3 - a whipping in the field - a night with the Top Dog

Brenda soon found herself working in the hot dusty fields, bringing in the latest potato crop. The prisoners were roused at dawn, given breakfast in the trucks on the way to the fields where they worked until near dusk. They had a short break for lunch, and were fed again upon their return to the compund. The evenings were an orgy of sexual debauchery as the women sought relief in the only manner allowed to them.

A sharp blast on a whistle caught the attention of the women working in the potato field. One of the women had been caught trying to hide potatoes inside her prison smock. The other prisoners were ordered over to the truck where the guards would administer suitable punishment.

Brenda walked barefoot over the dry fields, the sweat trickling down between her breasts. The woman who had stolen the potatoes was standing with the guards in front of the truck. When the other prisoners were assembled and watching, the chief guard ordered her to remove her smock. She did so. She was of medium height, red haired and full of figure. The chief guard then handed her a dog collar and ordered the prisoner to strap it around her neck tightly. She did this while the guard held the end of the chain attached to the collar.

The chief guard ordered the prisoner to get down on her hands and knees and lick the guards' boots clean. Brenda watched the prisoner lick the chief guard's boots, her bottom high, her face down low, her breasts in the dust of the road, her tongue anxiously licking the leather boots. When she had finished licking one boot, the chief guard jerked on the chain and ordered the woman to her feet.

Two guards tied ropes around her wrists then pulled her toward the bonnet of the truck. One guard went to each side of the truck and pulled on the ropes, hauling the prisoner onto the truck until her hips were at the edge of the bonnet and her feet off the ground. The ropes were tied around the windowposts of the truck's doors. The guards then tied ropes around her ankles and to the ends of the bumper bar, spreading her legs wide apart.

Brenda tugged at her smock, causing the rough cloth to rub against her hard, erect nipples. She imagined the feeling of the prisoner's breasts, pressed against the hot steel of the truck, the feeling of her pussy being open and on display to the guards and the prisoners, the helplessness and the erotic tension of being tied to the truck, awaiting the hot lash to her buttocks. Brenda looked at the ropes securing the prisoner to the truck and the faces of the expectant audience and felt her own pussy growing hot and damp.

One of the guards unrolled a long leather strap. One end was shaped to fit a hand, the other end sectioned for greater noise and impact. Holding the strap in her left hand, the guard swung her right arm around, back and forth, limbering and loosening up. She then took a firm hold of the strap, took a few practice swings then stepped forward and swung her arm hard and high, laying the strap into the prisoner's buttocks with a loud crack. The bound and naked prisoner cried out and squirmed against her bonds while the other women jumped with surprise.

The guard began to strike the bound prisoner with a slow, steady rhythm, across her buttocks and thighs, while she squirmed and moaned and pleaded. Brenda watched her buttocks turning from white to pink to red and tugged at her smock in order to stimulate her nipples. She felt fingers stroking her inner thighs from behind and the Top Dog whispered in her ear:

"You're enjoying this show, aren't you?"

Brenda leaned back against the Top Dog and spread her legs to allow the fingers fondling her buttocks to explore further. She watched and loved the woman tied across the bonnet of the truck as the strap struck her buttocks again and again.

"You wish it was you up there, don't you?" whispered the Top Dog in her ear, as two fingers penetrated her vagina. "Wouldn't you love to be the one with her legs spread wide, her cunt on display and her bottom whipped red and hot?" The Top Dog continued to tease Brenda and, as the whipping ended, her fingers slipped out of her pussy, squeezed her buttocks, and she whispered in Brenda's ear "We'll finish this tonight..."

It was dark in the messhall, so late at night, and the Top Dog sat on the edge of a bench, her legs spread wide and her pussy open. Brenda knelt before her, with her hands tied behind her - she had kissed the Top Dog deeply on her mouth, licked her neck and her full breasts, sucked her nipples, kissed her stomach and now licked her labia, searching for her clitoris - while the Top Dog told her of her own erotic experiences in the prison farm. Her stories of hard sexual discipline made Brenda so horny that her pussy began to leak and she plunged her face eagerly into the strong woman's pussy and rubbed her tongue against a hard clitoris as big as the tip of her finger, even as the Top Dog grabbed her head, holding it against her pussy and clamping her legs against it.

She came hard, pumping her face against Brenda's desperate tongue, as she told the story of her first whipping. Brenda craved sexual heat, even as her tied hands wanted so much to plunge into her own pussy and squeeze her clitoris to a longed-for orgasm. The Top Dog lifted her to her feet and bent her over the table.

"I'm gonna show you something now, you hot little slut" she threatened as she thrust three, then four fingers into Brenda's aching pussy. She bent her knees, spread her legs and pushed back against the muscular arm pumping into her.

"Spank me" whispered Brenda.

"What's that? Louder!"

"Spank me" screamed Brenda. "Spank me, spank me hard and fuck me!"

The Top Dog spanked Brenda across her buttocks and hips and pumped her fist into Brenda's pussy and pushed her knuckles through the gaping vagina and began to fuck Brenda with her whole arm, pushing deep inside, making Brenda cry out and beg for more fucking, more spanking and she came with brutal intensity, shrieking out an hallucinatory orgasm that echoed across the long wooden mess hall.