M meets the McGuffins - Finale
A single flickering kerosene lantern set in the middle of a card table cast a ghostly flickering yellow glow through the confines of the plank walled barn. Four men each seated on high back wooden chairs at each of the four sides of the square wooden table each stared at the five playing cards held in their hands.
"Pa was sure hard on the old bitch. I ain't seen a whippin' like that since ma accidently bit his cock when we was just kids." quipped Job as he tossed the five cards he was holding down on the table and said "I'm out."
"Yeah I sure wish pa would let me cut her down....I could use another blowjob right now an I bet she won't dare do no cock bitin' after a whippin' like that." said Luke as he raised his bearded head and looked into the darkest region of the barn where a wraith like figure of a pale skinned naked woman with a slender lithe figure hung silently by her wrists bound together by a coarse hemp rope to a square timber rafter high over her head.
The bare chested Job rose from and his the chair and pushed it behind him, reached down and lifted a gallon pottery jug from the floor and placed the opening o his lips. Grimacing as the bitter tasting corn liquor flowed into his mouth he gulped down the fluid and then still holding the jug by it's neck he walked towards the suspended woman.
M's head had sagged forward and her chin rested on her bare chest as though she was asleep. Her sweat sodden grey hair was dishevelled and hanging down over her forehead.
Job gripped a fistful of that hair and jerked the woman's head up so that he could look into her face and said "I'd like nothin better than ta cut ya down and get ya to suck my cock but pa says ya gotta hang here till sunup."
M did not answer wih any coherent words from her quivering lips and the man's fist opened and her head lolled forward once again.
The whipping had taken place three hours previous and the twenty long raised welts crisscrossing her entire body which were created by the heavy lash had turned purple and no longer were they oozing blood where they crossed and broke through the skin.
The twelve lashes M had received while hanging from the rope were even more severe than the previous eight at the post for the simple reason that the old man had full access to her body as it hung naked and fully exposed for the whip to follow every curve of her shapely body.
The small firm breasts could not be pressed against a post to protect them and they had been the focus of six of the whipstrokes.
The bullwhip cut fissures of fire like agony across M's back then followed the curvature of her slender torso and the swell of the hanging flesh bags which bounced and swayed with each whip stroke.
M was weak from the previous whipping and her ordeal satisfying the lust of four young men with her mouth, cunt and ass that she barely wimpered as the her body swayed and twisted from the force of the leather lash.
The massive and still muscular arm swinging the whip expertly laid the braided thong precisely where he wished on the fully available woman's naked body and after demolishing M's once unblemished tits he paused to examine his handiwork.
M winced as a calloused hand lifted the left breast and crushed the battered flesh bag as he closed his massive fist saying "Too bad your tits are so small or I'd give these another ten just for the fun of seeing them bounce." M slowly lifted her head and gasped in pain groaning 'please no more.". The big man replied with a laugh "Oh no bitch....I ain't done with ya yet. You got a lot more comin'"
M's head had sagged back and she stared at the roof with vacant tear filled eyes as the old man released the breast and stepped back once gain behind the fastened body and allowed the whip to uncoil with a dull thud onto the rough hewn boards of the barn floor.
The whip whistled in the dank musty air and landed on the woman's naked ass with an earsplitting "CRAAAAAAAAAACK". The supple lash wrapped across the flare of the feminine hip and angled down over the gentle curve of belly flesh and the tip buried into the triangle bush covering the pubic mound and struck the labia beneath.
"Ya got her cunt, Pa." Job shouted. M's body shuddered and jolted as though struck with an electric shock and then sagged as consciousness began to slip away when the flames between her legs rose up to consume her entire abdomen.
A vicious backhand stroke duplicated the searing agony on the opposite hip and once again the whip made contact with M's labia. The body swung around and the third stroke landed across her belly and followed the contours of her lithe body and cut a path of scarlet across her sof pillow like ass cheeks. M's legs spread wide unashamedly and revealed the gaping pink folds of her slit slit still dripping semen and the brownish skinned labia which were adorned with two crimson welts.
The whip was pulled back and then once again rose from the floor like a viper and struck the gap between the labia flaps and crushed the protruding worm like clitoris. It was too much for the exhausted woman could bear and a curtain of red descended over m's vision and then the fire consuming her loins subsided to glowing embers and her knees buckled as her head sagged forward. A stream of yellow flowed down onto the wooden planks between her wide spread legs as her body went limp.
"Ah fuck! I was just getting started and now the cunt fainted..... well leave the bitch hanging till sunrise."
In the pre dawn hours red and blue flashes of light lightened the darkness as a convoy of state trooper cars and SUV's sped towards the house and barn. The men still engrossed in a poker game in the barn jumped up from the chairs as the vehicle doors were flung open and men holding assault rifles and pistols exited from them. The old man and his sons stepped out onto the yard and were quickly surrounded by the armed policemen and one tall heavy set black man in civilian clothes.
Within minutes the McGuffin family were handcuffed, advised of their rights and arrested.
Gene entered the barn and rushed towards the naked woman hanging by her wrists and carefully held her unconscious body in his powerful arms as he untied the rope hanging from an overhead beam.
He carried her like a baby outside and towards a waiting ambulance.
