size queens”; and that an average sized man would never be able to satisfy them by penetrating them vaginally.

 

Josilene’s pussy was able to handle BIG things.   He could never make her cum by fucking her with his prick but he was prepared to give her what she needed: his fist; so he started fisting her in earnest.  Slow and deliberate at first - a short stroke about three inches in and out.  

She began to talk ‘dirty’ in-between grunting, moaning and crying out...... a filthy babble of dirty talk spilling from her mouth.  It was hard work for him . . . like pushing and pulling in warm molasses, because after a few minutes he noticed her vaginal sphincters started to clamp down at the opening.

He had his whole hand in her up to the wrist.  On each thrust in, her labia were dragged inside and her clitoris got rubbed by his wrist. He was working his arm like a piston in a cylinder, and she was panting, grunting and shaking like crazy. She spread her legs wider; and Alan watched in awe as she got closer to cumming….

 

“Fist fuck me . . . fist me . . . like a dirty whore . . .fist me…..FIST ME.............OH SHIT.....OH JESUS SAVE ME......I’M CUMMMMMING.....OH....I’M CUMMMMMING!”

 

She had a stupendous orgasm and squirted like she was pissing from her urethra.  It wet his hand, wrist and the bed.  There was a foot wide spot on the sheets when she was done ejaculating. Alan was amazed at how much she spurted.  He was also getting tired. 

He continued to work her pussy and the closer he got her to cumming again - the more her cunt clamped down on his hand and wrist.  Pretty soon, his arm and shoulder were trembling with fatigue.  His fist got to the bottom of her sex-hole on each thrust.  Several more thrusts finally took her into orbit again.

 

His closed fist was stimulating everything in her sexhole: her vaginal sphincter, the g-spot, the womb and the deep epicenter.  She had another HUGE, WET, GUSHING, SCREAMING, VAGINAL-UTERINE ORGASM; and almost passed out when she came.  This time as she spurted, she finished by pissing like a cow in the fields. The bed sheets were soon soaked with her juices and urine…

 

It was intense. But, after she recovered, she began cuddling him, kissing him and he was soon nursing on her fat tits as she teased and played with him until he got hard again. 

Chapter 8

Xusa

Just then the cottage door opened and in and a pretty, slim, dark-haired girl walked in.

“Olá, Mama…..”

“This is my daughter, Xusa,” Josilene.

The girl smiled and giggled at Alan as he attempted to pull up the covers to conceal his nakedness. 

“She’s only 19.  She’s my baby,” Josilene said as she patted the bed….letting her baby daughter know she wanted her to join them….

Xusa got the message, and without a word, began to take off her clothes.  Alan watched with his mouth open as she began to strip.  She was so pretty and as tall as her mother, but a lot lighter and younger than his daughter.  As she unsnapped her bra and revealed lemon-sized tits, small aureoles, and big nipples,

Alan felt a jolt of energy.  When she took off her shorts, showing slim legs and a cute, round butt, his erection was on high alert.  Soon her t-shirt, lacy bra, shorts, and thong panties were lying in a heap on a chair. She smiled at Alan and got on the bed next to him.

“Hi,” is all he said and he felt stupid even saying that.

Soon, he was kissing and sucking on her tits and feeling her tight butt and fingering her wet, tight vagina.   He was as horny and hot as if he were 25 again.  Josilene produced a condom and when her daughter began moaning, she whispered into Alan’s ear to fuck her.  She had a tight pussy and with Josilene rubbing his ass and teasing his anus, he came in her quickly.  It was his fourth orgasm that day…This was already the best day of his life sexually!

Mother and daughter soon had him on his back and Xusa “queened” him -riding his face to a wet orgasm. As she rode him, Josilene squeezed and stroked his prick; keeping him boiling.   Then the older woman made him hold his legs up against his chest.  Xusa took her turn playing with his prick, slowly and teasingly -making his penis drool pre-cum as Josilene tickled-teased his nut sack and anus. 

 

Then, she wetted and worked an index finger into Alan’s virgin rectum to rub and press on his prostate, as Xusa kissed him and played with his penis.   Josilene finger fucked him….pressing and palpating his prostate driving Alan almost out of his mind.  She put another condom on him and Xusa climbed on top of him in the “cowgirl” position to ride him. 

This way she was able to rub her clitoris up against his pubic bone; and soon she was able to have an orgasm this way.  The feel of his prick in her tight teenage pussy and the sight of her tits bobbing and jiggling in his face was very exciting, but he was worn out and didn’t cum.  The two women had kept him there for three hours and drained him totally. A little later, Josilene sent the girl to fetch food and after eating, Alan fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 9

Public Whipping

Sandra had been confined to a tiny hut for the night. It was practically a prison cell. There was a bare bunk, with one naked light bulb and a bucket for her use to relieve herself.  They had put printouts from the Internet and books in the hut. These were filled with stories about women being tortured and raped.  Sandra was turned off, at first, but bored later that night she read and masturbated, fantasizing about what she read and what they had did to her in the torture chamber.  She fell into deep sleep after eating dinner.

The next morning, when she awoke, she was taken, by Cornelio, to an outdoor shower where she washed her hair. When she had dried herself, she was encouraged to put on her make-up. The Patrão, meanwhile, had organized a trip to the local village.  All four of his henchmen got father and daughter, put them in separate jeeps, so there was very little communication between them other than a few quick words and looks. 

Then they were driven to a small village several miles from the fazenda.  Some of the workmen who labored for the Patrão lived in this village.  There was a square with a well where everyone went for water. There was a post there too. A big post with a ring mounted on one side.

Cornelio steered Sandra over it. She was wearing her denim skirt, a pink sleeveless top and penny loafers.  Taking two thin ropes, Cornelio and Marco tied one end to each of her wrists.  Then Cornelio pushed her forward so her tits were right up against the post.  Marco took the ropes and tied them together and tied them to the ring.   In this position, Sandra’s arms were over her head and she was hugging the post.  This made her full tits bulge out provocatively on either side of her torso below her armpits.

  

She was now immobilized in the traditional manner for whipping. Cornelio grabbed the hem of her short denim skirt and pulled it up.  He pulled it up so high that it was around her waist when he was done - exposing her blue lace-trimmed panties.  He grabbed the waistband and pulled her panties down so that they were below her knees.  The men of the village began clapping and hooting.  The women covered their faces and peeked at the spectacle of the white woman about to be publicly punished.  They didn’t know why the Patrão had ordered this, but his word wasn’t challenged there....

Sandra lay bare and ready for the whip.  Her wide hips and full dimpled buttocks were exposed.  Her crack was open just enough to expose the darker flesh concealed within.   Sandra clenched her cheeks defensively as she waited.  When she did that, she heard people laughing and clapping.  The crowd had swelled.  They were drifting into the courtyard in twos and threes, both men and women.  The word had gotten out that there was to be a whipping.  Kitchen help, wranglers, field hands and children all showed up.

 

Cornelio bent down and whispered something in Sandra’s ear.  She looked up at him and blushed.   Alan had been put on the bench - not knowing what to do.  He could not believe that he was looking at his daughter’s naked buttocks on display again.  He had Marco and Kleber right behind him with their hands on his shoulders.  He was stunned to see his daughter with her ass exposed right out there in the open.   It looked obscene and yet erotic to see her exposed this way.   He fidgeted as Senor Carvalho approached...

 

“Are you ready to see you daughter whipped,” he asked Alan?

 

Alan didn’t know what to say.  He was still reeling from yesterday and especially from his night with Josilene and Xusa.

“Senhor, it’s good for a woman like your daughter to get the whip.  She’s going to cream her panties...wait and see.”

He motioned to Marco and called him over.  Carvalho conferred with him and the kid ran back to the post where Sandra was bound.  He reached down and pulled her panties down and off – then he jogged back to his boss.  He handed them to Carvalho, who studied the crotch and then showed them to Alan.

“Look - see the wet spot; it’s fresh.  Here, smell them yourself.”

He thrust them at Alan and made him take them.  He was shocked to be confronted with them.

“I told you she would cream herself,” he said laughing at Alan.

Alan wasn’t all that surprised when he saw the wet crotch.  His daughter’s humiliation and torture yesterday had thrown her into a new light.  He found himself looking at her in a new way as Cornelio brought out a canvas case.  He opened it up and offered it to Danilo who removed a thin bamboo cane.  Cornelio took what remained: a short leather strap.  The men laughed and made jokes as they got ready to whip Sandra.  

 

She looked back over her shoulder.... feeling a lot of different emotions.  She was embarrassed being displayed in a sexual way like she was ready to be taken from the rear in front of these local farm people.   Exposed and open, her naked ass was there for everyone to enjoy.   She shifted her feet, but this only resulted in rolling and clenching her buttocks... bringing catcalls from the crowd.  She was feeling a tremendous amount of humiliation.  Alan found the whole thing almost unbelievable.

 

Cornelio came over - grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled them apart.  This displayed Sandra’s pussy and asshole completely.  The crowd responded with a chorus of cheers and yelling.  The hoots and hollers rose as he began to play with her pussy, which was covered by a heavy growth of black pubic hair.  He spread her labia for the enjoyment of the crowd.  He rubbed her pussy and then held up his fingers, in a gesture that said, ‘she’s wet’.  

Alan was churning with emotion.  He was watching them humiliate his daughter.  He turned to the Patrão to say something, but then no words came out.  He felt confused.

The Patrão smiled at him and said, “Don’t worry; she’ll survive everything we do to her.  The most important thing is to see and understand how she reacts.”

 

Alan shook his head as if he was trying to make it go away, as Cornelio was taking his time.  He wasn’t in any rush to start the whipping.  Not when he was having so much fun humiliating her.  When he saw how she reacted, he had more sport with her.  Sandra was soon twisting her hips left and right and moaning as he played with her pussy.   He ran his fingers up and down the wet slit and diddled her clitoris, already peeking out from its protective hood.  When he circled her anus with his finger, she instinctively clenched it. 

 

“You sensitive there,” he taunted her? 

 

Her pussy was very wet, at this point.  She couldn’t control herself and during the time he played with her pussy, she writhed and wriggled her ass like a common slut.   Here she was, tied to the whipping post, out in the open, being publicly molested, in front of everyone, and she couldn’t stop her pussy from throbbing and drooling.  Cornelio finally stopped and only then did she notice the clapping and whistling coming from the mob.

 

Sandra blushed as she was providing them with a show.   ‘Only whores respond this way’, she thought to herself.   Her mother had called her that when she caught her masturbating when she was 12 years old.   And somehow the idea that she really was a whore had grown in her mind as she matured. 

 

Very self-conscious now, she looked over at Cornelio – to catch him smirking and grinning at her.  She looked back at the other three men.  All of them were grinning like wolves at her.  She felt the hot tingly sensations in her loins …felt her nipples erect and the warm throbbing between her legs.   Their crude male abuse had aroused her to the bone.   Alan watched and marveled.  He also felt the first stirrings of arousal again as he studied her naked ass.  It was erotic and sexy he decided to see a woman bound to a post for a whipping. He had a few fantasies of his own that he’d entertained over the years.

The only complication was the woman in question was his daughter. For a few moments, he tried to picture Xusa in Sandra’s place.  This was very arousing, but no more so than seeing Sandra.  So, for the time being, he dropped the thought. It was hurting his head…..

 

Cornelio, in the meantime, had gone back to humiliating and degrading her.  He began shaking her butt to make her cheeks quiver.  The crowd howled at this.  After this, he bounced her plump butt cheeks up and down lewdly in the palm of his hands; each full, fat cheek occupying one of his hands.  Her hinds jiggled as he shook them.  Many of the men and boys in the crowd got erections and their laughter grew heavy with lust, as Cornelio had sport with her.  Her arousal grew with each new indignity and her pussy got wet and slimy…..

 

“UUUhhhhh…ummmm...oh...oh...ohhhhhh,” she whimpered!

 

Sandra looked over her shoulder and watched as he took off his shirt.  He was heavily muscled and he glistened in the hot sun. She just closed her eyes and waited and sweated.  Perspiration dripped from her underarms and down her face and neck as Cornelio stretched and wind milled his arms to warm up. 

He got on the other side, grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head around like she was a disobedient child to make her look at the strap.  It was 2½ feet long, made from hide and mounted on a wooden handle provocatively shaped like a cock; it was a very Brazilian touch.  The end of the strap had been cut so that there were three split ends. 

Sandra was nervous with anticipation, a yearning almost, for the strap’s harsh caress.  Bound and displayed like a slave, she felt submissive and vulnerable. Cornelio moved into position, and then with a powerful swing of his right arm, hit her on her buttocks.  The strap whistled through the air and landed with a loud ‘smack’ across both of her butt cheeks.

    

WHAP!  The blow blazed bright a hot red mark across her rump, down low.  Sandra’s hair flew around with the smarting impact of the blow.  She clenched her cheeks, and then relaxed - trying to absorb the blow.  He stuck again - this time making it land on just on her left cheek.

 

After this blow, Sandra began to wriggle her hips - squirming to alleviate the stinging pain.  The other three men, seeing her wriggle, showered her with more vulgarities - laughing and clapping and hollering out crude remarks every time she wriggled.  Cornelio began to methodically beat her reddening cheeks.

