The Serengeti Yeti

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by The Serengeti Yeti

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Part 2 of 3

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The stories I write are sexual fantasies and the key word here is 'fantasy.' Actually, maybe the key word is 'sexual.' At any rate, many of the practices depicted here are illegal, immoral, deviant, disturbing, demeaning, messy, smelly and downright perverted. That's why I love 'em!! Some of my stories are outlandish but plausible. Others violate various immutable laws of physics or biology. A few are disgustingly normal, but (hopefully) erotic. I don't actually do these things, I just write about them. You probably shouldn't do them either, unless you want to spend ten to fifteen years with a roommate named 'Bubba' and a stainless steel toilet right beside your bed.

If you don't care for this sort of thing, if you are below legal age or if this story violates the laws of your community, please leave now. Otherwise, check for hair on your palms. If you see any, remember that it was there before you began reading so don't try to blame me later.

If you decide to read this story I'd love to hear your comments, even if you hate it. While I hope you enjoy my writings, any response means somebody read it. You can email me at the address below.

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Copyright (c)2004 by The Serengeti Yeti. This story may not be posted on a paid website without my written permission. Do feel free to repost this story on your (free) web page if you like it, but please do me a couple of favors. First, drop me a line and let me know you used it; I'd love to hear that someone is enjoying my work. Second, please don't alter it; I work hard on these stories and while they may be far from perfect, they do represent my individual ability as a writer and should stay that way.

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Part Two

"Please, you have to help me get out of h..." As Sarah started to turn, she felt a violent blow to the back of her shoulders. Her head flew forward and smashed hard against the wall and she fell to her knees, stunned. She looked up to find Trudy standing over her, glaring. When she tried to rise, Trudy backhanded her into the wall again, then kicked her in the stomach. Sarah fell onto her hands and knees, retching.

When her dry heaves eased, Sarah sank to the floor. She struggled feebly as Trudy pulled her to her feet and dragged her over to the table. LaVonne punched her hard in the temple and the two women bent the dazed redhead over the top of the table. Trudy quickly sat on Sarah's back, effectively pinning her down.

"Guess what, bitch?" LaVonne asked, with a nasty laugh. "It's your turn now. We both took whippings for your lazy ass and we don't like it. Now you gonna pay."

With Trudy sitting on her back, Sarah couldn't see behind her. She heard the swish of the cane through the air just before her ass exploded in fiery pain. Screaming, she bucked and kicked, trying desperately to throw the younger woman off her back, but it was useless. In her weakened condition, she wasn't strong enough to get free.

"Oh, damn," Trudy giggled. "You stupid shit. You forgot to say thank you. That means that one don't count. You still got seventy strokes to go."

"Correction. Seventy-two," LaVonne said.

"Noooo," Sarah wailed. "Please. I can't take it. I can't last for that many. You'll kill me. Please, just let me go."

"Poor baby," Trudy mocked. "She doesn't mind us taking a whipping or two for her, but she's way too delicate to take one for herself." She leaned down by Sarah's ear. "Too fucking bad. Maybe next time you'll do what Digger tells you to. Don't forget to thank us," she said as another blow landed on Sarah's ass.

"Awwwww, Ow! Ow! Owwww! Oh, please, stop," Sarah cried. "Please! It's not my fault. Why aren't you mad at each other, or at Digger? I didn't do it!"

"You must like pain, girl. You forgot to count again," LaVonne reminded her. "You need to learn. It ain't Digger's fault and it ain't ours. We was just doing what had to be done. You're the one that didn't do what she was told. You in the shit now and it's nobody else's fault but yours. This ain't no lily white suburb. You cain't do whatever you want no more. You got to obey the rules around here." She drew her arm back again.

This time Sarah remembered to thank LaVonne after she finished screaming. By the fifth stroke her entire bottom was on fire. By the tenth, she was positive she was bleeding. Her screaming grew constant and LaVonne stopped waiting for her to taper off each time, preferring to rain steady blows on Sarah's shapely ass as she kicked and wailed.

Finally, after thirty blows, LaVonne stopped. When Trudy slid off her back, Sarah stood, hopping from foot to foot and rubbing her burning buttocks with both hands as she cried.

"Don't worry, we ain't done yet," Trudy warned the tall redhead. "We just giving you a little break so you don't pass out. Ain't no fun whipping you if you unconscious." she smiled. "Next time I get to whip you. What do you say to that?"

Unsure what she was supposed to say, Sarah stammered out a feeble, "T-thank you."

"You're welcome. When Digger comes back in here and asks you to bend over again, what are you going to do?"

"I'll do it," Sarah replied quickly. Anything was better than enduring a whipping.

