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While Candance was screaming her brains out and masturbating Kyla with her cunt slimed face, while the insolent reporter was savouring dental delights at the top of her lungs, in another part of the jumbo jet the two huge Nubian guards came to take Laura to the Sheik. The stone-faced, powerfully built black men scared her. Although a statuesque beauty, Laura felt like a weak-kneed pigmy as she walked between them, taking long fashion model strides to keep up. After a brief look at the brutal faces and heavy musculature of the massive Nubians, refusing the Sheik didn't really seem to be an option. Nevertheless, Laura felt that if she played along she could end up a very rich woman.
More foolish female optimism. This session was going to turn out so brutally humiliating for Laura that her horrified daughter Cheryl was being denied the video feed, although Kyla's enthusiastic efforts with Candance, taking place at the same time, were keeping Cheryl's weepy eyes fully occupied. Cheryl's naked body squirmed in the chair as she watched, eyes propped open, bound helplessly; shocked horrified and ashamed of her family.
Meanwhile, lovely Laura was taking the first steps along her own deeply disturbing voyage of discovery.
Laura, the very definition of the term 'prime pussy', was wearing strap-on fuck-me pumps, along with a black leather vest and black leather micro-miniskirt as instructed. She had been calming down since her last humiliating little exercise, coping as best she could, doing some yoga and having something sinfully delicious to eat, washed down with a few glasses of her favourite champagne to help impair her better judgement, such as it was. The servants knew her exact tastes without having to be told. Sadly, she didn't ponder the implications of this, thinking it a delightful coincidence. As a result, she knocked back a tad too much of the Dom Perignon. The bubbly went down very well, tickling her nose, giving her a warm pleasant glow and bathing her mind in a delightful haze of rosy false expectations.
A total babe who always put on a show if there was even the whiff of a man in her vicinity, bodalicious Laura wiggled her exquisite bum and jiggled her superb tits as she slinked along seductively between the two Nubian giants. Her black high heels clicked hollowly in the hallway.
Sheik Rashid was always glad to see a good-looking fuckslut reporting for duty. He smiled genially at his new pet.
"Think you can handle a spanking in return for a nice big diamond?"
Laura smirked inwardly. The immature things that turned men on never ceased to amaze her. Spanking was for babies. Supremely confident that she could handle a childish paddling, Laura was certain that her main challenge would be to avoid giggling. A consummate actress when it came to playing men, she put on a straight, deeply respectful face.
"Yes, sir!"
It was back to the fingersnap commands. Rashid suddenly gave two fast snaps an inch from her startled blue eyes.
Recovering quickly, Laura obediently opened her mouth and rounded her lips. The Sheik forced in a large red ball gag, squeezing the rubber to get it past her teeth. The rubber expanded inside her mouth, forcing it open as wide as possible. He buckled the mouth-filling gag firmly in place. With her luscious lips wrapped around the gag, any qualms and second thoughts lovely Laura might develop as things progressed would have to remain unexpressed. More than most, his women always had wearisome 'concerns' and an eagerness to renegotiate the relationship. The Sheik greatly enjoyed their frantic futile struggles to do this through a mouth-filling ball gag.
Positioning a tightly clenched fist an inch from her high-cheekboned face, he suddenly opened his hand with the fingers splayed wide, the hand command for a fuckslut to strip and exhibit herself shamelessly.
In taking it all off and showing the gentlemen what she had to offer, the former fashion model was on very familiar ground, putting on a smoky-eyed, seductive performance. Locking her big blue eyes with the sheik's, Laura opened the leather vest wide to flaunt her braless breasts. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips provocatively, shook her big nippled monster melons hard and dropped the vest to the floor dramatically.
Keeping her eyes locked brazenly with Rashid's, she unzipped and unbuttoned the leather micro miniskirt. She peeled it over her delightful derriere and let it drop. It slid smoothly down her long glorious model's legs and crumpled to the floor.
