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Spanish Donkey

Part 5

Diana’s Nightmare

Diana’s Nightmare

 

Tuesday morning Miss Nelson stepped out of the bus dressed in her new uniform. During the bus ride, with an express order of not sitting down, some gentlemen took great pleasure in first molesting her to afterwards force her to ride with the miniskirt over her hips. It was quite a sight seeing a young and pretty black woman riding a public bus with her privates on show. Her white high heeled boots highlighted her pretty dark legs, following them up a nude and cleanly shaven black twat hit the eye. Diana had big, soft lips which were clearly visible, particularly today with her very swollen ones, as a consequence of yesterday’s abuse.

 

Her white plastic miniskirt seemed a cheap belt all crumpled on her hips, but it nicely framed her most interesting parts. Between this false belt and the transparent white gauze she wore by way of a top, her naked black skin greeted again the eye. Not that her juicy melons were not on sight, but the gauze shaded them off, showing them in a more erotic and less blatant way.

 

Blatant was the way her round and prominent ass greeted the gents standing behind her. It was near to imperative to at least fondle it, even for women. Most of them clapped or really spanked it, but that was the politically correct way to handle an ass like that. And nowadays people are politically very correct.

 

For Miss Nelson the most degrading and humiliating item of her outfit was the enormous white ball gag she was forced to wear. Not that the white rabbit-like ears (10 inch large) she wore on her head would have been her first choice, no, or to travel with her hands cuffed behind, unable to even scratch her nose, or to wore a dog collar with great engraved letters reading SLAVE, no, nothing of this made her really happy, but to be forced to keep silence, not importing what, was deeply humiliating. It absolutely dehumanized her to the open world, it chained not only her wonderful body but also her mind.

 

After getting a red ass and whilst enduring the groping of a 15 y/o very eager boy, under father’s strict supervision, she remembered her first day.

 

After some time strapped on the donkey, now she knew very well what it was, a big group of people showed up. The men, dressed casually, seemed in good mood and she thought her practical joke was coming to an end, but when she saw her female colleagues her heart began racing.

 

Some of them looked like hookers, other more like slaves or human pets and others, well, other looked like taken out of a torture chamber.

 

“Ouch” she silently cried, coming back to the present. The boy had just found her clit and was pinching it, hard. He was trying to get it out.

 

Ouch., please it hurts’ Instinctively she tried to withdraw her hurting pussy from his abusing hands.

 

“Slap, slap” the boy’s father spanked her with the aim of forcing her pelvis out again, for his son to go on with his indignities.

 

She immediately stretched her former private cunt again into the teen’s hand, for him to go on exploring, groping and enjoying.

 

The bus rider smiled, cheered and applauded.

 

Monday

 

“First a small formality” Peter Murkowski had said and without further ado he groped and squeezed one of her tits with his left hand.

Wha…?”Diana opened her pretty mouth just to find a big white ball-gag coming in. Peter thoughtless cinched it to her head.

 

Bewildered she first looked at him, than at her bemused audience and than she started to struggle. To no avail. Her body was fully trapped. Her tits got groped from, this time from behind, fingers found the place where her legs join, hands where everywhere.

 

MMMhhhhhh

NNNNhhhhh

 

“Good morning” MM said entering his office. “After the usual pleasantries I would like to start working”

 

Diana heard and saw the director coming straight to her and she felt relieved. The fact that he slapped two or three asses on the way didn’t fit into her scheme …

 

Mmmhhhh” “MMMMMMMMhhhhh” Suddenly the bar was rising. Diana tiptoed to avoid it, but the bar rose inexorably and cut each time deeper into her slit.

 

‘Stop it, it is splitting me…’ Thought Diana trying with all her forces to stop it.

 

The Harem knew too well what Diana was feeling, but instead of pity, they felt an erotic kick. It was like an exorcism of very well known demons. Now it was another’s woman slit which was being crushed, another woman’s dignity being stripped away, another clit suffering and this absence of pain was translated as pleasure by their brains.

 

 Of course their male colleagues fondled and played with them all they wanted, but the pain was reserved for that black beauty. To tell the truth being forced to remain sexually available had an arousing effect, so they rather welcomed fondling hands or erect cocks. The prospect of refusing them and ride Horos was to horrible to even think about it.

 

Miss Nelson, but, was still thinking in terms of abuse and normality, and it was unacceptable to her that her body was being molested. The high discomfort, near to pain, she was feeling avoided nevertheless, a clear evaluation of her pitifully situation. The devilish bar was now well fitted between her sex lips making her slit seem big and invitingly to exploring fingers. Her tits, now full on display, were undergoing also heavily massage and kneading.

