by Sophie Sin
They all screamed out in surprise and started for the door.
She sent chains along all the doors and windows and they turned to her in fear.
It was almost a dream situation. She rarely had men behave this way, so fearful and beautifully scared. Minny was in heaven.
The men shuffled forward meekly. She almost let them go with this behavior, but that would be against her values or the hunger in her stomach, which required a good amount of cum to be satisfied.
She strode to the middle of the room and admired their firm hard bodies with chocolate brown skin and hard muscles that showed how hard they had worked to chisel themselves into athleticism.
She spread her legs wide and slowly brought her fingers down from her breasts all the way down to her crotch. Playing around in that area, she wiggled her hips and rotated her fingers on her clit for them.
Some of them looked confused and started to jerk off, watching her play with herself.
"No!" she screamed, enraged.
As a one their hands stopped moving and they looked at her in fear.
"If you touch yourselves, I will have to punish you even harder for your dirty crimes."
Every single one of them, including the one that summoned her, reached down and started to jerk off vigorously.
She shook her head in anger. Why couldn't humans understand that when a beautiful sexy woman who was threatening to punish them stood in front of them that the proper reaction was to fall their knees in fear?
She chained them to the wall and brought five of them forward with harsh slapping batons of light.
"Kneel!" She said as the batons increased their pace and the men cried out in joy and agony.
They came to their knees and she continued to paddle them to remind them of what bad boys they had been.
She brought one hand forward and summoned one forward with a hard paddling to crawl to her pussy.
"A sickening man like you needs to learn to treat a woman with proper respect.”
She created little hands of light to gently tickle the other men’s balls as they touched themselves.
She wrapped her long slim fingers around the head of man in front of her, digging into his skin slightly with her fingernails.
“Worship me.”
She brought his head forward and pushed his mouth into her snatch, giving him a taste of her rich warm sweet juices.
His body went limp as he tasted that exotic and perfect flavor beyond anything that any human could hope to reproduce.
He started to lick away like a kitten licking at its milk. She enjoyed the sensation, but it was not enough to satisfy her and so she called two others forward.
She directed one to her rear and he eagerly tasted the chocolate of her dirty little ring. The other one was forced in next to his friend and their tongues rolled around together to make her vagina slippery wet and slick.
The one at the back forced his tongue inside of her asshole and rolled it around. She cried out in pleasure as he found her favorite spot, just up inside and to the right.
Having found her weakness, he quickly exploited it and she was soon rotating her hips firmly on the two in front using them as her own personal fuck toys.
She came viciously on their faces and they fell back with a shocked look in their eyes as the beautiful, rich flavor of heaven flowed down into the mouths and made them send their hands out to ensure that not a single drop was wasted of her beautiful pussy juice.
The one behind became over-eager and pressed his huge dick to her opening.
She decided that as he was obviously a filthy man of the highest order that he would be the ideal one to have the most wicked and villainous of defilement: Her sweet little asshole.
He started to bang into her hard as her two playthings ejaculated on the floor and slumped down.
She brought another forward with her paddles and forced him to push his penis into her. He came in quickly and she nodded in respect at his eagerness to be a proper man and avoid more punishment for his sin through his thrusting worship.
She brought her lips down to passionately kiss him. He had the skills of a man of filth and she enjoyed every single moment of their passionate lip embrace.
They set to jack hammering her pussy and ass as she set the paddles to full steam. They slammed into her in time with the sound of the paddles spanking them at full speed and she knew that they were feeling the absolute redness that her vicious spell was creating on their sensitive butts.
She kept up the torture so that they would not slack off in their treatment. Woman liked hard sex with piston like motion. They must learn their place and purpose in the cycle of sex that was proper male/female relations.
They reached new levels of sexual perversity as their thumping became such that she nearly swooned in absolute pleasure.
Seconds later, the two of them fell down to the floor with cum spraying in all directions like twin fountains.
She looked at them rolling in heavenly bliss and confirmed that they were weaklings and deserved only defilement.
Her vagina clenched, watching them screaming in happiness and she used one of their faces as a dildo to bring herself to a milky orgasm that sprayed him, drenching him fully and putting a look of sheer wonder on his face.
She grabbed the summoner and violently milked his penis. He tensed much too soon and she layed off to grab an unused silver bowl from the table in the corner.
They all watched wide-eyed as she squatted down and pushed the cum out of her vagina and asshole into the small bowl beneath her.
She brought it up to her lips and drunk the slightly dirty brown liquid down until there was nothing left and the bowl was clean. She licked the bowl completely clean and then looked directly at the men who were held in various positions around the room.
She released them from their chains and beckoned them forward.
"I will eat your cocks for your filthy behavior."
They looked at each other in concern and she smiled in happiness as they started to shift about.
She took hold of one, who had only been able to watch, not touch, and forced his penis into her mouth as far as it would go.
