CRUEL BLACK MASTERS
hadn’t seen Franklin’s cane before.
sitting waiting for her with the bamboo cane resting across his knees.
the fuck have you been?’
police caught me in the park.’
slut. They caught you in the act?’
friend wanted to fuck me…take me from behind.’
brought the police back here. Now they know where I live, you idiot.’
it was my dad’s house.’
didn’t you take them back to your flat?’
your problem, isn’t it? You never do think.’
the middle of the room and touch your toes.’
no. It’s not fair to punish me. I was doing what you told me to do.’
He got up
and flexed the cane menacingly.
botched it, didn’t you? You got caught.’
couldn’t help it. You didn’t tell me police patrolled the park. They thought I
was a hooker.’
know a slut when they see one.’
swished the cane through the air making it sing.
don’t hurt me,’ she pleaded.
going to teach you a lesson,’ he said.
went to the spot he indicated, shivering with fear. She was fit enough to touch
her toes and she felt her cheeks tighten, offering a perfect target. She prayed
he wouldn’t mark her too severely, knowing how easily her fair skin bruised.
tapped her arse gently with the cane, making her wait. Then she heard him swing
the cane in several air shots so it whooshed through the air close to her.
body quivered and her mouth went dry, sweat collected between her breasts and
beaded her forehead. She hadn’t emptied her bladder for ages and feared she
might wet herself.
went back as far as the door and took a run at her.
caressed the fleshiest part of her arse, bending to the rounded shape of her
slim buttocks. The stroke took her breath away so that it was at least ten
seconds before she screamed.
never experienced pain like it. She danced up and down, rubbing her arse in a
vain attempt to cool the heat that suffused her ravaged cheeks.
God! Oh, please! I’ll never defy you again! Please Franklin.’
dropped to her knees and grabbed his ankles in supplication.
realised he would have a perfect view of his handiwork. She could tell there
would be a welt across both white cheeks only interrupted by her crack, a wheal
already hardening, turning from fiery red to dark purple.
begged and pleaded between her sobs she knew he was stripping.
slowly got to her feet she saw his cock was already rampant, twitching as it
grew to its full height and girth.
had any remaining doubts he was a sadist, they were fully dispelled.
don’t cane me again, sir. I’ve learnt my lesson. I will always carry out your
orders to the letter. Let me suck your cock…’
at her with disdain, not pity. She would look a sight, her hair bedraggled, her
face besmirched with tears and snot, her eyes red from crying, her breasts
marked with cruel bites.
pushed his cock towards her and she dropped to her knees again to lick it like
a slavering dog, hoping to distract him from the task of punishment. He liked
her to suck his balls so she took the hard rocks as far into her mouth as she
sucked, he let the cane dangle over her hunched shoulders as a constant
reminder of what was to come, casually tapping her shoulder blades and spine
like someone drumming his fingers to pass the time.
girl,’ he said.
please! I’ll do anything.’
as you’re told. Touch your toes.’
when she bent over Frank came up behind her and rubbed his cock up and down in
her crack. She wondered if he would enter her but she was dry and the angle was
difficult. She had never imagined she would want him to fuck her this way but
it was preferable to being caned.
stepped back and swished the cane again in practice shots.
braced herself, tears dripping on the carpet. Robyn didn’t think she could take
another stroke. She straightened up again, rubbing her arse. The pain still
over. Right over,’ he snapped.
out his left hand and traced the raised welt with his fingers, relishing the result
of the first stroke he’d dealt her.
took the cane back over his shoulder then brought it down in a wide arc to
strike Robyn’s flesh a second time, following through with a flourish. A part
of Robyn’s brain registered that he must be an experienced flogger of girls’ bottoms,
before the reflex to protest took over in a delayed blood-curdling,
Arghhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Robyn hopped about the room without shame or inhibition. His lips curled into a
cruel grin as he watched her antics, her dervish like dance and her vain
attempts to rub the pain away.
cock’s feeling neglected,’ he told her. ‘It can’t suck itself.’