 

‘My god these people are crazy. Heeeelp. Police. Aaahh, stop this bar. My pussy is hurting.’

 

MM was happy. Her melons looked as wonderful in the nude as he had imagined, even better. Again he squeezed one in his hand, searching direct eye-contact. The soft flesh and smooth skin were so perfectly malleable, ‘as docile as you will become’ he thought playing with his thumb nail on her nipple.

 

Hey leave it alone. Stop. Auuch. What are you doing? No, the nipple not, Auch, leave me alone. My god this bar is killing me. Please stop the bar.’ Miss Nelson’s mind was a whirlpool.

 

And she couldn’t talk, she couldn’t tell her feelings, ideas, needs. She just could feel. Feel a bar deepening into her sex. Feel fingers next to that bar, feel hands mauling her breast, feel humiliation, and feel pain, lots of pain.

 

HHHHmmmmmmmm” ‘Not, don’t shake like this.’MMMMhhhh” ‘Pleeeeease I’m not mad about you, please, just stop thaaaaaaaaaaaaa……”

 

The increase in the pain level was due to Miss Miller’s action. Aaron, getting excited had taken his colleague from behind and was enjoying the spectacle with his better part deep in his colleague’s ass.

 

This latter, overexcited and humiliated of being ass fucked like a common whore, had press the white button, as a kind of revenge. She cummed on Aaron’s cock just knowing how that black cunt would soon burn.

 

The bar started heating, and a hot bar pressing and moving direct on a clit was something uncomfortable, to say the less.

 

Diana would express it as an unbearable torture developed in a sick mind, perhaps cause it was her clit getting the treatment.

 

“Nice” Omar said entering Mister Milwaukee’s office. And the picture he saw was nice. In the center of it, a pretty black woman, with her enormous tits on show, was slowly shaking. Her cunt was perfectly outlined, by a bar deeply pressed into it. Her full bum menaced to explode. Gigantic eyes pitifully looked at him, searching help or silent answers. Silent cause of the monster ball-gag. To both sides of this slave-to-be, women dressed as porno actresses or openly showing their goods were undergoing any imaginable form of molesting, groping or fucking.

Women supposed to be educated school teacher, were crawling on their fours with their male colleagues toe fucking them.

 

“Ah, Omar, this is Miss Nelson” Mr. Milwaukee said “she’s the new teacher we were awaiting”

“Hi Teach” Omar greeted “we’ve already had a first contact this morning” Omar had approached the suffering woman and started groping her exposed boobs.

 

‘Is nobody normal?’ How he dares to molest me like this, ooohh my cunt, God, I’m splitting’

 

After some more abuse suddenly scissors were cutting her clothes away. Withdrawing her soaked and deeply inserted panties was humiliating; humiliating and painful.

 

Once naked but for her socks and sneakers the welcome party went on.

The ball-gag remained as deeply inserted in her mouth as the bar was sinking into her naked cunt.

 

As it is well known, the effect of Horos increases exponentially. After two hours Miss Diana Nelson didn’t care anymore about being naked, or being molested, or being gagged. She was hurting. HURTING. She was near to insanity. The pain in her cunt fully absorbed all her attention. Hands, fingers and cocks freely played with her fixed form. Kneaded her generous breasts, elongated her nipples, pinched her clit, squeezed her ass, etc. She didn’t fight back, she only pleaded for mercy, silently, with her eyes, cooperating with any abuser, showing willingness. She would agree with whatever, to avoid the splitting bar, none fate was worse then being left on it.

 

Suddenly the bar stopped shaking, heating and pressing. The first she though was ‘I’ve died’, but unlucky for her she hadn’t, she was still fully alive and aware.

 

“I, Miss Diana Nelson, 29 y/o, in full command of my faculties” Double M started reading the document which was going to change her life. She was going to sign away her freedom, all her possessions and finally her status as human being,

 

“…as my ancestors who were brought to America in chains I yearn to become a slave, an object, a commodity…” Mister Milwaukee went on.

 

All the professoriate of faculty members was solemnly listening to Diana’s enslavement document.

Even there was little solemnity in Miss Vanessa Wolfensohn on her fours sucking Omar’s Dick and fucking herself on Hubert’s toe or in Julia Carpenter’s acrobatic back bow with Aaron’s hand deep in her slit and Peter’s cock deep in her snout, this latter was sitting on a chair with both his hands molesting Miss Carpenter’s tits.    

 

But the silence was at least solemn.

