Chapter 04
Caroline walked behind me and for a minute all I could hear was the swish of her cane as she practiced a few strokes in the air.
Then it came.
CRACK!
"AAAAAARGGHHH!" I yelled, an impossibly-painful stroke landed square on my ass. "Jeeesus CHRIST Caroline. AAAAAGH. You BITCH!!"
"Thats three paddles." said Rachael. "I'd better start keeping count."
Rachael then glanced up at me and put on a pair of 'sexy secretary' glasses, producing a pen and pad. She pouted and wrote something down. "Carry on Caroline." she said matter-of-factly.
CRACK!!!!!!
"AAAAARGH!!!"
The second stroke hurt even worse than the first. My ass was in agony.
"That's four paddles on your balls then!" said Rachael, licking her lips.
I was in tears. "For gods sake, how many strokes are you going to give me? Please, for god's sake no more. Please!! I'm in agony. Sara!!!" I pleaded.
"How many was it Sara?" Caroline said from behind me, a little breathless from her exertions.
"Enough blood for our bitches to be tagged." Masta D said. "We need to tag our bitches good."
"Our men gonna tag us for the black-cock only bitches we are!" said Sara, stroking her big tits. "Our men wanna write on their bitches. Our tits gonna say Black Only. Big and red for all to see."
"In your blood, wimp!" added Rachael spitefully, glancing up from her notepad. "We bitches gonna be tagged with the blood from your fucking sad ass!"
"Whip him harder, Caroline." Sara said. "Really give it to him."
CRACK! CRACK!
Each stroke seemed to hurt more and by the tenth stroke I was screaming. Caroline was a strong woman and she was putting her full efforts into the caning. After fifteen strokes I was almost delirious, tears pouring down my cheeks, begging and pleading for the agony to end.
All the while Rachael and Sara just watched, seemingly entranced by the merciless beating I was taking.
CRACK!
"Sixteen. Thank you ma'am. Please may I have another?" I sobbed. "Why of course!" said Caroline seductively.
CRACK!!!!!
"AAAAAAGH!" I screamed. "God it hurts!!!"
"What do you say Darren?" asked Rachael.
"Seventeen, ma'am. Thank you ma'am. Please!!"
"Please what?" Asked Sara.
Please...please...I'm in agony...please..."
Rachael then stood up, looked down at me pitifully, then walked behind me and scratched her long, painted fingernails across the deep, swollen welts on my ass.
"AAAAAGH, JESUS RACHAEL!!!!!!" I screamed, as her nails ripped the skin from my ass.
"You've been a bad boy." giggled Sara, snuggling up closer to Masta D. "It's only natural for us to put you in your place. It's what you deserve."
The beating continued and after thirty, unbelievably painful strokes Caroline walked in front of me holding her cane. It was a dark-red colour.
"Kiss it bitch." she said.
I began to kiss the cane as Rachal walked behind me and started to run her pretty fingers softly over my sore ass again. After a few minutes she strutted back to the sofa, topless. Her SLUT T-shirt had been discarded and her bare breasts were emblazoned with two words in red. "BLACK ONLY!" She sat down, crossing her pretty legs.
"Your turn Caroline." She said.
Caroline put the cane in my mouth. "Keep hold of that. I might still need it." she said.
Caroline then strutted sexily behind me and whapped my ass, hard, with the flat of her hand.
"AAAArgh!!!
Ooh, plenty of blood now!" she said. After a moment she strutted sexily back in front of me. Her bare globes emblazoned with the motto "BLACK OWNED!"
"Your turn Sara!" said Caroline.
Sara was obviously reluctant to stop her hot scene with Masta D because it took her a full minute to extract herself from him. When the bitch finally managed to move her dainty hands and mouth from his muscled, studly body, she raised herself and looked me square in the eyes.
"Masta D's so much better than you, Darren." she said sexily. "Everything about him is better. He even smells better. I'm so grateful that I'm his bitch."
She then sauntered behind me, swinging her full hips for the benefit of Masta D and the other black guys present. Then I felt her nails on my aching ass.
"Hold on," I heard Sara say. "I don't know if there's enough blood for what I want to write."
"What you you want to write Sara?" Asked Rachael
"I want to write MASTA D's BLACK COCK WHORE," Sara replied. "And there isnt enough blood."