"What if he asks you to reach back and spread open that high class pussy of yours?"

"I'll d-do it," she promised.

"Will you love it? Will it make you horny to show off your hot little cunt?"

"No," Sarah replied, then quickly corrected herself when LaVonne raised the cane. "Y-yes, I will love it. I want to show Digger my va-, my p-pussy."

"You better," LaVonne warned her. "If I have to take even one more stroke of this cane 'cause you screw up, you gonna learn some things about the payback for pissin' me off. Now, show me what you're going to do."

Obediently, Sarah faced the wall and bent forward. At Trudy's command, she stuck a hand between her legs and fanned apart her outer lips. LaVonne bent and inspected her open pussy.

"You got a real pretty cunt, girl. Looks tight, too. The brothers gonna like stretching that gash. It's a shame you ain't been usin' it."

Trudy snickered, "Look at her ass, LaVonne. Think she's ever had a cock in there?" Sarah jumped as Trudy scraped her sphincter lightly with a long fingernail, then reached around and squeezed a hanging breast, rubbing the nipple until it puckered. "She's a quick starter, though. Babies pop right up when you rub 'em. I think she likes me."

Sarah felt a finger stroke her pussy. She bit her lip as it pushed against the dry tissue, trying to force its way inside. "She must not like me, then," LaVonne said. "She's dry as a bone back here. You don't like LaVonne, sweetie?"

"Yes, I like you both," Sarah lied. "I really do."

"Well then, show me you like me," LaVonne replied. "Get that pussy of yours all nice and juicy for me."

The two women watched as Sarah began to play with herself. Desperate to please her tormentors, she stroked her fingers up and down her cleft, sniffling as she obediently rubbed her clit on each stroke. Gradually she felt her membranes moisten and she was able to push a long finger inside. At LaVonne's direction she added a second finger, then a third.

* * * * *

Digger smiled as he stood outside the door. Whoever was whipping the new girl was really hitting a nice rhythm. Probably LaVonne, he'd seen her get pretty nasty before. He knew he could count on his girls to straighten the stupid bitch out.

Digger Munson had an extremely effective system for dealing with people who screwed up. Never punish the actual person who needed the lesson; punish two or three others around them instead. It very effectively accomplished several things. First, judgment became somewhat arbitrary and people didn't get too cocky, thinking they were doing fine and would never get punished. Second, nobody tried to be a martyr, thinking they would suffer nobly to save their friends, relatives or coworkers from pain. If you screwed up, somebody else paid the price. Third, everybody had a stake in keeping the others in line. It was Digger's version of peer pressure, with a sadistic twist. He could always count on the punishment to be passed along to the responsible party, usually multiplied three or fourfold beyond what he would have done himself.

It wasn't always passed along through retribution, either. Guilt over someone else's suffering was a powerful tool and Digger often used it to his advantage. He ran a small protection ring on the side and he never punished a shopkeeper if he refused to pay. He smashed his neighbors' stores and he broke his families' fingers but he always left the offender himself whole and hearty, feeling guilty and responsible.

In fact, one of Digger's best whores came from just such a situation. When a local hardware store owner decided to wear a police wire to try and entrap him for extortion, Digger seized the man's wife and daughter. The girl was really popular with the local men now and Digger had her work the corner near her father's store. Day after day the shopkeeper helplessly watched his daughter troll for customers, wiggling her cute little ass and disappearing into a nearby alley several times an hour. If he cared to step out onto his loading dock, he could even see her kneeling in the dirt, sucking cocks and then thanking the johns for their money as she wiped the cum from her chin.

He only kept the wife for a month, though. Too old for the local whore circuit, Digger kept her just long enough to teach her to enthusiastically, if not entirely willingly, accommodate cocks in her mouth, pussy and ass. Then he returned her, worn and broken. Every time he looked at his wife the hardware man would think of what she was forced to go through because of his treachery. Every month when Digger stopped at the store to collect and took his wife into the office for a nice long assfuck, he listened to her moans and was reminded that she was still paying. Every day when he saw his daughter selling her pussy outside his store, he thought of the three children he still had left at home. These days the man paid on time, without complaint, every month.

The same system that worked on outsiders worked on Digger's whores, maybe even more effectively. When it came to getting even, his girls could be brutally imaginative and they resented being punished for things they didn't do. Rebellion and disobedience were quickly squashed. Independence simply wasn't tolerated.

Digger figured it would take them about two weeks to train the flamer into a first class whore. Maybe a little more, she did look kind of stuck up and snooty. She might hold out for a little while, thinking she was going to be rescued or somehow escape. Eventually, though, she'd settle down and start making him some serious money.

