38 year old African American woman. I am 5' 8" tall with dark skin and long legs. It is apparent from the constant looks that I get from men that I am quite attractive. I live in New York City and own my own business earning a 7 figure salary annually. My rise to success was

difficult as I had to work for a number of men who were constantly attempting to take advantage of their position. All of these men were white. After years of putting up with their advances I grew to despise these white bois who thought they were superior to me and could treat

me with impunity simple because they had benefited from a good old boi system. I often dreamed of opportunities to payback back for some of the frustration and humiliation I put up with in those early years.

Recently I had the good fortune to meet a number of black ladies like myself who not only felt as I do but took things into their own hands and did something about it. This group of women call themselves "The Superior black women's society". We are all very successful and

collectively have enough resources to do just about what ever we wish. In fact, we have purchased a 15,000 acre piece of property deep in the heart land of Africa where we are free to do as we please since we own, through bribery, the local government, army, and police force.

You see what makes this property unique is that we run it but all of the work is done by our white slave boys. We grow all of our food,use Generators and hydro electrics from a local stream to generate our power, and in generally live the life of luxury. We call it our "African Resort".

You might ask where do we get our slaves. Well it starts with our companies in the U.S. We research potential candidates for ownership. We make sure they have no family ties and seek them out for hire in our companies with positions and salaries they can't refuse. Once we have

them there for a few months we trump up very serious charges such as rape, embezzlement, or armed robbery at our homes. We supply multiple witnesses and planted evidence when we confront them. Faced with the

possibility of spending years in a prison cell with hostile black men more than willing to rape the hell out of their lily white asses they agree to anything we put in front of them, which turns out to be an agreement to spend a 3 year stint in our "African resort". Once they

agree we quickly whisk them on a plane with nothing but the clothes on their backs. Little do they know that they are in for hard work, constant humiliation, and frightening cock and ball torture at the hands of women who enjoy nothing more than hearing a white boy beg

and scream for mercy.

And, today is my lucky day as it is my first trip to the African Resort. I have with me my first edition to our slave population. He is a 45 year old boy I used to work for. I don't quite know what to expect and am excited as we fly in for our landing. With me are 3 other ladies including the founder and my best friend Sandra.

As we land I see below the plane three boys dressed in just

enough garment to cover their asses, cocks, and balls. Their eyes are downturned and they seemed to be waiting for orders. With them is a beautiful muscular black woman holding a whip in her right hand, wearing black shorts, black boots and a black bikini top. The door to the plane opens and I feel a tinge of excitement between my legs.

"Get the luggage now and make it quick or your tiny white dicks will be hanging in front of a black and blue scrotum bag." You could tell by the way they jumped into action that she was not bluffing.

Once off the plane Sandra introduces me to Brenda the guard. "So Brenda, do we have something fun lined up for Tenisha." As a matter of fact we have a boy strung up now on block 6 ready to get worked over in about an hour." Great, will you hold up the festivities until we can

get there?" Sure".

Sandra then looked over at my boy who was staring wide eyed at the slaves and Brenda. "Boy, you better strip

down now and get on your knees if you want to keep your little balls". I don't know if it was a quick reaction out of shock or a quick study of the behavior of the other slaves but he immediately stripped down to his underwear and dropped to his knees. Sandra looked irritated

and hurriedly walked over to the bewildered boy, grabbed his hair, jerked his head back and spat into his face - "I SAID STRIP". At that point she deftly took the point of her black boot and hooked it into the waist band of his underwear and began working them off. He helped her finish the job.

Once naked Brenda, Sandra and the other ladies began laughing and pointing at his dick. One said, "Typical - but this one is even smaller than most white dicks" - another one noted - "Yea and he has a tiny bag of nuts too." Brenda walked over to the naked slave, looked down

directly into his eyes and said, "sooo boooy do little white pain sacks hurt less since they are smaller?" We all had a hearty laugh at that comment. He didn’t know quite what to say so Brenda quickly moved behind him and drew back her whip. She then unleashed an eight foot whip that cracked perfectly on his white ass. He yelped and lurched forward. Brenda thensaid, "Answer me boy", just as the tip of the wicked whip reached its target again leaving a streak of blood. Now whimpering he replied, "I don't know mistress." Well we'll just have to find out want we. "GET UP" AND SPREAD THOSE LEGS". "WIDER!" She took three steps forward and SMACK - landed a full swinging leg kick right into his exposed balls. He half jumped, yelped, and fell forward with his head in the dust whimpering and

holding his aching nuts. I guess that’s a yes said Sandra bringing a huge round of laughter. Sandra: "You'll take care of this want you Brenda" pointing to the naked slave. We'll meet you at block 6 in an hour.