  

SMACK . . . . SMACK. .  . . SMACK. . . SMACK!!!

 

Cornelio delivered three, fast, hard blows right across the middle of her fat, dimpled cheeks - the strap singing through the air - the impacts sounding like pistol shots as they met her churning flesh...........WHAP....WHAP . . . WHAP. . . . . .  .WHAP!  He delivered another blow  . . . . SMACK with vicious accuracy across her thighs.  He had laid on ten, hot, hard ones.  Both cheeks were red hot when he was done.  There was a big swath of red on her thighs too. 

 

She clenched and moaned, “Ooooooooohhhhhhh…..OOWWWW ….oooooohhhhhhh!”

 

As he whipped her, she couldn’t keep herself from clenching her buttocks and wriggling. A particularly nasty blow made the tips of the three split ends land in her crack and this made her hump the post.  It looked like she was fucking it; it was very obscene. Then, she pushed back from the post.  It looked like she was inviting someone to fuck her in her ass.  It was a very lewd dance she was doing. 

 

He watched and waited on her as her butt cheeks spread open a little - then he aimed the strap so that the tips landed right between her cheeks again striking the tender darker skin in her crack, close to her anus. 

These hurt really bad and she shrieked, “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH……….OOOOOOOOOWWWW . . . . . oooohhh . . . . Ohhhhh….OH…..OHHH!”

WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!!......... WHAP!!! ........ WHAP!!!!....... WHAP!!!!!………. WHAP!!!!!!…….WHAP!!!!!!! WHAP!!!!!!!!!...... WHAP!!!!!!!!!

 

He whipped her harder and began to make the last them land on her thighs too.  It hurt more there.  He really knew his business.   Sandra was sobbing when he was done and her ass was hot red with raised marks where the blows had overlapped.   

He had more sport with her by running the end of the whip’s handle up and down her crack.  He got the tip in line with her anus and simulated penetration with it, playing to the crowd.   The catcalls, whoops and hollers this generated were very humiliating.   Alan had mixed emotions.  He found it exciting and arousing; so much so that he had gotten an erection.  But he felt guilty too; especially when he pictured himself whipping her.

 

Sandra, leaning her face on her left bicep, looked over her shoulder at the foreman. He had given her 25 hot, hard strokes. She hated him as she couldn't keep her beaten buttocks still; she was wriggling and squeezing them – trying to ease the hot stinging pain in her cheeks.  This erotic ballet made him laugh at her.  The men and boys seeing her rolling and clenching her butt cheeks called out to her.  They had really enjoyed the show their Patrão was putting on for them.  Finally, it was Danilo’s turn.  He was ready with the thin cane. 

 

Sandra hung with her head cradled in her arms and her breasts pressed up against the pole and waited for what was next.   Marcos and Kleber, the two youngest, stood by and made rude, sexual gestures, showing Sandra what they’d like to do to her.   Sandra’s mind, at that moment, swam with erotic images and she felt her clitoris throbbing and her vagina drooled her secretions.  She was responding to her humiliating punishment.  In truth, she was filled with turbulent, raw emotions.  

Danilo used the thin rattan cane on her butt and the hot pain was so great that she cried out.  When he whipped her a second time, she shrieked.  He hit her three more times and she nearly passed out.  The five strokes with the cane made the strap feel like a toy. 

When he released her, she hopped up and down and then rubbed her hot, sore butt cheeks.  She presented quite a spectacle.  But it wasn’t over.

That’s when he went over to Alan and said, “Senhor, would you like to use the cane?”

Alan blanched, but then a look came over his face and he said, “Yes....”

Danilo grabbed her by her hair, forced her to her knees and got her on her knees and elbows.  He made her spread her legs as he pushed her skirt up higher.  He had Alan straddle her head with his knees and told her to hold onto her father’s ankles.  When he was satisfied that she was in the right position, he handed the cane to Alan.

She begged him, “Daddy, NO…..not you…..PLEASE….DON’T.”

Alan ignored her.  Instead, he raised the thin cane and struck her right in her crack.  He made the tip land in her crack....right on her ANUS!  It landed in the sweaty grove with a wet nasty ‘thwip’ sound.  It was very sexual and nasty.  The mob reacted with catcalls and applause.  Sandra felt like she had been stung by a bee on her anus.   He hit her a second time and it landed with a sickening sound: ‘whap’.

And then a harder third blow, ‘whap’.  Sandra cried out as he punished her with a third stoke in her crack right on her dirty shit-hole’.  She wriggled her ass after every blow on her tender brown hole.  Alan discovered that he liked whipping a woman on her anus. And he really liked giving it to his daughter

 

He thought to himself, ‘that’s where I she deserves it – right between her legs!’

 

When it was over, Marco and Kleber helped her stand and stood by smirking as she reached down to pull down her skirt.  Alan realized he still had her soiled panties and handed them to her.  She looked at him with pain and amazement in her eyes and didn’t say a thing. 

It was obvious to both of them that Alan had become complicit.  She pulled on her panties and Marco and Kleber took her by the elbows and led her away.  She walked with her legs open.  Her butt and thighs were sore and her shit-hole was very tender.  Alan got ready to leave too.

 

The Patrão came over to Alan and said, “I think you enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

Alan didn’t respond.  He didn’t know what to say to anyone at that point. He needed to think about what was happening to both of them. They all packed into the jeeps and drove back to the fazenda. Alan just stared at the countryside lost in thought.

Chapter 10

Rape

The Patrão, when they got back to the fazenda, gave Sandra to Cornelio and Danilo.  They took her to Cornelio’s quarters. 

Not wanting any more punishment, and free now more than ever to give in to her darkest desires, Sandra took off her top, her bra, her shirt, tugged her panties down and got herself ready for what she had expected since she was frisked. Cornelio was going to go first and bent her over a table.  She reached forward and grabbed the edge above her head.  

Her legs were apart and Cornelio spread her cheeks.  He kept calling her a “meretriz” which is whore in Portuguese as he played with her pussy until he got her to wriggle her ass and moan.  He circled her anus with his finger and spitting saliva on the brown puckered sphincter, worked his finger in.  Turning to Danilo, he said in Portuguese, “her asshole is tight . . . for now,” and they both laughed. 

Carvalho brought Alan in to watch.  There, he saw Cornelio getting ready to rape his daughter.  Alan gulped and took out his handkerchief to wipe his forehead. Alan stared as Cornelio had taken off his trousers and shorts and he could see his dick. He couldn’t believe how big it was. It looked like it belonged on a donkey, and his testicles were big too.  The Patrão noticed Alan staring at it.

 

“Big enough for her, do you think? There aren’t too many women who can take it all.  But I think your daughter has a very hungry pussy.” 

Cornelio grabbed her by her hipbones.  To Alan, she looked like a doll next to him.   Sandra turned, saw her father and blushed. Cornelio pulled his foreskin back, exposing the reddish head and aimed it at her vaginal opening. Then he teased the opening….rubbing it all over her labia, clit and sex-hole. 

  

Seeing her naked again, and getting ready to be fucked, Alan found himself hard.  Cornelio was ready now for Sandra with the head of his huge penis right between her legs.  Alan craned his head forward and watched Cornelio’s big dick, with its red cockhead and thick shaft, as thick as a man’s wrist, bob up and down as he lined it up.

 

Alan was hypnotized by the look on his daughter’s face as Cornelio worked it in her hole.  He saw that she was in another place - aware he was watching her - but totally in the moment. His mouth was dry as he watched Cornelio work his dick to enter and stretch her cunt, making her whimper.

“I’m gonna stretch you, slut.”  

 

 Sandra just opened up - taking the head and then the shaft.  She felt stretched in all directions, yet his dick was still not all the way inside her vagina.  He pulled it all the way out and then squeezed it back in.  This was repeated three times before he was in to the hilt. 

 

She felt him bump her cervix and she cried out, but when he pushed his dick past the knob of her cervix to stretch her ‘epicenter’, she moaned like a stuck pig.  This was the most sensitive spot in her vagina.  Sensitive in her ‘G-spot’, her ‘epicenter’ was even more sensitive.  Heavy, deep thrusting that reached that spot was the key to making her cum like a whore.  Fucked deep and hard by a well-endowed male, Sandra was capable of many deep, vaginal-uterine orgasms.  

Sandra groaned as Cornelio pushed it in deeper. When he pulled back, it looked like her insides were being pulled out. Alan thought he could actually see Sandra’s stomach bulge as the big dick filled her.  Danilo stood with his arms folded and a big grin on his face next to Alan as he watched Cornelio fucking Sandra.  The slurpy, wet, nasty sounds filled the room as Cornelio’s dick went in and out – in and out.  It just got to Alan.  Seeing Sandra’s pussy so full and the wet, nasty sounds just got to him…..  

When she felt Cornelio’s hips against the cheeks of her ass, Sandra let out a prolonged and loud moan. This excited him and he began to pile drive into her, taking her breath away.  She felt herself building to an explosive orgasm.  Her mind was spinning.  She forgot about everything except his big, black dick stretching her.  His dick, all slimy with her juices, glistened wetly as he reamed her out.  She moaned and groaned as his cock put pressure on her hole. The faster and harder he fucked her, the louder she moaned. She just lay there and took his pounding…she couldn’t move her ass because he was fucking her too hard.  

She grunted, "Fuck me like a dirty whore…..fuck me like a dirty whore…..FUCK ME….FUCK ME!!"

 

"You like that big, black dick, slut? You like that dick up inside of your dirty cunt…slut?"

 

She moaned and said, “Yes! Yes! Oh Fuck ME. . FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME….….YES! Oh SHIT…OH SHIT – YES – YES – YES - YES!!” 

 

He pounded the shit out of her and she came hard.

 

“OH SHIT – OH SHIT – OH – IT’S SO DEEP – OH IT’S STRETCHING ME – MY PUSSY – OH – MY PUSSY – OH YEAAH –OH – OH – OH – OH – OOOOOOOO – OHHHHHHHHHH . . . .I’M CUMMING…I’M CUMMMMMING!!”

 

Sandra felt the orgasm wash thru her loins - down her legs and up into her belly. 

As her orgasm abated, he wriggled his dick around to touch her in new places, and she began to cry out, “Oh SHIT………fuck me like a dirty whore. Fuck me – fuck me – FUCK ME – FUCK ME. . FUCK ME …. FUCK ME. . . FUCK ME – FUCK ME – FUCK ME - FUCK ME!”

 

She began to say the filthiest things as Cornelio forced his horse cock in and out.....almost up to the base.

 

“Oh SHIT…OH FUCK….oh shit . . . . OH SHIT . . . . . . Its soooo big....OH SHIT. . . . .  FUCK ME . . . . . FUCK ME . . . . . FUCK ME!!!”

 

With a big, black cock in her pussy, sounds came out of Sandra…inhuman sounds, as she took the whole thing. Then, he really began to pound her again. Sandra soon had another huge, squirting wet orgasm that wet his balls.  It just went on and on. He fucked her some more and she came again, crying out.  Alan wanted to excuse himself…to run out and look for someplace to jerk off.  When he looked over at Danilo, he was grinning at him.  

Alan had a little “tent” in his shorts. He was totally turned on watching his daughter get fucked.  Alan avoided their eyes and sat there, uncomfortable, watching Cornelio fucking the shit out of her.  The foreman finally ejaculated with a roar.  It was a lot of sloppy, messy sounds as the load filled Sandra’s pussy to overflowing.

 

He eventually pulled his cock out with a wet ‘plop’ sound.  Sandra’s vagina kept quivering and spasming.  Her hole looked like an invisible plastic pipe was keeping it open. You could see up inside her.  When he pulled out….Alan stared at cum drooling and dribbling down from her pussy to land on the wood floor.  Sandra just lay there whimpering.  She made eye contact with Alan as if to say, ‘tell me you love me, Daddy’. She had shown herself to be a slut for big, black cock.  Alan felt he was seeing her for the first time. 

Danilo got Sandra down on her back on the bed.   As he dropped his trousers, Alan just gaped at it.  He was big too - coal black and as thick as a beer bottle.  He forced her legs up against her breasts and got between her legs. 

 

“It’s time to open wide whore,” he said to her, displaying his oh-so-thick beer can dick to her. 

 

He rubbed her messy hole with it and soon he worked all of it inside her. Sandra groaned when her vaginal sphincter was stretched open even wider than it had been. It blew Alan’s mind to hear Sandra reacting to a man’s cock as he worked it into her hairy pussy.  With her legs in that position, her vagina shortened and as Danilo thrust forward, he reached that special place again inside her. 

He spread her legs wider so she could take it all. He took it out and then holding it, rubbed it up and down her pussy. Then he worked it in again and began to fuck her…easy at first…then harder, holding her ass cheeks in his big paws and thrusting in and out.  Sandra wrapped her legs around him and grabbed at his black ass without even being told to do it.

 

Alan watched embarrassed by his erection.  He thought about going to the bathroom so he could jerk off, but couldn’t take his eyes away from what he was seeing and hearing.  He stared bug-eyed as Danilo thrust his fat dick in and out of Sandra’s hot, wet sex.