What the men had failed to notice when M was captured was that her phone was still operating from inside the Audi sports car and the police were able to trace her location once Gene reported her missing.
M's ordeal at the hands of the McGuffins was over.
"Pa was sure hard on the old bitch. I ain't seen a whippin' like that since ma accidently bit his cock when we was just kids." quipped Job as he tossed the five cards he was holding down on the table and said "I'm out."
"Yeah I sure wish pa would let me cut her down....I could use another blowjob right now an I bet she won't dare do no cock bitin' after a whippin' like that." said Luke as he raised his bearded head and looked into the darkest region of the barn where a wraith like figure of a pale skinned naked woman with a slender lithe figure hung silently by her wrists bound together by a coarse hemp rope to a square timber rafter high over her head.
The bare chested Job rose from and his the chair and pushed it behind him, reached down and lifted a gallon pottery jug from the floor and placed the opening o his lips. Grimacing as the bitter tasting corn liquor flowed into his mouth he gulped down the fluid and then still holding the jug by it's neck he walked towards the suspended woman.
M's head had sagged forward and her chin rested on her bare chest as though she was asleep. Her sweat sodden grey hair was dishevelled and hanging down over her forehead.
Job gripped a fistful of that hair and jerked the woman's head up so that he could look into her face and said "I'd like nothin better than ta cut ya down and get ya to suck my cock but pa says ya gotta hang here till sunup."
M did not answer wih any coherent words from her quivering lips and the man's fist opened and her head lolled forward once again.
The whipping had taken place three hours previous and the twenty long raised welts crisscrossing her entire body which were created by the heavy lash had turned purple and no longer were they oozing blood where they crossed and broke through the skin.
The twelve lashes M had received while hanging from the rope were even more severe than the previous eight at the post for the simple reason that the old man had full access to her body as it hung naked and fully exposed for the whip to follow every curve of her shapely body.
The small firm breasts could not be pressed against a post to protect them and they had been the focus of six of the whipstrokes.
The bullwhip cut fissures of fire like agony across M's back then followed the curvature of her slender torso and the swell of the hanging flesh bags which bounced and swayed with each whip stroke.
M was weak from the previous whipping and her ordeal satisfying the lust of four young men with her mouth, cunt and ass that she barely wimpered as the her body swayed and twisted from the force of the leather lash.
The massive and still muscular arm swinging the whip expertly laid the braided thong precisely where he wished on the fully available woman's naked body and after demolishing M's once unblemished tits he paused to examine his handiwork.
M winced as a calloused hand lifted the left breast and crushed the battered flesh bag as he closed his massive fist saying "Too bad your tits are so small or I'd give these another ten just for the fun of seeing them bounce." M slowly lifted her head and gasped in pain groaning 'please no more.". The big man replied with a laugh "Oh no bitch....I ain't done with ya yet. You got a lot more comin'"
M's head had sagged back and she stared at the roof with vacant tear filled eyes as the old man released the breast and stepped back once gain behind the fastened body and allowed the whip to uncoil with a dull thud onto the rough hewn boards of the barn floor.
The whip whistled in the dank musty air and landed on the woman's naked ass with an earsplitting "CRAAAAAAAAAACK". The supple lash wrapped across the flare of the feminine hip and angled down over the gentle curve of belly flesh and the tip buried into the triangle bush covering the pubic mound and struck the labia beneath.
"Ya got her cunt, Pa." Job shouted. M's body shuddered and jolted as though struck with an electric shock and then sagged as consciousness began to slip away when the flames between her legs rose up to consume her entire abdomen.
A vicious backhand stroke duplicated the searing agony on the opposite hip and once again the whip made contact with M's labia. The body swung around and the third stroke landed across her belly and followed the contours of her lithe body and cut a path of scarlet across her sof pillow like ass cheeks. M's legs spread wide unashamedly and revealed the gaping pink folds of her slit slit still dripping semen and the brownish skinned labia which were adorned with two crimson welts.
The whip was pulled back and then once again rose from the floor like a viper and struck the gap between the labia flaps and crushed the protruding worm like clitoris. It was too much for the exhausted woman could bear and a curtain of red descended over m's vision and then the fire consuming her loins subsided to glowing embers and her knees buckled as her head sagged forward. A stream of yellow flowed down onto the wooden planks between her wide spread legs as her body went limp.
"Ah fuck! I was just getting started and now the cunt fainted..... well leave the bitch hanging till sunrise."
In the pre dawn hours red and blue flashes of light lightened the darkness as a convoy of state trooper cars and SUV's sped towards the house and barn. The men still engrossed in a poker game in the barn jumped up from the chairs as the vehicle doors were flung open and men holding assault rifles and pistols exited from them. The old man and his sons stepped out onto the yard and were quickly surrounded by the armed policemen and one tall heavy set black man in civilian clothes.
Within minutes the McGuffin family were handcuffed, advised of their rights and arrested.
Gene entered the barn and rushed towards the naked woman hanging by her wrists and carefully held her unconscious body in his powerful arms as he untied the rope hanging from an overhead beam.
He carried her like a baby outside and towards a waiting ambulance.
What the men had failed to notice when M was captured was that her phone was still operating from inside the Audi sports car and the police were able to trace her location once Gene reported her missing.
M's ordeal at the hands of the McGuffins was over.
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