by Powerone
CHAPTER 7
Mother Performs
Sandra was bathed and pampered as if she were a guest, but the large, black guards with a saif in their belts, the sword tapered to a point, were a constant reminder that she had no freedom. The black, muscular bodies glistened as though they were bathed in oil, but Sandra couldn't keep her eyes off of the thick bulges in the shorts. Nothing could be that big. She knew that her drink and food was drugged, but she had no choice, drink and eat it or starve to death. She felt lightheaded, but it was better than facing the reality of the situation. The girl that was taking care of her told her that she would be performing for the Emir, Sandra knowing full well what ‘perform' meant. The Emir was a powerful man and to defy he would be foolhardy. She would soon be forced to perform humiliating and debasing acts with any man that wanted her. The drugs they gave her would make it
easier for her to do the obscene and lewd acts, just as she had to do when she sucked Kamal's cock … while Jenny watched. In spite of it all, Sandra felt the masochistic pleasure and humiliation turn against her, a lewd thrill running through her body at being forced into such acts. She feared how Jenny was suffering through this ordeal. She was too young and innocent for the perversity of these men.
It had been a day with nothing happening, but now on the second day, she was being
readied. She wore a short, transparent skirt that hung low on her hips and barely covered her pubes. Except for a pair of thin slippers on her feet, that is all she wore, her large breasts bared for all to see.
"It is time. Obey. The men love to punish the slaves, but it is nothing like what they will do to you if you are disobedient. The Emir has many guests tonight, so he would not hesitate to make an example of you, or your daughter."
Sandra didn't say a word as she was led down the long hallway, hearing loud voices at the other end, feeling the presence of the black guards behind her. They came to the large double doors, standing majestically at least fifteen feet high, intricate carvings of bound, naked woman etched on the door sending shivers of fear up her spine. The doors
opened, the sound of men yelling inside almost hurting her ears. That had to be at least ten men seated on pillows, one man in particular in the center, Sandra sure he was the Emir. She looked and saw her sitting next to him. It was Jenny. She wanted to shout out to her, but she bit her lip.
Jenny had been brought into the room again, this time in what looked like a harem outfit.
The top was made of translucent gauze that hugged her naked breasts, the slightest
motion of her breasts sent her nipples rasping delightfully against the material and drawing them into thick, hard points. She wore a skirt that almost went to her knees, but the sides were split high up to allow the men freedom to push their hands beneath it. The Emir was on one side of her, his hand under her skirt and rubbing along her silky thighs.
She knew better than to try and stop him, her legs parting as his hand slid higher and higher. Soon his hand would be probing her pussy, Jenny surprised that she was not sore after taking so many cocks inside her. Each time she thought about what they did to her, she blushed in shame at how easily she had cum. Another man was on her other side, his fingers plucking at her nipples, pinching and rubbing the tip until they ached in pleasure. She convinced herself that it was the drugs that made her do it, but she was never fully convinced. She wanted to be fucked by her desert Masters! Forced to perform the foulest deeds! They had already fucked her pussy, but her mouth was still pure. She wanted to be forced to suck their cocks, wanting to feel the thick cocks splitting her virgin lips, hands on her head forcing her to move in just the right way until they spilled their dirty sperm into her mouth and it filled her stomach.
"Ah, your mother is here to perform for us, Jenny. Sit back and watch. You can learn a lot from her." Emir Shahin's hands moved between her legs until he found the soft hair of her mound and the wet lips of her pussy. Two fingers slowly entered her with ease, Jenny moaning softly, her ass rising up to allow him greater access.
Jenny couldn't take her eyes off her mother as she was ushered into the center of the room. She was almost naked, flanked by four men, only shorts covering their bodies but nothing could hide the thick bulges that jutted out the front. Two of them were black.
She never noticed it before, it was lying on the floor but when they brought in her mother, than they raised it up. It was made of rough, hewn wood. There was one upright, at least a foot thick that was placed into a hole in the floor, reinforced with an iron plate to support the heavy structure. It stood up at least ten feet. There was a cross piece of wood, six or seven feet wide, each end held locking shackles pinned to the wood with thick iron bolts.