"Noooooooo!" I pleaded, the cane still in my mouth. "Please Sara. I've had enough now, surely?"
"Do you want me to whip him some more?" Rachael asked. "Cos I will, gladly."
"No thanks Rach." Sara said.
I breathed an inner sigh of relief.
Sara walked back in front of me, looking immaculate and flushed in her clinging pink dress. She looked me in the eyes, pouted, and licked her lips.
"No offense Rach, but I want Masta D to cane him good and hard. I'd love to see the damage a black muscled stud can do to this wimpy ass."
"NOOOO, PLEASE!!!!" I renewed my struggling, but the bonds remained secure.
"OOOh, yes!" chirped in Caroline, her nipples big and erect. "Masta D, will you show the wimp what happens when he messes with the black man's bitch?"
"Oooh yes!" added Rachael. "Yes, please Masta D sir. I want you to whip him so hard he'll carry your mark for life. Like a tattoo!"
"Or a brand." she added.
Her bare tits were heaving too, the nipples like tent pegs.
Masta D stood up, towering over me as I continued to plead and struggle. I was terrified that I simply would not be able to take the pain if Masta D started to cane my tormented ass, which was already bloody and covered in welts.
"You ready bitch?" he snarled, grasping the cane, standing before me as Sara ran her hands up and down his leg.
Then, as the girls looked on, Masta D walked behind me and began to cane me with impossibly hard strokes in quick succession, one after the other. I shrieked, and didn't stop shrieking until I mercifully passed out.
When I came to, I found I had been released from the caning horse and was sitting naked on the sofa. Reefer J and Rachael's hot-shot lawyer boyfriend were holding my legs wide apart, and my hands were cuffed behind my back. Rachael was kneeling in front of me, bare chested, holding a ping pong bat, the words 'Black Owned' clearly visible in red on her chest. Behind her Sara and Caroline were also bare chested, Sara newly annointed with the words MASTA D's BLACK COCK WHORE across her heaving tits.
"Wake up Darren." Rachael said. "You've been a bad boy."
"NOOOO!!!" I pleaded, my backside in agony. I tried to struggle but felt searing pain every time my ass moved against the sofa.
"You've been such a bad boy that we don't think you should ever be allowed to make babies." Rachael continued. "Never ever."
"And guess what?" she asked, innocently, caressing the bat with her painted fingers.
"OH GOD RACHAEL PLEASSSE!" I yelled. "NOOOOO!"
"I'm going to destroy your pathetic balls." she said.
"Now, are you ready?" she said, raising the bat high.
"NO, PLEASE, RACHAEL, I"LL DO ANYTHING. PLEASE!! SARA!!!"
Sara just looked on, rubbing her cunt through her panties. "Shut the fuck up, wimp." she said. "Your pathetic dick's no good to any woman anyway."
"Hold his cock out of the way Caroline", Rachael said. "I want to get some good shots right on his ball-sac."
Caroline roughly grabbed my cock, and pulled it at an angle to my scrotum. Rachael then squeezed my testicles hard in her fist, allowing my engorged balls to protrude from the fist she had made.
"Now, let's see...Mmmmmmm." she said, raising the bat and looking me in the eyes. "You ready Darren?"
"PLEASE, MERCY!" I yelled.
"No." said Rachael and slapped my balls with the bat as hard as she could.
CRACK!
"AAARGHMFFGHH!" I screamed as white pain spread through my body.
"Bad boy!" Rachael said.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The pain was unbelievable as Rachael methodically smacked my balls again and again. Eventually I drifted into unconsciousness, but not before feeling both testicles rupturing as the bitch systematically destroyed my means of reproduction.
Epilogue
Mercifully the beatings over the past months have not been as bad as that first night but the memory still lingers. I fully know my place now, and do my best to entertain and work hard for Sara and Masta D. I clean their shoes daily, prepare their meals, and dance and strip for them and their friends. While I will never be able to make babies, my backside has healed somewhat, and I take care never to incur their displeasure as Sara will send me to the caning horse at the slightest provocation. My wife is now pregnant, but still noisily sexes her lover in our marital bed every night. She also hasnt stopped flaunting her body inches in front of me, making me drool, almost challenging me to touch her, but I know better. I have now learned the hard way the consequences of 'messing with a black stud's bitch'. I fully accept that my Sara is 'breeding up' and 'breeding black'. And that's the natural order of things.