her pain, she forced herself to attend to him, kneeling humbly, taking the base
of his dick in both hands and summoning up enough saliva to make it run down
his shaft. By now she was drenched in sweat and getting hotter still as her
head bobbed up and down, her long hair hanging in rat’s tails so that she had
to free a hand to sweep it back out of the way. It was hard to concentrate on
her cock sucking duty with such a pulse of pain beating in her poor abused
arse. She had never sucked a dick with such energy and conviction in the hope
of delaying the next stroke of Franklin’s bamboo instrument of punishment.
dropped his cane on the carpet.
ordered her to lean over the leather sofa and this time he entered her back
passage and fucked her lustily for five minutes which added greatly to her
pain. Yet she was hopeful that he might content himself with the two strokes
he’d given her. She tried to grip his cock with her arse muscles in the hope that
he might come, thus diminishing the lust that was driving the sadistic beating.
But, unlike many men, he seemed to be able to regulate his own rhythm when he
felt near to an orgasm, thus prolonging his pleasure.
don’t cane me again,’ she begged. ‘I can’t take any more.’
should have thought of that when you led the cops to my door.’
won’t come back.’
better pray that they don’t,’ he said threateningly.
spare me any more strokes. I’ll be a good girl. I won’t vex you again.’
you find it hard to be good, don’t you?’
his cock and picked up his cane.
hardly started,’ he said. ‘Stay where you are.’
was sweating, his muscles gleaming, his massive cock jutting. It was no wonder
he hurt her, he was such a big man with such extraordinary power in his bulging
biceps. She felt dwarfed by him, her frail white body over-shadowed and
dominated. Her arse was so soft and smooth the cane left her with bruises that
spread out from the welts and merged one with another.
time I’m going to lay it on,’ he said. ‘I’ve been lenient so far.’
whining,’ he ordered. ‘Keep quiet or I’ll give you more.’
thrashed her a third time with such force that the cane broke, a part of the
bamboo flying across the room. He had been true to his word; the pain was so
severe Robyn nearly passed out. She felt a few drops of urine run down her
inner thigh and feared she was going to lose all control of her bladder but she
squeezed her legs together as best she could.
you have to. I don’t want you pissing over my carpet.’
hobbled towards the toilet, one hand rubbing her arse, the other over her
vagina to stop her pee.
followed her and watched her squat and release her stream.
humiliated to be pissing in front of him, the sound seemed so loud and it
seemed to take an age. Then drying off her naked labia with a piece of toilet
paper right under his eyes. Washing her hands, she saw herself in the mirror, eyes
red and swollen with crying, snot running from her nose, hair stuck to her face
and forehead with sweat.
a mess, slag, he said. ‘No-one could fancy you.’
sorry,’ she said. Why was she apologising when he was responsible for the way
she looked? It was a measure of how broken she was, so crushed that she felt he
was right to despise her; she despised herself. He was right, no-one could see
anything remotely desirable about her. She looked sub-human. She was nothing.
summon the strength to fight back and find herself again?
send you back out on the streets looking like that,’ he said. ‘See how much
custom you get.’
Franklin took her to the bedroom.
He went to a chest of drawers and produced a fearsome
looking paddle to replace his broken cane. It resembled a short oar with a
handle. Robyn had heard of them being used to punish students in High Schools
in America before corporal punishment was banned. She expected it would be used
to visit yet more pain on her ravished bottom, still burning with pain, but she
Franklin pulled out pink coloured ropes from the same
drawer and tied her hands behind her back. He used ropes to tie both her
breasts together before knotting them behind her back to create a makeshift bra.
The ropes had the effect of making her tits bulge forward. Given that her boobs
were naturally huge, they now made her look top heavy as though she might
topple over at any moment.
He gathered up her straggly hair and used elastic bands
to tie it in a pony tail.
He told her to kneel on the bed facing him. He picked up
the paddle and stood over her. It was then that the awful truth of her
situation dawned on her. He was going to use the paddle on her tits, so much
more sensitive than her arse.
He dealt her two brisk strokes, one on each breast and
she yelped. If the caning on her buttocks was bad, this was of a different
order, a dull pain that made her feel sick. She began to beg for mercy but knew
it was wasted breath.