She started to gobble on his cock, bringing her head back and forward and enjoying the feeling of her blond locks slapping against her face as filthy slurping sounds spewed from her mouth and his throbbing penis – unable to handle any further punishment – sent forth a mighty stream of cum into her mouth and down her tits.
She bent down and held up the bowl to the men as they stood above her. They understood her desire and they brought their penises down to aim the eyes of their cocks at the small bowl held in her hands. With mighty cries of pleasure, one after another, they unloaded into the bowl.
She hardened them again quickly before jerking them off as hard as she could, using all of her special techniques to make them cum.
She rolled their penises around and around and then jerked them forward towards her as they started to tense up and she was able to enjoy the sight of their firm abdominals becoming rock hard as the organs inside prepared for her filthy food to be delivered to her.
They twitched slightly and their penises let forth another arcing stream of sticky white juice all over her stomach, which rolled down to her wet and well used snatch and then into the bowl that was getting sticky and dirty by their naughty use
She secured lined them up against the wall and then used her hand to clean off the man juice from her defiled stomach.
A little bit caught in her pussy hair and she had to put in a serious effort to get it to drop down into the bowl.
She brought her fingers to her mouth and ensured that not a drop was wasted before looking at the final two cocks waiting in front of her.
She brought both of them to the opening of her small mouth and smiled with her lush lips at the two men, whose eyes were wide with wonder at having the opportunity to meet with such incredible specimen of womanly beauty.
She knew how th
ey were feeling. They were likely feeling guilty for their sins and bad behavior, no doubt reviewing their bullying ways towards women.
For Minny, it was the perfect punishment and she felt excited knowing that she was training these men to become proper husbands for their partners at home. She firmly doubted that they would be summoning any more demons for any purpose whatsoever after this.
"You two are too filthy for me,” she said, “Look at you! I'm going to have to take both of your cocks in my mouth to insure that you are both properly trained.”
She slapped them each hard on the cheek.
“You understand I am only doing this because you have been very bad boys.".
One of them cried out in joy and the other begged her to marry him and have his children.
She shook her head and then opened her mouth wide to take the 12 inch monsters deep down her throat. It was an effort for her. She was used to large cocks and always went for the 12 inch model that seem to be the limit for most men. She reached out and stretched them so far that the skin was red enough to indicate that they were at their breaking points.
From there, she began to insert them inside her mouth, bringing her head back all the way to the tip of their dicks and then descending to take half of each of those 12 inches monsters deep into her mouth
She relished the taste of hard cock in her mouth and could feel her groin building up pleasure in excitement at the guilty delights that would soon flow from their fuck sticks.
She brought one hand out to clasp one man by the balls and rotate them around as she fingered her snatch violently with all five fingers of her other hand.
She came as they came and cum flowed deep down her throat.
The floor was wet with her juices and her throat was coated with their sticky juice.
She continued to suck them until their cocks became flaccid in her mouth and were no longer of any use to her.
She sent these two back to their places on the wall to be chained them and looked down at the nice little puddle she had created in the bowl. She realized that she must have squirted a little bit of her own mix into their sordid white cum when she was playing with herself. She smiled and enjoyment, knowing that this load would be sweetened with her own wonderful taste.
Their eyes were wide as she brought the silver bowl up to her mouth and sucked up the cum like a vacuum cleaner set to high suction.
Three of them cheered and the others stood watching with their mouths wide open in shock at the filth madness that was happening in front of them.
She knew that she would enjoy remembering their fearful faces as she drunk their juice her mind immediately changing the image that she was seeing to one of absolute wickedness.
The requests from the one who wanted her to marry him disappeared and the man crying that he was finely complete, in her mind, screamed for his lost innocence.
It was the perfect scene. In her mind, she saw unhappy men, broken, weary and saddened by their behavior. They knew that they had deserved their punishment and knew there was no forgiveness for their vile crimes.
The memory set in place and she grinned to herself as she stood up and threw the bowl down to loudly clang against the floor.
She disappeared from the room and left them to collapse as her spells disappeared. They would keep their huge penises as punishment for their sins, but she hoped that they would not forget the lesson that they had learnt today. It was important for boys to understand that punishment was bad and that men should be good to women in every single way that women desired. Men were there to be used as slaves and occasionally as sex tools when women required them to be.
She smiled. Any misbehavior would bring her back to firmly reeducate them in the appropriate ways of proper men. That was Minny’s self appointed job and one that she would take great pleasure in until the day that she perished.
Lost In Africa: Found By A Black Man
This is the first short story in this series. It is followed by Lost In Amsterdam.
Lost On The Safari
Sarah Johnson, 25, young and foolish adventurer, lost on the plains of Africa
I should NEVER have left the group. It was foolish of me. I could have...
CRACK!
