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Black Runaway Slave's Punishment
by Z-Gar (tunoligist@aol.com)
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A young black slave runs from a tobacco plantation in
the heat of the deep south and is caught for the second
time. His outraged, white female master and overseer
sets upon the task of severely punishing him herself.
intent on making an example of the slave, he is bound
naked before the entire plantation and is forced to
suffer the agony of having his penis whipped. (Fm, exh,
intr, v, tor, mutilation)
***
On an old southern Mississippi Tobacco plantation, in
the boundless heat of mid August 1843, a young black
headstrong slave known simply as Juba, fretted in
fearful anticipation as he hung arm and limb from an
old Oak tree. He had been stripped stark naked and was
bound faced out with his wrist and feet tied tightly
behind him about the dead Oak, leaving him suspended
off of the ground. Every inch of his dark, sweat
drenched body spasming nervously.
Before him stood a young curvaceous white woman welding
a short braided leather bull whip with tiny leaded
beads fastened at the tip. The woman was Olivia
Buckley, Owner and master of the plantation. Olivia's
husband had died of cancer a few years earlier, leaving
her to solely undertake the business of running the
plantation and the overseeing of its slaves.
Olivia had taken on the duties of being a plantation
owner with a staunch, stern firmness. Including the
handling and when needed, the punishing of the slaves.
Juba was a runaway who had been caught and returned to
her now twice for the same offense. Enraged by his bold
disobedience to her station and authority, Olivia
herself set upon the task of administering the
punishment to the errant slave.
Olivia cracked the whip in the air just in front of
Juba, gaining a measure of control over the use of the
instrument before the actual punishment began. Each
nerve wracking fire cracker snap causing his completely
bare and tightly bound frame to spasm violently, and in
so doing, also causing his heavily veined,
disproportionately large penis to swing about before
him uncontrollably.
Olivia focused intently on the muscular slave's
massive, bouncing maleness, as it was this amply
fleshed portion of Juba's anatomy that she intended to
target the brunt of the punishment. Olivia had seen
many male slaves being punished before. She'd seen them
stripped naked, bound tight and whipped mercilessly.
She would watch intently as the naked slave was sent
wincing, spasming and convulsing from the bite of the
lash.
She would watch on even more intently as their big
black penises would dance and swing up, down, and all
about with each violent jerking spasm of the slave's
body, and then ever so often she would see the whip
actually catch and bite into a slave's swirling penis,
and the agony displayed once this had happened, was an
awesome thing to behold indeed.
At least so it was for Olivia who learned from what she
had witnessed that the sure way to cause a man the most
pain possible, was through his genitals, and now
because of the magnitude of his transgressions against
her fragile feminine authority, Juba was going to be
punished in this very fashion. Olivia had never whipped
a man's naked penis before, but Juba's monstrous cock
was surely going to be her first.
Juba's penis represented every thing that Olivia hated
and had so bitterly been forced to endure from most of
the men in her life. Including her abusive, male
chauvinist husband who would oft times forced her to
bare and present her own ass for a violent strapping
whenever the mood suited him.
His penis stood as a symbolization of every man who had
ever looked upon her femininity as a blatant form of
weakness. From every man who ever belittled and laughed
at her, from all the ones who ever scoffed at her and
or counted her as nothing. Juba's penis represented all
of this and so much more. And so it was that Juba was
to be punished as Olivia felt all men who scorn and
scoff at women should be punished. Olivia intended to
whip Juba's big dick till it hung between his thighs
like a raw, skinned snake. Whipped until she felt that
the debt owed to all the men that had wronged her, had
been fully paid.
Olivia had taken enough practice swings with the bull
whip to foster enough confidence to assure herself that
she wouldn't miss striking her intended target very
often; no matter how much it swung, bounced and twirled
about. This coupled simply with the stark enormity of
her target encouraged her all the more.
