The Set Part IV
As he crawled into the set the first thing he noticed was that no one in the room was male. There were a couple of camerawomen setting up video camera, three women with picture cameras, Mi Linn, Letasha, and another massive women who must be Nobia. Mi Linn approached him, the two guards were still heaving heavily on Fred’s back. “Hmm,” she tapped her heel on the floor and put her hand to her mouth. “Did he give you any problems?” The guard responded, “He didn’t think he had to obey us, but we quickly corrected that problem, didn’t we” she jerked on Fred’s hair. “Yes lady you did,” responded the compliant Fred. Fred secretly hoped Mi Linn would discipline these two, or at least show some sympathy. That was not going to happen.
Mi Linn looked down disapprovingly at Fred. “I do apologize sisters, Fred will be sure to be on his best behavior. And to make it up to you after we rehearse here I will have Fred sent to the barracks and you and your sisters can have him pleasure you tonight. Fred’s eyes bulged, how could she do this to him? She was so nice on the ride over. The two guards laughed, “Well worm, I hope you learn how to hold your breath today, I don’t like slaves breathing as they worship my pussy.” The two guards dismounted and then left talking about the fun they would have tonight.
As they left Fred started to plead with Mi Linn. “Mi Linn, please what is going on? I came here to do the video not pleasure those women.” Mi Linn looked down at him with contempt. “At this point your objections are meaningless. You have signed the contract, you have been video taped verbally agreeing to it, your screwed.” Fred shook his head, “But that was only for that video!” Mi Linn laughed, “What are you going to do about it? This place is run by the Sisterhood of Femdom, no one goes in or out without their permission. If you don’t follow our commands like a good slave dog, we will punish and torture you.” Mi Linn continued, “In fact in the week that you will be staying here you will be participating in other videos.” Fred was shocked, this wasn’t fair, this was suppose to be just a week of psyche tests and script rehearsal, his last week was supposed to have been comfortable not full of pain and degradation.
Fearing the answer, Fred asked, “What other videos?” Mi Linn smiled, “We will be trying to do twenty hardcore Femdom videos before we finally kill you in the finale.” Fred gulped at the word “hardcore.” Mi Linn continued, “A few videos will be some simple humiliation foot worship, then comes the branding video, whipping videos, smother videos, and trample.” With a wicked smile she carefully watched Fred’s face as she continued, “And of course this is going to be hardcore, we will be doing serious damage to your body. Things that we can’t get regular slaves to do, but thanks to your signed and video taped contract, we can do whatever we want.”
Fred loved his wife. He did not want Tanya to struggle financially, but he had to, had to get out of this. Standing up Fred said, “fine you can take your five hundred thousand dollars and shove it, no deal.” Mi Linn slapped him. “You pathetic slime, can you really be that stupid? Do you think you can just walk out of this? With your cooperation or not the video will proceed and you will die.” Fred said, “You can’t do that, I’m breaking the contact, you can’t just kill me against my will that is murder.” Mi Linn just shook her head, “I am going to enjoy watching you suffer.”
Letasha and Nobia had approached at this point. Mi Linn said, “Fred you have a choice, you can kneel down and abase yourself before me, beg my forgiveness and kiss my toes, then follow the sisters and proceed with the practice shoot.” She raised her left hand and said, “Or you can be beaten and tortured until you agree.” Fred looked nervously at the two massive women, “But.. but, I don’t agree anymore, if you do this you will all be murderers.” Hard stares were returned by all three women. Letasha clenched her fist and took one step forward, Fred remembered the horrible pain at the hands of the other two guards, he sobbed and sank to his knees fear clenching his heart.
“Please forgive me Mi Linn, I beg your forgiveness, I will obey,” Fred said in a defeated voice. Mi Linn tapped her foot, he moved forward and kissed her pantyhose covered toes. After he had kissed both feet, he looked up just in time to see Mi Linn spit straight into his face. She said, “That is what I think of you, if you ever disobey again I will see to it that your pathetic cock is destroyed before your little wife arrives.” Fred shivered, he had but one hope left in him. To get past this week of torture and abuse, see his lovely wife again and one last time hold her and feel so sweetly alive when he shoots his load into her. Who knows, he thinks to himself, maybe that last time will actually lead a pregnancy and he would live on. That thought comforted him, for there was no escape now.
He followed Mi Linn to a large wooden table. It had two ankle straps, two wrist straps, it also had leg straps, and a chest strap. He would be spread eagle and unable to move anything except his head. Mi Linn spoke to the two video stars, “I have decided against videotaping the actual strapping him into place, we will start with the reading of the execution sentence and then start with the foot choking. “On the table,” she snapped at Fred. Fred quickly lifted himself on the table. Nobia and Letasha firmly strapped him in. He felt extremely vulnerable, and realized that he would die on this table. Maybe not today but within one week his last breath would be taken here.
