by Powerone
Her white cheeks were turning a vivid pink as he slapped and spanked her ass cheeks. Her buttocks would clench tight, but then the muscles would relax before the next blow, her cheeks parted, her anus exposed. He continued to spank her, but his eyes were focused on her pussy and ass hole, spanking her so close, without actually touching her there. All of the judges had decided that they would concentrate on the twin holes once they got to the more severe punishment.
It went on for almost half an hour, Sandra's body sweaty, feeling the wetness beneath her stomach, but that wasn't sweat, that was the cum that leaked from his cock as she rubbed his cock, giving him pleasure while she suffered the rude spanking. Her ass was sore, red and burning, his fingers touching her setting off the pain with just the slightest touch. He finally let her get up, but she shrugged when the next judge sat down in the same chair, beckoning her to drape her naked body over his rigid cock until her ass was the most prominent 140
part of her body. She suffered the fingering before the spanking started. This one had a larger hand, covering more of her skin with each spank. Her ass was already sore, but he cared little, excited to make her cry out and force her to rub his cock with her withering body.
It was almost two hours before the last judge had his way with her ass. She could barely stand the pain, but he cared little. The harder he slapped, the more she wiggled on his erection. Before he could finish spanking her, she felt it. Her stomach was bathed in hot cum. She had made him cum, his cock bursting beneath her, jerking and spewing his hot cum on her belly. He seemed to be ashamed that she had done this, spanking her harder and faster even as he came on her.
He finally let her get up, but Miguel made her kneel between his legs.
His hand on the back of her head forced her into his lap. She had no choice but to open her mouth and take the limp, wet cock inside. Her mouth was bathed in the cum, but she did the degrading act of washing his cock down until it was cleaned and glistening with her spit. When she spit it out, it was shiny and clean and already getting back some of its erection.
"Over here, Sandra." Miguel was pleased with her performance.
"You did a good job, Sandra. Keep up the good work and you'll be free soon," he whispered in her ear.
She felt a little better, almost worth all the pain in her ass, but she knew there was more, more severe punishment that she would have to endure. The judges smiled at her as though they were pleased. She had to get through this.
"Bend over the desk, Sandra. The judges want you to peel your cheeks back and reveal your anus." Miguel watched as she obeyed, her red cheeks testament to the long spanking she had endured, but between her cheeks the skin was white, all except for the crinkled brown hole, slightly swollen from abuse, but still tight. They all gathered around as her tiny hands reached and her fingers dug into her cheeks. She slowly pulled them open until her anus was fully exposed and vulnerable. "Wider," Miguel coaxed her until the tiny hole began to open up, the darkness beckoning the judges to probe the depths of 141
her bowels.
"Hold it open, no matter what, Sandra." Miguel arranged her head so she was staring back at the judges so they could see her anguish.
He showed her the paddle that the judges had selected, a custom one he had helped them select. It was an inch wide so it could visit the narrow crease of her cheeks with intensity. One side was all leather, providing a nice sting to where it would strike, but the other side had bright, shiny metal flat studs on it. Though smooth, the raised studs would inflict more serious pain on her delicate anus the longer they beat her with it.
She couldn't believe that they were going to use that on her. The leather was bad enough, but the side with the studs looked as though it would tear her delicate anus to shreds. Sandra could only hope that Miguel would stop them before they did permanent damage to her.
Her fingers held her cheeks apart, straining her crack. The judge with the giant cock was first, his robe open so that it could jerk free of the restraint. She only hoped that he wouldn't take her there, especially after they beat it.
"OOOWW!" She jerked forward on the table when the paddle hit.
It felt like it was exploding on her anus. The leather might be smooth, but it was the sharp bite that sent the pain deep into her bowels. It was as though it was trying to enter her. She tried to contain the spasms in her hole, but the muscles clenched and unclenched. Her fingers trembled to keep her cheeks open for the next blow.