“See, your daughter likes the big, black ones best,” the Patrão said to him knowingly.

 

Alan shook his head, as if to say, ‘I can’t believe what I’m seeing’.   He gaped at Danilo working his log inside her hot hole.  Alan couldn’t believe how Sandra’s pussy could take something that thick...  She just moaned and whimpered as her pussy kept juicing like mad to accommodate the thick black log.

She cried out, “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH ………..AAAAAAhhhhhhhh . . . . . . . ooooooooooohhh.”

 

Then she crooned, “Oh SHIT, fuck it ….fuck it ….FUCK MY PUSSY –FUCK MY PUSSY – FUCK MY SLUTTY PUSSY!”

 

It blew Alan’s mind to hear beg for the fuck and say she had a slutty pussy. But, from the sounds Sandra was making, it was obvious that she was very turned on. So was Alan.   As Danilo slammed his hips forward, in one convulsive move, Sandra screamed as he obviously reached that special place very deep inside her.  Sandra raked her nails across Danilo’s broad back as he forced it in deeper.  He began to pump her with short, little strokes.

 

Tensing up, Sandra made a strange sound and then yelled, “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHSHIT…OH SHIT……OH SHIT…I’m cummmmmming. Oh SHIT, Oh SHIT, Oh, Uh Uh, Uh, Uh UuuuuHHHH, UUUUhhhhhhhhhh – I’M CUMMING – I’M CUMMING – OH SHIT – OH SHIT – OH SHIT!!!

 

Alan watched Sandra have another vaginal orgasm, right in front of him.   Danilo stopped to enjoy her vaginal contractions. Then he went back to fucking the shit out of her.  It amazed Alan how long he was lasting.  Soon her moans and groans were replaced by a soulful whimpering and cooing as Danilo found a steady rhythm.  When he was all the way in, he grabbed her, real rough, and then slammed into her in one violent motion.  She screamed and came again.

 

 "OHHHHH... YES... SHIT... YES – FUCK ME ….Oh SHIT….OH SHIT….OH…...I’m CUMMING. I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! DON'T STOP.. FUCK ME ……….FUCK ME……..FUCK ME……..FUCK ME………FUCK ME……FUCK…ME……….OH….UH….UH….OOOOHHH…..OOOOOHHHH….OOOOHHH….OH…OH…OH -OH…OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH."

 

Alan couldn't believe the sounds of pure lust and crazed ecstasy coming out of her mouth as she convulsed in another hot cum.  Every few strokes, Danilo forced it all the way in to the bottom of her vagina.  Every time he did this, he made her cry out.  Seeing it buried all the way inside her, Alan knew that this image would be burned into his brain forever, as Danilo began fucking her hard again. In-and-out – HARD – again and again.

 

Alan leaned closer to peer at the dick going in and out of his daughter’s pussy. On each in-stroke it didn’t seem like it was going to fit inside again.  Then it somehow invaded her sex hole.  It was sexy seeing his big coal black log reaming her pink hole framed by her hot pink labia and her hairy mound.  And everything glistening and wet with her pussy juice.  Sandra was juicing heavily and the smell was strong in the hot airless room.

 

Her hole was stretched tight – the labia looked like two hot pink rubber bands – stretched to the max!  It looked like a python had squeezed itself her hole.  On the in-stroke, his thick dick dragged her labia into her vagina.   By now Sandra was delirious, her babbling beyond words, as her hands grabbed at Danilo’s big butt cheeks while he fucked her steadily. 

Her orgasms seemed to run into one another.  She grunted, moaned and then screamed as she came, especially when Danilo shifted into high gear and really pounded her.  Alan sat there hypnotized…...

 

He watched the man’s black ass – his big muscular cheeks clenching as he humped her.  And Sandra buried under his big, sweaty frame - her legs up around his waist. Her eyes rolled back in her head every time she came.  His big balls slapped her asshole and he could see a ring of nasty fuck cream all around the base of his dick as the thick black shaft went in and out….in and out.  Each time he pulled out, Sandra’s stretched sex hole and pussy lips gripped it and smeared their sex juices.

Her voice, choked with lust, was barely understandable, “ummmm …OOOOHHH…………Oooohhhh……Oooohhhh….SHIT…..

……fuck………mmmmmmeeeee……..oooooooohhhhhhh…ooooohhhh…..uuummmm…..uuuuhhhhhhhh….oooohh….SHIT!”

 

Her pussy juices, smeared thickly all over his dick, glistened – milky - streaked – and adding to the nasty ring of lather all around the base.

 

Danilo pulled out so just the head was inside and made her whimper, writhe and squirm – showing she wanted it back inside her.  He put it back in and fucked her for awhile with short, fast strokes, making her grunt like a pig when he did this.  He sexed her slow and deep…all the way to the bottom of her hole and she groaned and clutched at him convulsively when he fucked her this way.  Then he really pounded her with a half dozen strokes.  She screamed and came when he pounded her hard every time.

 

Danilo fucked her for a long time, as Alan gaped in awe.  Words just tumbled out of her mouth….a steady chorus of filthy talk. Her cunt, at one point, just squirted juice over Danilo’s balls. There was a growing puddle on the sheets, as the smell of sex hung in the air.  Alan’s penis drooled in his pants as he watched his daughter get the fucking of her life. The older man really knew what he was doing and he had the equipment to get the job done right.

 

Carvahlo sat in front of him to his left; he looked back over his shoulder at Alan periodically and smiled.  Alan realized the Patrão had his number as much as Danilo had Sandra’s.  But the show was only half over. 

 

Danilo grunted with each hard pounding stroke and dripped sweat on her. As he approached his orgasm, Alan saw his heavy nut sack tightening up, then his back muscles knot and finally his butt cheeks clench.  Finally he stopped with his cock fully inside her hole.  His kinky black pubic hair was meshed with her bush.  As his balls yo-yoed up and down in his sack and his butt clenched tight, Alan knew his load was on its way into Sandra’s stretched hot pussy hole. 

 

Danilo finally climbed off Sandra.  Alan gawked at the river of pearly cum drooling out of her hot, reddened hole.  Danilo used his fingers to scoop some of the mess and presented it to Sandra, who promptly licked it off his fingers. Alan almost came in his pants, at that point. 

 

There was a huge wet spot on the sheets.  Her pussy and ass were sloppy with semen, and her reddened hole drooled baby batter down the crack of her ass. Both men got their messy dicks by her face.  At their command, she kissed and licked their dirty dicks, balls and thighs clean of all the sweat, pussy juice and semen she found there. 

There was a nasty ring of fuck cream around the base of Danilo’s dick and he made sure she got it all.  Alan’s penis throbbed and drooled as he watched her bend to the slutty task.  It was very nasty.  Carvalho pointed to cum drooling from her pussy and wetting the crack of her ass.

“Your daughter has a pussy full of cum. She’s a slut, isn’t she,” he asked Alan?

Alan looked at him.  He knew that Carvalho had read his mind. Her hairy sexhole was a mess.  Everything was swollen and smelly.  She had squirted so much juice that combined with the sweat, the pre-cum and the semen - she was a sloppy, nasty mess.  But, Alan found the sight and the smell hypnotizing. 

Afterwards, the two men, who had so much energy and stamina, began fucking her some more. Alan was in awe. As they each fucked her again, Alan wondered, aloud, if she had had enough. These guys were so big and virile; he figured she’d reached her limit.

But the Patrão smiled at him and said, “relax....her pussy can handle a herd of donkeys."

 

Alan watched in awe.  Cornelio made her get on her elbows and knees, at one point to whip her.   He took his belt from his trousers and began whipping her ass with it, calling her a ‘slut’ and a ‘whore’.   Cornelio whipped her ass a dozen times.  Sandra moaned sexily and whimpered and acted like a little girl who was being punished by her daddy.  The Patrão came over and told her she was a dirty slut. 

  

He taunted her, “how many times did you cum, slut?”

 

When Sandra didn’t answer, he grabbed her by the hair, yanked her head around and slapped her face.

 

“Answer me slut, how many times did you cum? A dozen times – huh?”

 

“Uh….yeah…..I came….a lot….”

 

“You like big, black dicks in your holes, slut?”

 

When Sandra hesitated, he yanked her head around and slapped her face again.

She mumbled, “Yeah....I do.... I like big, black dicks.”

 

“You’re a dirty whore - a sloppy, messy cock slut.”

The Patrão said to Alan, “Senhor....kiss your daughter and tell her you still love her.”

Sandra looked at her father with love and hope in her eyes, as she reached out for him. 

She said, “I love you Daddy,” as she sat up to embrace him.  He, not sure how close he wanted to get to his sweaty, cum-drenched offspring, finally hugged her. Sandra kissed her Dad lovingly. 

As they embraced and kissed, Danilo commented in Portuguese to Cornelio, “Her father still loves her...see.”  The foreman shrugged his shoulders as if to say, ‘yeah....right’.

Finally, she was allowed to dress and was taken by Cornelio to her hut. Alan was directed to head over to Josilene’s cottage.  So ended the day’s fun and games; it was almost 7 o’clock.   In her quarters, Sandra sat down on the toilet seat which rested on a wooden bucket to pee. She felt between her legs. It was still tender there. She fingered her swollen labia and put a finger inside the still wet hole. 

Then she began to touch her swollen clit.  It felt so big and so sensitive. She whimpered as she began playing with herself again. And soon, she felt herself climbing towards an orgasm. She knew that her fingers wouldn’t put out the fire completely, but it would help.

 

She closed her eyes and ran the images now burned into her consciousness.  She imagined their big, black dicks in her, pounding her - in and out – over and over again. She began to play with her sex-hole and clitoris. She leaned forward so she could get her left hand between her cheeks and began to touch her asshole at the same time.

 

Having a dick reaming her pussy in front of her father was humiliating but exciting too.  She had the image of him watching her as she was sexed over and over.  She got her pussy wet as she finger-fucked herself like a sex-crazed whore, sitting on the bucket.  She didn’t care if they came back and found her masturbating.  She felt herself getting closer to that point that she wanted to reach.  She rubbed her pussy hard and came.

Chapter 11

E-Stimmed

 The next day the Patrão had Marco fetch Sandra and bring her to the torture chamber. When she was ushered into the room, she trembled remembering how she had been tortured on the machine by the doctor. Just at that moment Alan arrived accompanied by Doctor Ikeda. 

“Doctor I thought it would be a good idea if you gave her an ‘e-stim treatment’,” Carvalho said.

Sandra looked at the Patrão and then at Ikeda.  ‘She has no idea what I’m going to do,’ the Doctor thought to himself.

Sandra was wearing bra and panties, tan shorts, a sleeveless pale yellow top and sandals.  The Doctor looked at her and said, “Yes, take off your clothes.”

Sandra gulped and began stripping in front of the three men.  Alan, as she did so, found his penis starting to rise at the sight of his nude daughter.  Soon she was naked and the Doctor told her to get up on the exam table, which was flat, at that point and covered with a sheet and a blue pad.  Alan found himself very aroused by the sight of his daughter naked again.  The memory of her blowjob yesterday was still fresh in his mind.

She climbed up, apple-sized tits jiggling and swaying.  When she was seated, Ikeda tilted the back so she was in a reclining position.  There was a cutout portion on the table’s edge so that her pussy and anus were fully exposed.  And there was a big pan in a tray underneath.

It was at this point that Marco, at Ikeda’s direction, started to strap her in.  Sandra tried to say something in protest, but Ikeda cut that short.

He said, “No talk.” 

When Marco began to strap her in, she looked up at Ikeda and over at Carvalho.  She gulped as Marco used nylon straps to secure her wrists to a cleat under the table.  Next, a wide one across her tummy and following that.... he arranged her legs so her knees were widely spread and her feet went up into the stirrups, where he used straps to secure her ankles.  This was remarkably like the position she was in two days earlier when Ikeda used the colonic machine on her and the cruel urethral probe.

Now bound, the Doctor came over then and began examining her....starting at her ears with a lighted scope.  He looked at her eyes, nose and mouth and soon, he was feeling her breasts and examining her nipples.  He noted the bite marks and some bruises.  Ikeda commented on the condition of Sandra’s pussy.

“Rough sex,” he said turning to Carvalho, who grinned....

Then he announced that he would give her a “pelvic exam”.  Sandra prepared herself, as the Doctor spread her labia.  He did not put on any latex gloves. 

“Used hard....like on honeymoon,” was all he said as he examined her raw, swollen labia, clitoris, vagina and anus. 

Sandra blushed at this.  As Alan watched the Doctor pull and probe his daughter’s pussy, he became fully erect; it was a tremendous turn-on for him. The “mad medical scientist” thing from the movies came back to him in a recalled scene.

Ikeda then began the “treatment”.  He went to a cabinet and brought out a pump, which he placed on one of the gurneys.  He also grabbed an oval shaped rubber cup with a tube which he connected to the pump.  He put the cup over Sandra’s pussy and turned on the pump.  Instantly it clamped itself tightly to her pubis. 

