The Fuck Slave II

After that brutal cock and ball torture, I was in excruciating agony. The ball-binder had been mercifully removed and so had the cock-sheath that contained those pointed needles. My eyes behind the blindfold were still wet. Never in my 36 years on this earth had I ever felt such anguish. My antagonist had left me alone to suffer, while I heard her talking in her native language to her female cohorts.

Then she spoke in accented English. “Okay Morgan, now that you have been punished for trespassing, we can get on with making you our ‘fuck-slave’.”

Not wishing to incur her wrath again, I remained silent.

“I will, now, explain to you the rules for being a ‘fuck-slave. Listen carefully Morgan!” I swallowed hard. “First, you are here for our pleasure, not yours! Your main mission is to keep us satisfied, which simply means you will fuck us, when, where and how we see fit. Now I realize that males can’t produce enough natural bodily fluids to be able to fuck constantly, but we do expect you to fuck us whenever we feel you’ve had sufficient recovery time. That means, at least one fuck every four hours. So if you fuck one of us now, four hours from now another lady will expect to be fucked. Now, and this is very important, the female always cums first. If you cum before she does, that is considered a U/F, or an unsatisfactory fuck!…And that is a punishable offense!….Thinking about my last punishment, I swallowed hard again. “And, she always determines the position. I, myself like to ride, so I can feel that hard piece of meat as far up my cunt as possible, some of my ladies like it missionary style, some doggy style, others like on a table top, whatever. You have no choice,” she said with a cackle. “And Morgan, some of our ladies, including me have strap-ons. Which means, slave, there will be times when you will be the one getting the fucking! Am I clear so far?”

“Yes ma’am,” I replied submissively.

Thinking about my situation, here I am, a scientist for the US Geological Survey doing a scientific study about this island so I can make a report on my findings. Instead, I have been captured by a tribe of women, staked out naked, brutally tortured and turned into their ‘fuck-slave’. Being a red-blooded male, the idea of fucking a bunch of beautiful women should be a desirable occurrence. And I have had the pleasure of fucking a few ladies of color. Somehow however, I’m getting the feeling that these ladies, led by their Governess, will make my stay oppressive.

“A few more things, Morgan!” “Yes ma’am.” “In between fucks, you will be used for other activities. All of the ladies love having their pussies sucked, especially by a white man. And yes slave, we have other male slaves on the island, of all colors.” She laughed out loud. “We even have black slaves. We don’t discriminate!” She let those words penetrate my brain. “Furthermore, we like to play games with your body, tie you in different positions, make you perform certain tasks.”

This sounded ominous.

“But Morgan, the first and foremost requirement is to keep us well-fucked, and since I am the Governess here, I always get the first fuck from a new fuck-slave,” she said with a giggle. That’s when I felt her hand on my cock, that was still held up high by the rope. Despite the effects from those needles, it started to grow. “That’s it Morgan,” she said as I felt the rope being removed. “Get that cock nice and hard at full extension. Atta boy.”

Even though I couldn’t see her, I could only imagine this black woman lowering herself so that her cunt-hairs were touching my groin area. Slowly she engulfed my steely pipe as I felt the shaft totally penetrating the soft, juicy pussy. The feeling was so electric that I didn’t want it to end. Then she began to ride, slowly going up and down. “Come on white man, fuck me! Give me that big dick!” Instantly, I began to thrust my hips upward, driving as far into her as possible. I wish I could see her eyes, those windows to the inner-self. Then I heard her pant, as she rode me harder. “Yes, yes, yes!” She screamed. Her climax was imminent. Her shriek of penetrating pleasure I’m sure could’ve been heard throughout. Thankfully, I did not cum, and I felt proud of myself for holding out.

I could hear her heavy breathing, while we were still coupled. “What a marvelous blast you have Morgan, and it’s still hard!” I was in heaven. At this point I didn’t care what she did to me. Then she gasped, “I want you to do it again.” Smiling to myself on the inside, it felt marvelous when she once again began riding me, slowly up and down. Then she admonished me, “don’t cum before me, slave!” I could feel the rumbling in my balls, and I knew if she kept this up, I’d cum. Then she rode me faster and I could feel her cunt-muscles contract, as the rumbling in my balls stirred spasmodically. My engorged cock was rocketing inside her, and I heard her encouragement. “Give it to me slave!” It wasn’t fair. She was forcing the cum from my balls. Slamming my cock upward, my molten lava exploded, sending buckets of jism into her, just before she shrieked again.

We were both breathing heavily as we shared the ecstatic bliss. Her soft black body pressed down into me. I wanted to hold her tight, but I couldn’t. Hopefully, she had been so caught up by the fucking that she hadn’t noticed that I came first. We must’ve laid there still for at least ten minutes enjoying the aftermath.

Then she said softly. “You know I’ll have to punish you, slave!”