Kidnap II: Black Paradise

Chapter III: Boxing out

I was given an entire minute or two to rest and by then my breathing was probably back to almost normal. My legs and arms were not, however, and so I was still sitting on the ground when Tamara came up with a pair of leather cuffs and secured my hands behind my back. She grabbed one arm below the shoulder and hoisted me to my feet.

I looked over and I saw Lakisha helping Shamika put on a pair of boxing gloves. Tamara slapped me on the back, “you’re tough, just take it. An hour of bondage, to get out of that, you can take it.”

“Go” someone yelled and Shamika came toward me with the boxing gloves on and evil in her eye. I on the other hand had no gloves and couldn’t use my hands to defend me. Shamika came in, threw a punch, I dodged. She threw another and I twisted and moved sideways. This was a no win situation, she could hit me or she could not hit me while I expended energy. I couldn’t hit her. So I could loose or not loose, but I couldn’t knock her out.

I’d taken a few blows when I heard “five hours” called out. Shamika was wild and energetic but not powerful. If it was Tamara doing this to me I’d be out all ready. I missed a faint and Shamika put a punch into my stomach and I bent over and wobbled back. She swung her other hand at my face and I continued bending and dodged it just in time. I spun around and backed away and then had to bounce off the ropes and move aside to stop her next assault.

“Don’t fall down,” Tamara shouted, “you hit the deck, fight ends.”

What could I do? I certainly couldn’t take five hours of bondage and it was only a matter of a short period of time before she landed one on me and I tipped over. Shamika came in again, swinging away. I dodged past her and swung out a leg, hitting her in the knee. She stumbled and fell forward, getting tangled in the ropes. I backed off and took a moment to breath while she picked herself up. “Four hours.”

She took a while to get going, as she was angry now and flailing a bit. We went around the same thing again, her boxing, me dodging until I heard “three hours.”

“Be careful, boy, be careful.” I said that to myself. If I could get it to two hours I’d feel better. One would be great, but two.

Shamika calmed down and started stalking me. She started throwing punches, but with purpose. She kept pushing me back towards the corner. I tried to break out, but she’d put her body into mine, leaning a shoulder into my chest, and keep driving me back. I was so tired now, I felt like giving up. That was a dangerous feeling, leads to mistakes. But I was so tired.

I realized I’d let her herd me into the corner, and pinned there, I was a sitting duck. She began to work me over, pounding blows into my midsection. I kept twisting but was just absorbing them now. “Two hours.” Thank god.

She stopped for a second, and I nearly fell over, it was almost just her blows keeping me up now. She wasn’t that strong, but after all this time, I was almost gone. She went back to working at me, but stopped again. I looked at her. She looked at me. She had promised to make me beg, and time was running out.

“You want just one hour of bondage, no more than that, no more blows?”

“Yes, Mistress, please, just one hour of all that,” I said, casting a glance at the pile.

She swung at me, “Beg!”

` “Please, Mistress, please, no more blows. Please. You’ve won. I can’t take it any more.

“One hour, if you kneel.”

I fell to my knees in front of her, looking up at her. She placed her hands on her hips. Chest heaving, sweaty, she was so sexy. I leaned forward, and gently kissed one sweaty leg just above the knee.

The other girls had climbed in the ring. “One hour, he got off easy!” I heard one cry. Then they began my bondage.

There had been quite a pile of gear put in the corner, but it didn’t register exactly what it was. I found out now. First, a thick, wide collar went around the neck. It was scooped out a bit in front under my chin, but still kept my head erect. Then a muzzle was placed over my mouth. My hands had already been bound behind my back for a while, but these were released and I was allowed to flex a bit. Breathing through the muzzle was restricted and I continued to puff and gasp. I should calm down but it was taking a while.

I was rolled on my back and one of the girls held my arms to the ground above my head. Two of them grabbed a leg each and pulled them apart, not that I was resisting much. Shamika was the remaining girl and she put a wide belt around my waist. This had some flap that dropped down in front and I soon found that my cock was being pulled upright and strapped onto this flap. She stood up and admired her work. “Cock in the air, boy, you look so helpless now.”