Then it came.
CRACK!
"AAAAAARGGHHH!" I yelled, an impossibly-painful stroke landed square on my ass. "Jeeesus CHRIST Caroline. AAAAAGH. You BITCH!!"
"Thats three paddles." said Rachael. "I'd better start keeping count."
Rachael then glanced up at me and put on a pair of 'sexy secretary' glasses, producing a pen and pad. She pouted and wrote something down. "Carry on Caroline." she said matter-of-factly.
CRACK!!!!!!
"AAAAARGH!!!"
The second stroke hurt even worse than the first. My ass was in agony.
"That's four paddles on your balls then!" said Rachael, licking her lips.
I was in tears. "For gods sake, how many strokes are you going to give me? Please, for god's sake no more. Please!! I'm in agony. Sara!!!" I pleaded.
"How many was it Sara?" Caroline said from behind me, a little breathless from her exertions.
"Enough blood for our bitches to be tagged." Masta D said. "We need to tag our bitches good."
"Our men gonna tag us for the black-cock only bitches we are!" said Sara, stroking her big tits. "Our men wanna write on their bitches. Our tits gonna say Black Only. Big and red for all to see."
"In your blood, wimp!" added Rachael spitefully, glancing up from her notepad. "We bitches gonna be tagged with the blood from your fucking sad ass!"
"Whip him harder, Caroline." Sara said. "Really give it to him."
CRACK! CRACK!
Each stroke seemed to hurt more and by the tenth stroke I was screaming. Caroline was a strong woman and she was putting her full efforts into the caning. After fifteen strokes I was almost delirious, tears pouring down my cheeks, begging and pleading for the agony to end.
All the while Rachael and Sara just watched, seemingly entranced by the merciless beating I was taking.
CRACK!
"Sixteen. Thank you ma'am. Please may I have another?" I sobbed. "Why of course!" said Caroline seductively.
CRACK!!!!!
"AAAAAAGH!" I screamed. "God it hurts!!!"
"What do you say Darren?" asked Rachael.
"Seventeen, ma'am. Thank you ma'am. Please!!"
"Please what?" Asked Sara.
Please...please...I'm in agony...please..."
Rachael then stood up, looked down at me pitifully, then walked behind me and scratched her long, painted fingernails across the deep, swollen welts on my ass.
"AAAAAGH, JESUS RACHAEL!!!!!!" I screamed, as her nails ripped the skin from my ass.
"You've been a bad boy." giggled Sara, snuggling up closer to Masta D. "It's only natural for us to put you in your place. It's what you deserve."
The beating continued and after thirty, unbelievably painful strokes Caroline walked in front of me holding her cane. It was a dark-red colour.
"Kiss it bitch." she said.
I began to kiss the cane as Rachal walked behind me and started to run her pretty fingers softly over my sore ass again. After a few minutes she strutted back to the sofa, topless. Her SLUT T-shirt had been discarded and her bare breasts were emblazoned with two words in red. "BLACK ONLY!" She sat down, crossing her pretty legs.
"Your turn Caroline." She said.
Caroline put the cane in my mouth. "Keep hold of that. I might still need it." she said.
Caroline then strutted sexily behind me and whapped my ass, hard, with the flat of her hand.
"AAAArgh!!!
Ooh, plenty of blood now!" she said. After a moment she strutted sexily back in front of me. Her bare globes emblazoned with the motto "BLACK OWNED!"
"Your turn Sara!" said Caroline.
Sara was obviously reluctant to stop her hot scene with Masta D because it took her a full minute to extract herself from him. When the bitch finally managed to move her dainty hands and mouth from his muscled, studly body, she raised herself and looked me square in the eyes.
"Masta D's so much better than you, Darren." she said sexily. "Everything about him is better. He even smells better. I'm so grateful that I'm his bitch."
She then sauntered behind me, swinging her full hips for the benefit of Masta D and the other black guys present. Then I felt her nails on my aching ass.
"Hold on," I heard Sara say. "I don't know if there's enough blood for what I want to write."
"What you you want to write Sara?" Asked Rachael
"I want to write MASTA D's BLACK COCK WHORE," Sara replied. "And there isnt enough blood."
"Noooooooo!" I pleaded, the cane still in my mouth. "Please Sara. I've had enough now, surely?"