After he was firmly strapped in Letasha and Nobia started to strip. Several pictures were being taken of him on the table. The photographers were also dark skinned and locals to the area, but not as large as the guards. Underneath their clothes Letasha and Nobia had black panties and bras. There were also photographed together. Several shots were posed for with him in the background. Mi Linn waved the cameras away. “All right Letasha you will read the execution sentence, while that is being done Nobia you will go up on the table and stand on Fred’s chest.” Mi Linn handed Letasha a piece of paper and then continued her instructions. “Once the sentence is read, stand on his throat, applying more pressure, and Letasha once you have read the sentence take it off camera and return. Verbally berate the condemned as he is being chocked under Nobia’s foot.”
Fred listened with morbid curiosity as he found out what his last moments would be like. There really wasn’t much expected from him, he would be choked by a foot, then insulted, spit on and slapped by Letasha. He would be choked again, this time with her hands, and Letasha would cover his mouth and nose. Mi Linn said, “The goal is to bring him to the brink of passing out, I want to see him squirm and buck before releasing him. Repeat this three times before moving on. Try it now.” Nobia’s massive hands tightened around Fed’s throat, his are was cut off, but apparently to make doubly sure, Letasha massive hands covered his mouth and nose with a tight grip. Fred could see the huge smile on Letasha’s face, she was enjoying this! After thirty seconds his lungs started to burn, he had not gotten a good breath. He instinctively struggled against his restraints, but there was no slack. After forty five seconds he noticed a couple of cameras clicking away pictures over Letasha’s shoulder. After a minute he tried to scream, which of course was impossible. He bucked and squirmed, just as Mi Linn wanted him to, Letasha’s smile had grown even wider. He felt pain in his chest and his eyes rolled up and down and every which way.
They removed their hands, Fred took a raspy ragged breath, and that was all he got. The hands descended suddenly and violently. His next breath was choked from him by Nobia and his mouth and nose were clamped shut. This time by thirty seconds he was at the panic stage. Oh God he thought, they were going to kill me now! They held it while he panicked. Things were getting dark around the edges, his lungs screamed in agony. They removed their hands, sweet air rushed into his lungs, but again one breath was all he got. He tried to maintain some kind of dignity, this was the last one in the set he could focus and not panic. That thought lasted less then half a minute. His lungs in pain again his brain kicked into survival fight or flight mode, and again he futilely struggled against his restraints. He tried to whip his head one way or the other but their grip was like iron. Letasha looked at Nobia with a wicked smile and said, “Want to go for number four just for fun?” Nobia laughed and said, “sure.” Sobbing in frustrated his entire body shook. Right before it seemed like he would pass out, they let in one breath and then clamped down again.
Fred had tears in his eyes again today. He never thought of himself as a weak man, but events were showing that he was. Fred didn’t want to die like this. He didn’t think smothering would be easy, but he didn’t realize the horrible pain in his lungs, or the horrible panic and dread that coursed though his body right before he would pass out. That dread once again filled his body as he found it trying to flail against the restraints. After they released him Mi Linn said, “Well the script has some room for flexibility lets make it four.” Fred lay catching his breath and sobbing. He moaned “please..” and “no more” as his fuzzy mind was trying to focus. Nobia looked at Mi Linn and said, “Wow where did you find this pathetic loser?” Mi Linn shrugged, “He will do, and his reactions will make the video a best seller.” “Lets move on,” she said.
The next set of smothering was done by Letasha who hopped up on the table and sat down on Fred’s face. Meanwhile Nobia stood up and started to stomp on Fred’s chest and stomach. Fred didn’t know what was worse the crushing weight of Letasha, who had to weight at least 200 pounds, or the pounding his torso was receiving. Letasha would adjust her position to better grind down on Fred’s face. He could smell her through her panties, and could tell she was wet. He thought to himself, “I’m surrounded with sick perverted women who all get off on causing me misery!” Fred managed to get bits of air here and there but they were quickly forced out by the relentless stomping. Finally Letasha found a spot where nose was forced up her ass, and his mouth perfectly sealed. Fred’s head was pounding, lack of oxygen, the stomping, and his unsupported head on hard wood was a deadly combination. His brain went off again demanding his escape, he struggled in his bonds using up more oxygen.
When Letasha lifted up her ass, Fred took a breath that was quickly forced out as Nobia jumped down on his stomach with her knees. Letasha promptly sat back down, and the dark world of no air returned. This happened several times. Nobia took her turn as well smothering him forward and reverse. Each time, it was absolute torture for Fred, his mind would scream every time their ample bottoms would descend on his face.