After freshening up we arrived at block 6 which was crowded with other black ladies seated in bleachers and some standing, surrounding a slave who had both of his hands tied together above his head to a tree limb so that

he was standing naked and vulnerable. His legs were free from movement. Sandra explained that the legs were not bound so they could enjoy the Slaves attempt at struggling about once the punishment began. I couldn't help but notice his pathetic little dick was shriveled up

and his ball bag was tight and firm, probably from fear.

Also in the ring was Brenda standing in Front of the slave with a wide grin. Behind Brenda was a rack of whips, crops, and clamps(one labeled ball crusher In large print no doubt for the benefit of the terrified slave). The slave’s eyes were filled with fear, darting about looking for some possible sympathy.But the only thing staring back at him were black female faces either grinning with

excited anticipation or scowling with hatred.

Once we were all settled Brenda looked boldly and directly at the frightened slave’s little package. Brenda says slowly enunciating each wordin a loud voice so everyone could hear, "That is one pathetic, useless, little set of

balls." This drew laughter from the audience for several minutes.Then the grin left her face and was replaced by a cold hard stare still focused between his legs. Everything became quiet and still with anticipation of the beginning of something special. Without moving her eyes from her target Brenda snaps a command in a cold hard voice through gritted teeth- " Spread those legs". The slave begins to

panic, whimper, and beg. "please mistress I'll do anything youwant" Brenda maintains her focus and speaks to the slave again as she picks up a wicked looking flexible but stiff 4' long crop."Boy you do know that that little white bag between your legs is Absolutely useless?" The slave now starts a full cry as he attempts to answer

knowing he only has one choice for an answer" yes mistress" "AND, you agree that your tiny little white balls are only good for one thing and that is entertaining these ladies?" Another whimpering response- "yes mistress".

With that response Brenda sidesteps her body so she is standing just to the right and slightly in front of the panicking slave with her body in a perfect position for her right arm to deliver a blow with the whip. And for the first time she looks the slavedirectly in the eyes and speaks " well its time to have some entertainment". "I'm gonna whip that little scrotum to shreds."

Then looking back at her target SMACK - delivers the hardest blow to a pair of balls I have ever seen. The slave's left leg instantly jerks up in an uncontrolled response to the pain as he screams at the top of his lungs. At the same time the women are laughing, clapping, and yelling out comments- "nice shot","woo hoo - nail him again", " "make him feel those balls". After a few minutes the slaves screaming calms down to whimpering cries. Apparently the stroke made a direct hit on the

slave’s left nut. His left leg is still up off the ground bent high off the ground at the knee in towards his aching balls trying to provide some relief from the pain he feels in his left ball and left abdomen.

Brenda, recognizes this and with a grin returning to her face, says- "Put that leg down boi - I gotta whip that

little thing if we are going to do the white boi dance". Apparently everyone recognized what she meant as all the ladies start chanting,"white boi dance, white boi dance". After a couple of minutes the chanting dies down and Brenda speaks to the boi again. His eyes are wide with fear

and he is totally focused on Brenda and her whip. "You gonna giveus a good dance aren't you boi?" A panicked whimpering response, "yes mistress"." good then open those legs nice and wide -give me my little target -

we're gonna make some white balls turn a nice red color for these ladies". Knowing his left ball was already in pain she gently placed the whip directly on it and began rubbing it back and forth. She shifted her stance spreading her legs a bit and bending her knees for the most comfortable position for doing her work. Biting her lower lip in concentration she pops his left ball again with a solid but short stroke that was hard enough to make a thumping sound. He responded with a grunt and a jerk of his left leg, but she had already nailed his right ball with a similar stroke and he jerked his right leg. She

conitnued working his bag in this fashion. Each stroke generated a grunt of pain from the slave and the desired movement of his legs. After about 30 seconds she

would ever so carefully increase the impact. After about 3 minutes the slave was dancing about screaming, begging, crying, and moving as fast as he could. The white boi dance was in full form. Everyone was laughing and clapping.