Oh dear Lord! It's getting closer!
There is rustling sound from whatever it is that is moving through the dry grass in the deeper darkness that surrounds me beyond the edges of my vision.
I throw my head left.
Then right.
Where is it? Or more importantly: What is it?
The creature is slow, lumbering, muscular and reveals little of what it is to my ears or eyes.
My mind starts playing games with me in those moments as I stand dead stiff in the heat of the night. This is lion territory – I know that from the safari I was on before getting lost. What is out there is most likely one of the large majestic cats that looked oh-so-gorgeous from a distance behind the range finder of my camera, but when being stalked by one are the personification of lurking terror.
For the first time in what feels like minutes my feet scratch along the dirt as I slide towards the large shape of what is probably a tree about 20 feet away. Each movement causes the faintest swirl of dust to push up from below. This is tickling my nose and urging me to sneeze, but I won't let myself give myself away like that – I must not!
With hands over my nose and mouth and feet moving slowly I take another step.
CRACK!
I gasp into the sweaty coating of my hands. That was closer. It was much louder, much more confident. The beast must be readying to pounce.
I up my pace. The grass at my feet itches against the exposed skin of my ankles. Silly girl that I was, I thought that safari shorts and light brown shirt would be clothing enough for a brief stroll beyond the limits of the camp that our guides set out for us. Already I've been bitten several times by bugs of various kinds and my long shapely legs are aching from the treatment.
There is a faint scratching to my right and a animal snort. I have made too little distance since those first early seconds after I heard the first light clap of something on the ground nearby. I desperately wish to move faster, to be faster, but I can't seem to get up the nerve to push myself into a run.
Heart beating out of my chest, sweat covering my body in a water-like sheaf and eyes searching my surroundings in fearful hope that the thing is not too close now, I keep moving. Sliding, sliding, sliding, that becomes my life. I count the seconds in my mind: 30, 45, 60. It hasn't caught up yet. Why?
That's when it does.
All I get before I scream and run is a glimpse of a small dog like animal with its tongue laid out wide across it's bloody jaw. I instantly recognize it for what it is. Things are worse than I thought. What is racing after me is a hyena and, from what the guide told me earlier, they always hunt in packs.
My arms pump at my sides; my feet pound the dirt below. I'm choking on the dust that each footstep throws up. That tree seems too far and, unfortunately, in the end, it is.
One glimpse over my shoulder is enough to reveal the creature running at high speed. It's legs kick out and it's tongue lolls left and right as it hurtles towards me. You never understand how fast some of these creatures are until they are chasing you. This one is faster than anything I have ever seen. With every footstep I take it gets closer. Closer, closer, closer, until...
Something twangs out of the darkness.
I trip.
I fall.
My hands come down and desperately push into the ground to throw my body over and out of the creature's path.
The beast is in mid-air. It's jaws wide open. Hungry saliva is spraying from it's jaw.
Then it falls.
Then it lies still.
Then I lie still.
I stare into its confused blinking eyes. Buried between its ribs is an arrow. One made of wood and feather.
A hand grabs me by the hair. I am dragged backwards.
The nerves in my
scalp scream for mercy. I fight. I fight and I lose.
After that the darkness enfolds me and I am gone. Someone, somehow, has saved me and they are not of the mercifully kind. They are the type to drag a woman out into the great dark plains and possibly have their way with her without a second thought to the barbaric nature of it.
How is this going to end for me? That's the only question on my mind right now.
Home of A Black Man
He stirs the big boiling pot of brownish stank vegetables and reddened fresh meat. The man says nothing.
My captor is black in coloring. Before coming here I had only seen them as servants in the homes of wealthy families such as my own, but never wild, never this close and with me so vulnerable.
“Can you, ah, please, untie me?”
The snort that exits his lips is non-committal. I think that the man understands English, but I am not 100% sure.
My eyes trail to the knife that he is using to chop and trim the shrunken vegetables he intends to eat. It is the perfect descriptive device to express my fears. The handle is made of wood and obviously cut from some larger tree on the plains. There is a small rounded knoll on the upper end which the carver has left in place to torture those that dare use it. Above it is the blade. It is gray unfashioned steel and poorly cast. The edge has chip after chip in it and the tip has been snapped off at some point. This and the fact that the handle is slick with blood from the hyena that the man butchered in front of my eyes only minutes ago tells of my fate.
“Do you eat people?” I voice out loud suddenly.
He puts the knife down and turns to me. The man is tall, slim and scarred. He wears nothing but a loin cloth and some make-shift footwear. His expression is not pleased.
“Stupid woman,” he growls out in an accent that is strong enough to make his words near indiscernible. “I no eat. You good money. Sell-sell.”
His lips turn up ghoulishly. There's a spot of blood on his cheek.
“Big money come. You young. You sell good.”