They moved on to a variety of different smother tortures. They used their breasts, which Fred had hoped would be pleasant, but wasn’t. Letasha took off her panties and stuffed them into Fred’s mouth and then put her naked pussy on his nose. He *breathed* cum when she let him up and almost chocked on it. Letasha’s panties still in his mouth, Nobia stood on his face, using her toes to close his nose. Letasha sat with his nose up her crack, the smell was horrible, but not as bad as his wife’s was Fred’s thought. Any thoughts that Fred had were quickly driven out by the smothering. An hour through the practice shoot his body was exhausted. He felt like he had run a marathon, and the two women simply continued relentlessly. Soon they were both completely naked. They traded turns sitting on him, together, separate, and in a dozen different ways. They used their hands, feet, and breasts. Mi Linn was getting excited by all of this, and the way Fred was reaction was a gold mine. She thought to herself, this video is going to sell millions.
The finale was approaching and Mi Linn signaled a break. Fred thankful for the respite sucked in air. Mi Linn spoke, “for the grand finale, you will use your pussy Letasha, and look straight into his eyes. Don’t giggle or laugh, I know I know its great fun, but stare at him with hatred and softly, but strongly say die maggot die.” Mi Linn approached Fred’s head, “As for you, you will stare straight at Letasha, your eyes are never to leave hers, this will be difficult for you since Nobia will be crushing your balls with her hands as the final smother takes place. We of course want maximum pain as you die, now if you look away, Letasha will give you air and continue again, but all while you live, your balls will be in constant agony.” Fred whimpered, he could barely control his body, and the pain….
Looking down at him Mi Linn said, “Think you can handle that dog?” Fred shook his head, “No lady, I can’t control it my body will betray me,” he sobbed. Mi Linn smiled, “I said I would enjoy seeing you suffer, and I have and this will be a wonderful treat, we can practice all day until you get your part right.” Fred moaned as the women took their positions again. Letasha lowered herself and made the seal airtight. She looked down at him with a stern face. Fred looked her in the eye, he wanted to shrink from her glare of contempt, but couldn’t. Then pain exploded, Nobia was squeezing his right ball. The pain caused him to try to scream, it came out muffled underneath the pussy and ass of Letasha. Amazingly enough he was able to keep eye contact with Letasha. The pain worsened and he felt as if he might vomit, the squeezing, crushing, twisted was complete agony on his already beaten balls. Despite the pain, despite the lack of air, despite his body seeking some way out, he held the stare. He was memorized by the look of superiority, contempt, and disgust that he found in those eyes. It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, if that was true Fred thought, whatever Letasha saw in him disgusted her. “Die maggot,” she whispered. “Die, you pathetic wretch die, die, die, die.” Fred thought he would, Letasha meant for him to die at this point, she wasn’t going to get off, he wasn’t going to see his wife, his mind screamed in fear.
His vision was turning to dark, all he saw were her eyes boring into his soul. And then she simply smiled and got up. Oxygen was slow in coming to Fred, he was utterly surprised. Mi Linn had a look of surprise on her face. “Well, it seems our little slave can follow instructions. By the way Letasha, that was excellent, superb, you nailed it,” Mi Linn praised. Mi Linn raised her voice, “All right that’s a wrap people, your off for the rest of the day, I’ll take a look at the camera angles in the morning.” Looking down at Fred and then back at Letasha and Nobia, “He’s going to be spending the night with the guards, and you know how demanding they can be, give him a good lesson and proper pussy and ass worship.” Smiling at each other they turned to him. Fred could only whimper.
Lessons Part V
Nobia who hadn’t spoken much took charge. “All right, slave, you got me all excited.” She mounted him, and presented her shaved pussy to his face. “I want your tongue deep inside me, and I want it to stay there,” she commanded. Fred swallowed heavily, he never liked going down on a woman, and this woman was going to be very demanding. Worse he hadn’t eaten anything since his flight, and he was already emotionally and physically exhausted from his ordeal. “I’ll try lady.” She slapped his head. “No bitch, you don’t try, you will do it,” Nobia harshly responded. Determined not to be abused any more Fred quickly responded, “Yes Lady,” and got to work.
His tongue moved in, he thrust deep and swirled. “Yesss,” she purred. She grabbed his head and pushed him deeper into her. Her flesh pressed on his nose and he was beginning to have trouble breathing. Nobia was bouncing up and down, this let Fred breath a little. After only five minutes his tongue was getting tired, too much had happened today. Nobia felt his tongue start to slow from its frantic pace. “Letasha, our bitch is slowing.” Letasha nodded, and slapped Fred’s unprotected balls. Fred moaned and tried to renew his efforts. That seemed to satisfy Nobia who increased the tempo of her gyrations. She soon had her first orgasm. Fred gave his tired tongue a rest, but it only lasted a moment as Nobia caught her breath and just grunted, “again.”
Fred started his oral administrations again. Fred desperately wanted to satisfy this woman, he knew the consequences if he did not. So he strove to push his tongue in harder and harder. It was working, for now. She quickly started to bounce with great abandon, the back of his head being slammed against the hard wood table, but he focused on his task. Screaming in pleasure she pushed herself down on him, covering up his nose as well. Fred had hoped the smothering would be over after the video shoot, but like in many things he was wrong. He was out of oxygen he started struggling to get air, which only made Nobia more excited. Her hands pulled his head deeper into her. Fred was frantic, he needed air, Mi Linn wasn’t here she didn’t know that one of her actresses were about to suffocate him. The more he tried to move, the more Nobia writhed in pleasure and pulled him deeper. His lungs ached he saw light at the corners of his eyes and the sound of Nobia screaming filled his ears as he raced toward oblivion.