Brenda was barking out commands, "dance boi Dance" "keep those legs open" "Whoo hoo yea", "Oh yea - keep those legs moving" "Shake that sorry white ass". "I'm gonna wear OUT my whip on this little white bag, whoo hoo". This went on

for about 20 minutes. The slave was screaming with a hoarse voice with wide open eyes struggling to do his best to please his tormentor. I was enjoying every moment knowing that he was just one of these bastards that I had worked for and deserved everything he was getting. I couldn't wait to get my boi in that position.

Finally, the dance is over. And sure enough just as Brenda had promised his scrotum was nice and red. The slave is crying and gasping for breath and begging, "I'm sorry mistress" "pleeease, Pleeease no more" "I'll be a good boy". Trying to say anything that would appease his tormentor and guessing at anything that would help him, he continued, “I’m sorry I’m white”, I’m sorry I have a little white dick”. Although it was difficult to understand what he was saying as he was trying to speak while he bawled like the pathetic little white worm we all knew him to be. Brenda was grinning from ear to ear. She new she had him now and could get him to do or say anything for the slightest hope of relief. "So boi are you sorry you have a puny little white dick?" Still sobbing

"Yes mistress" "uh uh Aaand are you sorry you have a pathetic little white ball bag? The looking intently at his scrotum and grinning, “Actually your little bag is more red than white.” Laughter --"Yes mistress" And are you willing to entertain these beautiful superior black women who have come here for some fun and entertainment"

Knowing where she was headed with this he hesitated and began to cry. This brought another big grin from Brenda. She grabs his dick between her thumb and forefinger and says "Answer me boy are I might just cut the head

off this little dick. Then your dick will not only be little, white, and useless, but it will also be headless. Roars of laughter erupt. Finally the slave responds, "yes mistress" - "YES WHAT BOY" - "Yes mistress I will entertain

these beautiful, superior, black ladies." "Good now boi Spread your legs" Brenda walks around behind the slave. She waits behind him while he is standing there in wild eyed fear, legs wide open, his little red scrotum

waiting for another swing of the crop. She waits for at least 3 minutes. The anticipation is thick. Finally the slave cannot take the anticipation any longer and begins to cry. This is the moment Brenda is waiting for and

she swings her foot back as far as she can and lands her boot directlybetween his leg with a loud smack as her boot makes impact with his balls. This is followed by another howling scream from the slave.

Brenda then turns to the crowd. "Ladies we will now have an intermission.Feel free to come down and examine the boi here. I am sure he will be quitecooperative. We leave the area for about an hour and take some refreshments. As we leave we can hear the slave whimpering and crying.

Upon returning Brenda has been joined by Carla. Carla is very similar in build as Brenda and is dressed in the identical attire. She is obviously another guard. And also in the ring is my boi tied up behind the slave about 7 feet with his head bound in a fixed position so he has no choice but to watch what happens to the slave.

The slave seems to have recovered a bit but as soon a Brenda and Carla turn toward him he starts whimpering causing Carla to speak, “shut up, your lucky you still have balls”. Also located in front of the slave are two saw horses positioned perpendicular about two feet apart to his body so he can be leaned over them, which is precisely how Carla positions him. Brenda then takes his left arm and Carla his right and tie his wrists to the bottom of the horse positioned further from his body. They each then walk behind him and kick his legs apart so that they are spread as far apart as possible and tie them to the bottom of the first horse. Now they had him ready. Carla walks up to my boi and kicks him in the balls creating a grunt. “Now that I have your attention –you pay close attention to what we do here. This is what will happen to you if you fuck up in the slightest bit around here. Do you understand me?” This boys balls are being punished because he disobeyed one of the fine ladies here. Imagine what will happened to your little nuts if you screw up. Now I understood how they keep their slaves in line. This is as much a warning for new slaves as it is entertainment for us.