* * * * *

Sarah spent the next two hours forced to masturbate, with occasional breaks now and then to have her bottom caned. At her tormentors' insistence, she moaned in simulated lust and begged to be fucked as she played with her nipples with one hand and pumped her cunt with the other.

When Digger returned to the room, he found a very different woman waiting for him. Sarah forced a smile to her face as she greeted him. When he asked her to bend over, she quickly spun around, spread her legs and reached for her ankles. He chuckled as he noted the red lines on her ass.

"That's a real nice pussy, girl," he told her. "Looks like you take pretty good care of it. It looks juicy, too. You horny?"

"Y-yes, Mr. Munson," she stuttered nervously, glancing sideways at Trudy. "I'm very h-horny."

"Is that so? What's got you so hot?" he asked.

"Think... Thinking about cocks. B-b-... big cocks."

"Is that so? You like big cocks, do you? You ever fucked a black cock, girl?"

Sarah's shook her head, her long red hair swinging back and forth and obscuring the fear on her face. "N-no, sir."

"So how come you say you like big cocks and everyone knows black men have the biggest cocks but you've never tried one?" Digger frowned. "You got somethin' against black meat?"

Sarah looked up and saw Trudy glaring at her. She could never survive another whipping. Knowing what she had to do, she reached back and slid two fingers into her cunt, getting it ready. "N-no, Mr. Munson. I've always wanted to try a b-black cock, I just never had a chance. I'd love to fu... I'd love to fuck one."

Digger grinned. "Well, you're in luck. I got just what you need, girl."

Sarah dropped her head and looked between her legs as Digger unzipped his trousers and stepped forward. She watched as he pulled out a large, thick cock and pumped it in his fist. The head slowly rose and pointed at her cunt as she pulled her fingers out and waited.

She watched the dark shaft bob up and down as Digger stepped up behind her. From her bent-over position it looked huge when he slid it under his trembling captive, dragging the shaft several times through her pubic hair as he teased himself into full erection. Sarah watched in horrified fascination as the swollen head sawed forward and back against her belly. Finally it drew back and she felt Digger align it with her cunt, then lean forward. Sarah grunted as her pussy briefly resisted, then peeled open under the steady pressure. Digger sank slowly into her moist cavern, his thick cock stretching her wide as he probed deeper. It seemed like he would never stop sliding into her. Finally she felt his hips touch her ass. She looked back between her legs to see his large dark testicles suspended under her crotch, full and heavy with sperm.

"Ohhhh," she moaned as he slowly pulled his cock back out. Her cunt was stretched, fuller than she'd ever felt it, and she could feel every ridge on his cock as it slid out. When he was fully withdrawn, Digger paused then pulled back on her hips and began the long, slow journey back toward her womb.

"Oh, man, that is some juicy pussy. Just the way I like my white women," Digger praised her. "Hot, wet and tight. You ain't moving around, though. LaVonne, give Trudy five strokes and see if it wakes this girl up."

"No, don't!" Sarah cried. "I'm awake, I'm awake." She began pushing her hips back against Digger. As he pulled his cock out, she drew forward, then pushed back against him in simulated ecstasy. "Aah... S-see, I like it. I like your cock."

"I ain't so sure," Digger replied. "You might jus' be pretending. I'll give Trudy another chance, though. You throw me a good fuck and I won't have LaVonne whip her."

Eager to avoid further retribution from the women, Sarah started groaning as she pumped her pussy back and forth on his cock. Luckily, her cunt was sopping wet from two straight hours of playing with herself. She could hear her juices squish as his cock drove deep inside. Trying to get the horrible ordeal over with as quickly as she could, Sarah clenched her pussy muscles to increase his pleasure.

Digger's soft grunt told her it worked. Several minutes later Sarah felt the man behind her twitch and groan, then press himself tight against her buttocks. A warm flood filled her abdomen as he shuddered in orgasm.

"Oh, yeah. You are fine. That's a nice, tight pussy, baby," Digger praised her as he pulled his cock out. "Come here, Trudy. Clean ol' Digger up."

Sarah felt a thick wad of sperm drip from her pussy as she stood and turned around. Trudy was already on her knees, enthusiastically licking the residue from Digger's flaccid cock. She sucked his prick until it gleamed darkly, then tucked it back into his pants with a final kiss and stood up.

When Sarah lifted her eyes from watching Trudy's cleaning routine, she was surprised to see Digger looking sadly at her. She knew immediately that she was in trouble again.

"Girl, I feel real low."

"W-why?"

"Here I got my rocks off in your hot little cunt and you didn't even cum. You must think I'm pretty cold to treat one of my bitches that shabby."