She went and grabbed a spreader bar with cuffs on either end. This went over my knees securing my legs halfway spread. Keota was holding my arms and she let go. It was only temporary. Another belt went around my upper torso, just under my nipples. This also had cuffs on the side and my elbows were put into these, pinning my upper arms to my side. With this done, my wrists were brought in front and cuffed into wide leather cuffs. A strap ran from these cuffs up to the torso strap, keeping me from lowering my wrists.

They weren’t done. The collar at my neck had a big ring on its front and this was connected by another strap to the middle of the knee spreader bar. This strap was pulled up, bringing my neck closer to my knees. My thighs were tight against my lower arms as well now.

Only my ankles were unsecured in this folded tie, and I knew that would soon be fixed. Sure enough they were each circled by a wide leather cuff. These were connected by a light strap up to my waist strap. This was also drawn in, pulling my ankles up against the back of my thighs.

And there I was. Three of them stood up and looked at me while Keota got the final strap. This went from the back of my neck collar to a ring corner post, just in case I was going to move anyplace in this get up. I looked at them, just able to raise my eyes enough to see up at them. I was on my butt, feet drawn in, neck pulled forward, arms immobilized. A secure tie, but one that I could probably take for a while. How would I pass an hour?

It turned out that I was to get quite the show. All that fighting and wrestling had stirred the girls up and they began to touch their sweaty, naked bodies together. Shamika and Keota were the first to kiss, the light brown curvy body of the former molding into the sculpted lines of the latter. Soon, Keota dived for Shimika’s pussy and they were rolling on the mats with Shamika’s legs wrapped around Keota’s head. Shamika began to moan and heave and thrash about.

But Tamara and Lakisha were also putting on a show, the two big girls wrestling erotically, rubbing crotch to crotch. It was half fighting, half fucking and all hot. They were kissing deeply, their arms wrapped around each other and squeezing hard. They had their legs around one leg of the other right at the upper thigh, allowing each to put pressure on the pussy of the other and they were bending back and forth, grunting and moaning until one, I think it was Lakisha, began to scream with her orgasm.

The other three soon followed. All this time I’d been growing harder and harder, but I could not get my hands to my cock. It surged hard against the confining leather bonds creating the most intense sensation of frustration.

No sooner had the four finished the first round than Tamara leap up and went over to the corner of the ring. Not all of the pile of bondage implements had been used on me, I saw a few left. These turned out to be strapons, black leather holding an impressive black cock. Tamara tossed on to Lakisha and put another one on her self. These had a little stubby cock to go in the pussy, to receive some friction when the main implement was in use.

So it was couples change about. Shamika and Keota unwrapped themselves, and then lay side by side on their backs. Tamara and Lakisha took up positions above and slowly lowered themselves, Tamara onto Shamika, and Lakisha on to the slightly smaller Keota. Soon the two bigger girls were pounding away while Shamika and Keota went back to kissing and fondling each other.

But if I thought I’d seen everything from my bound position in the corner, I would find out that things were just getting started. Tamara apparently had just banged Shamika to get lubed up for she withdrew fairly soon. Lakisha got off Keota and Keota rolled over on all fours. There was some clambering around and pretty soon Lakisa was on her back, black strapon cock projecting in the air. Keota lowered her slim body on top of this only to be followed by Tamara probing the lean girl’s ass. Keota was getting it both ways and bouncing all over from the double probing.

This threesome had left Shamika of the unshaved pussy out in the cold. That wouldn’t do and she got on her back and positioned herself so that Keota could start eating her out. Shamika wrapped her legs around Keota’s head and I could see that the pussy of death was back in action.

There were a few other positions that I forget. I kept getting overwhelmed by the feeling in my cock and desiring to rip the bonds off and masturbate. The girl’s were working up quite a sweat and their ebony bodies glistened under the lights. How I’d love to lick the sweat off them.

I do remember that after another round of screaming orgasms, Tamara lay back on the mats. Keota knelt beside her head and began to kiss her. Lakisa was positioned farther down and was sucking Tamara’s breast and using her hands on the other one. And Shamika apparently liked to give oral not just receive it for she positioned herself between Tamara’s massive thighs and started licking.