"Do you want me to whip him some more?" Rachael asked. "Cos I will, gladly."
"No thanks Rach." Sara said.
I breathed an inner sigh of relief.
Sara walked back in front of me, looking immaculate and flushed in her clinging pink dress. She looked me in the eyes, pouted, and licked her lips.
"No offense Rach, but I want Masta D to cane him good and hard. I'd love to see the damage a black muscled stud can do to this wimpy ass."
"NOOOO, PLEASE!!!!" I renewed my struggling, but the bonds remained secure.
"OOOh, yes!" chirped in Caroline, her nipples big and erect. "Masta D, will you show the wimp what happens when he messes with the black man's bitch?"
"Oooh yes!" added Rachael. "Yes, please Masta D sir. I want you to whip him so hard he'll carry your mark for life. Like a tattoo!"
"Or a brand." she added.
Her bare tits were heaving too, the nipples like tent pegs.
Masta D stood up, towering over me as I continued to plead and struggle. I was terrified that I simply would not be able to take the pain if Masta D started to cane my tormented ass, which was already bloody and covered in welts.
"You ready bitch?" he snarled, grasping the cane, standing before me as Sara ran her hands up and down his leg.
Then, as the girls looked on, Masta D walked behind me and began to cane me with impossibly hard strokes in quick succession, one after the other. I shrieked, and didn't stop shrieking until I mercifully passed out.
When I came to, I found I had been released from the caning horse and was sitting naked on the sofa. Reefer J and Rachael's hot-shot lawyer boyfriend were holding my legs wide apart, and my hands were cuffed behind my back. Rachael was kneeling in front of me, bare chested, holding a ping pong bat, the words 'Black Owned' clearly visible in red on her chest. Behind her Sara and Caroline were also bare chested, Sara newly annointed with the words MASTA D's BLACK COCK WHORE across her heaving tits.
"Wake up Darren." Rachael said. "You've been a bad boy."
"NOOOO!!!" I pleaded, my backside in agony. I tried to struggle but felt searing pain every time my ass moved against the sofa.
"You've been such a bad boy that we don't think you should ever be allowed to make babies." Rachael continued. "Never ever."
"And guess what?" she asked, innocently, caressing the bat with her painted fingers.
"OH GOD RACHAEL PLEASSSE!" I yelled. "NOOOOO!"
"I'm going to destroy your pathetic balls." she said.
"Now, are you ready?" she said, raising the bat high.
"NO, PLEASE, RACHAEL, I"LL DO ANYTHING. PLEASE!! SARA!!!"
Sara just looked on, rubbing her cunt through her panties. "Shut the fuck up, wimp." she said. "Your pathetic dick's no good to any woman anyway."
"Hold his cock out of the way Caroline", Rachael said. "I want to get some good shots right on his ball-sac."
Caroline roughly grabbed my cock, and pulled it at an angle to my scrotum. Rachael then squeezed my testicles hard in her fist, allowing my engorged balls to protrude from the fist she had made.
"Now, let's see...Mmmmmmm." she said, raising the bat and looking me in the eyes. "You ready Darren?"
"PLEASE, MERCY!" I yelled.
"No." said Rachael and slapped my balls with the bat as hard as she could.
CRACK!
"AAARGHMFFGHH!" I screamed as white pain spread through my body.
"Bad boy!" Rachael said.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The pain was unbelievable as Rachael methodically smacked my balls again and again. Eventually I drifted into unconsciousness, but not before feeling both testicles rupturing as the bitch systematically destroyed my means of reproduction.
Epilogue
Mercifully the beatings over the past months have not been as bad as that first night but the memory still lingers. I fully know my place now, and do my best to entertain and work hard for Sara and Masta D. I clean their shoes daily, prepare their meals, and dance and strip for them and their friends. While I will never be able to make babies, my backside has healed somewhat, and I take care never to incur their displeasure as Sara will send me to the caning horse at the slightest provocation. My wife is now pregnant, but still noisily sexes her lover in our marital bed every night. She also hasnt stopped flaunting her body inches in front of me, making me drool, almost challenging me to touch her, but I know better. I have now learned the hard way the consequences of 'messing with a black stud's bitch'. I fully accept that my Sara is 'breeding up' and 'breeding black'. And that's the natural order of things.
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