"No, I don't think you're cold," Sarah quickly responded. "I don't think that at all. I really liked it," she lied. "I just didn't c-... have an orgasm, that's all."

"Oh, so it wasn't that I was mean, it's just that I'm a lousy hump? What, I don't make you horny? You don't like the way I fuck or something? You got something against black cock?"

Sarah knew she was in trouble. "N-n-no, I do! I do! I really liked it when you fucked me. I'm really sorry I didn't cum. I'll do better the next time, I p-promise. I like black cocks. Please! I love black cocks!" she screamed in panic. Her shoulders shook as she started to sob.

"Too late," he frowned. "You insulted my manhood, you say I'm not stud enough to get you off. I can't allow that." He turned to Trudy and LaVonne. "Right, girls?"

Both girls slowly shook their heads. "No, baby. Can't have that."

Sarah started to cry as she realized what was coming. Digger handed her the cane with a grin. "I think twenty strokes for each of them is fair. Whose ass would you like to whip first?"

* * * * *

This time when Digger left, Sarah was safe from retribution- at least temporarily. Trudy and LaVonne were in too much pain to do anything except lie on the floor, trying not to move their sore buttocks. To prevent Sarah from escaping and to heighten her anxiety about the upcoming payback from Trudy and LaVonne, Digger tied the redhead to the table before he left. Her trim ankles were spread wide and tied to the legs on one side, her arms were pulled across to the opposite legs and her ass was thrust out and up by the edge of the table. She was unable to move, unable to do anything except lay there and wait, physically uncomfortable and mentally terrified, until the two women recovered enough to exact their revenge.

To Sarah's surprise, when Trudy and LaVonne finally rose to their feet they limped from the room instead of whipping her. When they finally returned, Trudy was carrying a small duffel bag which she placed behind Sarah, out of her sight. Trudy then placed two plastic bottles on the table, one on each side of Sarah's body, as LaVonne crouched down beside her head.

"See what's in them bottles?" LaVonne whispered, her warm breath tickling Sarah's ear. "One's baby oil an' one's rubbing alcohol. After we whip you, I'm gonna rub one of them all over your lily white ass. I'll let you decide, though. Which one you want?"

Sarah's eyes started to water in fear. "T-the baby oil, please."

"What about the baby oil?"

"I want... I want you to rub it on my ass," Sarah choked.

"You really want me to rub your ass, girl? You got to ask nicely if you do."

"Please," Sarah begged shamelessly. "Please rub baby oil on my ass after you whip me. Please?"

"I might do that, girl- if you do what I tell you. Think you can do that?"

"Yes! I'll do whatever you want. Just please don't use the rubbing alcohol," Sarah whimpered.

LaVonne lifted Sarah's chin and smiled at the fear on the white woman's face. "When you feel the first stroke, I want you to say, 'Thank you for whipping me. I want to suck a big black cock.' Then when you feel the second one, I want you to say, 'Thank you for whipping me. I want to fuck two big black cocks.' The next stroke you tell me how you'd like to suck three big black cocks, then fuck four. Get the picture, honey?"

Sarah nodded eagerly. "Yes. I'll do it. Then you won't use the rubbing alcohol?"

"That's right. But you got to say it right. If you lose count, or say 'suck' instead of 'fuck,' you get the alcohol. Scream as loud as you want, but don't lose your place. Do it right and I'll make you forget all your pain afterwards."

LaVonne leaned forward and kissed Sarah on the lips, softly at first and then more insistently. Anxious to please, Sarah responded, parting her lips and allowing LaVonne's tongue to slide through her teeth. She was so focused on what LaVonne was doing, she never heard the first blow coming.

As her ass exploded in pain, Sarah screamed into LaVonne's mouth. Panting, she pulled her mouth away and gasped, "Tha... Oh, ow! Thank you for whipping me. I want to suck a b-big black c-cock."

Immediately, a second blow fell. "Ahhh! Owwww! T-thank you for whipping me. I want to fuck two big black cocks."

LaVonne smiled. "Damn, you must like cock, girl. You really like black cock that much?"

Sarah nodded. She was willing to say almost anything to satisfy the two whores. "Yes, I do. I like black... Owww! Ohhh! Thank you for whipping me! I want to suck three big black cocks!"

As the whipping continued, Sarah began screaming constantly. Her voice grew louder and louder, screaming out the count and begging for numerous black cocks to suck and fuck, however false her claims.

When Trudy finally reached forty strokes, Sarah screamed out her last thanks and allowed her head to collapse onto the table top. Her body shuddered in large sobs as she fought to calm herself down. Tears and mucus streamed from her face and pooled on the table.

 

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