Finally, the four Nubian goddesses were spent and they all lay in a heap, arms, breasts, pussies everywhere letting their breathing come back to normal. As I expected, Tamara was the first to recover and she suddenly bounded to her feet. She came over and stood in front of me. I couldn’t raise my head to see much about the tops of her gigantic legs.

“Yo not even close to finishing that hour, boy. Got another twenty five minutes to go.” I realized how spent I was and how sore I was due to getting stiff from all the exercise. Should I plead to be let go? Or would that just make me a wimp in her eyes? And I did want to be good for Tamara. Lakisha and Shamika got to their feet also, Keota just sat on her butt with her legs in front of her.

Lakisha spoke first, “Much as I’d like the little peckerwood to stay there all night, I got needs. That trough is waiting.” I was getting the feeling that she didn’t like me. What need was this?

Tamara turned back to Keota and asked “What yo think?”

“Put the slave collar on him, that’s so much fun.”

“OK, then, you lucky again boy, get out early.” She went off to the side of the ring and came back with a big metal collar. “You see this boy, this just like they made us wear years ago, now you get to pay back some of the guilt you little liberals feel for doing that bad stuff to us.” She laughed.

The girls let me go, taking me out of bondage. I was made to kneel on all fours while Tamara secured the metal collar around me and locked it shut. Her strong foot was right beside me, covered in sweat, and I couldn’t resist. I moved over and started kissing it, taking in the wonderful smell of a sweaty woman. I felt a metal chain being attached to the collar and soon I was being jerked away.

I started crawling while Lakisha led me by the chain. No one said I should stay down, but I think that was obvious, don’t you? Every few steps, Tamara would slap me on the ass with her foot. We went through the ring ropes and across the room. At one side there appeared to be some sort of bathroom complex, like in a gym. From my crawling position I could only see an opening and a tiled floor.

I crawled through and was tugged off to one side. There was a shower area, and at the front edge of it was a metal trough like you’d use for watering cattle. “Get in,” Lakisha ordered.

I got up, and pulled myself over the edge. I was told to lie on my back and the chain to my collar was unclipped. What now?

Lakisha jumped up and stood on the rim of the trough, legs straddling it. Suddenly she began to piss, a thick stream of warm urine splashing down on my chest. She let out a bellow of relief. “God, fuck, I couldn’t hold that in any longer.” She didn’t even look at me and just jumped off. Tamara was next to assume the position above me and added her stream to the pile that was accumulating around me as it ran off my chest.

Next I’d get a threesome, but not the usual one. Shamika and Keota both got up on the rim, one standing above my feet, facing my head, the other at my head facing my feet. They let loose their contributions in unison.

No sooner had they jumped off, then Tamara’s happy face appeared over the edge. “How that feel?”

“Wonderfully humiliating,” I said truthfully. To receive such a gift from four ebony Mistresses was a rare privilege. Every part of me was wet now, even the back of my head from the runoff and the puddle in the trough.

“Time to clean up!” Tamara said cheerfully and the next thing I knew she was dumping a big bucket of cold water all over me. I gasped and jumped from the shock. But the bigger shock was when Tamara, showing her muscles had not been exhausted by the either the wrestling or the fucking, abruptly tipped over the trough, sending the urine, the water and me all cascading across the shower room floor.

Keota was standing to one side with a hose with a nozzle on the end and she cut loose with that, blasting me with a strong spray of water. “Turn around, get clean,” Tamara ordered and I did. Turning first one way and then another, even getting on my back to let Keota blast my genitals. I got hard again at that, being on my back in the shower, exhibiting my cock to four black women.

The water was cut off and I was motioned to stand up. I did and Tamara grabbed one of my arms in her massive paw and dragged me out of the shower room. I was marched across the room to another area that appeared to be a series of little rooms off a central hall. One door was open and I was thrust inside. It was a bare room except for a small bed with a thin mattress at one side. No sheets. A rude toilet was on the other side. It was a jail cell, slave’s quarters.

The door was shut and Tamara called through it to me, “get some rest, we’ll get you some food and water. There’s more fun later.” And they were gone.