interrogation fantasy stories

[slaveboy 6]

Walking along this hot, densely wooded area in Africa, my throat felt parched. Uncorking my canteen I took a long swig, when I heard movement. To my surprise a horde of scantilly clad women surrounded me. Standing directly in front of me was a tall, smooth-skinned topless female, who had muscled arms and legs. Her only garment was a cloth hiding her pussy. She was a big woman, standing at least 6 feet, but she was not fat at all. She glared at me. "You trespass!" Looking around at the large group that backed her up, I decided trying to run would be futile. "No I am only here visiting." She got closer and I could see her flared cheeks and nostrils. "You trespass!" Trying to diffuse a potential volatile situation, I stayed calm. "Maam, I am not trespasing. I have a Visa and a visitors pass." She then nodded toward the gang standing behind me, and I felt my arms being grabbed and I was held so tightly, that there was no hope for escape. Struggling, my eyes bulged as I verbally protested. There was noting I could to prevent the leader's bare foot from crushing into my groin. Bellowing into the warm air, I fell to the ground and was shoved onto stomach. In no time at all, my clothes were ripped from my body. Someone then tied a long piece of rope around both my wrists, then one of them pulled me to my feet by my hair. The leader held the other end of the rope in front of me, and tugged me along, forcing me to follow as I stubbed my bare toes on pebbles. I was also being shoved from behind. Once I was led into their camp, my wrists were quickly tied together over my head and my legs were spread wide. Utterly naked I'm sure my white skin contrasted deeply with this band of black women. The big woman then glared at me again. "Why did you come here?" Struggling in my bonds and feeling totally helpless, I insisted on my previous statement. She grabbed a handful of my dark hair and slapped me visciously across the face, snapping my head to one side. She repeated the question, and I received a backhander when I repeated my answer. I could hear her gang yelling something in their native language. She whisped into my ear. "They want me to whip you." Feeling frustrated, I begged her for mercy. "We think you're a spy, and I will interrogate you until you confess."..."No please, you're wrong!" That's when she doubled her fist and punched me in the stomach. The wind whooshed from me and I surely would have doubled up if I had not been bound tightly. Then I saw her holding a long, black flogger. My eyes bulged. She went behind me and I waited for the lashes. She didn't disappoint. The hard flash hit me mid-back. I cringed and another followed an inch below the first one. She continued to slash me until my entire back and buttocks felt the searing strokes. Then she walked around front, and continued. My chest, nipples, stomach and thighs felt the sting. Then she fondled by cock and balls gently causing my cock to grow. I could hear the cheers from the attentive audience. Then I heard clapping. She whispered. "They want me to whip your dick!" Suffering from being in this most uncomfortable position, and from the thorough whipping, I was really surprised she was able to get me hard so quickly. I knew what was coming, but I could do nothing when she raised her arm and brought all thirteen tails down hard onto my extended cock. The pain shot through my being and I sagged in my bonds as I let out a wail that I'm sure anybody in this land could hear. My resistance fled my body. The ladies cut me down and I collapsed. The leader barked an order. "Drag him to his tent. I'll interrogate him more later."