Ikeda began adjusting knobs on the pump and as the suction increased her labia and clitoris were pulled taut.  This stretching and pulling increased the blood supply to her pussy and as the pump throbbed rhythmically her labia and clitoris began to swell. 

As the suction cup continued its devilish work, Sandra began to writhe and pant, bound to the table.  As the tissues in her genitals swelled and enlarged, she began to ooze her juices into the cup.  It was semi-opaque and the collected moisture could be seen building up in the lower portion of the cup.  Sandra began to moan softly as the suction pulled blood into her sex organs and created irresistible feelings.

He kept her on the machine for 20 minutes and then shut off the pump and removed the cup.  Alan peered intently at his daughter’s pussy.  It looked different.  He had never seen anything like the cup used on a woman before so the sight that greeted his eyes was a bit astonishing. 

Sandra’s labia, both the outer and her thinner inner sex lips were now swollen up to twice their normal size.  The clitoral hood and her clitoris were also engorged.  As Ikeda examined her, she began to moan.  It was obvious to Alan that the treatment had sensitized her pussy. He also marveled at the sexual beauty of his daughter.  She had a very pretty cunt…..

The good Doctor then began to pinch, stroke and tease her clitoris in a way that no doctor would have done.  And Sandra, bound and helpless, pulled against the straps, but she could only struggle, and like being bound to the whipping post, she responded by becoming more aroused and submissive.  The feelings of helplessness....and being a “sex object” were intensified by being tied up. 

And now the Doctor inserted his finger into her honey pot, already on the boil.  Then two fingers.  He fished around looking for her G-spot and the epicenter.  Finding the bumpy spot and the pocket further in....he began to pat, rub and then frig her harder and harder.  He put his other hand on her tummy and pressed down.....and soon, Sandra gasped and cried out as a hot spurt of clear juice shot from her pussy and almost hit Alan.  Ikeda took his hand out and shook it.  It was soaking wet and drops flew everywhere. 

“Very hot,” was all he said. 

He wasn’t through finger-fucking her though.  He did the very same thing again and although it took a little longer, he made Sandra ejaculate again; shooting her cum a good two feet.  Bound, she could only thrash her head from side to side and try to hump her hips up, but she was a pawn in his hands and he had taken complete control of her pussy now. 

And now he was ready to take her to the next level with some electrodes that would be applied to stimulate the nerves.  He pushed the hood of her clitoris back and rubbed some gel directly on Sandra’s clit, rolling it between his fingers. This caused her to squirm and she felt an uncontrollable urge to close her legs, but her position made that impossible.

Ikeda then told her just to relax and close her eyes while he rolled a large piece of equipment next to the table and arranged some instruments on a tray. He went right to work spreading her labia to view the clitoris. He picked up something that looked like a small reflex hammer and told her to take a deep breath.

At that moment, the doctor began to tap rhythmically on her exposed clit. Sandra began to squirm. Ikeda asked her to be still, but she couldn't so Marco applied more restraint with some Velcro straps around each thigh. The tapping stopped, and the doctor inserted a large wand into her vagina.

He exposed her clitoris and applied conductive gel and then a padded alligator type clip right on her clit. Before she could say anything, he inserted a bulbous tipped dildo into her vagina, to complete the circuit, and then applied current through the clip and the bulb.

Female electro-stimulation was an entirely new experience for Sandra, and she didn’t respond all that well until Doctor Ikeda replaced the clip on her clit with a small clear plastic cylinder which fit over her clitoris.  When he applied suction to her clitoris, it engorged it fully and an electrode in the cylinder allowed him to electro-stimulate her this way.

This combination made all the difference.  Sandra entered a twilight zone of sex stimulation.  She began to experience spectacular and sustained orgasms....over and over and over.  She just kept spurting and spurting from her pisshole and the gland openings around her vagina. 

The dildo inside her vagina Ikeda set on ‘high’ with a slow pulse but the one on her clitoris he set on a very fast low pulse.   One of the contact rings on the dildo was mounted deep and one was mounted shallow which forced her vagina to contract on itself lengthwise from the inside-out.  It made her feel like the dildo was fucking her relentlessly...

Ikeda also applied ‘bipolar clips’ to her nipples.  These confined the current to the bit of flesh trapped between the clamp's jaws. They were designed with two contacts for each nipple.  These, when clamped on her nipples, were very painful.  Ikeda had learned that some women, receiving the maximum stimulation from the electro-stimulation box, had a more explosive response if their nipples were hurt at the same time.

Alan sat there throbbing in his pants....his prick hard and hot as he watched the Doctor work his daughter like a puppet.  He would make her cum and then he would turn it down to let her recuperate.  Then he would begin it all over again.  Playing her like a machine until she began writhing and struggling like she was being torn apart from the inside out. 

She grunted, groaned, and finally screamed as he shocked and e-stimmed her over and over again.  She sweated so much it seemed like someone had thrown a bucket of water on her.  Her hair hung in wet stringy clumps around her face and her underarms, face, neck, belly, back and thighs dripped perspiration.

Her pussy hair become soaked in sweat and her juices as she ejaculated repeatedly and pissed as well.  Ikeda kept forcing her to cum and cum.  He wanted to see, as did Carvalho, how much sexual stamina she had.  The tools he had accumulated allowed him to work a woman over until she was totally drained in body and mind.

The rest of the afternoon was spent pushing her to exhaustion.  When he was done, she had to be helped up and needed help dressing herself.  There was no way to tell how many orgasms Sandra had. She was so exhausted, she could not walk by herself and Marco had to help her back to her hut.  She picked at her food and slept for hours.

 

Chapter 12

Anal Gang Rape

Sandra had never been anally penetrated.  She flinched when she felt Cornelio preparing her asshole.   He then spit on her anus; that was degrading.  When he was ready, he impaled her with his cock.  The others crowded closer; their attention on the one-sided struggle between the foreman’s big cock and her tight asshole.  

The expressions on his face and hers were similar.  Both appeared to be in the grip of pain.  Sandra by the pain and humiliation as Cornelio sodomized her in front of his comrades and Cornelio by his eagerness to hurt her.  The look in her eyes said she was in pain; because Sandra had a tight hole.   As he penetrated her, the pain was terrific. 

Just as if she were giving birth, she panted like a dog as she tried to deal with the pain in her shitter.   Frantically she tried to resist - her sphincter trying to relax.  But it was no good.  She couldn’t relax it enough for it not to hurt terribly. 

He leaned on her and this forced his hard cock deeper into her.  His cock, embedded in her asshole, overloaded her mind with waves of pain.  She had never been sodomized before.  Cornelio brutally forced his way deeper inside her virgin ass, cruelly stretching her rectum.  Sandra felt as if his big cock was like a baseball bat being forced up her ass.  It felt like he was going to split her in two.

“OH GOD, IT’S KILLING ME.....OH GOD....NO....NO....PLEASE....NO....!”

Her body began to surrender to his cock as it was too painful to resist any longer.  In her mind she began to open up to him totally.  There was no other way....

“Please... not so hard.... it hurts soooo much.”

Her shit hole had loosened a little and it took him only three or four strokes to fully penetrate her up to his pubic hairs.   Her sphincter gripped the base of his cock tightly - squeezing his cock. 

As the others watched, Cornelio began to ride her.  He started moving relentlessly in and out of her asshole like a machine, brutally stretching her.  Now that he was fully inside her, Cornelio knelt; his knees shoulder width apart on the bunk.  He gripped her slick, sweaty shoulders to pull her now pliant body back onto his hard cock, so he could plow into her asshole with hard, powerful strokes. 

He slammed into her ass with all his power to hurt her, brutally and relentlessly impaling her on his cock.  Involuntarily, Sandra, underneath him, cried out, a low constant moan coming from her full lips.

Everyone could see her hands clench helplessly each time Cornelio plowed her.  Her body had gone limp.  Nothing angry or pleading came out of her mouth, just incoherent animal-like sounds and a long moan, the volume rising and falling in time with Cornelio’s humping.

“OHHHHHHHHHHH.”

Cornelio sodomized her as the others men joked or clapped their hands in time with his thrusts into her open asshole.  It seemed to Sandra as if it would go on forever.  It hurt her and what was worse was that she felt so helpless.  There was nothing she could do to make him stop.  Cornelio stayed hard stroke after stroke, battering her body. 

He came only when he threw himself forward onto her back, grabbing her thick hair to force her head to one side, so he could see her tear-streaked face as he raped her.  Only then, after he had looked into her eyes and felt her submit totally, did he cum in her ass.  He cried out in triumph as he filled her asshole with hot cum.  

He lay on her wet, warm back for a moment, crushing her with his weight, until Danilo, impatient now for his turn, tapped him on the shoulder and asked for his place. He was just as rough as Cornelio.  In a single thrust he impaled Sandra, sinking up to his pubic hairs in her.  He plowed relentlessly into her wide open ass.  Poor Sandra just made small moaning sounds underneath him.  She could manage nothing more.  Each time he slammed into her, it knocked the wind out of her lungs. 

Unconcerned with her agony, he took his pleasure as quickly and as brutally as he could.  Then he too filled her with a flood of hot cum before also collapsing on her nude back.  He got off her and was replaced by Marco and then Kleber. 

Sandra lost track of time as the men raped her ass.   She took all 6 men: the Patrão, his four henchmen and Doctor Ikeda.  It seemed to go on and on as one man would finish and the next man would ram it into her.  It all became one long rape.  The cock became one huge cock, repeatedly and painfully sodomizing her.

She only knew the hurtful impalement, the feeling of having her ass stretched and invaded, had become her whole reality.   She lay passive and open.  Just as she had surrendered to Cornelio, she surrendered to each man who followed him.  She became nothing more than their fuck toy.  

The pain in her shit hole became a constant ache.  Through it all, she lay there on her belly - her mouth open, panting between moans.  Her sweaty body gleamed, the light creating shadows.   Her naked body, buffeted by their violent thrusts, was just a thing for them to use and abuse.

Afterwards as she laid there, defiled by cum and sweat, the Patrão began whispering in her ear.   She was so “out-of-it” she couldn’t make sense of what he was saying to her.   She lay on her belly; her legs splayed wide, her shithole gaping. She closed her eyes…. her mind a blank.  Her asshole was raw, stretched - an open “O” - a toothless mouth....with a slimy mixture of semen and saliva drooling from it.  Her next bowel movement would be a torment.  Her asshole was so sore that having to take a shit hurt so much she gripped the toilet seat and groaned as each turd emerged from her ravaged anus.  

Chapter 13

In the Field House

Alan got up early and wandered about the compound.  He heard some noise and looked over at a small hut near a shed. This was the place they were keeping Sandra.  He got closer and as he approached he saw the door was open a crack.  He was curious and in luck.  He spied Sandra and she was giving blowjobs to Marco and Kleber. 

They were standing on either side of her and she was kneeling naked between them.  She had a hold of each of their uncircumcised cocks and was giving them a very wet and loving blowjob. Alan, peeking, realized his daughter was not being forced in any way.

She was sucking them off with passion and pleasure.  Her mouth was wet and she was dripping a mixture of her saliva and their pre-cum. She would jerk their cocks a stroke....a very wet stroke and lick, kiss and then suck them into her mouth. She went from cock to cock. They had their hands on their hips and were smiling and grunted as she worked them over.

 

Marco had a long, slim uncircumcised dick.  When he came, she let it drip from her mouth a little and then slobbered all over his dick.  Her mouth and chin were wet when she was done.

 

Kleber did almost the same thing.  Both men enjoyed her sloppy suck of their cocks and slurping up their semen.  Alan stood there and his prick got stiff watching her orally worshipping their cocks.  It was obvious that his daughter had found her darker side.  By the time both men had dumped a load in her mouth, she was wet. So much so, that it had dripped down the insides of her thighs. 

 

Alan snuck away and rushed back to the cottage. Finding Josilene gone, he jerked off.  His daughter’s hot performance had driven him to use the memory to stimulate his masturbation.  He didn’t know it, but he was about to be treated that afternoon to his daughter’s greatest performance.

Cornelio visited Sandra and told her to get herself ready for a ‘party’ that afternoon. She was to fix herself up.  The Patrão wanted her to wear lots of make-up; there were specific instructions as to what she was to wear: her most feminine bra and panties. And he tossed her a mini- skirt, a blouse and heels. 

She was allowed to shower, wash her hair and paint her finger and toenails red and spray herself with perfume.  At 1 o’clock, Cornelio and Danilo came by to get her. They looked her over and whistled as she turned around for their appraisal.  She was wearing the navy blue pleated mini-skirt that stopped mid-thigh and a lavender silk blouse with no stockings or panty hose and black 4 inch high-heels.  She wore black lace trimmed nylon bikini panties and a matching lacy bra that barely held her 36C tits. 

“Nice.....  My little meretriz (whore) you look very hot.  Are you all ready to go to a party,” asked Danilo?

“Yes....I guess so,” she said.

“You are the guest of honor,” he said smirking.