Fred awoke with pain in his cheek. Opening his eyes he saw Nobia’s hand arch down and slap the other side of his face painfully. “About time you woke up.” Nobia declared. Fred felt sticky wetness on his face, and he could smell her on him. Nobia scooted herself back up towards his face and said, “All right bitch, again.” Fred felt despair, his entire body ached, his tongue was numb and felt swollen, and he had not even started on Letasha! Knowing his fate if he refused, or even hesitated, he began thrusting his tongue into her again. Nobia used his face again. And again. And again. Fred lost track of how many times. He didn’t pass out again, but he almost wish he had. After what must have been the tenth time, Letasha got impatient. “All right my turn, quit hogging the slave,” she said.
Nobia got up and said, “I’ll bring our bitch here some food and water, I’ll want another go later.” Nobia dressed while Letasha mounted Fred’s face. Instead of presenting her pussy to his face, she presented her ass. Fred turned his head to the side right as she plopped down on him. She lifted herself up and glared down at Fred, “What the hell do you think your doing?” Fred mustered up what little courage he had. “Lady, please, I can’t stand licking the ass, I’ll do whatever you like, but please don’t make me do this.” Letasha looked at him, with a soft smile she said, “Oh poor Fred, we didn’t know you did not like that.” The smile turned wicked. “I’ll have you do it every day then.” Fred moaned “Noo please…” Letasha spat in his face. “Why don’t you learn? We hate men here. Your pain, discomfort, and torture delight us. I will be telling the guards to make sure you take good care of their ass holes, in fact I’ll let them know you can be used as human toilet paper.” Fred tried to shout out no, but Letasha sat full weight on his face. She punched his chest with more force then Fred thought a woman could muster. He howled in pain under her ass.
“LICK,” she shouted at him, and then punched his chest again. Fred swore he could feel his heart skip a beat. Realizing what a stupid fool he had been, he stuck his tongue up her ass and started licking. It was not too bad, she was clean, but it was still horribly humiliating and it brought back those horrible memories of when Mary his ex-wife had forced him to do this after she had taken a shit. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Fred thought to himself. If he had just kept his mouth shut and obeyed he wouldn’t be used as human toilet paper tonight. As Letasha moaned above him and he continued licking her sphincter, he knew he had learned his lesson. Never again would he ask for mercy, because these cruel bitches had none.
The Barracks Part VI
Letasha thankfully got all her smothering desires out during the shoot and instead just wanted thorough ass and pussy worship. Nobia came back with a tray of food, and had Fred make her cum one more time. Renewed by the prospect of food he actually did a fantastic job. Second wind and all that. When she was finished with him, she and Letasha unbound the restraints that held him to the table. Before him was bread, and what looked like beef stew. “Eat up bitch,” Nobia said. Apparently that was her favorite word for him, Fred thought. “You will need to keep up your strength, don’t expect any sleep tonight.” Fred was famished, he wolfed down his food, and it tasted great. Getting the taste of ass and pussy out of his mouth was the best part. He was escorted to a bathroom were he was able to relive himself. He looked in the mirror at himself. His face was red, his nose in particularly was raw. He look like he hadn’t slept in days.
“Hurry up slave.” Letasha’s voice called. Fred quickly hurried out of the bathroom. As soon as he came out, Letasha punched him hard in the stomach. He doubled over. Fred croaked out, “why?” Letasha just laughed, “No reason, I just felt like it.” Letasha said, “Follow me to the barracks, it is almost 8, your first shoot in the morning is at 9:00, with 20 guards in the barracks that doesn’t leave much time for your tongue to service them all. Fred gulped, how the hell was he suppose to service these women for twelve hours? That is impossible. Fred knew that he was going to be in for a night of horrible pain.
He glumly followed Letasha through the door and into the cold night air outside. They were going to another building apparently. Fred had a brief thought of escape, but quickly dismissed it, there was barb wire all along the fences. Going into the next building he saw the first room had several couches, two TVs, a pool table, and a large refrigerator. To the right and the left of the room were doors that just said sleeping quarters. There were two women watching TV. Both were slightly larger then the average woman, and both looked incredibly fit. As they watched him enter one of the guard stood up and said, “Ah Letasha you brought our little slave, I look forward to riding his face.” Letasha smiled and said, “Hey Jean, feel free to use him however you want, but be sure to make him lick your ass, he hates that. Make him be the only toilet paper for the entire barracks too.” Jean thanked Letasha, and Letasha waved back at Fred and said, “Have fun!”
