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Sri Lankan Girl's Hostage Sex Slave (Femdom, intr, Sri Lankan)
by Malcolm Jardine (lebny@freewebaccess.co.uk)
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Pushparanee was bored and angry. Just because she had slept late that
morning she had been left behind on guard duty while her comrades went off
to fight the government soldiers who were searching for the hostage. She
hated the government troops and it angered her beyond measure that she had
to waste her time watching over the white pig that the guerrillas had seized
some days before. He was a wealthy businessman with connections all the way
to the top of the government. Those connections allowed him to operate
dozens of sweatshop factories where he ruthlessly exploited hundreds of
"darkie" (as he called them) women and children. That alone made him a
target for the guerrillas who would have shot him instantly but for the high
price the government would pay for his release.
Pushparanee looked at the pig stretched out naked on the bed in front of
her, spreadeagled, his wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts with
tightropes. He had been loud and arrogant but a sound beating from the
guerrillas, including Pushparanee, combined with the presence of their guns
had taught him to be silent and obedient. Yet his eyes still seemed to stare
at her with arrogance and contempt.Pushparanee felt her anger boil again.
Perhaps the pig needed another beating.
She had enjoyed hitting him with her fists and feet enjoyed it so much that
she had orgasmed during the act to both her pleasure and embarrassment. She
had beaten and killed many government soldiers but never experienced
anything like the thrill she got from bringing this white man to his knees,
from hearing him sob and beg for mercy, from proving that despite everything
he believed she, a poor Tamil girl, was his superior in every way.
At the last moment she changed her mind. The others would not be back for a
long time, if ever. Why not spend that time having some fun with the pig?
After all he was her toy now.
She pulled her wooden chair closer to the bed till she was only inches away
from him. She lifted her Kalashnikov and brushed it against his white cock.
She smiled as it jumped at the touch of the cold metal and poked his balls
with the gun barrel, gently at first but then with a sudden thrust.
Michael Johnstone yelled in agony as pain flashed through his body where
only seconds before there had been pleasure. When his vision cleared he saw
the dark, wiry, olive uniform clad girl grinning down at him with her
flashing white teeth. How dare the black bitch do this to him, him! She was
nothing more than one of the cheap whores who worked in his factories. He'd
fucked dozens like her in his time in Sri Lanka. Their husbands never
objected. Thet were too afraid of losing their miserable jobs. He even let
some of them watch. This girl was no different. They were all slaves at
heart. One just needed to adopt the right tone.
"Untie me now bitch!" he snapped "I'll see you're well treated once I'm
safe. Come on. What are you waiting for?"
The girl smiled and then with a swift, powerful movement slapped his face
hard, once, twice, thrice. The force of her blows brought tears to his eyes
and an even wider smile to her face.
"You go nowhere. You stay here forever, be MY bitch white pig."
She brought the gun up under his chin.
"You want to be my bitch white pig?"
There was a steely glint in her eye that convinced Johnstone she would kill
him without hesitation if he refused. He decided to play for time. He'd make
the bitch pay later.
"Yes, yes anything you say." he said hurriedly
"Good pig. madame pleased. Now she give you treat. You eat now."
Still smiling Pushparanee raised her filthy combat boot and placed it
against the pig's lips.
"Eat piggy! eat and clean! Make Madame's boots shine or Madame get angry!"
Johnstone was enraged and his face showed it which made Pushparanee's
amusement even greater. Yet the stroke of her gun against his cock once
again reminded himm of the penalty of disobedience. swallowing his pride he
began to lick and swallow the mud from her boot. Pushparanee watched his
humiliation with the same degree of pleasure she had felt during his
beating. Imagine she, a peasant girl, having this white businessmen lick the
dirt from her boots. If her family could see her now they would think her a
Queen. She raised her other foot and let him lick that too. As she did so
she noticed how hard his cock had become. this puzzled her? Could he be one
of those who enjoyed being ruled by a woman? she had heard tales of such men
but never imagined they were true.
Johnstone felt his cock harden and his shame deepened. How was this
possible? He had played with dominatrixes before but never a Sri Lankan one.
To him they were not even real women just cheap fuckholes built for his
pleasure. How was it possible that being humiliated by a black whore could
excite him so much?
He was thirsty now, really thirsty, the mud clogging in his throat, choking
him.
"Please Madame, water!" he begged
Pushparanee obliged, letting himm drink from a nearby mug. she did not want
him to pass out on her.
"You like food pig?" she demanded
"Yes Madame. It was delicious." he replied
"Good pig. Right answer. Now you get more treat. madame's feet hot. Cool
them with tongue."
Pushparanee peeled off her heavy boots and took out her hot sweaty feet. she
climbed onto the bed and stood over the pig, her strong legs straddling his
head. It gave her a thrill of power to look down on him thus and an even
greater thrill when she placed her foot on his face as she might step on the
lowliest insect.
"Lick pig!" she ordered
Johnstone flinched at the smell of the sweaty brown foot squashing his face
but he knew he had no choice. Stifling his disgust at the salty taste of her
sweat he began to lick her sole then for dessert sucked her dirty toes till
they were sparkling clean. Her other foot followed and strangely,
sickeningly he began to enjoy his work. His cock hardened again and he felt
the pre-cum on his tip.