Cornelio and Danilo drove her in one of the golf carts.  She sat in the passenger seat as Cornelio drove and Danilo sat in the back seat.  They stopped to pick up Alan.  He was also on edge wondering what was in store for her.  Cornelio took them over to the main barracks.   The drive was very short; it wasn’t a long trip as the bunkhouse was just down the road.  This was where all the field hands, vineyard workers, cowboys, security guards and gardeners lived. 

When they got to the bunkhouse, Cornelio stopped the cart, cut the motor, turned to Sandra and gave her a big grin, as if to say, ‘well, slut....we’re here....!’

Sandra looked around and saw men peeking out from the windows and the open door. 

“Is this where the party is,” she asked gulping?

“Yep,” he said laughing. 

Danilo slapped Alan on the thigh and startled, he almost jumped out of the cart.  Cornelio’s laughter had set the tone.  The big man stepped out, came around to her side, and in a courtly gesture, took Sandra by the hand to ‘escort’ her inside. 

Danilo nudged Alan, who was dressed in pressed chinos and a nice, button down cotton striped shirt, as if to say, ‘you too....let’s go’.

When they entered the bunkhouse, it was like a college dorm or a military barracks.  There were rough men in various stages of dress; some lounging on cots; others coming from the latrine.  It was a Saturday afternoon and normally these men would be going into town to get drunk and see if they could score some pussy.

Cornelio began barking orders as they got to the center of the room.  Sandra could see double-decked bunk beds lining both walls.  On the other end was the showers and latrine.  There was a row of windows on both sides of the building, but no fan.  It was hot in the building.  Crowded into the space were three dozen hard, sweaty working men adding to the heat.

Still holding Sandra’s hand, Cornelio waited for someone to bring forward a footlocker.  Two brown skinned, hard bodied Indians hauled out a battered wooden chest and set it down in the center of the room, where Cornelio indicated he wanted it.

Danilo had joined Cornelio on Sandra’s other side.  Alan hung back by the entrance waiting to see what developed.  Cornelio told Sandra to get up on the footlocker and held her hand helping her up.  Then he began to speak...Actually it was more of an announcement.  In Portuguese, of course, so Sandra (and Alan) didn’t know what he was saying exactly.  But from the tenor of this voice and his gestures, it was apparent that he was introducing Sandra to the men.

He went on to tell them who she was and that man skulking over there in the corner, (pointing to Alan, who seemed to shrink upon hearing his name and the turned, curious hard faces of the men when Cornelio pointed him out) was her father.  And due to the beneficence of the leader, the Patrão, Sandra was to be theirs to do with, as they pleased, for the rest of the day. 

The festivities were to end by breakfast and she was not to be permanently harmed, but they were encouraged to make full and free use of her.  A big tray with hundreds of condoms was brought out and Cornelio made it a point that every man had to wear one when he fucked the woman in her pussy or asshole.

At this, a huge cry like the roar of a four ton animal went up from the mob.  Forty men bellowed out their lust and announced their fierce male energy.  It startled Sandra and Alan.  Then, Cornelio motioned for the men to calm down as he made a general statement in praise of Sandra’s ‘charms’. 

Again, it got a reaction from the mob, but not as rambunctious as the first.  He began extolling her charms as, still holding her hand; he got her turning this way and that.  The men began whistling and hollering as she was displayed to them. 

Cornelio extolled her tits, her ass and her tight pussy.  At the mention of each of these the men roared.  Sandra sensing they their raw male appreciation of her, began to get wet between her legs. 

She had started to get wet when she realized what type of party it was.   When Cornelio laughed and told her she was to be the ‘party favor’, her pussy had started to run...  She was very nervous, at first, not knowing what was in store, but now in the bunkhouse, and seeing all the rough, hard men wanting her....desiring her....she began to cream her panties. 

Alan was also in some emotional turmoil himself.  He figured out the same thing when they were taken to the bunkhouse for a ‘party’.  But he was very nervous as he contemplated his daughter’s gang rape.

Next, Cornelio made her take off her blouse.  Danilo took it from her.  Now, the men howled when they saw her sweet 36C tits in her sexy black bra.  Again, Cornelio made her turn this way and that.  Even cup her tits in her hand, bend over some, and squeeze them together in the bra cups.  She was performing a striptease for the men and Alan found himself drawn against all logic into a state of sexual excitement himself as he watched his daughter get naked for the men.  

Next her skirt came off and the men began clapping and stomping their feet.  Saturday after the midday meal was their time to go off to town, so they were primed for action.  Cornelio told her to take off her bra next.  She reached behind and undid the hooks and then crossed her arms.  This cradled her big tits and she gracefully let it fall.  Danilo took it from her and threw it to the mob. 

They hooted and hollered and two of them grappled over the perfumed garment.  Now Cornelio made her turn around to display her two ‘girls’ to the men.  She had to bounce up and down to make them jiggle and sway.  It was embarrassing for Sandra....she had never done anything like this in her life. Her nipples, sitting on puckered aureoles nearly 1 ½” inches across, stuck out like two brown berries and showed her excitement.

By the time she pulled down her panties and handed them to the Danilo, there was a big wet spot in the crotch.  He showed it to the mob of men and they went wild.  Then he threw the panties into the air to let someone catch them....A young kid caught them, brought them to his nose and sniffed.  Then he held them aloft and yelled triumphantly.  Now that she was naked, Cornelio made her twirl and turn and then bend over in front of all the men. 

 

Sandra got wetter as she was exhibited, as it was a very strong humiliation to have to display her pussy (pull apart the labia to show pink) and spread her cheeks to show her asshole to the men.  Danilo brought out a strap and a cane, and made an announcement that Sandra could be whipped to keep her ‘enthusiasm’ high.  Then Cornelio distributed ‘chits’.  It was to be a lottery to determine the order.  The lowest numbers went first etc.  

The men lined up, making crude remarks with the first of them dropping their trousers or shorts to display their erections.   Other men stood on the sidelines, waiting their turn.  Sandra felt a little scared and excited.  She knew she ever be the same again.  She was lifted and placed on her elbows and knees on a bunk pulled into the center of the room. Her legs were pulled wide so her pussy lips opened, glistening in the morning light inviting all of the men to fuck her.

Men stood on either side of her and each grabbed a breast squeezing it and pinching and pulling on the big, brown nipples.  A cock entered her forcefully and began to piston in and out, cumming after a few strokes.  Another man shoved his cock into her.  The men quickly came in her.  Those mauling her tits were pulled off by others wanting a turn.  They pulled on her nipples so hard it stretched her tits.  Hands were all over her ass feeling, pinching and probing.  An older man, with gold teeth, worked his middle finger into her ass hole as someone else fucked her pussy. 

Following this they turned her over, so that she was face up.  Two men held onto her ankles and pulled her legs over her head. Then a man got his cock in her and fucked her this way.  She was sweating now a lot in the heat and her make-up had run. 

Finally, all the men had fucked her in her pussy, leaving it a sloppy mess.  Her labia had swollen up to comic proportions and her clitoris, having been suctioned by the Doctor, was already enlarged.  Now it was as big as a pea and almost purple in color.  Her pubic hair was wet and matted down from sweat, semen and her pussy juices.  And it just drooled from her hole. 

Her eyes, tearing, so her mascara had smeared and she looked like a sad clown.  Her lipstick was gone, and her hair was a mess. Some of the men wanted her to kiss and suck their cocks.  Other men took to face-fucking her hard so she gagged and drooled.  Combined with the pre-cum, semen and saliva her mouth was soon a sloppy mess.  She dripped and drooled down onto her tits to glaze her nipples.  She was sweaty and semen spattered on her face, tits and belly. If she slowed down, the strap was applied demandingly to her buttocks.  

This all went on for hours.  Men would tire and she would get a rest, but then someone would get energized and one or a pair would descend on her lying there on a bunk.  Then they would fuck her some more.

The men who had bigger dicks brought initial pain and later ecstasy as they stretched her sexhole, pressed her cervix and womb.  As they reamed her out they touched all the hot spots in her vagina and she had several orgasms from being fucked.  If she slowed down, she was whipped on her butt with the cane.  They fucked her until she grunted, moaned, groaned and screamed and came like a $10 dollar whore. 

 

She came a half-dozen times as all forty men used her as fuck toy.  Some of the men had big cocks and made her scream.  All of them filled her pussy with load after load of hot, pearly, slimy semen.  Several jerked off on her and made her masturbate at the same time.  Someone got a rag and they used this to wipe her pussy in between fucks.  At one point, one of the men shoved this rag, which by then was soaked and disgusting, into her mouth.

 

Cornelio made a point of bringing Alan over to look at her messy pussy and point out to him how much of a slut his daughter was.  Men clapped him on the back in a spirit of those who are glad to share, especially when it was his daughter they were sharing.  Sandra could hardly walk when it was over.

Three older men grabbed her, pulled her from the bunk, and dragged her to the latrine.  They made her bend over, hold her ankles and took turns whipping her ass with a leather belt.  After this, Sandra was soon on her knees on the floor and a line of men took turns fucking her mouth and making her gag.  Her make-up was now totally a mess.  Several men pissed in her mouth.

Finally, at around 5:30 am, each man having fucked Sandra at least twice, it got fairly quiet in the barracks as most of the men fell asleep or tried to.   Sandra lay on her back exhausted in a puddle of sweat, semen and pussy juice; her legs splayed wide, her pussy hole gaping open wide like there was an invisible pipe holding the walls apart, her breasts bruised, her nipples sore, her clitoris and labia swollen and purple.

She stared at nothing - her mind a blank.  She was totally exhausted.  Then someone would get a hard-on and climb on top of her to fuck her again.  She could be heard grunting, then moaning and finally crying out.  When it was all over, Cornelio put his arm around Alan’s shoulder. 

 

“Wait till you see what else the Patrão he has in store for her!” 

 

Alan gulped.  His mind was aflame; ‘what else,’ he wondered? Sandra was allowed to dress in her blouse, skirt and shoes.  Her panties and bra were long gone.  Sore, sweaty and spattered, she was taken back to her hut.  She fell asleep the instant her head hit the pillow.  Alan lay awake for several hours and masturbated again reliving the ‘party’.

Chapter 14

The Parilla

Carvalho took Alan for a walk and a smoke. He gave him a good Nicaraguan cigar and lit one up himself.  The Patrão got Alan talking about what he liked to do with women. And then what kind of woman his daughter was. And did he ever fantasize about torturing a woman.  He got Alan to admit more than he should have.  Getting him into the right mood, he walked him over to the chamber.

  Ikeda was already there.  So were Marco and Sandra.  She was wearing tight shorts and a tight tube top.  Alan was sure that these weren’t her clothes. The Patrão was obviously dressing her. 

“Are you ready,” Carvalho asked Ikeda?

“I’m almost ready.”

“Good.” 

“Sandra, take off your clothes.”

She looked at him and then at her Dad and quickly disrobed.  In the morning light she looked fresh and hot.  The bruises and bite marks had faded and Alan found himself looking at her again intently.  She caught him looking and stared at him as if to say, ‘well, Daddy, are you staring at my naked tits?’

“Marco, bring the frame over here,” Carvalho said, pointing to the bare bed frame against the wall.

“Yes, I’m ready,” said Ikeda.

He went to the cabinet and brought out a leather covered box, about the size of a make-up case.  He opened it and inside was small generator.  It was a military unit.  There were red and black connection knobs on the front and dials and control knobs on the top.   He took out a black wire and connected it to the black knob. 

“Marco, strap her down.”

“OK, Sir.”

Sandra was strapped with her arms over her head and her ankles wide apart. It was uncomfortable on the bare frame and she squirmed trying to find a comfortable spot. There was none. 

Alan had come down to the foot of the bed and was staring at his daughter’s hairy pussy.  He was curious to see how it looked after her gang rape. It was still a bit swollen and red, but surprisingly normal.  ‘It’s amazing how much a woman’s cunt can handle,’ Alan thought to himself. Ikeda took a copper egg and began squirting gel all over it. He made sure it was well lubricated.  He took a black wire to it and connected with a little plug to the black knob. 

“This goes in your vagina.”

He told Sandra this was “negative or ground”.  As he said this, he was smiling.  She could see he was enjoying the opportunity to torment her mentally. 

Sandra groaned as he bent down and spread her labia and worked the egg into her sexhole.  He got it in her deep behind her pubic bone, so that it was just in front of the cervix.  Alan watched interested, as the doctor worked with slippery fingers to get it seated properly.

Sandra was sweating in fear now.  The metal slats grew slippery with her sweat.  When she started asking a lot of questions, the doctor pulled out a rubber gag and shoved it in her mouth - for her to bite on.

He said, “So you don’t bite your tongue off.”

He got a slim copper rod and connected it to a red wire.  He attached this to the red knob on the front.   He explained that this was a ‘parilla’, the famous Argentinean electro torture system. It consisted of the bed frame, the generator, the copper rod and the egg.

“Where ever I touch you with this,” he said holding up the rod, “you’ll get a shock.  The police would ask a suspect a question.  Usually a leftist or a suspected terrorist and if they didn’t give the right answer, they were given a shock.  The favored targets were the nipples, the navel, the genitals and the anus. They usually had a doctor in attendance to make sure that the suspect wasn’t permanently injured. Lucky for you, I’m a doctor,” he said smiling.

