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Concubine
(Anna Mann)

"You are Jina, from Kenya?"

The voice was soft and female. Jina opened her eyes and tried to stretch aching muscles, again she was unable to move more than a fraction, but at least she wasn't still on the cross.

"Yes." she croaked, then opened her eyes to see a plastic glass beneath her face, a long straw poked out toward her, and ignoring that it may be a cruel trick she sucked hard and long, relieved to taste nothing more sinister than water. "Who are you?"

Turning her head Jina was surprised to see a slim white girl in her mid-twenties dressed only in a series of red leather straps that left breasts and pubis exposed.

"I am Estere, from Latvia." the girl whispered as she pulled the water away and set it aside, "And I am truly sorry for what they are making me do."

Jina twisted her head further as she tried to follow the white girl as she walked away, why was she apologising? What were they making her do?

"Sorry." the low whisper came from behind, and a second later Jina felt a cooling sensation flood her inflamed cunt. The sensation flooded inside her and with a sigh she felt some relief from the pain. But why would she say sorry for something that felt so good?

A moment later and she felt movement between her swollen labia, then a stretching. A hand rested on her round ass, she flinched, Estere whispered again, then as Jina's mouth and eyes flew open wide she forced her hand deep then balled her fingers into a fist before punching so hard that Jina felt her womb forced up into her stomach cavity.

Buried to the elbow the Latvian girl opened her hand and grasped Jina's cervix. Her manicured nails sunk deep into the dome and forced a scream from her helpless victim.

At the end of the table, facing Jina's ass and spread cunt Col Salahi sat on a stool and watched the white girl follow his instructions. He always found that for most women a session of lesbian abuse was far more humiliating and degrading than anything he could do. He could hurt them, but only another woman could leave them feeling truly ashamed.

The Arab nodded. 

The Latvian closed her eyes and pulled her hand back until she felt the tight cunt gripping around her wrist, then holding her breath she punched in again hard. Jina shuddered and mewled, Estere pulled back again, then hammered hard and deep. Again and again and again, Jina was shining, her ebony body glistening with sweat, her skin a darker shade of rich brown like she'd been oiled.