Jean look at Fred and then started to scream at him, “What the FUCK do you think your doing standing up. Get on your fucking knees you stupid bitch.” Fred quickly sank to his knees and Jean slapped his face hard. “You will never stand in our presence you wormy little maggot.” He replied, “Yes Lady.” She slapped him again for good measure. She then snapped to where the other guard was sitting on the couch. “We both have had a long day, you will rub both of our feet.” Fred quickly obeyed, he lifted the guards foot and started to rub and kneaded them. They both ignored him except to kick him lightly in the face to rub the other foot. After about twenty minutes both guards had had enough pampering and were ready to show him to the other girls.
He was led to one of the sleeping quarters where three more guards were just waking up, Fred presumed they worked the night shift. One of the guards looked at Jean and said, “What’s a man doing here?” Jean said, “Little bitch boy here gave us some trouble, so he has to pleasure us tonight, and serve as our toilet paper, I wanted to catch you guys before you used the bathroom.” The guards face lit up at the prospect of abusing Fred that way. “Wonderful, and I need to take a shit this morning, my lucky day huh.” Fred felt bile rise in his throat. It was bad enough with Letasha, but she was clean. This time he would have to actually lick a dirty ass, essentially to lick her shit. Seeing the look of disgust on his face, the guard punched him right in the nose. Fred felt his nose break as he fell back. She yelled at him, “You ungrateful dog, I will make you beg to lick my ass, and you will thank me for each and every second you spend up my ass crack.”
Fred immediately tried to appease her, “I’m sorry Lady, please forgive me.” She stalked toward him, slamming her foot on his chest she said, “Beg for the privilege of licking my dirty ass.” Fred begged and this seem to satisfy her. She went to the restroom and said, “I’ll be back in five, have that tongue ready.” Fred’s nose throbbed with pain, he wondered how they would handle the face sitting parts in the film. Another guard approached and said, “We’ve got five minutes to kill, kiss my feet.” She sat at the edge of bunk, her feet dangling down. Fred knelt and began kissing her toes, and then her soles. “A man on his knees kissing my feet, I love that.” The third guard approached and said, “For me, it’s a man screaming beneath my feet that I love.” She gave a lusty look at Fred. At that moment the toilet flushed and the guard who had punched Fred came out.
“Girls hold him down, if he doesn’t lick with enthusiasm, give him some encouragement,” she said with a smile. Fred’s mind was screaming no, but he was determined to avoid more pain so he kept his face passive. The other guards and Jean held him down, he saw the guards ass descend on him. “Mouth open wide and your tongue out bitch,” she demanded. Fred did as she asked, she dropped down on his face hard, ass right on his tongue. He grunted, both from the weight and the horrible smell and taste that assaulted his senses. Fred licked up and down her shit hole. It tasted… well it tasted like shit! Rancid and foul, he barely was able to keep it down. “Get it nice and clean shit face,” she taunted him. Fred did just that, for ten minutes he cleaned her ass. When the guard felt like he had done enough she stood up and looked down. Jean laughed and said, “Look he’s got shit on his nose, hah!” “Brownnoser” All the guards laughed at him. Jean said, “Time for you to worship my pussy brownnoser, but first you need to get cleaned up, someone get a bucket of water and soap”
The guards returned with a bucket of water, soap had already been added and suds were at the top. The guards grabbed him, Jean held his head while two others held his arms. “Take a deep breath boy,” Jean warned. She then thrust his head into the water, and held it. For long moments Fred was held underwater. He started to struggle and panic but her grip on his hair and head were solid. He screamed underwater as one of the guards took the opportunity to kick him in his balls. Water filled his mouth and in panic he breathed through his nose, water entering his air passages. Jean hauled his head out of the water. He coughed and spluttered, barely getting a tiny breath of air before she thrust his head into the water again. It grew dark and Fred started to see stars, he needed air. Just then his head broke the water again, this time he got a good lung full of air before they thrust him into the bucket again.
Fred had been trying to guard his manhood but the women above him were spreading apart his legs. Another scream after another kick caused Fred to swallow more water. His poor abused balls had been attacked so often today he didn’t know ho much more they could physically take. After several more dips into the water and kicks to the groin they finally let him up and removed the bucket. “Ah, now don’t you feel better that your all clean now?” Jean taunted. They turned him over and Jean dropped her panties. The previous guard, Letasha and Nobia were all shaven. Jean though had a thick mat of hair. Jean sat down on his face and demanded he lick. Fred again took to the task with an effort to avoid more beatings. His nose hurt like hell as she bounced against it as he licked her to orgasm after orgasm.