"Look at the way her ass hole dances erotically for you," Miguel commenting on the way her anus opened and then shut into a tight pucker. "Whip it again."
Sandra tried to brace for the next blow, hating Miguel for urging the judge to do her again, though she knew the judge needed no encouragement. The next blow was more accurate, hitting her directly on her anus with a loud splat that sent another painful cry from her lips. Her fingers almost released her cheeks, growing slippery with her sweat, but she yanked them wider until the abused hole was opened up. She could feel the way her anus began to swell up, burning inside, her buttocks fighting to close and protect the tiny hole 142
while Sandra had to use all her power to keep it open and vulnerable.
The judge struck her a dozen times, one hand swinging the paddle, the other stroking his cock excitedly. Each time he loved the cry he drove from her lips, seeing the tears run down her face, biting her lip as the paddle struck her most intimate hole with such severity. The American girl would learn not to break the laws in Panama. There were consequences and she was now enduring them.
"Use the other side now on Sandra. Let her feel the power of the studs on her ass hole." Miguel went to her head, pushing the hair from her tear stained face. "Keep yourself open to him, Sandra."
She began to sob the minute the studded side hit her anus. It felt like the metal was tearing her anus. It hurt so bad; her shrill cry making one of the judges jump in unexpected surprise. The studs attacked her anal ring, feeling like it was trying to open her up and penetrate inside her, fearful that it would. The next blow came quicker, striking her with such precision in the same spot. She was sure she was bleeding, her anus feeling torn from the metal studs. She had to endure a dozen more, her breathing ragged, unable to fill her lungs between each blow. Her fingers grew tired of keeping her anus exposed, but she never let up, in spite of the pain she endured. When he stopped whipping her, he was not finished with her yet. He moved next to her face, his hand stroking his cock only inches from her face.
She knew what he was going to do, but didn't move away.
"Open your mouth, Sandra, so he can shoot into it." Miguel saw the look of disgust on her face, but she obeyed without question, her mouth opening, but even going farther. Her pink tongue pushed out of her lips, hanging in midair to catch any of his cum that didn't reach her lips.
His big cock was masturbated inches from her mouth, stroking it up and down, Sandra seeing the excitement in his eyes as he was ready to cum. She had already taken mouthfuls of cum from this one, his cock too big to get down her throat or too far into her mouth. It took him only a few more minutes before she saw the hole in the head of his cock open up. She watched as the white, thick cum flew the short distance to her waiting tongue and open mouth. It splattered with a 143
loud thud, coating her tongue, but her lips and inner mouth received a thick glob of cum. She felt the hot cum burn her tongue and lips. She stayed in this position as he pumped gallons of cum onto her tongue and in her mouth. It was only when he was finished that she was allowed to swallow it. Sandra gulped and the thick cum slowly ran down into her belly. Her stomach gurgled, but she knew that the other three judges wouldn't be satisfied until she had swallowed their cum.
Once she got rid of the cum in her mouth, the judge was ready, sliding his semi-limp cock into her mouth, the taste of his cum filling it once again. She licked and bathed it clean, afraid of doing too good of a job and would make him hard again. She still had the other three judges to contend with before she w
ould be freed.
Miguel watched as the judge wiped his cock on her wet lips as it pulled free of her mouth. Sandra was learning her place with men.
Miguel helped her to straighten up, her back creaking as she stood tall, bent too long over the table. He stroked her face gently. "Lay on the table, Sandra. On your back."
Miguel was gentle with her, but at the same time he was the one that inspired the judges to do such things to her. She didn't understand him, though she hoped that he was truly on her side, but when she lay down on the cold table on her back, she wondered if that was true. There was only one thing that would require this position.
It would be her pussy to be punished next. It was so beyond comprehension that a man would beat a woman in such a delicate place, but these men were different, Miguel included. They got their pleasure from beating her sexually. She lay down and waited for instructions, though she knew what they would be.
"Spread your legs open. Real wide."