It’s a two-man job,” he said turning to Alan.  “I’ll operate the rod…you run the controls.”

Alan looked at Carvalho and then at Ikeda and then at Sandra, who looked at her father questioningly. ‘He’s become the torturer’s apprentice’, she thought to herself.

“The big one controls the amount of current. The one on the right with the handle is spring loaded and lets you give them a quick jolt,” Ikeda counseled him.

Alan, slowly and without a word, went to the generator. He studied the box and when Ikeda nodded his head to encourage him, put his right hand on the control knob.

“Set it at 20,” Ikeda advised him. Alan turned the dial…..

“Marco, wet her down,” Ikeda said to the boy.

He went to the sink and picked up a spray bottle. He held a salt water solution.  He came over and began spraying Sandra’s tits, belly, thighs and between her legs.  She moaned and whimpered as he did this.  She knew from high school physics that this would make the current spread easily…..She felt very much the victim now: naked, bound, wired up and wet down……

Ikeda touched the tip of the pencil thin probe to her right nipple.  She immediately felt the current.  It felt like an electric shock does.  It was not super painful, but it made her writhe and squirm.  It felt extremely unpleasant.  Then he touched it to her left nipple.  He went back and forth, using the water to allow the tip to slip and slide over the aureoles and around the nipple.  At one point he told Allan to turn it off and set the dial to 30. Then he pressed on her right nipple indenting it considerably. 

“Flip the handle to the right,” he instructed Alan, who promptly flipped it all the way to the right and allowed the spring to bring it back to the center position. This was repeated with her other nipple. Sandra groaned and screamed into her gag.  He had Alan turn the control knob up and down to vary the torment.  When he got tired of working on her nipples, he went to work on her navel.  He only hit this a few times and then he got serious and spent time re-wetting and shocking her pussy.  He used the tip to explore every crease and fold of her genitalia.  He had Alan turn it up as high as ‘80’ at one point.

The sensations when he inserted the rod in her vagina (rooting around for the different targets like her cervix, g-spot etc.) were so painful that she bit the rubber in her mouth hard and arched up off the table, making her breasts wobble and fly all over her chest.  It felt to her like she had something tearing at her deep inside.  He waited a moment, and went to work again on her anus and got the rod in her rectum.  Again, Sandra was lifted from the table.  When he had Alan turn it up to ‘90’, she was able to spit out the rubber gag and began screaming... The sounds coming from her mouth seemed like they were coming from another person.

After a while, he went back to her tits.  And then went down between her legs again. After this, she became so disoriented, that she really didn’t hear anything anyone was saying.  The shocks to her nipples and her clitoris made them swell and made her scream and scream. Her breasts soon turned bright red and the nipples got bigger and darker in color.  She collapsed on the table each time he stopped.  Her brown nipples swelled up and turned purple, almost black in color!

Her vagina, urethra, anus and rectum were on fire too.  Images of bees swarming in her vagina - jabbing her with the stingers and injecting her with venom flitted thru Sandra’s   mind.  The pain was so sharp that she lost her breath.  He shocked her again and again.  It made her feel like she had to urinate too when he put the thin tip right up against the urethral mouth and let her have it there.  It was excruciating.

She howled and shrieked like an animal and began twitching from the current even when he stopped.  The feelings were indescribable and she screamed like a lunatic.  Her vagina got wet with sweat, her secretions and urine when she pissed herself and she was sweating so much it made the electricity spread even more. 

Ikeda forced her into convulsions; her whole body went into spasms.  It felt to her like her guts were being squeezed.  The shocks made her anal sphincters clench hard and when he stopped, they relaxed. Over and over, clenching and relaxing.  He used the rod to rape her. And Alan helped. He had become the torturer’s apprentice.

There was a lot of wetness; it became apparent that she pissed herself.  The feelings and the tension in her pelvis became completely intolerable.  Her whole body went rigid and she was bent into a bow; and she made all kinds of inhuman noises.  

She screamed until she was hoarse.  Sandra thought she was going to go out of her mind. She had never felt anything like it in her whole life.  Then he stopped.   In the background, she could hear Carvalho and Marco laughing and joking. 

Every time he shocked her clitoris, getting the tip under the hood, she arched up like she was trying to touch the ceiling with her hips.  She jerked, twitched and humped her hips up and down.  Her face and chest flushed a deep red; and not just her breasts. Her hips went up and down and when they did her buttocks smacked the table and made a wet, hard sound each time.  She begged like a child, after each shock, for him to stop and soon began babbling like an idiot…  

“Please! Please! Please! NO MORE…NO MORE….PLEASE,” she begged.

The doctor stopped shocking her finally.  The ordeal left her a mess.  Her nose ran, tears wet her cheeks; and she had drooled a lot.  She had clenched the muscles in her butt so hard they were sore.  Her back ached; and she was exhausted. Sandra gulped and closed her eyes, as Carvalho commanded her to confess something deep and dark; something that she had not told anyone.  When she hesitated, he threatened her again with the ‘parilla’. 

 

“Tell me a deep dark secret.”

 

Alan looked at her intently, wondering where Carvalho was going with this.  Sandra gulped and then told him she’d let the family dog lick her pussy when she was 14.  That she was fascinated by what the dog had between its legs.  That having a male animal hot for her turned her on. And that she had climaxed by letting the dog lick her.  Alan sat there with his mouth open. 

He couldn’t believe this was his daughter speaking.  He never knew she had done that with Hector, their German shepherd.  Sandra looked at her father and when it was obvious that his look told her how upset this had made him, she looked away. 

 

Marco undid the straps holding her...She was free, but just lay there.  Eventually, they got her up. That’s when she lost control of her bladder again.  She grabbed her stomach and began to piss uncontrollably.  It splashed all over the floor.  Sandra was also shocked that her father took part.  ‘How could he do that to me’, she wondered?  She felt she could not feel any more shame or humiliation. 

Chapter 15

K-9 Training

Cornelio fetched her that night.  The Patrão, Danilo, Kleber, Cornelio, Marco, Kleber, Doctor Ikeda, Alan and Josilene were all there in the stables. Chairs had been set up like it was going to be a show of some type.  Marco got busy, at that point, laying down a rug on the straw-covered floor.  Alan heard a noise, looked around and saw Cornelio bringing over a big dog on a leash.  It was a huge, muscular, friendly beast - a liver-colored mastiff. At 135 lbs., it was a very big dog. 

 

The Patrão had decided, when he made her tell him that she had sex with the family pet, he would subject Sandra to some ‘K-9’ training.  He encouraged Sandra to pet the dog.  Make friends with it.   Then, he told her to ‘strip’.  The five men watched her smirked and joked the whole time. 

Alan came over and begged the Patrão not to do this to his daughter.  Having sex with an animal was way over the top, he felt.  Carvalho gently pushed him to sit and watch. When Sandra had gotten naked, the Patrão pointed to the chair, indicating he wanted her to sit.  Danilo had taken her panties from her and brought them over to let the dog sniff the crotch.  At this, the big dog snorted and   barked.  The dog had been trained to fuck women and the smell of Sandra’s musk on her panties was all it needed to set him off. 

 

“He likes your stinky panties, Sandra!”

 

This made Sandra blush.  The Patrão had her drape her legs over the chair’s arms.  This exposed her pussy and anus.  When Cornelio led the beast over to Sandra’s spread thighs, it sniffed her crotch right away and then began licking her slowly at first - then more enthusiastically as it got the smell and the taste of her pussy.

 

“Oh…. Oh …. Oh … Oh... Oh! OH! Ah… Ahhh…. Ohhh…. Ohhh……OH...OH…….OH SHIT….OH SHIT…OH SHIT!”

 

The beast’s tongue licking her pussy aroused Sandra very quickly.  The dog knew how to use its tongue and lapped all around her hole.  It slopped its big, pink tongue all over her labia, clitoris and as she began to get juicier…it thrust its tongue into her vagina too.

 

This tongue fucking… combined with the pussy lapping quickly made Sandra cum.   She whimpered, squealed and came. 

“Oh….….Oh…OH…..OH…..OH….UUHH….OHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Then, the beast’s nose and muzzle was at her anus and she felt the tongue lapping there… warm and wet on her anus.  This felt so good too.  The dog licked her from her anus to her clitoris with big, sloppy kisses.  With her legs over the arms of the chair, Sandra was totally open.

She forgot all about the men watching her. Oh, she could hear them – joking and enjoying the show…but the dog’s tongue totally dominated her. Sandra sat there, whimpering, grunting, moaning and groaning. Soon, she began to cum continuously.  Alan couldn’t believe his daughter was cumming from having sex with a dog.  He also couldn’t believe how hot it was making him.

 

After she’d had a string of convulsive orgasms, Carvalho wanted her to suck the dog’s dick. The dog’s red organ was out of its sheath and protruding several inches. It was red, dripping and drooling slime.  He instructed Sandra to lie down on the rug.  Then, Cornelio and Danilo got the dog straddling her head. This put its organ right in her face.  Danilo reached in between the animal’s legs and grabbed its cock right behind the big ‘knot’ at the base. As he held it, the bulge began swelling.  Alan wasn’t sure that Sandra would go along with fellating a dog, but he knew they could force her.

 

Cornelio told Sandra to give the tip wet sucking kisses.  Then, run the tip of her tongue in little circles around the pointed tip. She did it willingly and with enthusiasm. This really made it spurt in little pops like mad.  Finally, he wanted her to suck the tip.  Cornelio had her do this, in the exact order, over and over again. The men were beside themselves as they watched her degrade herself completely.  Her face got wet as she slobbered over the spurting, dripping organ.

 

The beast alternately dribbled and spurted. As she kissed it – Sandra swallowed a lot of semen.  This really got the beast going…. the semen kept jetting out in pops and spurts.  As Sandra continued to fellate the dog, the ‘knot’ at the base got huge. It looked like the animal’s dick had swallowed two lemons.

 

The slimy discharge filled Sandra’s mouth over and over. Her face was wet too - everywhere.  Every time she took the tip out of her mouth, it squirted semen.  Her cheeks, chin, lips and tits were soon glistening with the dog’s slimy discharge…Alan’s prick got so hard that his balls soon began to ache.  He slipped his hand into his pocket to play with his prick as he watched his daughter suck the dog’s dick.

 

Sandra looked over and saw everyone’s reaction at her slutty performance.  She felt humiliation, and Cornelio’s steady stream of verbal abuse adding to that feeling. They kept her at it until Carvalho wanted the animal to fuck her.  So, they got her on all fours on the rug. The beast knew just what to do.

 

Excited, it growled as it jumped on her back and its front legs and paws wrapped around her ribcage. Its hips quickly began humping. The animal tried with all its might to get its organ in her hole. It kept jabbing at her.  Mottled purple and red, the dog’s dick was a slimy, dripping, nightmare. 

Cornelio and Danilo would let the dog almost mount her and then they would pull the animal back.  It would bark and struggle wanting to get its dick into her warm, wet hole.  They did this to work the animal up and load up its testicles.  Breeding animals on the ranch they knew that the dog’s seminal reservoirs would swell and fill by these ‘false mounts’. 

 

But they finally let the dog go.  As soon as the dog got its dick in her warm, wet hole, BAM – it shoved it in so deep and fast that Sandra lost her breath.  It drove it in and out so fast - like a piston.  Sandra began crying out as it fucked her like a rag doll, punching to the end of her vagina. 

 

And now, she felt the ‘knot’ trying to get in her pussy.  Sandra looked back between her legs and saw the ‘knot’ right at her hole.  It was huge now as the animal pushed and pushed, trying to get it into her.  Finally, Sandra howled with a mixture of pleasure and pain as the ‘knot’ forced open the mouth of her vagina, the sphincter, really wide and slid inside her hole.  Alan nearly came in his pants as he watched the big, nasty ‘knot’ squeezing itself into Sandra’s hole.

Josilene, sitting next to Alan, reached over and began to squeeze his erection in his pants.  Sandra could feel the beast’s dick as it went deeper - past her cervix to fill her up completely.  When that happened, Sandra began babbling like an idiot. Filthy words tumbled out of her mouth.  She was lost in the grip of the bestial coupling and began screaming:

 

“OH SHIT - FUCK ME….. OH SHIT…..OH SHIT…..OH SHIT….OH FUCK ME…FUCK ME….I’M A DOG SLUT…I’M A FUCKING DOG SLUT…..FUCK ME.  FUCK MEEEE!"

 

The dog used his front paws to pull her closer and humped her like it had a jackhammer between its legs.  The beast drooled on her back and fucked like a machine.  It never stopped. It kept fucking her mercilessly, not allowing Sandra time to pause or catch her breath. 

 

The knot….now fully inside….….throbbed…spurted… vibrated and pulsed. For Sandra it was like her whole body became her PUSSY. She was the dog's bitch.  As the dog’s penis vibrated and spurted, Sandra felt her whole pelvis bear down and she began cumming and cumming...

 

“Ohhhhhhhh………Ohhhhhh….Ohhhhhh… Ohhhhhh……Ahhhhhh……..Uhhhhhhhh…..OH...OH…OH…OH…OH...OOOOHHHH….OOOOHHHH…..UH…UH…UUUHHHH!!!”

