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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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 40