awaitingherwhip
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He ran through the wood and fell, loosing a heavy prison work boot, one foot now bare. He sat and quickly shed the other groaning as sweat dripped from his brow. He could hear the hounds barking in the distance now sounding closer.
Harsh iron hackles and broken chain hung from both of his ankles.
His dark torn shorts now red and brown with dirt and mud. The prison t-shirt hung loose at his neck now wet with his fear.
His cock throbbed at the excitement and the thrill of being chased like an animal.
His cruel guards had whipped his bare back until he fell. They stood over him and told him to dress, then left him so that the sweat could salt and heat his wounds. Summoning his strength, he fled from the harsh prison work camp and the wood seemed never to end.
Now mud and filth intermingled with the dried blood in his welts.
He ran until his feet were raw and his legs scraped by sharp thorns.
An open field appeared and heat pulsed in his chest and the sun broke as the grass shifted soft under his feet. He fell on all fours his shirt sagging with his wet.
Then he felt cold steel on his head and a click as the bolt moved forward.
'Where you off to boy?' she said.
She could hear the hounds in the distance and with his shackled feet, it wasn't hard to figure out that he was a fugitive.
'Running from the law? Well I'm the law here. Nobody takes from me what I want, now get up.' she commanded.
'Don't turn me in please.' he whimpered. She kept her distance but pointed the shotgun square between his eyes.
'You worth anything boy?' she said.
He stood and breathed heavy, trying to find a way out.
ANSWER ME BOY!' she screamed.
'I'm..I'm They almost worked me to death. Many men died there and I believe I would have been next. I had to do it.'
'So, the boy has a strong back. Let's have a look. Strip.' she said.
He shifted his gaze left to right, hoping for an opening to run.
'The hounds are getting closer. I can hear it boy.' she said.
He bent and slipped off his sopping shorts. His hard cock speared between his legs. He struggled to pull off the dripping filthy shirt and he moaned the rough threads tore against his lash marks.
'Stand' she said.
'get your back straight. I'm gonna have a little look.'
He bowed his head and immediately felt the steel of the barrel against his chin.
between gritted teeth she hissed; 'I said get that back straight. chin up.'
She knelt and cupped his balls in her hand. She could smell the rank odor of sweat mixed with dirt and grime.
Her heart pounded as she squeezed the soft skin and twisted it.
'Nice, firm but you're a very bad boy. Look at that long hard shaft. Mama thinks you like the abuse a little too much.'
His body squirmed as she tightened her grip and pulled. The blood in his cock throbbed.
'Like that do ya?' she snapped.
'GET THAT WORTHLESS WORM BACK DOWN!' her words rung in his ears her grip on him turning his balls a deep purple.
His stink rose as she drew herself closer to him.
She slipped her lips around his massed cock and sucked. He moaned and his body twisted as the ache rose to the tip.
She tasted the salt and grit in her mouth and spit. 'That's about all the enjoyment the boy is getting out of me. By the way, you filthy pig, you're stinking ass is not spending the night in my house.
She stood, gripped his arm and twisted him around to reveal a hatch-work of crimson red stripes crisscrossing his bare back. Thick drops of sweat beaded and dripped over the harsh marks.
'Damn son, what'd you do to deserve this?' She looked up and down his spine as blood trickled mixing with mud and sweat.
Her cunt wet and her lip trembled looking at the sinews so harshly lashed.
'I ASKED YOU A QUESTION BOY!" she barked.
His body tensed and he scrambled for words.
'The guards needed to make an example.' he said. 'We were working a quarry, and the guards weren't satisfied with the speed of the work, so they singled me out, made me strip tied me to a stone in the middle of the quarry, and whipped me mercilessly in front of the other prisoners. It's not the first time.' he said hoping for a shred of decency from her.
'BULLSHIT!' she screamed. The word echoed through the trees. 'Boy, you were whipped because you deserved it. Those lazy assed guards should have had 'em line up for their beatings.'
'Well I gotta figure out what I'm gonna do with you tonight. You're definately not staying in the house tonight.'
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She stood and twisted his arm. 'See that pile of wood and wire over there? Two by four beams, and crossmeshed wire sat in what appeared to be a junk pile in her yard.