After what seemed like forever a voice demanded, “Get off him already Jean I just took a big dump and need that tongue. With a grumble Jean got up and a massive woman came into view. She wasn’t muscular or fit like the others. She was all fat. Over two hundred pounds at least. Without preamble she dropped on him like a ton of bricks. He struggled to get his mouth in position to lick her ass. “Come on boy, I don’t have all day I have shit to do,” she said. Eventually he was able to get started on the job, but not before his nose had been rammed up her ass. After he had done this disgusting impossible duty again she heaved herself up. Jean looked down, “You have managed to get yourself dirty again…”
And so it went. He was drowned in the bucket again, he made all the guards cum and licked almost a dozen dirty ass holes. He was beaten for the hell of it, he was spit on, kicked and abused. For over ten hours he lived through hell. Fred focused on one thing. His beautiful wife, he would have her one more time. And then die a horrible death. But she would be provided for, she would think fondly of him, he was doing the best he could. When the night was finally over Fred’s torture was just beginning however. The guards were going to take him to the set. They were going to film an extremely brutal whipping film, that was going to push all sorts of boundaries. And Fred was going to be there unwilling star. Three guards had been chosen to administer the whipping non stop. They laughed as they marched the tired beaten body of Fred to the set. Taunting him, telling him how much they would enjoy flaying the skin and flesh from his body. They told him how they would cane his ass until the skin broke, how he would not be able to sit or lay down without horrible pain. Fred whimpered as they took him through the doors of the set.
Part VII – The first video
Fred entered the set, this time a stockade had been placed. Mi Linn was there and she had several video camera operators and a photographer. Mi Linn looked at him, “Had a good night?” Fred could only nod, Fred knew from last night he was not to complain, instead he had to thank them each time they beat him or forced him to lick a filthy ass. “Excellent, go ahead and put him in the stockade, we will take a few still shots with you three modeling next to him, and then we will start on the video,” Mi Linn explained. The guards locked him into the stockade, his hands and his head as usual, they also had a leg stockade that forced his legs to remain in the same position so he could not dodge any blow.
Mi Linn checked to make sure all of the cameras were at the proper angles and then said, “All of you know the script, well except Fred, but we thought it would be more realistic if you did not know what was coming.” Fred was no longer able to view behind him as the women took their instruments of torture from the wall. One of the guards came into view, she was holding a sturdy cane. Mi Linn cried, “Action!” The guard announced, “Here we have a prisoner, his crime was disrespect to women, he will have his punishment administered to him by whip, crop, and cane. He will not be released until the hour is over, and there will be no break in the punishment. Begin!”
The first of many lashes struck Fred’s back. It hurt. It hurt bad. A line of fire seemed to be drawn across his back. Soon another one joined it, and another. Fred cried at each blow. The blows came consistently, they crisscrossed his back until it felt like someone had a lit a fire on his back. Fred howled as each brutal blow slammed into him. Cutting into his flesh. The cameras clearly showed the bloody lines on his back. The guard who had announced his “sentence” said, “Too much screaming, I’ll have to shut you up.” With that she took off her panties and stuffed them in Fred’s mouth. Using some duct tape they sealed Fred’s mouth up. The whipping continued with barely a pause. This time Fred’s howls were muffled by the gag. “Ah much better,” she said. Fred was in agony, the whips knew no mercy, just constant burning pain overlapping pain.
After what seemed like an eternity to Fred, but was only 10 minutes, the whipping stopped. Fred was sobbing, even though the whipping had stopped it hurt like hell. The lead guard slapped his face. “Now it is time to move on to your caning. We will administer 100 strokes, and you will count them. Should you fail to do so, we will start over at 1.” She ripped the tape off his mouth and took out the panties. She presented her can to his face. “Kiss it slave.” Fred did so. She walked around to his backside. With all her strength she struck his ass with it. Fred yelped in pain. Before he could even say one a second one struck him, the other guard also had a cane and was on the other side. One of the guards moved to his front side and slapped his face hard several times. “Count for your masters slave!” Fred mewled pitifully and said, “Yes lady.”
They resumed the canning. Fred shouted out the correct numbers, though often times it was between howls and sobs of pain. Some how he managed to get to a hundred. Barely conscious, he felt as if his ass were run over by a truck. Fred tried to stay perfectly still, every slight movement brought fresh waves of agony. Fred lost track of the time, but the video was actually not even half over, so pain and surprise registered as a crop landed on his brutalized but. The strikes were painful, and the women targeted his most badly beaten parts. They struck his back, but, and thighs. Soon Fred was begging for them to stop, pleading with them. The guard pulled his head up, as far as it could in the stockade, and looked him in the eye. “Shut up dog. If you let out one more squeal we will give you another 100 strokes of the cane.” Fred shook his head, he wouldn’t be able to stop from crying out and they knew that. The attacks came again on his body and Fred did not have the ability to stop from crying out. “Well slave, I guess you like being beaten.” Fred begged “Please no more, oh god, have mercy, don’t do this no…”
All the guards laughed. They switched implements of torture and brought out there canes. They struck again on his already bruised ass. Somewhere around twenty five the skin broke and bleeding occurred. The guards took care to strike there several times, blood matted their canes. One took hers and went back around to the front. “It is dirty, you made it unclean with your filthy blood, suck it off.” Fred kept his mouth close. The guard jabbed his face with it, “Suck it or we will do 200.” Fred opened his mouth and the guard thrust the bloody cane into his mouth. Fred chocked on it, but eventually was able to suck the blood off the end of it. He felt the iron taste of blood in his mouth, he almost retched, but feared the consequences so much he swallowed it back down.