Ready at last to begin the punishment, Olivia being
right handed, stood just a bit to Juba's front left
side, and then she let out the short length of whip
channeling all of her attention to Juba's quivering
black penis. Huge torrents of cold sweat poured in
rivulets down the body of the panicked naked slave.
Dripping down the solid slopes of his massive
pectorals, and down through the rock hard corded
network of his stomach muscles, and then finally
coursing down the length of his club like maleness
which protruded lewdly out from his loins as if it were
inviting the bite of the lash itself. All of the slaves
had been ordered to gather forth to fully witness the
severity of Juba's punishment. All were there from all
ages, Men and women and even all the boys and girls.
All nervously focused on Juba's naked penis, and on
their angry white female master uncoiling the whip in
front of him.
Olivia now pulled the whip far behind her, tightening
her grip on the butt of it, then with all of her might
she hurled the lash down at Juba's loins, and a
sickening crack resounded loudly throughout the hush of
the shocked on looking crowd of slaves as the whip
struck with deadly force, sending Juba's penis smacking
harshly out against his right thigh.
Juba hissed out in utter horror and agony. Sheer pain
such as this, the slave had not known could ever be
possible. It felt to Juba as if his penis had been
sliced in half, but it had not as it slowly swung back
into its normal position between his splayed thighs.
A thick purple weal now clearly embossed diagonally
across the full length of his burning penis, from the
head of his cock to his balls. Annoyance now was teamed
with Olivia's anger, as it seemed that Juba had some
how managed to suppress his wails of anguish from the
lash.
"Very well." thought Olivia as she firmly reset her
self standing wide legged before the stark naked Juba.
She would soon see just how much shear punishment
Juba's giant black dick could bear before he would
scream out in misery from the blinding pain.
Olivia licked her lips and readied for the next lash.
With her teeth grit as she strained, and with all her
might, she swung the whip harshly across the head of
the huge dick, sending it smacking sickeningly hard up
against Juba's wet belly, causing the sweat to splat
out from the impact. Juba had been pitched into a black
hellish pit of pain, as he spewed out a spit gargled
hiss of raw agony, yet still, some how, was he able to
hold in any outward guttural cries of torment.
Olivia patiently waited for Juba's penis to slow form
its furious swinging and bobbing, and then she arced
another wicked lash at Juba's naked dick, this time
sending the tip of the whip coiling nastily around the
girthy shaft, cutting into the penis nastily. With his
resolve completely destroyed, Juba howled out as if he
were being skinned alive, and in truth part of him
actually was.
Juba's penis felt as if it had dipped in lava, and he
knew from right then and from there, that he was not
man enough nor had he any chance of dealing with the
severity of the punishment he would be forced to bear.
Olivia finally content on receiving the kind of
response that she was looking for continued the
whipping in earnest now. Juba wailed liked a tortured
animal as his swollen and lacerated penis flew and
snapped harshly from the relentless lash of the bull
whip.
Olivia took her own good time as she learned to catch
Juba's penis in mid swing with the lash and mastered
the timing of the way his cock would swing in its
orbit. She could send his big dick swinging in one
direction with one lash and then send it instantly
swinging in the other with the next. She was in
complete control of Juba's thickly weald dick, as the
punishment cruelly continued.
The crowd of gathered slaves became deeply concerned
for Juba, horrified now over the length and severity of
his punishment. Some of the older female slaves wrung
their hands in fretful anxiety as they looked on
helplessly, watching Juba's grossly swollen dick and
balls continue to snap to and fro from the bite if the
whip.
Juba's wails soon now began to weaken, as Olivia
continued to feverously whip his dick into raw pulp,
relentlessly sending his penis flying about in all
directions with each lash. Juba weakly called out to
Olivia in a desperate plea for just a slight measure of
mercy, but Olivia continued to apply the whip to his
swollen and bleeding cock with out restraint.
Juba's vision began to blur as his head began to hang
now. His strength seeping fleetingly from his spent
tortured body. Then at last with the laser like burning
torture in his penis raging beyond the limits of human
endurance, Juba finally slipped into the pitch black
sanctuary of merciful unconsciousness. At last the
whipping had come to an end.
