Caring for Kenisha (part 5)
When a Tgirl admirer connects with a big black Tgirl, he finds himself signed up for more than just pleasuring his lady! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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I arrived at Kenisha's a little before 7 on Saturday morning. She kissed me again and thanked me for what I was doing for her. She told me I was to be naked, so I undressed. When Jamal arrived he led me outside, naked and had me get into the front passenger seat of his car.
As Jamal drove I felt very self-conscious about being naked there, and felt completely vulnerable. "Jamal," I said, "I am really afraid – you are in complete control and I am afraid of what might happen."
"Don't worry, sissy," he said, "I promise you that you will not be injured – you are too valuable for that, but you may be repeatedly humiliated, and perhaps frightened of what may happen to you if you violate your contract."
We arrived at what looked like a warehouse. "Get out of the car and go ring the bell at the door." Jamal said. I got out, seeing some people in the distance who were looking my way. Jamal drove off, leaving me there. Without delay I walked to the door and rang the bell. There was no answer so I pushed the bell again.
Suddenly the door swung open and a huge black man stood there. "You the new sissy?" he asked. I nodded and he waved me in, closing and locking the door behind us. He led me to a cage made of chain link fence. He opened the door and told me to get in. I did and he latched the door behind me. I was in their jail. The cell contained a bed, toilet and sink. There certainly would be no modesty for me.
My jailer left me alone there. Soon I was approached by a tall buxom black woman wearing a leather skirt. "I'm Leticia," she said, "one of the trainers – what's your name, sissy?"
"I'm Bill," I replied.
"Ok Bill," she said, "Let's see what you can do." She lifted her skirt, exposing an enormous black cock, which she slipped through the fence hole. It was so thick that it almost didn't fit.
It seemed obvious what was expected so I walked to her and dropped to my knees, taking her big cock in my mouth. I could only take it part way in, but gave her as much tongue action as I could. So far this was pretty good. Leticia moaned as I sucked and soon she pumped her load into my mouth, which I eagerly swallowed.
"Well, you don't need training as a cocksucker," Leticia said.
"I enjoyed sucking you, Leticia," I said, "and hope I can suck you again."
"Ok Bill, so here's what's going to happen," she said, "first, I'll explain how we work here, and then I'll show you some of our methods. Later we'll take you out to see some our slaves in action. We'll get you back here by 6 tonight and Jamal can pick you up. Understand?"
"Yes, I said.
"First of all," Leticia explained, "when a contract is violated we don't bother with legal action – that is what we are here for. We buy out the contract and hunt down the violator and bring them here. They will become our slave for the balance of the contract duration and will live a life of serious sexual servitude, sometimes working 12-14 hour days. Movies are often made and sold through various porn outlets. They get no pay for this, but do get to worry about friends or family seeing them in the movies."
"If they cooperate and do as expected they simply live out their contract and are released. The difficulty comes when they resist – we have three uncooperative violators here today, so we can show you three different approaches to break down their resistance.
She unlatched my door and led me out. She took me through another room that was mostly dark. "This room is sound proofed, and the violators we work on are encouraged to scream as loud as they wish – that helps soften up some the others."
"A naked white guy was kneeling on a table, with his wrists secured overhead. A pretty woman entered and approached him and began to stroke him. It seemed odd to punish him by jacking him off, but I watched with interest. Another woman approched quietly from behind. She was wearing rubber gloves and carrying a tube of something.
The woman jacking the man off was very skilled and he was very hard. The woman behind was putting the contents of the tube on her gloved hands and rubbing them together. The man was very close to cumming, and the gloved woman took over, and stroked him to climax. She took a butt plug and lubed it from the tube and inserted it in the guy's ass. The guy had a big smile on his face, which soon changed as he was screaming loudly.
"Letica said, "He just got a Ben Gay handjob – it feels good a first and then starts to burn, and lasts for a long time on sensitive skin. He also got it up the ass. He'll be in pain for a while, but it will be over in a few hours."
I watched as the gloved woman rubbed extra Ben Gay on his very sensitive cock head while the guy pleaded for relief. It made a big impression on me – I could almost feel the burning myself.
