The Lesson Ch 02 4

Pain as never experienced rushes through my body...almost an overload between the clamps on my nipples and pussy, and the huge dildo rammed into my cunt. I hang by my wrists, tears flowing down my cheeks as I stare at the large black man in front of me. I watch as he moves across the room to gaze at the wall filled with implements of torture. He selects a flogger made of very stiff leather, turns back towards me laughing.

'So who is in control now, bitch? Where is your white superiority?' I shake my head in anger, which causes the clamps to move causing me to scream as shots of electricity shoot through my tits.

'OH MY!!!! I forgot the most important item!' I wondered what he could be talking about, for just a brief moment. He walked behind me, large hands rubbing over my pale body. Quickly, he rams a hard object into my virgin ass, I feel like I am being ripped in two. Suddenly, my ass and cunt start to vibrate. He stands there watching me as my body betrays me, the fullness and movements move me closer to the edge of pleasure.

'OH NO YOU DON'T BITCH!!!!!' All sensations stop as he yells at me. I hang there gasping, needing release, yet too afraid to see what happens next.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! I scream into the gag as he begins to hit me with the flogger, the leather meeting my pale skin leaving angry red welts all over my tender body. He continues to beat me with no mercy as I fight my bonds in an effort to get away. If feels like my skin is in shreds, yet when I am able to peek down, all I see are welts. The skin is still in one piece and no blood. He works the flogger expertly over my body, never hitting twice in the same spot. He works the leather tips delicately over my nipples, creating excruciating pain that flows from the end of the leather clear through my body down to my toes.

'MMFFGGHHRGGFFHH!' I cry against the gag, trying to get him to stop not sure just how much more pain I can handle before I am sure I will die.

He stops, returns to the wall to put the flogger back. I hang there, body beet red from all the welts that have been raised on my pale, white body. He returns holding a long thin object. He holds it up so I can get a good look at it. Slowly, he runs it along my cheeks causing me to shiver.

"You have felt nothing yet bitch. That was just a warm up. Now we get to down to business. You accepted 8 drinks from me, 8 drinks that MY BLACK MONEY paid for. NOW, you must pay for each of those drinks. Since you are too good for a black man, even one like me, you must pay me back. What do you think is an appropriate repayment?'

Tearfully, I shake my head as I attempt to answer his question, the gag blocking anything intelligent coming from my mouth.

'Yes, I agree.....4 strokes for every drink sounds good to me, and we will add one final stroke to make it an even 25. Such a good suggestion, bitch. Now, where should we put the strokes?'

With that, he runs the cane along my tits teasingly, then moves down to run the cane along my inner thighs, pushes the tip of the cane against my engorged clit. It was just enough pressure to send me over the edge; I shake in my bonds as an orgasm washes over my body.

'TSK TSK' No one gave you permission to orgasm!!!! That will cost you 5 more strokes.....and on the pussy since that is the body part that disobeyed.'

My eyes fly open as suddenly a flash of extreme pain fills my body as he brings the cane up to connect with my pussy. I shake violently as I scream into the gag. Before the pain even has a chance to begin to recede, He hits my pussy 4 more times, leaving just enough time between each strike for the pain to recede slightly, which creates the feeling of more pain. He methodically begins to administer the 25 strokes, spreading them evenly over my body. By the time he is finished, my body is covered in what truly looks like miniature railroad tracks. Now, I truly feel blood trickling down my skin as he has actually broken the skin in places.

He puts the cane away, returns to stand in front of me. He lifts my chin up, gazing deeply into my pain filled eyes.

'Your punishment is over girl. You will learn that when you deserve to be punished, I will punish, and then move on. You will learn your place, and once you do, your life will be much easier. I am going to remove this gag, you are to remain silent until I give you permission to speak, or you are asked a direct question. Do you understand?'

I nod my understanding, wanting nothing more than for the harsh treatment to stop. He reaches up and unlocks the gag, pulling it roughly from my mouth causing me to cry out in pain. HIs eyes darken at the sound as I cringe from the gaze on his face. 'What do you have to say to me now bitch?'

'FUCK YOU!!!! LET ME GO!!!'

"Well now, is that really how you should be speaking to the One that holds your life in his hands?" I scream as he grabs on to the chain attached to my nipples and pulled. I glare at him as he pulls harder, reaches down and begins to pull on the chains attached to my pussy.

Sobbing, I finally break. 'I'm sorry, please stop. Please, stop...I won't do it again, please I'm sorry... I'm begging you pleaseeeee!!!!'

He drops the chains sending one more violent shot of pain through my tender parts. He moves to the corner of the room and pushes something close to me. On top of it I see a huge dildo, bigger and blacker than the one already imbedded deep in my pussy.

'PLEASE NOOOOOOOO, THAT THING IS TOO BIG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

He ignores my pleas, pulls the dildo out of my pussy and slides the bench between my legs, pushes a button and I am lifted up by my arms so he can line up the dildo with my dripping pussy. He lowers me onto it, I moan as it fills me to capacity stretching my pussy. He leans down, attaching my ankles to rings in the floor, completely restricting my movement. I look at him terrified not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, the dildo imbedded deep within me begins to rotate, the tip hitting my gspot. It is twirling and thrusting, and I can't stop it. I moan realizing that he will be able to force me to orgasm if he wishes. Just as I get close to falling over the edge of ultimate pleasure, all movement stops. I cry out in frustration.

'Do you really think that you deserve to receive pleasure after cursing at me? And screaming at me?'

He stands there waiting for an answer, one I do not know. I look at him confused. He laughs as he turns the machine back on, leans forward to kiss me tugging on the chains. I cry out against his lips, both from the pain and the thought that a black man was kissing me. He pulled back staring at me intently.

'You still feel you are too good to be touched by a black man, don't you?' I stare at him, refusing to answer that question.

'You better get used to the touch of a black man, bitch. You will never feel the touch of a white man again. You now belong to me, I own your body, your soul, your mind, and one day I will own your heart. I think some time on my friend here will help your mindset. We will discuss your attitude when I return. I pray that it changes between now and then, as I would really hate to have to teach you another lesson.'

With those words, he flicked a switch causing the machine to start humming again and walked out of the room; hit a button next to the door leaving me in darkness. He had set the machine to tease, it kept me on the edge of orgasms for the next three hours, my body creating pain in my tits and pussy, from the clamps, by my own movements.yet never allowing me to cross that threshold into pure pleasure.