The canning was finally over. Fred didn’t think he would be able to sit again. Mi Linn shouted, “Cut! Great job ladies.” Fred slumped in relief that it was over. Mi Linn came over to Fred. “Rough shoot?” Fred nodded and said “Yes lady,” his throat raw from screaming it was barely above a whisper. Mi Linn grinned, “Well the shoot is over, but they looked like they were having so much fun with the whips and canes that I think I’ll give it a try too.” Fred shook his head no and moaned as Mi Linn took a whip off the wall.
Part VIII – Long Night
Mi Linn was very brutal, what made it worse was this wasn’t for the video. This was just sheer sadism, she just wanted him to scream. After she had her cruel fun Mi Linn ordered the guards to apply alcohol to his wounds. This not only hurt Fred, but made sure nothing got infected. Mi Linn wanted to make sure Fred would survive the week, before snuffing him out. Fred was released from his bondage. He collapsed on the ground. Mi Linn told the guards, “Take him to his sleeping quarters, be sure he gets some rest, we have three videos to do tomorrow.” Two guards approached him, “Slave get on all fours, why should we have to walk?” Fred was battered and exhausted, his back burned with pain, with a groan he wobbly got to his knees. Without hesitation both guards plopped down on his now scarred back. Fred let out a groan and almost collapsed but with a tremendous effort to of will he held his position. One of the guards slapped his head, “Move it.” Fred started to crawl, following the guards directions.
Fred’s sleeping quarters were simple. A cot, a small table, and a toilet. The guards led him into the room. “Before you go to sleep, we want to use you again,” one of the guards said. Fred got on the bed, and winced from the pain, he would be sleeping on his stomach tonight. But not yet. The guard took off her undergarments and mounted his face. Fred functioned like an automation, his tongue had long since gone numb, he did his best to ignore the sharp stinging pain in his back every time she bounced on his face. Soon she was climaxing, when she got up his face was sticky from her wetness. The other guard took a turn, sitting down on his nose with her ass he licked her until she was satisfied. They put on their clothes and then left him. Fred was exhausted, with no energy left he flopped on his stomach and fell asleep immediately.
Fred was running. Women were after him, he knew if they caught him they would kill him, slowly. He had to escape. He was so tired, he had been running for hours. And they were getting closer. He tripped over a rock. Sprawling on the ground he got up to find himself surrounded by women. Huge women closing in on him.
Fred woke with a scream, he wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep, but there was someone in the room with him. Letasha moved out of the shadows. “I can’t sleep either, I keep thinking about what will happen in one week’s time. It gets me so hot, I just need a release,” she said as she approached. Fred looked up at her weakly, “Please I need rest.” Letasha just advanced. “I don’t care I need your tongue in my pussy, now!”
She rolled him over, fresh pain rushed up to Fred’s brain as his still unhealed back touched the sheet. Letasha sat down on his chest, she grabbed his arms and pushed them behind his head and then scooted up. “If I can’t sleep, why the hell should you?” she told him. Fred had no choice but to begin servicing her. Letasha sighed with pleasure and said, “I’ll try to get some sleep, but I’ll stay in the room, if I get hot again you know what to do.” She looked around and spoke again, “Guess that means you will be sleeping on the floor.”
It was going to be a long night….
Part IX The Branding
Fred didn’t get much sleep that night. Letasha left right before the other guards came. Two guards came in, turning on the light. One said, “Wake up, you have had enough rest.” The guards pushed him down, they were going to ride him to the set. As soon as there backsides touched his back, Fred groaned with pain. Simply brushing his back against something hurt, but when two women dropped their full weight on him…
The guard slapped his head, “Shut up, or I will really give you something to complain about.”
Fred was taken to the set again. Nobia and Letasha were apparently going to be the stars of this film as well. Mi Linn approached Fred, her 4 inch heels clicking as she walked toward him, “In this video you will have our mark imprinted on your flesh with a burning hot brand.” Fred looked around in horror, they already had a hot red glowing brand warmed up for him. The guards dismounted off his backside, Mi Linn spoke up, “Kiss the guards feet, and thank them for bring you to us.” Fred’s aching joints and muscles cried out in relief after having their weight removed. He quickly rained kisses down on their boots. Mi Linn kicked him in his heavily bruised purpled ass. “I said their feet not their boots, idiot.” Fred’s eyes watered from the pain, the beating was so bad yesterday that even a light kick in his rear could cause unbearable pain.