Leticia led me on, telling me, "That was completely voluntary – he failed to cooperate, which led to this. He may learn from this, or he may need additional persuasion."
She led me to the next man who was on his hands and knees, wondering what was to come. A pretty woman massaged his cock and balls, bringing him to full arousal. She moved behind him, and took his ball sack and squeezed so the balls bulged. Suddenly she smacked his balls hard three times with a ping pong paddle. He screamed and passed out.
"That is a highly effective way to inflict ball pain – hurts even more than a kick in the balls." As we walked on, Leticia said, "That was also voluntary – would you choose that?"
"Hell no!" I said.
"That's good," said Leticia, "Jamal is paying us to make sure you won't even think about violating your contract."
"I've seen quite enough," I said, feeling Scrooge being led by the Christmas ghosts.
"Sorry Bill," she said, "but you should be thankful you are only watching."
We walked to a third person who was positioned on a table in a similar manner. I wondered what was going to happen to his balls. Leticia took me behind him to get a good view while a woman approached with a cattle prod and put the end right up to his hole a pushed the button. He let out a scream and passed out. I couldn't begin to imagine what pain the guy had.
"Now very few guys get to this point, but if they do, and continue to resist, there is one more punishment. It is very extreme, and we won't do it today, but I'll show you the result."
She led me to a fourth guy and told him to lift up his cock. He did and I saw that he had no balls. "We have a chopping device that does it. It is done without anesthesia, and they are sewn up afterward, but usually pass out from the pain by then."
"Ok, ok," I said, "I've seen enough."
"This is all of the torture," she said, "Now we'll show you how violators work off their contract."
The took me to several sex clubs where I saw violators strapped into fuck benches and gang raped. Others were in less severe situations, kneeling before glory holes, sucking any cock that emerged from the hole. The violators were contracted out to the dirtiest, kinkiest work available.
Finally they took me to a bar that prided itself on ultimate humiliation. A naked white sissy was seated with three black men each with a beer mug. There were two pitchers at the table – one for beer and one for piss. One of the black men stood up and took out his cock and pissed into the piss pitcher, and then topped off the sissy's mug. The sissy took a drink and put his mug down.
Leticia said, "he'll drink it all before the end of the day – care for a taste?"
I declined, and Leticia said that was all I needed to see. She took me back to where we started the day and agreed that I had been through quite a lot, and she was going to give me something nice.
She called one of the white women over. "No Ben Gay?" I asked.
"No, there is no punishment here," Leticia said. She lifted her skirt and I got to my knees. I took her big cock in my hand and stroked her to erection. I took her into my mouth as the white woman put lotion on both of her hands. One hand stroked my cock and the other worked a couple of fingers in and out of my ass.
The horrors of the day faded in the pleasure I was feeling. I had an especially strong climax, and continued to suck Leticia until she came in my mouth. I swallowed and thanked her, as she tossed me a towel and I wiped myself dry.
"Jamal should be waiting for you outside," she said, opening the door. I walked through and the door slammed shut behind me. Jamal wasn't there. I was standing alone and naked out in the open!
I checked the door and found it locked. I continued to wait, getting more nervous, when Jamal pulled up and I got into his car.
"Well, what do you think, sissy boy?" he asked.
"I'm sure not going to violate my contract!" I said.
"Good," he said, "then it was a good day!"
He sure had a funny idea of what a "good day" was, but I sure was glad it was over.
Jamal drove me back to Kenisha's place and we went in.
"Here's the contract," Jamal said, handing it to me, with a pen.
I read the contract. It was unlike any contract I had ever seen, but I was ok with it, so I signed it.
Jamal took out his cock and said, "you know what to do."
I dropped to my knees and sucked him. I knew that I would be doing this and more for the next year, without any hesitation or question. He shot his hot load in my mouth and said, "I want you to count the loads a feed you." I nodded and he left.
Kenisha pulled me to her and we cuddled on the bed. "Stay here tonight," she said. I didn't have any fight left in me, so I agreed.
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