 

“ … I reckon Mister Milwaukee as my legitimate Owner, as my rightful Master, as my God. He may decide upon my life or death, he may alter my worthless body to his very convenience, he may tattoo, enlarge or ring any part of it disregarding how painfully or humiliating it would be.

I swear I’ll obey all and every order given by him or by persons he may name…

 

‘My god, they are crazy, this is insane, I can’t…’ Miss Nelson’s mind was turmoil. Well she knew that or she signed the document or the bar would again rise. That sooner or later she’d to give in, but it’s not easy for a young, pretty, intelligent, free woman to accept that she’s no longer a person, to accept that even a dog has more rights than her. That from now on her opinion was worthless and nobody would be interested in it when fucking her cunt, using her mouth or mating her with a dog, just for fun. Their fun, not her fun, their enjoyment, their kicks; she was just the means for them to enjoy.

 

“…and as my ancestors when they were brought to America I’ll never again speak the language of the white man…”

 

When finally MM had read the whole document a deafening applause started spontaneously, applause mixed with groans, moans and occasionally whines. The reason therefore was that the males didn’t applaud in the normal way but spanking with both hands any available female colleague.

 

Diana undersigned her downfall: naked, gagged, on her fours and whimpering, with male hands all over her body, with fingers in her cunt and ass Miss Diana Nelson certified her slavery

 

After getting her collar Omar got a leash and took the new teacher to meet Mister Milwaukee’s school students. Defeated and naked but for her sneakers, with her hands tied behind, Diana followed him to be shown, like a prize animal, to a group of horny teens.

 

“Hey that’s a teacher” she heard “I like the way she shows her subjects”. She flushed. She used to be shy about her nudity, and now she was publicly displayed like a circus animal.

 

The whole day she was toyed with, touched, pinched and exhibited. After lunch a group of girls, GIRLS ! took great pleasure in shaving her bush away. Not even the last protection remained.

 

The girls not only shaved but fumbled and toyed with clever hands on her available sex.

 

The eroticism of the whole situation was also and very to her dismay, arousing her.

 

‘I’ve been stripped of my clothes, my dignity, my freedom’ she thought whilst small finger invaded her ‘ and now they are stripping me …….oh god stop touching like that…’

 

The former proud and shy Miss Nelson wriggled excited under the giggling girls’ hands. Her ample bosom was felt up by many of them, her big ass was being kneaded a lot and her cunt was the big star. It got most of the attention. They elongated her labia, probed with fingers, stimulated her clit, caressed, finger fucked and shaved.

 

‘… they are stripping away my…my…my …aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

 

Her cunt literally oozed. The biggest orgasm she had ever had, hit her. There in front of what should be her students and petted by girls she cum, and cum and cum.

 

The girls loved it and went on shaving her, toying with her, humiliating and degrading her and making her cum once and again, before dismissing her.

 

After lunch and with a neatly shaven cunt the attention she got was again enormous.  There were not many black slaves and to have one pretty female as a slave boosted everybody’s imagination.

 

Finally school was over and her owner outlined her new life to her.

 

She learned how she had to dress form now. Well, to call it ‘to dress’ is overstretching this word’s meaning. It should be called ‘to put on show’ or ‘to frame’ but not to dress.

 

Her dress code allowed only sex enhancing items. Her tits, cunt and ass had to remain very available. A gag should always keep her silent and her hands should not be free, her neck was enclosed in her slave labeled dog collar.

 

Finally she learned about her rabbit ears.

 

“In a few days you’ll be living at my place” MM informed her forcing his thick cock into her swollen pussy from behind whilst he kneaded both her fleshy boobs “I’ve a nice cage waiting for you” he emphasized cage with a hip movement “but for this week you are going to come to school by bus”

 

‘NO, NOT BY BUS’ her head screamed “not dressed like that.

 

“I see you enjoy the idea” MM ironically commented misunderstanding on purpose her wriggling and moaning.

 

“Of course you are not allowed on chairs, they are for human beings, so you’ll have to enjoy your trips standings in midst of a crowed bus, chained and gagged”

 

Tuesday,

 

She managed to leave the bus on her station, and went to school. By passers occasionally petted her ass, squeezed a boob or cupped her clean cunt, but all in all, she arrived the school grounds without further problems.

 

How easy she had accepted her new status. The same woman who yesterday was shocked cause someone softly fondled her dressed ass, was grateful today cause people were ‘only’ fondling her naked and shaven cunt, out in the open.

 

Yes, put a Spanish Donkey into your live and it will improve to unknown peaks.

 

The End

 

 

 

 


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