Juba's lambasted penis hung heavy and quivering from
his loins like some bloody road killed animal, strung
up and displayed in a butchers store front window.
Olivia had proven that though enormous, and fleetingly
mobile, Juba's naked dick was by no means a match for
her bull whip. The racing pulses of the on looking
slaves finally began to settle back to normal. The
flogging of Juba's penis had been horribly severe. The
older ones thanked the stars that at last the torture
of the whip had ended, but unfortunately for Juba...
not the punishment.
With the second dousing of ice cold water from the well
splashing into his face, Juba, coughing and choking
finally began to slowly come back into consciousness.
As he groggily regained his senses, He could tell that
he was still stark naked and was still bound to the
tree.
His still fully exposed penis yet burned and ached in
agony as it heavily hung beaten, raw, and helpless from
between his thighs. He was aware of a couple of male
slaves positioning a wedge of wood in front of him. The
wedge was placed so close in fact that his penis was
actually laying stretched out on top of it. Looking up
he now saw Olivia walking up to him.
She was still wearing the same sweat drenched work
shirt, and the same khaki knee pants. Her pretty calves
and feet were still bare. Her blond hair still tied in
a pony-tail, but now she no longer welded the cruel
short length of bull whip in her hand.
Olivia came up very close to the naked Juba, looking
down at his grossly swollen penis stretched out over
the old splintery wedge of wood. Then she slowly looked
up from Juba's penis into his eyes and calmly spoke
this to him. "How many times have you run from this
plantation you bastard?"
Juba looked into the calm, but serious blue eyes of his
female master and fell dumb founded for words. "Answer
me nigger or I'll put the whip to your black dick again
until you beg me for death."
"It was two times missy ma'am. It was only two times is
all it evah wuz. Pleeze don't whups ma dick no mo missy
ma'am pleeeze."
Olivia just kept looking fleetingly between Juba's eyes
and then to his big black cock over and over again.
"Two times you say? Well now you listen to me real good
bastard. I'm going to make sure that you never again
forget that number EVER!"
It was then that Juba noticed the metal hammer that
Olivia was holding, then she ordered one of the slaves
assisting her to bring her two long nails from the
barn.
Juba nearly turned white as the nails were brought to
her.
"Ohh no missy ma'am pleeeeeze not that. Don't does that
to me Pleeze haz mucy on my po flesh pleeeeeze." But
Juba's pleas fell on deaf ears as Olivia slowly
positioned the first nail over the head of his dick,
centering it at its fleshiest point, then Juba watched
in abject horror as she raised the hammer high over her
head.
Hesitating for only a moment, she then with sickening
precision, brought the hammer swinging down striking
the head of the nail hard and sending it piercing
completely through the fleshy head of Juba's cock and
deep into the rough wood below it. Juba was unable to
deal with this level of pain as he nearly broke his
back with the recoil of his agonized spasms. He could
only howl out pathetically like a wolf seared
hopelessly in inescapable flames.
Spittle and foam spewed from his trembling lips as
Olivia with out pause continued to hammer the nail all
the way down through his penis and into the wood until
the flat nail head pressed down flat into Juba's cock.
As soon as this was done she positioned the next nail
just behind the head of Juba's dick and then slowly and
just as methodically as she had done with the first,
she repeated the exact same procedure.
Juba was in total pain hell as the intense anguish
coursed non stop and with out let up through out his
entire skewered maleness. His punishment had been
unmercifully severe. His penis had been completely
devastated.
"You wanted mercy nigger? Well there's your mercy. You
ran away twice. So you will hang there with your dick
nailed to that wood for the next two days. Lets see you
run away now bastard."
Satisfied with her efforts, Olivia tugged on the head
of Juba's spiked penis, satisfied with the secureness
of the nailing and then after giving his cock one last
squeeze and a pat, she left him there on display naked
and exposed to ponder his ways as he suffered miserably
for the next two days.
Z-Gar
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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