Laura worked out and waxed religiously to keep her big melons self-supporting and her body smooth and tight. She rarely felt any need to wear underwear and today was no exception. She stepped smoothly out of the micro-miniskirt and struck an utterly shameless pose: chest out, tits aquiver, big red nipples erect, buttocks dimpled prettily and long legs spread provocatively to expose her tight hairless slit. She stared wantonly at Rashid through half-closed eyes, the very embodiment of carnal lust. Laura pumped her cunt lewdly. Salaciously nude, hands on her hips, standing arrogantly tall in her black high heels, Laura cut a sensual, cock-hardening figure.
Eying her naked form appreciatively, the Sheik loved her only item of apparel. Strap-on spike heels were perfect on a brazen beauty that would soon be kicking frantically like a trapped jackrabbit. He was going to love carving the snot out of this haughty bitch; a beauty who had been playing men for fools ever since she had first sprouted those awesome tits.
Rashid nodded to the Nubians.
Each guard grabbed a slim wrist and hoisted it over Laura's head. They buckled thick leather cuffs to her wrists and effortlessly lifted her from the floor. Metal clips on the cuffs were snapped onto two long chains bolted to the high ceiling, two floors high in this part of the Jumbo jet, giving a bitch lots of travel to swing back and forth helplessly while she was being worked over. The guards stepped back, leaving Laura hanging by her wrists. Swaying gently back and forth, her gleaming black spike heels were a foot from the floor. Her smoothly rounded ass cheeks were at the perfect height for a paddling.
Mouth wrapped around the large red rubber ball, Laura looked anxiously at the Sheik, her big blue eyes open wide. Rashid picked up the rubber strap and explained things so that Laura could have a proper appreciation of her spanking to come. Apprehension heightens pain.
"I like a rubber strap for several reasons, Laura. Rubber adds extra snap to each stroke and gives a fiery afterburn. You'll really feel the sting afterwards. This neoprene strap is 22 inches long, an inch wide and a quarter inch thick. It comes with a nice wooden handle for my comfort. I can get a good grip and put lots of muscle into each blow although I don't really need to. The springy rubber does a lot of the work for me. Because it is long, tough and has lots of snap, every stroke raises either a welt or a deep bruise. The edges of the strap are rounded so that it doesn't cut the skin. There are more severe straps with sharp edges, but I prefer not to mark you permanently."
Laura seemed less than grateful for this miniscule morsel of mercy. Desperation blossomed in her big blue eyes. She moaned urgently into the gag. Much too late, she had developed some feminine 'concerns' and wanted to renegotiate the relationship. This spanking was turning out to be much more adult than she had expected.
Rashid smiled indulgently and gave her beautifully rounded bare bum a proprietary squeeze, liking the feel of her tight buns and warm smooth skin against his palm. He added a few comments designed make Laura feel na?ve and foolish, that her present predicament was her own stupid fault for not knowing better.
"It is very brave of you to volunteer for a spanking. As a mature, sexually knowledgeable woman, you know that adult spankings are far more intense than mere childish paddlings. I appreciate a woman who goes straight for the hardcore experiences."
White-eyed with apprehension and panting hard, Laura suddenly looked less than eager for this particular hardcore experience. Shaking her head in a violent no that had her tits shaking a no as well, she kicked and squirmed wildly. Her golden blond hair flew dazzlingly. Rashid and the Nubians grinned, enjoying the show. Rashid clapped.
"Wonderful! Wonderful! A beautiful performance, Laura, and you haven't even received the first stroke yet."
Laura's lovely legs scissored energetically in mid-air. Rashid nodded approvingly at the Nubians. She looked beseechingly at Rashid and squealed pleadingly into her ball gag, struggling futilely to explain that this wasn't what she had in mind. Her naked buttocks clenched and her torso twisted, making her bouncing breasts shimmy like mounds of exquisitely shaped jello, quivering delectably. Purposely misunderstanding all this energetic body language, Rashid was enthusiastic.
"This pain pig really knows what I like to see! Keep it up and you'll have a bonus diamond shoved up your ass."
The Nubians laughed derisively at the stupid American bimbo squirming frantically in mid-air. Laura hated being mocked and glared fiercely at them.
While she was thus distracted, Rashid landed the first stroke with a sound like an exploding firecracker. Perfectly placed, the rubber strap snapped viciously across the middle of her temptingly exposed, lily-white ass globes.