She did as instructed, her legs parting until she could feel her pussy lips open up as if for inspection."
"Bring your legs up and hold them open with your hands. Roll your body in two."
She understood what he wanted. Her legs went high up, her hands grabbing them behind her knees, bowing them out until her crotch was exposed graphically. Her pussy lips were peeled back, her soft inner 144
lips exposed not only for their eyes, but for whatever instrument of punishment they would use on her. She couldn't imagine how it would feel to be struck there, but she was certain that she would soon find out. She looked as Miguel as he brought it out for the judges to see.
"It's a four-strand flogger." The black and red flogger had tails about a foot long, the leather thick. "It is meant to cover a lot of territory with each strike. With Sandra volunteering to open herself up so nicely, it will dance from her ass hole all the way up her slit. If you are good at it, I am sure that you can coax her clit out of hiding so the flogger can visit it. You'll be surprised how much torment a woman's pussy can take, but you will find out." Miguel handed the flogger to the next judge. He flicked it through the air, hitting the chair with it for practice, a thick thud ringing out in the room.
It sounded so painful when it hit the chair, Sandra bracing for the first blow. Her body trembled in fear, but she kept her legs spread submissively, in spite of the impending pain she was about to received. She saw the judge unleash his cock from the robe, knowing he was getting ready to strike her. His hand raised the flogger over his head and Sandra watched it come down as if it were slow motion.
But there was nothing slow about it when it went between her legs and struck her pussy. It felt like it was hitting everywhere, not concentrated like the paddle, this one seemed to dance between her legs and attack her all at once. The strands bit into her flesh, one of them slid down between her crack and the tip of it barely missed her sore and abused anus. Two of the other three strands spread out, attacking her pussy lips, feeling as if they were already swelling up as the harsh leather bit into the tender flesh. It was the last strand that shocked her system with the pain. It slid between her pussy lips, pushing aside any resistance until it found the soft, pink skin of her inner pussy and attacked it like a swarm of bees. "OOOWWW!" She couldn't even breathe as she tried to absorb the pain between her legs, but nothing could stop the pain from racing to her brain.
The judge's cock jerked in pleasure when she screamed, eager to hear it again, he raised the flogger up and lashed down again. This 145
time he moved a little to the back and put a little more power behind the blow. He was rewarded with a louder cry, her body jerking in pain.
The studded paddle was bad enough of her anus, but the leather strand bit into the inflamed hole with a single intensity. It felt like a knife was trying to breach her anus and enter her bowels. Then the other strands attacked her pussy, this time all three pushing between her lips and attacking her as if he was stabbing the flesh with sharp needles that bore deep into her flesh and igniting the pain nodules to make them scream out. "EEEEHHH!" The pain racked her body, her tear stained eyes pleaded with Miguel, but she knew it did no good, his hand stroking his naked cock just as the other judges were doing.
They were all deriving pleasure from her pain and suffering.
A dozen times the judge beat her pussy with the flogger.
Sometimes he would tease her, slapping her almost gently, but then he surprised her with the intensity of the next blow, the flogger shattering on her intimate flesh with such ferocity. It felt like her innards were rubbed raw by the harsh lather, but she kept her legs spread and her pussy open to the cruel punishment. The flogger moved up her slit, higher and higher, seeking out her clit. She tried to put it out of her mind, but each time the flogger strand touched close to it, all she could imagine was her clit growing and popping out, exposing her pleasure button to something more, a pain button for the cruel men to beat into submission. As hard as she tried, her clit began to grow as if seeking out the flogger. She shivered in fear for the moment they would see it exposed and take out their punishment on it.
The judge changed angles with each blow, moving from between her legs to near her head, the flogger beating down to find new untouched flesh with each blow, louder screams from her lips. His hand stroked his cock faster.