On the floor were two more locking shackles, iron rods securing them in the floorboards.
There was a metal ring that fit over the main upright connecting the crossbeam, with a thick rope that went to a windlass at the base. With the victim secured in the upper and lower shackles, the windlass would allow the raising of the upper beam, the victim forced to stretch. Turning the windlass too high would pull the victims limbs from their sockets.
A victim bound naked on the cross would prove to be an intoxicating sight, arms and legs spread, all of her open to the evil of these men. "What are they going to do to her?"
Jenny feared for her mother.
"She is to be taught to obey without question. All women need a gentle persuasion, including you." He was sure that he felt her juices flowing more when he said that. "The show is for your benefit."
Sandra feared the huge structure in front of her, knowing what it was designed for.
"Please don't," she begged. "Let me suck your cocks or I'll fuck you." There was panic in her voice. Her arms were pulled behind her back, one of the men grabbing her tiny skirt and yanking it off until she was naked. She felt a cock pushed against her ass cheeks, rubbing salaciously side-to-side, throbbing and jerking in excitement. She was pushed forward until she was under the structure, looking up in fear as two of the men grabbed her wrists and pulled them up towards the black shackles that hung in each corner. Her breasts rose up high as she was stretched and spread. She looked up as the men hit a spring and the shackles opened noisily. Her slim wrists were placed inside the cold metal, Sandra gasping as it closed tightly around her wrists and pinned her securely. They moved away from her arms, but she looked down as they kneeled at her feet. She
couldn't stop them as they grabbed her ankles, much worse then her arms as they spread her legs, her crotch aching as the pulled in opposite directions. The shackles on the floor were too far away from each other, the soles of her feet not able to be fully on the ground by time they locked her ankles in the cold shackles. Her heart was racing a mile a minute when they turned the windlass, creaking loudly as the upper beam beginning to slowly rise up, inch by agonizing inch until the ring reached the top. Sandra's shoulders ached, feeling like they were being yanked from the sockets and it felt like her crotch was being split up the middle. Sweat dripped down her naked body as she hung there like a piece of meat, shamed to be naked, the men looking at her as they rubbed their crotches.
"What are they going to do to her?" Jenny was afraid for her mother. She saw another man enter, this one young and virile, muscles rippling on his arms and thighs.
"Junaid is an expert with whips and the vulnerability of the female flesh. He is going to make sure that your mother is enthusiastic."
Sandra cried out when he came into the room, going over to a cabinet, Sandra shocked when she saw that it was filled with whips of every size. Deep down she knew her fate, but now she came face to face with the reality of the situation. He picked up a small tawse, the leather split into two tails about two feet long. Sandra could already feel it on her buttocks as he went behind her. She couldn't see him, fearing the first strike.
Junaid swung the tawse with precision, striking both of her buttocks at the top of their summit. He was rewarded with a shriek from her lips, h
er body shaking in the tight bondage. He didn't wait, swinging once again, this time an inch lower, the skin turning red where it found her soft skin.
"AAAARRR," she screamed when the leather bit into her flesh. It stung terribly, a second blow opening up a new spot lower down. She could hardly breathe as he continued to work down her buttocks, over the ripest curves of her cheeks and down to the soft skin where her buttocks meet her tender thighs. It felt like her ass was on fire. She couldn't stop her buttock muscles from contracting and tightening with each blow, then expanding to bare the deep crack of her ass and the hidden valley of her anus.
Junaid was waiting for just the right time. Her buttocks opened, bringing the tawse down the crack of her ass and beating into the tender crease of her ass and attacked her exposed anus with a loud snap.
Her head threw back as she felt the whip lash at her anus, feeling like it was entering her, the agony racing through her body. Her scream rang out in the room, pleading with him.
"Not there, please, not there!"