Fred removed the first guard’s boots. Her dark feet flexed and Fred started kissing her feet, “Thank you for bringing me here lady, thank you, thank you.” The guard laughed and told Mi Linn, “Wow that is a change from just a couple of days ago when he thought he wouldn’t have to carry us!” Fred kissed and licked until she kicked him away, he did the same for the other guard. Mi Linn smiled, Fred was truly broken there wasn’t a hint of hesitation, just a desire to avoid further pain. It was a pity he would be dead at the end of the week, he would have made a good slave.
When Fred finished the second guards feet he was ordered to put their boots back on. One of them asked Mi Linn, “May we stay and watch, it isn’t everyday we see a man branded?” Mi Linn responded, “Of course just be sure to be quiet during the filming.”
Mi Linn looked down at Fred, “Crawl on your belly to the stocks, we will be using them again.” As Fred slithered across the floor he wondered how bad the pain would be. Surely it couldn’t be worse then what happened yesterday. The brand looked like a female supremacy icon he had seen before around the place. He shuddered to think of that glowing piece of metal touching him. Mi Linn calmly strode atop Fred’s scarred back with her sharp heels. Fred cried out. “Shush,” Mi Linn said as she stamped on his back to quiet him. She continued what she had been about to say, “I am sure you are all very excited about this film. We have only done one other branding film before, and that will be tame compared to this. We will brand both his ass cheeks, the cheeks on his face, two on the chest, and one right above his cock.”
Fred gaped in disbelief, he wasn’t going to be branded once, he was going to be branded seven times! The mix of camera operators, photographers, Nobia, Letasha, the guards all cheered. Mi Linn looked down at Fred, who was currently shaking his head slowly and moaning no over and over again, “You have no idea how much I am going to enjoy watching you suffer.” Stepping off him she said, “Put him in the stocks, we will brand his ass first, filming begins once he is in.” Letasha and Nobia easily lifted him off the ground and secured him in the stocks. His legs were also secured. Nobia raised the palm of her hand to his face. “Kiss the hand that will scar your flesh.” Fred kissed her hand. Nobia sneered, “Pathetic Bitch.” And then she slapped him. Mi Linn called out, “Action.” When she did Letasha begin to speak in a foreign language. Fred wasn’t sure what she was saying, but the cameras were all on her.
This went on for a minute and then Nobia walked over and picked up the brand. She walked behind Fred. Fred felt every muscle in his body tense up, he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. Nobia brought the brand next to his ass, inching it closer, Fred felt the heat of it, it wasn’t far away now. The brand solidly struck his flesh. Nerve endings rocketed the sensation of pain to his brain. Fred screamed. His body shook as he howled, the horrible pain lashing his mind, telling him to flee. But of course he was secured in the stocks so his body merely shook as his screams turned to wretched cries and sobs. Letasha came to the front and slapped him, then used her hands to shut his mouth. Fred still felt the pain keenly his screams now muffled by her hands. His body jerked, finally the pain subsided a little, it still sent messages of agony with every beat of his heart, but he could stop screaming.
Nobia walked over and grabbed another brand, this one now glowing hot as well. She held two fingers up and grinned sadistically at him. Fred struggled, he begged, “please no, don’t it hurts too much please, oh please,” his begging was cut off as Letasha removed her panties and shoved them in his mouth. She held them there with her hand as Nobia brought the other brand to his ass. Again she slowly brought the brand near him, he tried to lift his ass away from it, Fred’s eyes rolled around the room trying to find something, anything to take away the pain. The brand seared his flesh, a mirror opposite of the other side of his ass. Even with Letasha’s hand and her panties muffling his cries, everyone in the room heard them clearly.
Fred’s body again went through convulsions, mercifully for Fred, his brain had had enough and Fred blacked out. Mi Linn shouted, “Cut.” She walked forward, to Fred’s unconscious form, she lifted his head and slapped him a few times. “Take 10 everyone, he will wake up soon enough.” Letasha walked over to Nobia, “How was it? Scarring a man’s flesh like that?” Nobia responded, “Wonderful, that much power over someone, you will get your turn on his face, you will see, better even then sitting on mans face.”
Fred was woken up with some cold water. His first sensation was the twin burning pains of his but. Every muscle in his body was also sore from his struggles. He realized that they had another brand warmed up for him. His stomach knotted up and he retched what little he had in him over the floor. Mi Linn saw what happened and was infuriated, she stalked toward Fred. “I ought to make you lick that up off the floor you miserable wretch.” She kicked his unprotected balls. “Pathetic animal, I’ll have your manhood ripped off before your precious wife arrives, I would like to see you enjoy her company then.” Fred cried out, “No, please Lady, it is the only thing that keeps me sane, I’m sorry I couldn’t help it.” Mi Linn kicked his balls again, “She gestured at the guard, clean this up we need to continue the video.” The guard gave an evil glare at Fred but grabbed a mop and cleaned up the mess.
The video continued. Fred was branded four more times, and passed out twice. Mercifully (for once) after he passed out with the final brand in his gut, they let him sleep.