I never thought it was illegal to be a taboo adult phone sex whore.
But here I was, the day of my execution. I wasn’t sure if I was afraid or excited knowing that today was going to be my last day.
It definitely became fear as I heard the heavy clomp of boots moving closer to me. I looked up at the two guards who sneered at me before opening the door. “Ready bitch?” one guard asked. The other staying behind. I felt as though I was shaking “Is it really today?”
They both laughed at me, their laughter harder as I felt my face flush. “Strip bitch.” he commanded and I stood, unzipping the orange jumpsuit and shrugged out of it. My face hotter as I stood naked in front of the two guards.
“On all fours!” the guard commanded. I moved to all fours on the concrete floor in front of them. He reached down, grabbing my long hair he used it as a leash. “You’re crawling there bitch.”
He yanked on my hair, making me cry out in pain as he pulled me down the hall forcing me to try to keep up with him as he led me to what I was sure was the execution chamber.
It was a circular room with 12 people sitting behind a glass wall. I was forced to look at them all by the firm hand in my hair. I felt my blush spreading to my chest. I wanted to look away but he just wouldn’t let me and laughed at my embarrassment.
“Stand up bitch.” he commanded, pulling up hard on my hair to make me cry out as I struggled to my feet. He gave me another moment to meet the eyes of those people behind the wall as he explained “This slut is being executed today for her acts of treason. She is going to be tortured before being made to orgasm and electrocuted. Do you have anything to say slut?”
“Please forgive me for the crimes I’ve committed…” I commented, gasping as I found myself led by my hair to a spreader bar set up in the room. First he had me raise one arm and then the other. Cuffing and forcing them to stay spread before I positioned my legs my ankles cuffed also to keep my legs spread wide.
I wasn’t able to see what he grabbed next until I felt the heavy leather falls of a flogger cut across my back, the ends slapping to end it in a sharp pain that made me cry out. Again, and again, the flogger lashing across my back. Each hit making the burn spread further throughout my body.
He finally stopped and I felt like I could breathe again only to have him tell me “Open your mouth.” in his commanding tone. I did that and he shoved the handle of a snake whip he had far enough down my throat that I gagged on it.
“Keep it there slut. Don’t drop it.” he told me with a sadistic smile on his lips. He reached forward then. Taking my nipples between his fingers he squeezed, pulled, twisted. Making a sharp pain shoot through me and cry out from around the whip handle.
He pulled the handle from my mouth and smiled at me. “Good girl.” he teased, his hand resting against my cheek before he slapped me across my face. His hands grabbing my hair again as he forced me into a bending position. My arms muscles straining against the binds as he used his other hand to spread my pussy lips. “Just look how wet she is. What a slut. You like all these people watching you don’t you?”
“Yes sir.” I replied, crying out as he gave me a sharp slap to my wet pussy. Laughing at my predicament as he undid the cuffs around my ankles and wrists. “8 or 10?” he asked.
I was confused. “What?” I asked, screaming out and holding my side where a whip had cracked and broken the skin. “Don’t be stupid. 8 or 10 inches.” he repeated. Giving another crack against my thigh as I cried out “8!” he laughed again, this time the whip cracked against my ass. I could feel the lingering sharp stings against my skin and the slow tickle of blood as it dripped.
“Go to the chair.” he said, whipping me again as I looked at the intimidating chair with its ankle and wrist bindings, ones that went all the way up to prevent its victim from thrashing. There was a hole in the seat where I was sure the cock would go through and I felt another cutting blow as I stared to long as my mode of death.
I moved on shaky legs towards the chair. Feeling the bite of whip across my back, ass, arm, thigh, everywhere as he “encouraged” me along. Sitting on the cold metal with hot marks was a mix of comfort and stinging in an entire new way.
He wasted no time though, strapping my arms and legs to the chair. Pulling my hair behind me and trying it to an eyehook before using straps across my forehead and throat to prevent me from looking away or struggling.
He put 4 electrode pads on me. One to my inner thigh, another over my heart, one against the side of my throat, and one against my head. I felt nervous then, my breath speeding up as he went behind me. I could hear him messing with mechanical components before I felt the huge head of a fake cock pressing against my wet pussy.
I moaned, unable to help it. He turned it on low and it moved in and out of me slowly. It was so big and went so deep, I couldn’t help but feel that building of pressure. The toy increased in intensity and began to fuck me harder and faster, I moaned. My breath coming quick as it seemed to hit all the right spots and not stop.
I couldn’t help it, he knew what he was doing and was a master of the controls. I could feel myself cumming in no time and felt what started as a soft tickle turn into a searing pain and I cried out in a mix of pain and orgasm.
Then stopped, blinking as I thought to hard. “I’m not sure how to orgasm and die.” I looked at the false wall where a director and a sound guy stood. Heard a collective groan of the other cast members as he yelled “Cut!” and we all had a laugh about it as it appeared in the blooper reel later.
Just kidding, I was stuck in the chair. My entire body tensing and vibrating with the electricity coursing through it. My hands opening and closing against the arm of the chair as I felt my heart skip beats. My pussy felt almost like it was keeping in time and then it did it again, and again, each time the electricity pumped through my body I felt a bit fuzzier. The pain further away. The colors of the world just a shade different…
Fantasy phone sex? Many of my black cock callers think that being a black cock faggot is a fantasy, but it is not. White men sucking on big black dicks happens all the time. I am talking about things that don’t happen in the real world. I had an out of this world encounter a few years ago that still turns me on. I was house sitting for a friend in her old Victorian home in downtown Chicago. The house had a haunted legacy. Even though Illinois was a free state, the rumor was that the original owner at the turn of the century had black house servants that he didn’t treat so well. In fact, the predominant rumor was that the owner killed his black man servant when he discovered he was sleeping with his wife and buried his body in the basement. I didn’t believe in ghosts, but if a house was going to be haunted by a black ghost who liked white women, that was my kind haunting.
Other than odd noises that all old houses make, nothing out of the ordinary happened the first night. I was rather disappointed. Night two, however, was a different story. Not only did I hear something, I felt something. Something dragged me out of the bed and tied me to the stairwell banister. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but then I felt myself being whipped. I know the feel of a black cock on my body. I am not a submissive woman, except when it comes to those big black cocks. This world or the netherworld, it doesn’t matter. I found myself bound and gagged getting fucked by a big black dick I couldn’t see. I was begging for more. I woke up the next morning back in the bed wondering if it at been a hot dream. But, when I realized I had cum in my pussy and restraint marks, I knew the ghost stories that had long plagued my friend’s house were true.
