[darkstalker]

sorry i've been away for a bit. so i hope this whets your appetite a bit!
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The cane caning proceeds at even pace, the American puta screaming and begging them to stop, but with a word the girl through sobbing hiccups thanks each man who whips her breasts. The flesh is a nice mottle of purpling skin and burning red across her bronze skin. Hector licks his lips and smiles. There is even some blood running down some of the cuts.
“Now,” says Hector, “turn around, lower your head and offer them that fine ass for the whipping.” She tries to shake her head, no, but he motions with the cane. “Or should we do your back now?”
She turns away, the tears streaming down her face, mucus clogging her nose and dribbling down the edges. Slowly, she bends over, her nice tanned ass sticking up so everyone can see the beautiful bubble she has. He leans down towards her and says, “Now tell them, this whore needs a spanking and would appreciate it if you would spank her hard.”
He lifts away, loving how she shudders visibly but complies. “Th-this whore wishes f-for a spanking and w-would like you t-to sp-spank her.”
She left out the “hard” he thinks. Maybe he’ll punish her for that later. But whatever. Gonzales stands up quickly ready to take the cane. “No. No,” says Hector. “You disobeyed orders. You will be last.”
“Fuck!” says Gonzales, slamming his open palms on the table. The other men smile visibly, a small amount of chatter running amongst them.
“Be proud I didn’t remove all your privileges for the night,” says Hector, pointing to Gonzales with the end of his cane. “Now,” he says, looking over the men, “Jose, how about you start this little bitch off?”
Jose nods his head obediently, his fat lips curving into a grin. He’s an obese dog, thinks Hector, but an obedient one. It will serve him well.
He hands the cane to Jose who takes it, stroking, rubbing the blood between his fingers that stains the wood. Looking from the girl to the cane he raises it and brings it down hard.

“AAAgghhh!” Jennifer yells, feeling the cane beat on flesh with a loud slap. The pain is excruciating and is soon followed by another. And then another. She counts the blows mentally in her head, trying to grit her teeth as each blow comes down on her. Five blows. Five blows exactly.
She bites her lower lip, drawing blood, her eyes watery, the tears streaming down them. Her ass already burns and with eleven more men to go she still has fifty five more blows to her ass to go. How the hell did it ever come to this? Fuck that bastard Craig! Fuck him to hell.
“Are you forgetting something putita?” says the fat man, lowering his girth to her. She squints her eyes, abhorring the fact that she has to thank these men for the abuse.
“Th-thank you f-for spanking m-me...” she says.
She feels the hand come down on her ass with an audible slap making her yelp. The fat beefy man rubs her end, fondling it. “No problem,” says the fat man. “Soon I’ll give you something else for that big American ass of yours puta.”
“Ye-yes,” she says quietly.
She feels thick fingers gripping her hair, jerking it up. “Don’t let me find you forgetting your lines again puta,” says the fat man with the hat. “Or else they will cane your back seven times apiece!” He spits in her face, some of the sickly fluid making its way beneath her eye lid. She doesn’t even bother to clean it up, a low whine coming from her lips.
Seven? How would her back take seven blows from each man? How...
“Carlos,” says Hector, “you’re next.”
“Thank you padre,” says the man, taking the cane.
Jennifer simply squeezes her eyes shut awaiting the blows.

Hector smiles. The girl takes each blow like a trooper. If a trooper takes it blubbering and crying. But she remembers to thank each man at the end. The blows keep her body shaking, the slap slap followed by her yelps music to his ears. And with each blow that beautiful ass becomes redder and darker, the lashes crisscrossing one another.
Sometimes she falls but she gets up again, leaning back down, her rear end visibly shaking as she prostrates herself and asks the men to continue. And then the screaming begins anew. But it is over too quickly. Ten men finish up with the puta fast and she is on the ground, panting and sobbing, the mucus and tears flowing down.
He taps the cane on his fat hand, looking at Gonzales, considering wether he should give him the cane or not. Finally he relents, but as he hands the cane he keeps hold of it. “Five,” he whispers severely. “No more.”
The man jerks the cane away and nods. Hector is a bit worried about this man, but he will at least give a show.

Thin fingers grip Jennifer’s hair, wrenching her head back. “Remember me puta?” says a man’s voice, thick with whiskey. “I’m back!” He runs his tongue over her ear, making her shiver visibly. “That fine ass of yours, it won’t look so fine when I’m done with it!”
He pushes her head back and shivering she waits for the blows to come down. The first comes down with a loud crackt making her arch her back suddenly, a scream ripping from her lips. The crowd themselves gasps, surprised with the man’s ferocity.
“Come on man!” says one, “you don’t want to break her before we have the chance to stick her!”
“Shut up!” yells the man, and the cane comes crashing down on her tender flesh anew, with vigorous force.
“AAAhhhhh!!” she yells. This is too much! She tries to turn when the blow comes down on her ass again, sending her face forward into the floor with a crunch.
“Keep your face on the floor and you ass in the air puta!” he yells and gives her a sharp kick in the rump for emphasis. She simply cries, keeping her body close to the floor, the tears coming freely and continuously. The next blow comes with frightening force, a crackt echoing from the wood of the cane. She screams, her lungs burning with the expulsion of air but everyone simply stares, clapping hands.
“Come on Jose! Daselo! Daselo!”
The fist pump in the air the chants coming and the final blow lands. It lands with a crunch and a crackt, the cane splitting in two and the end flying across the room and hitting the floor with a thunk, rolling on the incline to sit against a chair leg.
The chairs fall away with a clatter, the men all clapping and applauding. The man who beat her walks around with arms spread wide. “That’s how we treat American trash!” he yells, to the applause and hoots of those gathered.
Jennifer lies curled in a ball, tears streaming down her cheeks, her rear end feeling the same swelling fire her breasts have. She doesn’t care anymore. She presses her hands against her breasts and sobs, her body shaking violently.
“Are you forgetting something puta?” says a voice close to her ear. She simply continues to sob. A boot presses into her face, rubbing its sole against her cheek, making her moan as her teeth grind against her inner cheek wall. “Stupid puta.”
The kick to her back makes her jerk forward, a sharp pain rushing up her. “Get her up!” says the fat man. “We still have one more round with this stupid Gringa.”
As hands reach for her the fat man says, “Jose, you can hit her pussy first. I think she learns properly from men like you.”
The thin fingers grip her bangs, jerking her face towards the sneering one. “You hear that puta? I’m gonna have your pussy first!” His tongue runs over his lips and she simply sobs, her body and soul feeling broken.
Men’s arms grab her, lifting her to her feet and then spreading her legs wide, her pussy spread and glistening to the gathered crowd. It is moist with fear and she screams. “No! Noo! Nooooo!”
The men all laugh and the bald man with the tattoo wrapping around his ear simply taps her sensitive region with the broken cane.
“What a disobedient cunt,” says the fat man with the hat, gripping the man’s shoulder. “You are allowed two extra blows to her pussy. Let her see what it means to be disobedient!”
The man nods, smiling. “Thank you padre.”
“Just teach her a lesson,” says Hector, his eyes small black beads.
“Nooooo!” she screams, her voice hoarse from all the previous cries. But no one listens, their hands simply digging into the flesh of her arms and legs, keeping her spread wide for her attacker.
“Get ready puta,” says the bald man, his arms raised as if he were going to swing a bat and he swing then. The swing coming down before her exposed crotch with a thunderous thud. The scream that echoes from lips then is one of a tortured animal, on its death throes. But those around her simply cheer and chant for the man to do it again.

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