 Her mind spun and her brain exploded, as her whole body shook.  When she relaxed her vagina, everyone could see the knot trying to pop out.  But it was too big, so it did not quite make it out.  Then when she squeezed her pussy, the knot was pulled in deeper.  Those made the knot massage her G-Spot and the front wall of her vagina and also forced the tip deep into her epicenter.

Carvalho said to Ikeda, “When she squeezes her cunt it pulls the knot in and out.  She’s fucking herself!”

Ikeda smiled and nodded.  Sandra was having one body shaking orgasm after another as the dog ejaculated in her hole.  It was hotter than a man’s cock as it spurted and pulsed and kept pushing her into multiple orgasms.  Her mind spun and exploded.  She felt it spurting and spurting….hosing her with hot, watery bestial cum.

Not only was the dog’s cock hot, but the hot semen had turned her sexhole into a volcano.  The knot was a plug that held most of the hot cum inside her.  The fiery semen filled and coated her sexhole and the heat flowed directly through her stretched vaginal walls and into her urethral sponge.

The result was that she came convulsively over and over again.  The hot, copious ejaculations just keep her going.  Finally, it came to an end.  The dog had been locked inside her for 12 minutes.  Her contractions had completely fatigued her vaginal muscles.  She had been thoroughly fucked!

Sandra slowly came back to her senses as she felt the dog pulling back and when it pulled its cock out, she felt like she had a log pop out of her. There was so much pressure - then nothing. The dog stood there for a moment . . .  then it moved a few feet away, lay down and began licking itself.

 

The animal’s knot at the base was as big as two plums.  The organ from tip to base was at least 8” long.  Somehow the shaft and that huge knot had been in Sandra’s vagina, a sheath that had never born children.  Sandra lay on her elbows and knees panting and sweating like a pig.  She felt and looked like she had run a   marathon.  She was wet with sweat all over: her back, her belly down to her hairy mound, her thighs and buttocks.  A messy mixture of dog semen and pussy juice ran down the inside and the backs of her thighs.

 

They pulled Sandra to her feet.  They had her to spread her legs and display herself to everyone, especially her father. The dog was led over to lick her clean. Then they all took turns fucking her.   When she was sloppy with semen, they let the animal lick her clean again, making her cum again.  The beast’s organ emerged again from its sheath and they let it fuck her again. Sandra practically collapsed at the end – from sheer sexual exhaustion.  Alan, shocked by what he had seen, left with Josilene. 

 

Chapter 16

Josilene on the Wheel

That night lying in bed with Josilene, Alan began asking her questions about the Patrão.  At first they were just general questions.

“He is very smart.  And he knows how to make the money.  Everyone in the Mato Grosso respects the Patrão.”

“Has he ever killed a girl,” asked Alan curious?

“You mean in the chamber?  No....the strangers all leave sore and with some bruises,” she said with a grin.

“But no one is hurt permanent.  Except maybe in the mind....the Patrão knows how to take control of the person’s mind.  You can see that....yes?”

“Hmmmm....yes,” said Allan shaking his head in agreement.

“Some woman of the fazenda....they are often punished too.”

“Really?”

“OH yes.....I know.”

“You too?”

“I have been punished....yes....I think I am going to be punished tomorrow.   .......on the wheel.”

“On the wheel?”

“Yes.....tied...caned or whipped.  They use the nettles too; on all the sensitive places. And they do other things to cause suffering.”

“Has this ever been done to you?”

“Oh yes..... I have been on the wheel,” she said sadly.

“Why now....what did you do?”

“The Patrão found out that you and Xusa had sex.”

“Why is that a problem? ...Why would he be upset at that?”

“Xusa....she is his daughter, Senhor.” 

“What?  Xusa is the Patrão daughter?  Oh wow.....you and the Patrão.” 

“Yes, the Patrão always gets what he wants.”

“And he’s very protective of his daughter?”

“YES....he found out and he is angry with me. He knows you didn’t know.  So, I will be punished; probably tomorrow. Will you find that exciting?”

Alan was distracted by what she’d told him. ‘Xusa was Carvalho’s daughter....wow’, he thought to himself.

“Will you enjoy what they do to me,” she asked again plaintively?

“Oh......I don’t know.....”

“But you are a man....you are excited by such things. Even your daughter....yes?”

“Hmmmm....I guess you’re right.  I probably will find what they will do to you exciting....”

When they had sex, Alan’s mind was pre-occupied with what would be done to her.  And what it would look like when she was worked over.  The prospect intrigued Alan.  Josilene was right.  The next morning.....Cornelio and Danilo came for her and brought her out to the courtyard behind the big house. 

They had some men bring a huge wooden wheel and prop it up against the stone wall.  Josilene was brought out and the Patrão sat down in a big comfortable chair that Kleber had set out for him.  Alan had come out too and sat back a bit on a stone bench.  Marco arrived with Sandra. 

Alan made eye contact, but neither said anything. Sandra waved at her father, but the look on her face was strained.  Josilene was made to stand before the Patrão.  She was wearing a simple white linen shift and was barefoot. Her hair had been pulled back into a pony tail.  She wasn’t wearing any make-up.

“You know what you did and why you’re here. Do you have anything to say,” Carvalho asked her?

“Only that I am sorry, Patrão.”

With that, he gestured to Cornelio and Danilo to begin.  They came over, made her put her arms over her head and roughly ripped the shift from her body. It was a violent and erotic act and Alan found himself strangely aroused as they tore her dress off.  Now she was standing there in a pair of white cotton panties with her huge tits hanging to her waist.  Danilo grabbed the waistband of her panties from the back and yanked down hard to rip them off. He pulled the remnants down and made her kick the torn garment from her feet.  Now she was naked in the morning sunshine.

Her big tits hung down nearly to her fat waist, capped by her huge aureoles and black grape-sized nipples.  Her thick thighs crowned by her protuberant ass cheeks looked obscene as she stood there. She put her hands by her side and hung her head. Finally, Danilo marched her over to the wheel.

It lay against the wall, propped at an angle.  Built in a time long past, originally it must have been mounted on a huge cart – perhaps for logging. It was 7 feet in diameter and the spokes were as thick as baseball bats. There was a big hub in the middle; and it had been covered with boar’s hide.  This would insure that anyone made to lie against it would be very uncomfortable.  The hide of a boar sported bristles that were like wire.

With her body already wet with sweat, she was pushed to lie on the wheel. Her legs were pulled open and each of her ankles lashed with rough rope to the wheel at the 7 and 5 o’clock position, spreading her obscenely so that her puckered anus and her fat pussy were exposed. A heavy leather belt was buckled tight across the small of her back, to prevent movement no matter what they did to her.

Rough rope was used to lash both her wrists to the 12 o’clock position on the wheel. The position pulled her body taut, holding her arms at full stretch so the heavy globes of her breasts dangled thru the spokes.

Danilo held the whip. It sported six thin lashes with knots at the end mounted on a wooden handle. Taking a position, he began to whip her back and buttocks. The lashes landed with a wet sound and upturned buttocks clenched and wobbled unceasingly as he beat her; making her writhe as she was whipped.  The lashes were only three feet in length so Danilo whipped her standing close. He made the knotted tips land in her crack and she cried out when the knots struck the darker skin close to her anus. Every time she wriggled the boar’s hide abraded the flesh on her stomach.  It was like having sandpaper rubbed up against her belly….

There was a hissing swishing noise and the sound of leather hitting wet flesh. Josilene screamed wildly, bucking and writhing against her bonds. Sandra, who had been brought out to watch by Marco, gasped as she saw the three-foot long whip in Danilo's right hand whir through the air to land again and again on Josilene’s shoulders, back and the fat globes of her bottom.

The blows made her scream horribly. By the 20th blow Josilene sagged in her bonds, her buttocks quivering as though she had been given electric shocks.

Then Danilo dropped the whip and took a bunch of nettles from an assistant.  He separated the big fleshy loaves of Josilene’s butt cheeks and used the tips to torment the dark grove as well as her anus.  She cried out as he methodically worked the leaves all thru her butt crack and on her shit hole.  When he was done, her crack and her puckered anal ring were covered with tiny sting blisters.  She sobbed when he was done. It was a terrible torment.

Her butt looked really raw.  The lash had left marks and weals. Then an assistant handed him a coke bottle. He greased it with coconut oil and spread Josilene’s beaten butt cheeks.  He pressed the mouth of the bottle against her anus and sadistically forced it inside. Her sphincters were tight and she cried out as he got the neck of the bottle up inside her.

Then he worked it in until the fat part was stretching her sphincter. This made her howl. Alan knew she had a tight asshole. The bottle was stretching her horribly. His position made it difficult for Alan to see, but from the sounds and his movements Alan realized that Danilo was now working the greasy bottle deep inside Josilene’s rectum. When he had all of it in, the bottom of the bottle protruded obscenely from her shithole

Then he had his assistants turn her over on the wheel. Josilene groaned as they flipped her over so she could be whipped on her front. She had been sentenced to a whipping parte dianteira (on her front) and parte traseira (on her back).

Now that she was facing her tormentor, she could see the whip coming. He took a position and beat her on her sweaty belly, her tits and her pussy.  Her fat hangers rolled and wobbled this way and that on her chest as he hit them.  Soon they were scored with marks everywhere. He paid special attention to the big, black, silver dollar-sized aureoles and her purple cashew-sized nipples. Every man watching found it mesmerizing to see a woman whipped on her tits, especially a woman with huge ones, like Josilene.

When her groaning and crying got too loud, Danilo called for a gag.  They brought him a rag, a rope and a bottle. The bottle was filled ¾ of the way with horse semen. He held Josilene’s nose and made her open her mouth. Then he poured from the bottle and made her drink. It looked disgusting.  Thinner fluid, the ‘milk’ filled the bottom of the bottle and it was capped with a foamy layer of ‘cream’. 

Alan asked a man what it was in the bottle and when he was told what it was, stared in amazement. The man said, “We call it ‘fish-glue’ because it’s sticky and that’s how it smells.”

Alan thought, ‘that’s a terrible thing to be forced to swallow. These guys are diabolical. They think of everything’.  When he’d made her swallow half of what was in the bottle, he soaked the rag with the rest of it, shoved it in her mouth and tied it off.  Josilene’s eyes showed her distress when he was done.  She was seen to swallow and you could see that it made her gag.

Then Danilo went back to whipping her on her tits, belly and pussy. With her legs spread, he was able to make the knotted tips land on her fat, wet labia.  Whenever he hit her clitoris, she screamed into her gag. Alan (and Sandra) watched as the fat, naked, sweating woman squealed frantically, when it landed there, bucking her hips so hard that the thick leather belt across her belly creaked and groaned with the strain and the backs of her thighs slapped wetly against the spokes of the wheel futilely. He made her jump like a puppet.  After 2o blows, he dropped the whip. 

Alan had a throbbing erection as he watched. It was fascinating.  Sandra was standing about 15 yards from Alan. She saw her Dad, but was being kept at a distance. As she watched Josilene’s torture she shuddered, realizing that this punishment could be meted out to her just as easily. 

When Josilene asked Alan the previous night if he thought he would get excited by what they were going to do to her, he was non-committal. Now, he realized it was very exciting.  Whipping a woman on the wheel was erotic and Danilo was a master at inflicting pain. Josilene told him that Cornelio and Danilo had worked for the police torturing leftists in San Paolo in the old days. He certainly knew how to torture a woman. From the wheel came a rising, babbling wail from Josilene - desperate anguish as Danilo whipped her tits, belly and cunt.

He used the whip between her sweat-soaked thighs and whenever he did her cries immediately became more frantic and demented.  Alan knew, from the sudden babbling noises, and the uncontrollable bucking of her hips, that the big man had hit her clitoris. It was hot to watch…..

Danilo then dropped the whip.  He came over and talked to her. She was sobbing as he reached down to tweak and play with her thick black nipples. He fondled the rubbery tips for a few moments as she squirmed and sobbed.  Then he called for more nettles, and used them on her raw, swollen nipples and her pussy. He used the tips slowly and carefully to fret her womanly bits and when he was done, she had bitten and chewed on her gag so much that she had squeezed out all the horse cum. 

Sandra shuddered, crossing her legs at the thought of the nettles being used on her own nipples and clitoris by a man who knew exactly how to torture a woman. As she watched him use the nettles to fret the wet, swollen lips of Josilene’s labia, the unspoken thought churned in her mind, ‘maybe it’ll be my turn next’.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH,” Josilene screamed. “No, no, no, no, no more....PLEASE.....aaaaaaHHHHH! ooohhhh....OOOHHHHH!”

“You’re done,” Danilo said as he grabbed a handful of her wet, tangled hair and shook her head almost playfully. Then, he took out the gag and bent down to say something to her. Her agony was not over yet, as she would be left on the wheel for another hour. The bondage would soon become a terrible torment by itself. 

“I’m going to let the flies have you now,” he said to her making her groan.