Miguel knew Sandra better then she knew herself. He waited, calculating when she was the most vulnerable. No matter how much she fought it, she had a deep seeded desire to be taken by strong man that demanded much from her body. It took a few more strikes with the flogger before it was exposed. Sandra had shifted her grip on her 146
legs, rolling her body a little higher, the new position opening her up more. It was as though it was a tiny cock poking out. Her clit was swollen and red with blood. Miguel nudged the judge with the whip.
"Take careful aim." He pointed to her clit.
She saw the evil glint in Miguel's eyes and then his hushed words to the judge with the whip. She couldn't see very good because of her position, bent in two, but she sensed her exposure. In spite of all the pain that she was enduring, she was feeling something else. Her clit was swollen in lust. She didn't understand or even try to fathom why, all she knew was that her submission to these men were making aroused. She was ashamed of her own feelings, but there was no longer any way to hide it from them. They could see it in her. As much as they whipped her pussy, it was wet, not in pain, but in excitement. Now her clit was begging for the same harsh treatment.
She didn't know what would happen, but she knew that she would be shamed by her own desires. Then it hit her. The flogger came crashing down between her legs. She ignored the three strands that attacked her elsewhere, all her attention drawn to the one strand that sought out her clit. The judge was precise, the tip of the strand hit the end of her clit and smashed the blood filled organ into her pelvic as though it was hit by a hammer.
The pain, the pleasure, all of it exploded in that one second when the leather strand sought out her clit. "EEWWWHHH!" Sandra didn't know what to feel. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure, her body unable to comprehend the difference. It was as though her clit was trained by the men to take the pain and turn it into pleasure. Her body was confused, but the judge was ready to solve her dilemma. He struck her again with the flogger, his aim exact on her clit. This time the organ was ready for it. The leather shoved it into her pelvic bone and Sandra's orgasm rushed through her body with such speed and intensity that she had a hard time holding onto reality. She screamed, but it was a cry of pleasure. She saw Miguel grab the flogger and turn it around, her pussy suddenly impaled on the thick handle, the spiraling leather rubbing her insides raw, but that only added to the explosive orgasm that raced through her untrained body. She rocked 147
and clutched the handle of the flogger, the cruel instrument that enforced this orgasm on her body only inciting her lust. She didn't care as she came, the judges watching her perform like a trained animal. She felt the hot c
um fly through the air and land on her face, the judge that had been whipping her thrown in a sexual frenzy by her unexpected orgasm. It landed on her lips, her tongue lapping it up as the orgasm continued to race through her body.
It took a minute before Sandra collapsed, her body rocked by her orgasm. The judge slipped his fingers into her mouth, opening it up for his slimy cock to follow, but Sandra performed the degrading task of cleaning his spent cock. He pulled out of her mouth, her tongue licking her lips as if eagerly seeking out the drying cum on her face.
Miguel let her lay there for long minutes to regain her composure.
She might have cum, but there were still two more judges that she would have to contend with. He knew there was a few more orgasms that he could coax from her body before he was finished with her.
Miguel helped Sandra up from the desk. "Over here,' guiding her over to the other table. This one was different, more of a frame then a table. It would leave her open front and back. "Face down, Sandra."
Miguel had to help her onto the strange table, just a series of metal rods running from side to side, Sandra fearing when she saw the ends were built to open and close, just where her legs would go. Face down she feared for her exposed ass. Miguel laid her carefully onto the frame, her body supported by the meta braces, but she found her breasts hanging down like cow udders, fearing that they might whip them or worse. Her legs were next, put on each side of the table, then Miguel moved between them until she felt them spread out, wider and wider until he was standing between them, open and exposed again.
This time it was the new judge that did the dirty work, Sandra finding leather cuffs wrapped around her wrists and ankles. When he was finished, she was bound face down on the table, her limbs spread obscenely. With her body spent by her orgasm she feared there would be no pleasure this time, only pain. Once he was finished binding her to the table, he freed his cock. She looked into his hands and she saw them. She had never used them, nor had her lovers, but there was no 148