Jenny couldn't understand why he did that to her, the whip landing between her buttocks and exploding on her mother's anus. Shahin was excited at the whipping, his fingers leaving Jenny's pussy as it strayed across her perineum. She never expected to feel the tingling on the sensitive patch of skin that separated her pussy from her anus, feeling contractions in her pussy. His finger didn't stop, Jenny knowing where it was going, shamed when she felt the thick finger running over her anus. Jenny felt a perverse pleasure in her body at seeing her mother being whipped so intimately. All the years of arguing, her mother denying her womanhood and the way men were attracted to her
seem to come out at seeing her whipped. It was as though she deserved it, Jenny's pussy flowering open in unexpected pleasure. She felt the finger pressing against her anus, her anal ring slowly forced to open under the insistent probing. She let her thighs part wider to allow her tormentor's greater access to her sex. The man on the other side of Shahin began to rub her slit, up and down his fingers gathered up her juices until he found her dripping wet clit and teased at the swelling bud of pleasure. Shahin's fingers were finding success in her rectum, Jenny rising up slightly as the finger probed deeper into her rectum. She sat there passively as Shahin's fingers slid deeper into her bowels, feeling the fat knuckles pass through her pink virginal hole and sink into her guts.
Sandra shrieked frantically as the tawse lashed once again between her cheeks,
exploding on her anus. Her buttocks, but also her pussy began to clench uncontrollably as though she was trying to pleasure an unseen lover. It still hurt terribly, but Sandra began to feel a strange masochistic flush over her body. Bound and naked, her daughter watching her degradation at being whipped, unleashed a strange desire in her body.
Suddenly, the unseen man behind appeared in front of her, the whip still in his hands, eying her large, naked breasts. No, he couldn't think of such a thing. She could only watch in horror as he raised the whip and brought it across her heaving breasts, lashing her white flesh, barely missing her exposed nipples. With a sinister crack, the tawse lashed her bosom once again, Sandra looking down to see the red spots where the tawse had visited, but it was her nipples that she noticed more. They were so big, no longer brown, but an angry red, swollen with pounding blood. It was as though they were
reaching out to the tawse, wanting to be punished.
Junaid teased her, the tawse slashing lower onto her belly beneath the soft underbelly of her pendulous breasts. He would return to her nipples. A second blow lower on her belly, her body shaking in torment, her hoarse cries louder the lower the tawse went. Another red striped appeared on her belly, this one below her belly button, her large breasts bouncing erotically as she struggled in the tight bondage. The fourth blow struck across the topmost part of her pubic hairs, the tawse finding the blonde hair and tearing across it with a vengeance.
Sandra thrashed about as the whip beat her flesh, sweat dripping from her body, her belly and breasts heaving spasmodically with each blow of the tawse on her skin. The pain exploded with each loud report when the leather slapped harshly against her soft, white skin. In spite of the pain, her pussy grew wetter as the tawse slashed lower towards her mound. She feared the tawse hitting her sex, but at the same time, she pushed her hips out as if giving him a better target, the muscles of her pussy contracting in unexpected pleasure. She saw the eyes of the man with the whip, dark and pointed, his pupils were fixated on her exposed sex as the tawse swung again, this time finding the tender flesh of her inner thigh. "EEEEEHHH," she cried, the tawse moving to the other side to explode in pain, the end of the tawse so close to her sex that she could feel the air blowing on her heated sex when the tawse passed by. She looked at him when he suddenly stopped, but it was only to draw out a new whip, this one more evil than the last.
"A dog whip, but it is more for a pussy," Junaid teased her as he swung the long single tail leather whip. The fall was braided leather, but the end held a cracker of ten pieces of leather where all the kinetic energy of the whip would be released. Junaid was an expert with the whip, able to hit with precision exactly where he aimed. He would be careful not to shred her skin or the soft petals of her pussy, but she would feel the kiss of the cracker and remember what would happen is she would be disobedient. He never had to
discipline a woman a second time.