Laura's big blue eyes opened wide in shocked surprise and seemed to almost pop from their sockets. She screamed high and hard into her ball gag. Her golden hair tossed violently and her tits shook with wild abandon as her hips arched forward and her black high heels kicked up high behind her. Strapped firmly to her slim ankles, her black fuck-me pumps stayed attached to her fluttering feet.
She panted hard, her torso heaving, tits aquiver, feeling the fiery afterburn as promised. An inch-wide red welt blossomed angrily across her tightly clenched buttocks. Rashid rubbed the rapidly reddening welt up and down with his neoprene strap, which seemed to spread the pain like fire all over her beautifully dimpled derriere.
Her bare boobs bobbed and bounced beguilingly as she breathed hard and fast. Laura clamped her eyes obsessively on the rubber strap. She began to squirm desperately, her long lovely legs running a frantic marathon in place as Rashid slowly, tantalisingly raised the strap. Toying with her, he held the rubber strap menacingly high while Laura's legs pumped like a track star running a hard sprint. Glancing behind her, she squeaked in terror as he playfully took a few menacing false starts to the stroke.
Her scared little squeak rose to a hysterical shriek as the strap suddenly snapped down. With the sharp crack of hard rubber on tender flesh, a second angry red welt flamed to life across both bare buns, just above the first.
Laura pulled herself desperately up into a chin-up position as the strap lashed again. She hung in mid-air, legs straight, bare buttocks clenched tight, her quivering arms folded up and pressed tight against the sides of her trembling tits. Of course, tightening up all her muscles like that only made it worse, but her experience with this sort of thing was non-existent although improving rapidly. She shrieked into the gag as the strap lifted both buttocks from below, kissing her cheeks hard and laying a third angry red stripe just below the other two.
For the next two strokes, Laura tried arching her nude form away from the strap just before it landed. Both times Rashid pulled the stroke quickly, waited a beat and re-launched it so that she was swinging back into the strap as it landed, amplifying the force of each blow. Two hard swats cracked like pistol shots. Thick red welts blossomed angrily on her lily-white ass above and below the previous three.
A proud determined beauty, Laura did not give up. She straightened her arms, lowering herself as far as possible. Raising her knees high, she crushed her bare thighs against her naked nipples, tucking her burning bum under so that he would be forced to strike upwards. She guessed that this would be his weakest stroke, fighting gravity.
An experienced bitch buster, Rashid took a step backwards, assumed a two-handed grip on the strap handle and swung like a golfer trying for a long drive. The extreme end of the strap, the part that travels fastest with the most leverage, kissed the exact middle of her left butt cheek with an explosive smack, landing precisely on top of the first welt.
Laura shrieked insanely into her gag. Her bare body opened beautifully as she pulled herself up convulsively, throwing her legs back. Her naked torso arched upwards, like she was trying to launch herself into orbit, tits first. As she reached the top of her upwards arch her big boobs shimmied wildly.
Courtesy of all this violent exertion and the length of the chains from her wrist cuffs to the ceiling, Laura began to pendulum back and forth. Rashid took advantage, shellacking her buns each time that she swung back towards the strap, thus unintentionally turning each stroke into a head-on collision between her burning bum and the snapping strap. He timed it carefully so that she was like a child pumping a swing. Emitting a sharp scream, she jerked herself forward with each fiercely cracking stroke of the strap tip on her tender flaming butt cheek.
He smoothly switched sides and worked the other butt cheek with the fast-moving extreme tip of the strap, aiming for a pleasing symmetry on his swinging, frantically squealing victim. He swung hard two-handed, a major-league switch-hitter able to hit a perfect line drive from either side. He aimed carefully and with skill, landing each stroke on the 'sweet spot' of the snapping strap, taking care that it bit into her butt on top of an existing welt, a sensitized place, deepening the bruise, a bursting explosion of ever-increasing agony.
He pinched a ripe succulent nipple tightly and spun her, gripping her nipple each time it came around in a brutal pinch and spinning her hard, winding up the long chains attached to her wrists like the chains of a playground swing. When he had wound her up as tightly as possible, he held her in position by her stretched aching teat for an agonizing moment while Laura squealed in pain and fear.
