4 - another whipping

Brenda took her chance within a few days, to be caught in the fields and stripped naked under the sun and punished in front of the prisoners and guards. She let a guard see her clumsily trying to slip potatoes down the front of her smock and was instantly hauled up and out of the field and marched over to the chief guard, lounging against the truck in the shade of the only trees to be seen.

She felt horny from the moment she was hauled out of the field, and she could feel her clitoris growing harder as the chief guard buckled a thick, wide leather collar around her neck and secured it with a padlock. The whistle blew and Brenda stood collared and leashed as the other prisoners approached her. One of the guards came before her with a knife and slashed her smock down the front and across the shoulders and it fell around her feet.

Another guard grabbed her left wrist and snapped a cuff on it, then snapped a cuff on her right wrist, chaining her hands in front; Brenda couldn't help stroking the soft flesh of her labia, and one of the guards laughed at her and cracked a whip lightly across her shoulders.

As the other prisoners gathered around, Brenda was tugged by her leash toward the truck and ordered to sit down facing it. Guards grabbed her ankles and quickly tied ropes around them. Brenda fell back as the guards pulled the free ends of the ankle ropes toward the truck. For a moment she lay on her back in the dust, and then the guards pulled her, feet first, over the hood of the truck as they tied her ankle ropes to the window posts.

Brenda hung upside down over the front of the truck, with her legs spread wide and her pussy exposed prominently, bent open over the leading edge of the truck's hood, Her hands rested in the dry yellow dirt of the road as she watched the tallest and most muscular of the guards, a strong black woman, approach her with a thick, black riding crop in her hand. The guard stood tall and stong against the morning sun and Brenda's nipples ached with desire for the hot welt of leather across her skin.

The guard struck her, hard and swift, on her left thigh just above her knee, and then on her right thigh. "I'm gonna take my time," she laughed at Brenda. "We've heard about you, and I know you're gonna love it."

The guard laid another hard whip across each of Brenda's thighs, putting her shoulder into the stroke. Brenda's pussy ached and as the crop whipped her legs she tried to push her crotch toward the hot sharpness of the hard, black leather. True to her word, the guard took her time, whipping the crop across the inside of one leg, then waiting for Brenda to slow down her moaning and squirming, then whipping the other leg, creeping agonisingly slowly toward her crotch.

"Well, look at you!" exclaimed the guard. "Your pussy's opening up already" she said loudly for the benefit of the crowd. The guards laughed and yelled obscenities. Brenda bent her knees and arched her back, pushing her pussy higher and spreading her legs. "You want it bad, don't you?" laughed the guard delivering another stinging hot lash to each of her thighs.

Brenda's bladder let go and a streaming arc of urine burst forth, splashing on her arms stretched above her head and, as the pressure eased, her face and chest. The hot liquid was oddly refreshing and made her feel even more of a wanton slut. Again, the guards laughed and made comments, as did some of the prisoners.

The crop struck her thighs again, and again, creeping slowly toward her moist pussy, aching for an orgasmic release. The sharp, hot strikes on her soft thighs raised her sexual temperature and her pussy leaked in response - Brenda felt the dampness of her pussy juices leaking and trickling down over her belly. The crop struck her upper thighs and she thrust her hips forward, desperate to feel the hard slash against the horny heat of her aching sexuality.

Smack! Crack! The crop whipped her thighs within millimetres of the soft flesh of her vulva. The pumping surge of sexuality was almost more than she could bear and she thrust her hips forward again, desperate to feel that hot slash, and it struck her once, twice, across the very tops of her thighs and then once, twice, again, on her labia. Unable to help herself, she screamed for more and felt the blessed heat of the crop slap hard upon the very centre of her clitoris, and she moaned and screamed and pumped her hips forward in an orgasmic frenzy amid the dust and heat of the road, her buttocks slapping against the truck and her cries disappearing into the empty space of the dry, hot fields.

The guard laid the crop across each of her breasts, and then the other prisoners were herded back to their labour in the fields. The ropes around Brenda's ankles were untied and she slumped back onto the dirt road. A guard grabbed the rope that tied her wrists and hauled her to her feet. Another guard reached inside the cab of the truck and retrieved a thick, knobbed length of polished wood on a solid, square base and stood it on the road. Brenda was hauled, willingly, toward it and the guard ordered her to kneel down over the fat, wooden dildo. Brenda did so and gratefully slipped her gaping pussy over the dildo.

Again, the guards laughed as they watched her eagerly take the dildo inside her. Brenda placed her hands on the ground and instinctively began to pump herself up and down upon the thick, hard wood. As she lost herself in the passion of the phallus pumping deep inside her cunt, the guards watched her and laughed and promised her that she would see them again, and very soon.