'You're going to carry all of that into my shed. I'll show you what you're going to do with it.'
Exhausted and stinking of filth, he walked to the pile, lifted as many beams as he could, and carried them to the shed, leaving them in a small stack.
The sun beat down on his back, opening his wounds anew as the sweat dripped in.
It took him about 15 minutes to get the wire and beams where she wanted them.
'Kneel down.' she said. He obeyed head bowed sweat dripping from him.
'Now, you're going to build me a cage, and I want it done right. STRAIGHTEN UP WEAK LITTLE BITCH!" she commanded.
his back shot up and his chin straightened.
She went to the shed and came out with two small metal clamps. She pinched his nipple and fastened the clamp over the skin. His body writhed as hot pain shot through him. She pinched the other nipple and he pled 'please, the pain is unbarable'
With a smirk, she pinched the clamp down on the red nipple.
His head shot back and he screamed his body twisting in agony.
She then took a rusty chain and wrapped it around his neck, padlocking each end.
'When you get done with the cage, I'll reward you by removing the clamps, now get to work.' she turned and left.
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Hammering and sawing filled the night as she listened from the house.
She'd long since forgotten where she left the leather horse whip she'd used for training her mares.
She searched the house and finally found it coiled in an old tool drawer. 'Ohh this is going to hurt him good.' she said as she held it up, sniffing at the leather.
She waited and waited sitting in her home. Finally the sound of sawing and tapping ceased.
She went outside keeping a tight grip on the lash.
She looked to see the cage about half finished, he was kneeling on the ground almost prone, breathing heavily.
As she approached she unfurled the lash, snapped it back and threw a hot whip snap across his ass.
His back arched and twisted and he screamed in pain.
'I told you to get that finished. I'm not staying up all night just so you can have a place to stay. GET BACK TO WORK!'
The whip mark pulsed and throbbed and he picked up the hammer.
In her house she listened until the last pound of the hammer came. Taking the whip in hand again she walked outside to the dimly lit shed.
He knelt chained beside his new home. His hands flew up and crossed over his head fearing another snap of the whip across his body.
But she knelt by the cage, shook it and looked for any breaks that might be in the wire. She swung the cage gate open and shut to make sure it was secure.
'Not bad boy.' she gripped his hair and made him get on all fours. 'Now crawl dog.' she shoved him into the compartment, turned and walked away.
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He slept soundly and the sound of the dogs was now gone. It was still dark and being summer, he awoke knowing that it still must be early. The urge to piss overtook him, and his cock grew hard. He grabbed his shaft and softly pulled on it. The cum welled up as he closed his eyes and dreamed of being taken by her. He tried to picture the anger in her face. Tried to hear the harsh expert snap of the whip across his ass. In this he felt closer to her than anyone he ever knew. He threw his head back and screamed as cum shot from him.
He lay on his side breathing and wondered if he could smell any worse. Piss began to trickle from between his legs and he lay in the pool.
He gasped as he heard the door to her home open then shut. His body tensed and stayed that way until the shed gate creeped open.
'Well well, looks like the little bitch has pissed itself.' she bent down, whip coiled in her hand, and looked at him. Dark eyes, a mud streaked face.
'Looks like the lady forgot something.' she said twisting her head to examine the clamps that stayed on his nipples throughout the night.
She stood drew the whip back and snapped it across the top of his cage. He flinched as the leather snapped over the wire.
He began to whimper.
She squatted again.
'What's the matter boy? Things not going your way?' she said mockingly.
She unlocked the gate swung it open and gripped his hair. 'Get out here.' she hissed between gritted teeth.
Piss started dripping from his thighs as he crawled.
'LOOK AT THIS. YOU FUCKING MADE A MESS.' she threw his head back into the cage. 'CLEAN IT UP WITH YOUR TONGUE.'
The acrid smell of urine lingered in his mouth as he knelt before her wrists now tied behind his back.
'I gotta figure out a good punishment for the bad little boy who likes to piss his bed.' she paced back and forth in front of him. There were some left over wider beams sitting on the shed floor.
'I want you to get to work making a little punishment bench for you. I want it to have a high back and I want the seat of it to be narrow. Take a file and make it come to a point.' she said.
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More hammering and sawing could be heard from the shed. She kept the lash by her side and waited, waited.