He released her burning nipple and began slashing viciously with the strap as she unwound, twirling helplessly before him. The neoprene strap flashed with savage violence, swinging the opposite way to her spin, slapping her heinie hard each time she involuntarily presented it. When she had unwound completely, he pinched the other nipple and wound her up the other way. She shrieked dementedly as her bare buns were pasted repeatedly with hard cracks of the strap from the opposite angle.
At last she hung limply, sobbing hard, her dark red ass globes afire, her tousled hair soaked with sweat, a golden halo around her head.
Rashid grinned. Like many rich Arabs, Sheik Rashid had spent his youth at an exclusive English boarding school. As a result, he spoke superb English with an upper crust British accent and understood all about spankings, the English Vice.
"Of course, as you well know, it wouldn't be an adult spanking without that one last definitive stroke."
She looked at him uncomprehendingly. He nodded to the Nubians. They proceeded to make it crystal clear to her as each gripped a shapely ankle and spread her long lovely legs wide, exposing her genitals. Rashid caressed her cuntlips gently, teasingly with the edge of the strap as understanding dawned and a frantically desperate Laura struggled violently, but futilely.
He slowly raised the strap, pulling it back for a two-handed golf swing. Like a golfer, he took a few practise swings next to her, cutting the air with awesomely powerful strokes that whistled fearsomely. Laura whimpered pleadingly as he moved into position, planting his feet carefully. Her twitching groin muscles stood out like steel cables as she repeatedly tried to jerk her legs together. The massive Nubians coped effortlessly with this challenge. Of course, tightening up made it worse, but it was impossible for Laura to relax as she stared obsessively at her smooth shaven quivering quim, a dishevelled wild-eyed madwoman.
He pulled back and swung up hard between her trembling thighs. The Nubians released her dainty ankles as the strap kissed her cuntlips brutally hard. Her blond hair flew, her tits rose magnificently in unison and Laura's naked body spasmed convulsively as the Sheik lifted Laura high. She emitted an inhumanly high scream of raw terror and supreme anguish. The extreme tip of the strap slapped her clit with savage violence.
Laura passed out.
A whiff of smelling salts quickly brought her around, still hanging by her wrists from the ceiling. Rashid gave her tits an approving squeeze.
"Excellent work!"
He nodded to the Nubians. They handed him the greased pool cue. Laura grunted twice, groaning heavily as he ramrodded two large diamonds up her ass and buried them deeply in her gut. He instructed the Nubians briskly.
"Let her down and help her to the change room so that she can freshen up. We'll be landing soon."
He winked enthusiastically at Laura, who was panting hard, red-faced, dripping sweat and tears, a dewdrop of snot quivering on the tip her nose, her golden hair a tangled mess, her throbbing bum a deep purple bruise, her swollen nipples aching, her inflamed cunt burning between her legs.
"That was a great performance, Laura! After we land, we'll have to quit fooling around and get down to some serious perversion!"
He left the room to see how Kyla and Candance were making out, wanting to see Kyla use the mysterious item under the sheet on her implement table. The Nubians moved in for some serious perversion of their own, sandwiching Laura between them. A thick black dick opened her inflamed cuntlips agonisingly. Her bruised burning buttcheeks were painfully prised apart and a large greased dick entered her shit chute for a particularly painful ass-rape. She squealed as his pubic bone slammed repeatedly into her badly bruised bum.
The Nubian in front whispered gentle words of encouragement into her coral pink ear.
"If you complain to anyone, it will not matter to anyone but you for no one believes a whore. However, if you do complain, we will wait politely until the sheik has finished with you completely and then we will rip your pretty face apart with our bare hands, snapping your jawbone, breaking your teeth, splitting open your cheeks, gouging out your eyes with our fingers, tearing off your ears, splintering your nose, shattering your cheekbones and so on. You'll be a hideous monstrosity. No surgeon will be able to put your face together again."
He pumped smoothly, enjoying Laura's small whimpers and frantic squeals, savouring the sweaty sexy smell of her, loving the feel of her hot hard nipples crushed against his chest and the tightness of her swollen, tight pussy massaging his dick, relishing her ravishment. He licked her salty tearstained face.
She was definitely his sort of fuckmeat for poor naked Laura now had the sound, the look, the smell, the feel and even the taste of a thoroughly beaten bitch.
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