Carla now turns to Brenda, “Which one should we start on?” “the left I guess”. Carla then places a small rope with a loop in it around the slave’s right ball and pulls it tight and up at a right angle so that it is above and to the right of the slave isolating his left nut which is still hanging loosely in his scrotum as most of the scrotum remained with it. She ties off the string to the same tree limb that originally held the slave. Brenda takes her right hand and works the left nut and bag stretching as much of the bag as possible away from the restrained right ball. With a mischievous grin on her face she thumps the left nut with her middle finger creating a yelp from the slave while Carla walks around to the punishment instruments and picks up a small black object shaped like a miniature bat. Brenda and Carla (while she’s walking) both giggle at his reaction to having his ball thumped. Carla moves back behind the slave and stands to the right of the slave while Brenda is located to the left giving my boy a clear view. Carla looks back at my slave and starts tapping the slaves hanging left nut. Initially he doesn’t react much but the tapping very gradually increases and he begins to grunt then jerk and whimper. This goes on for 15 minutes when Brenda takes over and continues the work. She too continues tapping increasing the impact as she goes along for another 20 minutes and the slave is yelping now “ow, ow ow” with each tap. They are clearly working the ball to get as much pain from it as possible. Then Carla steps in again without missing a beat keeps the hard taping going, “how does that left nut feel now boy?” The slave is yelling out with each stroke trying to catch his breath and doesn’t answer. Carla seemed, through experience, to know that he would not be able to respond. She yells “ANSWER ME BOY” just as she draws the bat back above her head, brings it down with furious speed landing into her target with huge crack that sounded like a thrown rock hitting a piece of metal. Sandra explains to me that she carefully strikes the ball so that it is not trapped to his body as this might cause it to burst. They don’t want it damaged yet. They can get a lot more pain out of this one. The ball visible swings in front of and high up in front of his body. She then quickly joins Brenda in front of the slave just a foot from his face holding his head up by placing the bat under the slave’s chin. The slave’s head jerked back, his mouth flew opened with a silent yell, his eyes widened with a surprised look of disbelief in the pain sent to his brain. His face, legs, and hands with extended fingers are shaking in response to the shock to his system. After about 30 seconds he caught his breath and screamed a high pitched scream of terror and pain followed by more crying, begging, and shaking. This was all observed by Carla and Brenda with ecstatic grins of pleasure and delight. Carla looking directly in the boy’s eyes to get a good look at his pain says, “I guess I hit a home run, Brenda. Yep slave, I’d say your little white ball is over the fence.” “NOW ANSWER ME. HOW DOES THAT LEFT NUT FEEL NOW”. Blubbering unintelligibly he replies, “It hurts mistress.” “Boy, you better get a grip and speak to me so I can understand or I’m gonna put bat to ball again!” While Carla is talking to the slave Brenda walks back around the salve to reposition his balls so the they are in opposite positions. The aching swollen left one will soon be tied up leaving the right one hanging freely. The slave calmed down and repeated in a resigned voice, “It hurts mistress”. “Good, its suppose to hurt dumbass. I mean why do you think your balls are just hanging down like that?” I mean white boy’s like you with tiny little dicks and dinky little poodle nuts are useless to any woman looking for a good fuck “Just at the moment of this statement Brenda cinches the sore left nut up causing a half grunt, half yelp for the slave coupled with a pained look on his face. Still staring in his face Carla giggles and says, “That’s right boi we are not done yet. You do have another ball and Brenda hasn’t had her turn. She is going to go to work on the right one now and I am going to watch her make you scream. More laughter and clapping roars form the crowd. The slave’s sweaty tear stained face is now stretched upward with Carla’s hand under his chin so she can watch his reactions. The slave begins preparing himself for the inevitable, expecting the gradual increasing tapping that his left ball experienced. The ladies knowing this changed things up. Carla looked at Brenda smiled and winked. The slave was so concentrated on his right ball looking straight ahead he didn’t seem to notice this signal. Brenda smiled back and nailed the right nut with three successive shots not quite a hard as the final blow his left nut received. AHHH, AHHH, AHHH, THE the slave responded and cried a wild eyed desperate cry of resolution knowing no amount of begging or pleas mattered. Brenda, theN spoke, “little white balls can be such good attitude adjusters. Don’t you think so boi?”. Smack she hit it again harder. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHH, “answer me boi! “Yes mistress” Smack EEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHH. As she continues the spanking she is interigating him, "Are you going to behave from now on?" Next time I will bust these balls wide open." The slave is screaming back YES MISTRESS, I WILL BEHAVE REPEATEDLY. Finally she stops. She then quickly releases his left ball so the bag is hanging completely free. The slave is released and drops to the ground holding his aching jewels.

to be continued