To add to her suffering, he began smearing honey from a jar on her nipples and her cunt to attract black flies. In the heat of the Mato Grosso grasslands, these flies were notorious for driving cattle crazy. It didn’t take but five minutes after he anointed her for a horde of biting, black flies to begin swarming. 

Her nipples and pussy were soon so infested that it looked as if she were wearing black ear muffs on her tits and crotch.  She began screaming as they crawled all over her nipples and pussy.  She really suffered now as they swarmed and crawled over her.  Whenever one of them bit her, she stiffened and groaned. Sandra, seeing this and feeling overwhelmed, asked to leave and Marco took her back to her hut. Alan stayed until the very end as he was very turned on.

When they took her down, after an hour, Josilene was a beaten woman.  She knelt on the grass and sobbed. Given something to drink, she would be hosed down and released. That night, Alan, inflamed by what he had seen, fucked Josilene in her sore ass. It was some of the best sex he’d ever had. The next afternoon she was bought to the stables and to endure the second part of her sentence.

Chapter 17

The Horse

A pony is a small horse and can weigh 500-600 lbs.  Its mottled, gray-pink cock is as big as a woman's arm from elbow to fist.  It’s too big for most women to take in their vaginas, but the Patrão’s men had trained such a horse to fuck a woman. 

Josilene had been sentenced by the Patrão to a painful and degrading bestial fuck by his special pony as punishment for letting Alan fuck his daughter.  Xusa was special to him and he was strict about who had access to her. Josilene had screwed up letting Alan experience her charms, and this was part of her punishment. 

 

The next day Danilo and Cornelio marched her naked to the stables with her tits jiggling and swaying after the mid-day meal.  The word had been put out; and many came to watch as the fat mulatto was marched to the barn.  A big crowd of men, women and children had formed. Josilene found it especially degrading to be paraded before them naked. 

They brought her to the stables, filled with the sounds and smells of the animals, including the whinnying of the fazenda’s prized horses.  Alan and Sandra were there as well as several of the Patrão’s guests. 

Alan looked around and marveled at such a set-up for the Patrão’s perverted hobby. He had been told by Josilene what they were going to do to her the previous night and he was eager, along with the other guests, to see the show. Sandra, after her experience with the dog, was very curious about what it would be like to be fucked by a horse. Chairs had been set up theater style and refreshments were served.

 

In the center, almost as if it were a stage, there was a contraption set up. It was a sturdy narrow wooden bench surmounted with a padded leather covered hump mounted at a 20 degree angle on the bench.  Two handles were mounted perpendicular on either side of the hump towards the front. The contraption was designed to put a woman into a position where she could take a pony’s cock. 

The woman in question would bend over and lay her upper body on the hump and it would support her belly and chest. The narrow hump allowed her tits to hang over the sides. She could then grab the handles to stabilize her position as the pony, when prodded, reared up and mounted her.  The beast would rest part of its chest on her back and she was then in the proper position to receive the animal’s cock supported by the bench.  The bench could be raised or lowered or the angle of the hump changed to accommodate different sized sex partners from the two different species. 

Josilene was given heavy boots to wear; other than that, she was naked as she waited nervously.  The Patrão came and shook hands with several of his guests and then he began barking commands to the stable boys, Cornelio and Danilo.  The two men took Josilene and put her into position on the bench.  Cornelio opened a can of Crisco®. He made her spread her legs and scooping some out, smeared it around and into her sex-hole.  Josilene moaned as he worked the buttery grease into her pussy, still sore from her whipping the previous day. 

Alan eyes popped out of his head when saw the three boys leading the pony forward. As the animal was displayed to everyone, its cock dropped down and Alan frankly didn't think any woman could take that much cock.   But remembering how Josilene’s pussy had swallowed his fist, he wondered.  

It was gross, but Alan, after seeing how his daughter had responded to being fucked by a dog, was frankly turned on by the idea of bestiality now.  ‘What else could the Patrão make a woman do’, he wondered?  He could feel the sap rising in his balls at the thought of Josilene being forced to take the horse cock in her big pussy.  

 

Josilene, when she looked over her shoulder, spied the pony and saw its cock drop, went, “OH.”

   

The Patrão supervised as the boys guided the animal behind her, and Cornelio and Danilo assisted. The beast bent down to sniff Josilene’s butt so temptingly presented. The scent must have excited it, because it began to snort and whinny louder.  To make sure the animal performed properly Cornelio had extracted pussy juice from a mare in heat and mixed it into the Crisco he’d smeared on Josilene’s pussy.

 

Danilo pulled at the animal’s bridle and Cornelio slapped its haunches to get it to mount.  It had done this before, so it wasn’t unfamiliar with having to rear up and get its chest on top of a woman.  Josilene kept swiveling her head from side to side to see what she could.  Alan had a front row seat so he could see everything…

 

Once up, the beast’s forequarters were now supported by Josilene and the bench. The animal’s rear hooves were well behind the bench, and now mounted; it was ready to thrust its cock into a hot, wet hole. It began to work its haunches looking for the hole. This made the monster cock wave around.

 

Josilene looked back to see and caught a glimpse of it.  She groaned as the beast’s organ was already bigger than any human penis.  It had dropped down about and was almost fully erect...

 

The horse began whinnying as Josilene’s sex odor plus the mare’s scent aroused the animal and made its organ get bigger and stiffer.  It was almost like it was an inflatable.  One moment it was half erect, and then as if someone threw a switch – WHAM - it was fully erect! It began humping its haunches and its cock bobbed up and down in the most obscene way as it tried to find her hole.

 

To the horse, in its primitive, bestial brain, the smell of a mare in heat meant mating. Soon, Josilene felt the flared cockhead pushing against her crack and her anus. She moved her ass so that the huge head lined up with her gaping vagina instead. Cornelio helped and guided the beast’s cock so that it centered on Josilene’s greased vaginal opening.  Josilene, bent over with the animal leaning on her, couldn’t move much, but gripping the handles helped.

 

As the pony began humping she was pushed as far forward as she could go. And while Josilene’s sex-hole was wide and deep, it had to stretch a lot to take the cockhead’s thick flared knob. As it dilated her and parted the walls of her warm, wet hole, Josilene groaned like she was being torn apart. The parting of her vaginal sphincter was painful, as the big head pushed in deeper and squeezed past her cervix. It was soon in very deep...

 

The animal had so much cock and she was being stretched to the fullest. The penetration made her groan so loud that Alan, watching, knew that she had finally found a cock that could fill her totally. It got it in all the way and then it pulled back.  But it quickly just rammed it back in; this time a very hard thrust. This made Josilene groan like it was about to come out her mouth.

 

Alan leaned closer to see how much of the cock was inside her. The animal had erected to his full length and girth.  Alan thought to himself that was around 10”at the base and maybe 14”-15” long.  On the in stroke all but 3” or so had disappeared inside her vagina.  Josilene had taken a foot of the beast’s cock with the full flared head up against her epicenter.

 

Josilene braced herself as the pony began to snort and whinny in its excitement. She instinctively knew the animal was getting ready now to really pound her. When the beast began fucking her, it went in and out pretty easily, at that point, as her greased, reddened hole was fully dilated.  But, she needed to get ‘set’ when the animal nailed her hard. When it rammed her like a battering ram and she got the whole thing right up into her belly, it hurt her and she cried out.

 

When the cock slammed into her before she got set, she screamed each time.  She began to move her hips when he got ready to ram her and in that way she wasn't impaled all at once.  Even so, she didn't get it right a couple of times and this caused it to slip out or it punch-fuck her silly.  

 

And a lot of times - especially toward the end - she or the animal lost the rhythm, and she was forced to take it fully in her hole.  And then she howled.  She had it plow into her like that maybe a dozen times, and when that happened, she reacted each time like a bolt of electricity had shot through her.

 

The depth and girth of the penetration was almost like giving birth.  Everything in her pelvis was stretched to the limit.  When the horse really began to pound her, Josilene grabbed onto the handles for dear life.  

 

Sweat poured off her, as the beast pounded her.  Soon, she had an orgasm and screamed like a madwoman.  She sounded like someone had stabbed her in her belly.  Alan looked on in wonder.  ‘She’s the biggest slut in the whole wide world’, he thought to himself. Alan knew he was witness to an unbelievable phenomenon: a human female taking on a horse.  He had his hand in his pocket and surreptitiously played with his prick.  He couldn’t help himself...

Josilene had a love/hate thing with being subjected to this. She loved the feeling of being deeply penetrated, but it hurt in the bargain.  The worst part for her was the humiliation of being branded in everyone’s eyes as a “horse slut”. It was degrading and emotionally devastating for her.

 

Josilene, as the animal’s cock kept pounding her epicenter, now began having multiple orgasms. She came and kept cumming as long as long as the horse kept slamming its haunches back and forth – going in and out in a bestial burlesque of human mating.

 

She babbled, “OH, OH – OH -OH – OH -OH – OH SHIT – OH SHIT – OH -OH – MY PUSSY – MY PUSSY – OH -OH – OH FUCK – FUCK ME – FUCK ME – FUCK ME – OH SHIT – OH SHIT – OH SHIT – OH JESUS…IT’S FUCKING ME….FUCK ME….FUCK…FUCK…..FUCK ME – FUCK ME – FUCK ME – FUCK ME – FUCK ME – FUCK ME – OH JESUS SAVE ME . . . . IT’S FUCKING ME – FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!”

 

Alan was blown away watching Josilene get fucked by the horse. It had aroused him as much as anything in his whole life. He was fascinated that a woman could take a cock that big.  Josilene grunted every time it went in and usually it went in only about two-thirds of the way.  The animal was huffing like a train and its rear hooves literally came off the floor each time it humped her.

 

Josilene, sweating and drooling, was nearly out of her mind. Her E-cup milkers jiggled and her black grape sized nipples were erect.  She wagged her head from side to side and at times hung her head down. Strands of sweaty hair were all over her face.  She was being fucked half to death by a horse cock with 600 pounds of gristle, bone and flesh behind it. 

Alan said aloud, without thinking about what he was saying, “I wonder what if feels like to be a woman getting fucked like that!”

Ikeda, sitting two seats away, laughed…

 

The horse kept re-mounting her when its cock slipped out.  At one point, its cock seemed to rotate in her pussy creating suction and she felt it pulling violently on her organs.  The cock, and especially the flared head, was so tightly embedded in her vagina that there was no gap and it created suction that pulled on her cervix and uterus.  Unbearably painful and pleasurable, it made her have a super orgasm that throbbed and coursed thru her hips and belly for nearly 20 seconds! The in-and-out pull on her cervix and uterus is what did it.

 

The beast finally ejaculated.  When it came, it was like a geyser of slop had backed up in her hole; and it squirted out from around the shaft of the cock.  Each time the beast shoved its cock in - the pressure forced more cum out.  The animal re-mounted and ejaculated in her four more times over the next 19 minutes!

 

Alan was pop-eyed seeing the horse fuck and cum in her.  Then it was over when the animal got off her. Josilene groaned when the big cock popped free.  As Cornelio lead it into the next stall, Danilo and the stable boys had to help Josilene get up.  She was exhausted.  A river of foamy horse cum poured out of her hole.  She was wet between her legs from her belly to her knees, both front and back.  The Patrão made her kneel in front of him and admit the errors of her ways.  Then he forgave her. 

 

Epilog

Sandra was taken and used by the Patrão, his four henchmen and Doctor Ikeda for private sessions during the rest of her stay.  Alan didn’t get to see what they did to her in the privacy of their own quarters.  When their vacation was over, the Patrão sent them on their way. Sandra was sore and bruised, but none the worse for wear.  She was emotionally exhausted and this was compounded by the fact that she got her period on the day they left.

 Before they left Carvalho had photos taken with them. They both thought that was kind of weird.  Did he consider himself a kidnapper…..a torturer….or a benefactor? He behaved as if he had done both of them a favor.  He even took Alan aside and gave him several going away presents.  There were five DVDs featuring Sandra’s gang rape, her session with the dog, her e-stim session with Doctor Ikeda, as well as Josilene’s ordeal on the wheel and her horse fuck.

He even gave Alan the strap Cornelio had used on Sandra in the village as well as the whip that Danilo used on Josilene - plus a pair of handcuffs. It was strange! The couple drove back to Cuiabá and on the way talked and argued and talked some more.  Sandra wanted them to go to the authorities.  Alan, realizing how futile that would be, argued that they needed to digest what had happened to them and move on.

Finally, on a lonely stretch of road, Alan stopped the car, dragged Sandra out of the car, cuffed her to a tree, pulled down her shorts and panties; and used the whip on her buttocks.  They wound up embracing, kissing and crying together afterwards. The world might condemn them, but it was the beginning of a special new relationship between father and daughter. 

Their vacation had changed their lives in a profound way.  They both had found the experience revealing. They had wanted to do something together that would help them bond. In a strange way, they had. Alan realized that he was interested in bondage and discipline and Sandra discovered her deep needs for humiliation and rough sex.

In fact she came to accept that her fullest sexual experience required her to be thoroughly humiliated, dominated and hurt. And in this way, father and daughter found each other. In time, they bought a dog, but that is another story.

 

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