Finally it stopped.
She gripped the single tale horse whip and went outside. The whip swayed at her side with each step, and she loved the feel of it in her hand, the power she had over this dog.
The shed gate flew open and he gasped, tensed and crawled to a corner. Just as she'd instructed, she saw the cruel torture bench sitting, a long wide beam for the back and a wide thick beam set on its side attached to the bench back. Her new slave had filed the edges to a sharp point.
'You're a handy little cunt.' she said.
She went to the corner and he skittered across the dirty floor along the wall trying to get away from her.
'YOU FILTHY PIG BOY!' she hissed as she gripped his grimy hair and pulled him to the bench.
'the slave boy is going to see what his lady does to him when he soils his own bed.'
She threw him down in front of it. He knelt, tired, hungry and filthy.
'Now sit.' she commanded.
He looked over his shoulder. 'no' he said.
She hissed, drew back the lash and slammed it down on his bare shoulder. His body bent from the hot pain and he opened his mouth and screamed.
'YOU CRAWL TO THAT BENCH AND SIT DOG!' She screamed.
He crawled to the bench lifted himself and sat his bare ass on the hard sharp wood. His thighs twisted to find comfort but the wood dug into his soft skin.
'You ain't seen nothin' at that prison like what I'm going to do to you whore.'
She grabbed a rope, wrapped it around his neck and sinched it tight. His breath started to rise and fall in his chest She strung the rope over the chair back and forced his back straight against the bench back. The burn began under his balls. He shifted his ass but the sharp edge of the bench dug deep into his anus.
A little twist of his body cut off air from his throat as she tied the rope.
She took a leg spreader, chained it to his ankles and spread his legs wide. A rope was tied to the center of the spreader, the other end looped over a ceiling beam.
she pulled on the rope until his legs were spread and suspended over the floor.
'now you'll learn to be a good boy and not piss yourself from now on won't you.'
'Yes ma'am' he said between gritted teeth.
'I'll make sure of that.' she said.
She reached down and gripped a clamp, quickly unfastened it.
His head banged against the bench back and he howled between gritted teeth. The breath shot from him as the rope choked his neck.
She undid the second clamp and he hissed and squirmed.
She took a rope, gripped his wrists and tied them behind the bench back.
'Now I really want to teach the bad little boy not to wet his bed.' she said, taking the whip in her hand.
She stood to the side, held the whip to aim it at him, snapped it back. He saw the thin tale of the horse whip fly above him. Then with a whoosh it was gone.
The lash expert and exact, slammed across his sore nipples.
His body lurched forward and his back banged against the bench as he struggled for air.
His ass now unbarably sore.
'The bad little boy is NOT going to piss his bed now isn't he.' she hissed as the whip curled through the air and bit hard across him.
His head hung and she bent to take his chin. She felt his breath on her hand and slapped him.
'Wake up cunt. The lesson isn't over.'
He saw the lash twist and bend and he saw her shoulder held back. He insticnctively pushed his shoulders down so that his back arched off the bench.
The hot tale snapped across his red tits and he turned his head and winced as the sting shot through him.
Her breath was hot and fierce. She kept her teeth gritted as she stood over him the whip dangling in her hand.
'Now I better not come out here and see what I saw again. That cage is your home dog. You'd besttake care of it.'
She untied the rope at his neck first, then his wrist ties. 'get on all fours slave.' she commanded.
she yanked hard on the rope grating at his sore red neck.
she left him in the middle of the yard and went for the garden hose.
'don't move now.' she said. The spray hit his stinging body and sweat, blood mud and filth dripped from him.
'gotta clean the stinky boy up.' she laughed.
she took the hose and shoved it between his ass cheeks. she cleaned every inch of him.
She went to him and grabbed his wet stringy hair and pulled him to her porch. A chair sat there and she sat on it.
She patted her lap. 'come boy' she said.
He obeyed and dutifully crawled up on the porch and looked up at her waiting for her next order.
'you may place your head on my lap boy.' she cooed.
he went beside her, sprawled his legs and lay on her as she petted his hair.
She looked to see that his mast had sprouted long and pulsing.
She shook her head. 'what am I going to do with you boy? You were meant to be a prisoner. That's all you'll ever be.'
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