Jenny couldn't keep her hips still, the finger in her anus filling her. She tightened her rectal muscles on the finger in spite of the perverse desires that raged through her young, drugged body to submit to any degrading acts that they would commit on her. She rose up higher, feeling the finger withdrew slightly, stopping when she felt the tip of his fat finger gripped possessively by her stretched anal ring. She pushed back down, her own weight betraying her, the finger painfully shoved back into her rectum until her stomach cramped when it pressed hard against her soft muscles. Her tiny puckered anus throbbed in helpless abandonment as the finger penetrated her deeply. She looked at her mother, her body showing the signs of abuse from the tawse, but now the man had another whip, this one looking more formidable. She feared for her and her mother when he heard
where he was going to use the whip. She turned to the Emir. "Don't let him whip her pussy. It's too delicate. It will kill her!"
Shahin never felt such a hot, tight anus as this young girl. It clung to him, her muscles rippling up and down his finger, holding it still as the girl squirmed and rode his finger.
"Nonsense, Jenny. A woman's pussy can take a lot of abuse and I think your mother will find that it is more than pain she is feeling when Junaid works her over."
"Are you going to do that to me? Whip my pussy?" Jenny didn't know whether she was asking a question, or demanding equal treatment.
"You can only learn from the pain. I will spare you the whip, but you must be spanked.
Now, while you watch your mother's pussy being whipped." He pulled his finger reluctantly from her anus, the muscles clinging on the tip until it finally pulled free from the tight hole.
The thought of a spanking excited her, just the way Malik had done to her on her birthday, though he had left her unfulfilled. "I will submit. Do you want me on my hands and knees?" She was afraid she sounded too eager.
"I will not spank your ass. No, like your mother, it will be your pussy that will receive the punishment. Take off your skirt and spread your legs wide so I might find all the delicate parts of your pussy. If you close your legs, it will be your mother that will suffer." Shahin waited for the young girl to respond, knowing she would.
It scared and excited her, her ass rising up so she could remove her skirt. All the men were watching her, as she lay back down on the pillow, naked from the waist down. She felt no shame as she spread her legs, bowing her legs out to the side, all eyes staring up lustfully between her thighs. They had all been inside her once, dumping their foul seed in her body. She felt the juices flood her body as she submissively opened up her sex for punishment,
almost able to feel the first slap on her vulva.
Junaid swung the whip sideways, the long fall reaching out for her heaving breasts. He connected with one large nipple with a resounding crack that rang out in the room, but it was nothing compared to the shriek he extracted from Sandra.
"AAAGGHHH!" It felt like her nipple was exploding, Sandra's body twisting from side to side as much as she could in the stringent bondage. The pain laced through her breast and shot to her brain. The whip lashed again before she could fill her lungs with air, catching her left nipple, the brutal kiss of the whip biting into the swollen flesh of her blood-engorged tip. She didn't even have enough air to scream. She looked down expecting to see her nipples torn and bloodied, but was shocked that they were swollen and pounding with blood, a deep red. She watched as the whip sailed through the air, attacking her right nipple with a second crack, feeling like he was driving a pin through the tip of her nipple and into her chest. The whip continued without let up, moving from one nipple to the other as her pendulous breasts danced erotically. He finally stopped, but the whip was hanging down to the ground between her legs. She knew where it would go next, her thighs trying to clench tight, but the cross she was bound to held her spread and open for this cruel punishment.
"Your pussy will be spanked just when your mother's pussy is whipped, Jenny," Shahin prepared her. He looked between her silky, white thighs, her legs spread so wide that her pussy lips were pulled back, still a deep red from the constant fucking she received yesterday, but he didn't fail to see the moisture glistening in the bright lights on the delicate blonde hairs. She was laying back, her eyes glazed over as she waited.
Junaid flicked the whip up between her legs, the cracker at the end leaping up between her straddled thighs and attacked the red slit of her pussy, the thick sound of leather hitting wet flesh resonating in the room.
"NNNNOOO! NOOOTTT TTTHHEERRE! I can't stand it!" Sandra's body shook as her pussy exploded in pain, sobbing and begging unintelligibly.