Pushparanee saw the silver glisten too. she moved silently back and with one
well placed kick deflated the cock and brought a silent scream to
Johnstone's lips.
"You no cum now. You belong me. Cum only if I say."
"S...s..sorry Madame." sobbed the pig
"Aw pig cry!" said Pushparanee with mock sympathy. "No worry. Madame wip
away tears!"
Johnstone looked up as she loosened her camouflage trousers and let them
drop to reveal her slim but muscular legs and a tight, shapely ass in green
cotton panties. Slowly Pushparanee removed them and Johnstone saw for the
first time her lush, hairy pussy. His bruised and battered cock began to
painfully stir once more.
Pushparanee lay down beside the pig, her pussy tantalisingly close to his
cock. she smiled as he tried to arch his head to see it again then roughly
forced it back with her hand, covering his face with her panties so he saw
nothing else. They were sweaty and ripe. There was little opportunity to
change in the jungle. As she had promised she started to wipe away the pig's
tears by rubbing her panties roughly across her face.
Johnstone almost gagged at first, the smell was so intense. He tossed his
head this way and that trying to escape but the girl only pressed harder,
blocking his mouth and nose. He could not breathe and was on the verge of
passing out when suddenly she lifted the panties from his face.
"Madame's panties too dirty, no? Pig clean now!"
With those words she screwed up the panties and thrust them into his mouth
forcing him to suck on them. Once they were nice and wet she pulled them out
and stretched them to expose the skid marks on the rear.
"Lick pig!"
Fiery tears of shame again burned on Johnstone's face as the once proud
businessman contemplated the miserable fate that was now his, from master
and abuser of Sri Lankan women to the shitlicking pantycleaning property of
one of those same women. And yet his cock continued to harden. Could this be
the fate he deserved, the fate he secretly craved? Was his conscience now in
control, willing him to make amends for his past abuses? No! It could not be
true!
Pushparanee had come several times now. She had never felt such overwhelming
passion, such a sense of power. Even as the pig licked her panties clean her
fingers were in her pussy bringing her again to climax.
"Pig like shit, huh?" she said, flicking his balls painfully with her finger
"Want more, yes?'
She held the pig's balls in an iron grip. Tears of pain replaced his tears
of shame as he stammered
"Please Madame more shit for piggy, please!"
With a triumphant sneer Pushparanee stood over him and lowered his small,
pert ass to his face
"Kiss ass pig!"
Gently the sobbing white man kissed each ass cheek. Pushoparanee lowered
herself till she sat atop his face, her ass covering it.
"Lick inside pig. Deep inside!"
Crying pig put his tongue inside her asshole and licked as hard as he could,
choking on the smell and taste of her inner passage while Pushparanee
wriggled delightedly. She really was a Queen. Even a white pig could fall no
lower than to be an asslicker. Except she smiled as she saw his tall
erection to be an asslicker who enjoyed it.
As pig continued to lick she took a lace from her boot and tight it tightly
around the base of his cock. She would use it she decided but as a dildo.
She did not want pig cum inside her.
First though pig was made to service her pussy with his shit stained tongue
as she turned around and writhed and rode his face without mercy until she
had cum over and over again.
Then she took his bounfd cock in her hand and lowered herself onto it. Her
muscles were taut and strong from years of combat and Johnstone felt his
cock trapped in a dark vice. Pushparanee rode him long and hard, threshing
wildly atop him, scratching and slaspping his defenceless body in her
frenzied passon
Johnstone felt little joy as she fucked him, only the agony of denied
release. He knew instinctively that she would not let him cum, that he was
just a dildo for her amusement as he once used women as his fuckholes.He
knew that he was nothing now except a peasant girl's fucktoy, nothing but
her worthless pig and although defiance and pride still stirred within him
he felt a stronger emotion now, a desire to please this woman who had so
degraded him, a desire to serve her, always.
At last, exhausted by pleasure Pushparanee dismounted her pig and lay beside
him. She looked down into his eyes, saw no arrogance but only submission
there and smiled. She lay beside him, naked now, her shirt thrown off in her
frenzy, her small breasts with their large dark nipples beside his mouth.
"Who are you?" she asked gently
"Madame's footcleaning, shiteating, asslicking, pussykissing, fucktoy pig."
said Johnstone and as he spoke he felt suddenly that his description was the
truest he could have given, a true and a rightful description.
Pushparanee smiled and rewarded her little pig with a taste of her sweet
nipples and the release of his cock. She watched in happy delight as he came
in a fountain of cum, his tribute to his new Mistress.
There was no one in the camp when the government soldiers, having eliminated
the other guerrillas entered it. Both guerrilla and hostage were long gone.
They were never found either but strange stories were heard for years
afterwards in Jaffna of the village girl who had her own white slave whore
who gave his body freely to any who wanted to abuse it.
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Comments welcome from all, especially Sri Lankan, Indian, Pakistani or
Bangladeshi Women who would welcome the chance to acquire their own white
slaveboy.