314 THE LADY ELLEN PART 3

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314 THE LADY ELLEN PART 3[Throughout these TRUE stories the term’ black’ is used to denote folk of afro /Caribbean origin, it is in no way a derogatory term, the lady loving the sexual enjoyment that these well-hung folk, have brought her and rather than name names she has chosen to use this term]Foxy Lady is a sex cinema at Bilston showing non-stop porn and with the odd live female going watching the porn! It is not usually long before guys do porn of their own and the female is the one that receives… I was taken one afternoon by two guys from the group to Foxy lady not knowing what it was about till I got there…it`s very small holds about 30 people and just rows of seats so as we walked in, men turned around to see who it was…I was taken to a row about half way told to sit in the middle of them and do as I was told.The guys with me soon started to get my tits out and my jeans undone and pulled down my legs…I was trying to watch the video! Somebody from behind grabbed my tits and squeezed very hard and forced me to stand, that allowed my jeans and panties to be pulled right down to my ankles and a hand went between my legs and finger my fanny. The guys that had taken me there got up and just walked out leaving me at the mercy of anybody that wanted me.Yes, I got fucked in my arse and my cunt an I was being used by strangers though I did not care at all, all I wanted was cocks. The guys that took me to the cinema came back after an hour or more and picked me up, but by then I could not find my clothes, in fact I never got them back, so I was given a coat to put around myself and told to bring it back the next day.Later in the month, I was invited to a party, well invited may be a bit of a misnomer…It was a party at the farm…I had been kept in the kennels naked but fed illegal bahis and watered for a couple of days…I knew I was going to be abused because I was allowed in doors to shower and to remove all my body hair. that happened with a mixed group of men and women watching me, one of the group taking over the razor and shaving even my head At the appointed hour, and don’t forget I didn’t know what was prepared for me or when, I was led naked on a lead into the play area, there were quite a number of the group present and they enjoyed watching me secured as was normal on the session’s, on the wooden pallet I had come to know as my place on these occasions. tight-tied, my legs soon had rope securing around the ankles too and tied wide open at the knees to some upright metal posts…Wide open now, I watched terrified as one of the medical-men I knew from the group approached me hypodermic in hand, he smiled at me and then slowly injected the area round my clitorise and its hood, in the labia and the surrounding areas though thankfully I thought at that time, neither the hood or the nub itself, lots of small but very painful injections presumably of local anaesthetic and my god did it hurt. I screamed over and over as each injection filled my soft tender skin, each scream to the joy of the watching folk, who were obviously becoming very excited.The pain wracked area was becoming numb, I still had no idea what was happening, having expected a pussy whipping, hot wax or something like that, but this was oh so different and oh so intimidating. The medic departed leaving me in pain but numbing slowly and sobbing. I was left on that cold hard wooden pallet for what seemed like a lifetime, spread as I was exposed to the world, numb and cool.Another man appeared, this one his skin shining illegal bahis siteleri ebony in the lighting, stripped to the waist, smiling sadistically as he approached, taking care to show me the scalpel blade held in his rubber gloved hand, prodding me in the numb area with a thick rubber finger to ensure I was ready, but not too numb, a touch on my clit confirmed that it and the hood could still feel, they needed me to feel the terrible pain I was about to receive, I instantly knew it.We had talked loosely of having my hood reduced some months ago, they, these medical-folk, discussing it with me one time, casually in conversation, them explaining that a woman would be more receptive to any tiny sexual touch or whatever if the clit was more exposed and me, naive soul, had agreed, saying that it sounded fine, expecting the procedure to be undertaken in a clinic somewhere if it ever happened! I actually thought it was one of those pie in the sky ideas as occasionally these medico`s are prone to come up with, but I took it was just a passing suggestion, had I taken the suggestion seriously, I should have remembered by now, and realised what was going on, but now I was beginning to get the idea, to realise what was about to happen and the cold terror gripped me.The crowd went quiet, as slowly I felt that blade slither across the skin of my hood, then an unbelievable pain roared through my supposedly numb sex, I raised myself to the small extent of the bindings, desperately trying to break free, my scream echoing around the big, very full room, my eyes on this evil, smiling man happily cutting away at some part of me, removing a part my sexual kit I couldn’t quite see, to the utter joy of the watching audience! The men loving my raw screams and the few women no doubt canlı bahis siteleri involuntarily squeezing their thighs together, imagining it happening to them. But it wasn’t, was it, it was happening to me and me alone here, secured like a sacrifice on my wooden altar, in front of the ghouls that were here just to hear me scream, and to watch me be mutilated.It seemed like slow motion as that blade progressed. The hot, intense pain transmitting its message`s to my brain as the bloody section of hood-skin was slowly removed. He sprayed the area, holding a small section of me up for the baying crowd to enjoy. A second man holding a small k**ney tray took the limp pink scrap to show the crowd close up, to prove how much of me was gone as the first man clamped my tender clit tight in a set of sprung grips. Again, I began to roar and rant as the new wave of pain, shot through me. They had said I would have more feeling, those bastards were absolutely correct, Horrendous pain shot through me once again and as I lost consciousness I knew they had mutilated the small but very receptive centre of my sexual world.I came around, to an empty room, the watching crowd had gone, my legs still securely held wide open, still on the pallet, my body released though, so I sat up as well as I could eager to see what had been done to me.The medico had been waiting my return, now silently mirror in hand, he placed it between my knees, showing me just what had been done, surprisingly there was only a little blood around, my once lovely hood had been shorn to half of its size, the clit now exposed for over half its erect length, and to my horror it had been pierced, a short chain now connecting the tiny nub with its new ring to the old piercing they had inserted some time ago. Laughing the man told me that from now on I would be permanently excited, knicker contact would be enough to trigger a climax as I walked, and water from the shower would also be enough to set me off now. He said I should be grateful! This has proved to be totally correct

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