4 comments/ 22236 views/ 3 favorites The Secret Society Punishes Peggy By: Peggy46 If you have been a follower of the narratives written about me and the Secret Society, then you know a little more than the average story reader about a real organization of black men for black men and about the white women they control as captivates and sex slaves. The response to the earlier Secret Society narratives has proven that many of you want to know more about the organization and what it does to the white women it encounters as it survives just below the surface of our every day lives. Part one of this new update, written by my second husband, was almost more than he could handle both technically and emotionally, even though he and I are very close, and he initially encouraged my little adventures with black men. It had been several years since my first marriage ended and I wrote my first two narratives about the Society. Of course, when I moved, I vanished, and had hoped I would never hear from the Secret Society again. Although that was an exciting part of my life, when I did leave, that part of my life was behind me, or so I thought. I will add here before starting this narrative that the Secret Society has a reputation for never letting a white woman escape their grasp as long as she can be used, played with, and enjoyed sexually. White pussy, especially married white pussy, is a prize to black men, and they do everything they can to seduce as many white women as they can. Now to pickup the story...with a few brief comments to allow you to catch up. After my husband and I met two black men in the food court of the mall, a Mr. Rich and a Mr. Williams, I was asked if I would like to consider modeling for the next Rich Fashion's catalog. The money sounded good, so I accepted the offer to do a photo test. At 9AM, a limo showed up and my door, and took me to a nondescript building where I met Mr. Rich, the owner of Rich Fashions, and his District Manager, a Mr. Eddie Williams. As the first story closed, written by my husband, some clothes were brought into the executive office and I was told to try them on. When I asked about the dressing room, I was told "If you are going to be a fashion model, you had better get use to changing right here and now, as things get so hectic during these photo sessions that 'on location,' there is no time or place for a dressing room." I had just removed my dress and was standing there in nothing but my heels, some thigh-highs, my bra and panties. It was at that moment that I was told these two black men were members of the Secret Society and in just so many words, I was told to remove my bra and panties and to "get over here now!" I heard other white women who were involved with the Society that they would go to great efforts and lengths to keep women, the "desirables" in "their service." It was no secret that the Society would often spend untold amounts of money to track down women who tried to escape their sexual dominance and control. They placed a high value on white women in their late 30s through their late 40s, especially if they were attractive, sexually submissive, and were married. An attractive married white woman is considered a real trophy to a black man sexually. They had certainly found me, much to my surprise and now to my dismay. "Peggy, have you forgotten, my dear? Take off your bra and panties, turn around and face us, and get your white ass over her NOW!" A command like that coming from a black man of the Secret Society was always straight forward and forceful. I should have known these two were Secret Society when I saw them just from how they approached me. Now, they were back controlling me and my life, and to try to escape their controlling grasp again would mean severe punishment. In fact, I wasn't so sure that punishment wasn't forthcoming as a result of my unannounced departure from the Society now that they had found me. I had a rating of "Platinum Star" when I just moved away without telling them. I knew this could be serious, both for me and for my husband as well. I turned to face them, and as instructed, I unhooked my bra and slipped out of my panties, then I walked over and stood submissively in from of Mr. Rich and Mr. Williams, as directed. Mr. Rich reached down and lifted my left hand. As it looked at my wedding ring, he said, "Well, isn't this a nice wedding ring, Eddie?" Eddie nodded, and replied, "It sure is, boss. One would think she had just forgotten all about us, wouldn't you?" "Yes, one would think so, Eddie." With that, his large black hand squeezed my hand so hard it brought me to my knees in a muffled sound of pain. I though he was going to break every bone in my hand as the gold on my ring finger bit into the fingers on both side. I almost screamed it hurt so bad! "Well, Peggy, 'er excuse me, 'Mrs Sanford,' now that you know your proper place with us and you are on your knees in front of the state leader of the Secret Society, what were you trained to do when you were in Florida?" With that, still on my knees, he released my hand and I reached for his zipper. Yes, I knew what he expected and what I had better do. I carefully pulled down his zipper and as my head whirled with memories of the Secret Society just a few years ago in Florida, I took out his huge black cock and placed it in my mouth. "Tenderly, my dear, as it will get much bigger if you do it correctly." With that, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his big black cock in my mouth and down my throat full length. I gagged. That wasn't well received, and again, he shoved his cock in my mouth full length. By now, it must have been at least 10 inches, very full and thick with a huge head. As he fucked my face and mouth, I did my best to keep from touching his cock with my teeth. I had the feeling if I hurt him at all, the repercussions would not be pleasant. Suddenly, as he forced himself even further into my mouth and down my throat, I knew my teeth had touched the base of his huge cock! He pulled out of my mouth, and with a really forceful slap across my right cheek, he slapped me to the floor. I started to cry. "Peggy, get up and do it right, my darling, or you'll get more than just a slap!" Sobbing, I quickly regained my composure and again started sucking him. This time, even though it was very uncomfortable and my jaws ached, I was careful not to let my teeth touch his cock as he again cupped my head and forcefully fucked my face until he flooded my mouth and throat with his spurting cum. After Mr. Rich had satisfied himself, Eddie, Mr. Williams, walked around behind me. I could feel his hard cock as he rubbed it in my hair. "How do you want her, Eddie?" "Stand up, Peggy, and bend over the desk, you little white bitch." With tears still streaming down my cheeks and drops of cum on my lips and around my mouth, I was shaking as I stood up. I had forgotten when I was involved with the Society in Florida how they used and abused their "white sluts" as they called us. "I've been wanting a piece of married white ass ever since we saw you swinging it in that food court yesterday. Now, I get my turn! Spread your legs, white girl... wider! Get those legs apart and tilt that ass up so I don't have to stoop down to fuck you." Eddie's cock seemed bigger than the one I had just sucked to completion. He was rough and slapped my fanny really hard a couple of times as he thrust himself deep in my fully exposed and waiting pussy. He was as forceful as Mr. Rich, and he hurt me as his full length reached my cervix and beyond. Then, without warning, he withdrew his black dick from my throbbing pussy and he pressed the big head against my asshole. There was a pain I had forgotten. He again was rough, but once lubricated from my pussy juices and from his spit, he was again thrusting in and out of my pink asshole with a vengeance. I knew from the Florida experiences that black men really enjoyed fucking married white women, especially the really pretty ones. To take a white woman and forcefully fuck her in the ass surpassed the delight of caviar and a glass of fine wine for most black men As he fucked me for what seemed like forever, with pain coming from every long and deep stroke, I knew it HAD to be over soon. I just wanted it to end quickly! He was killing me! Then, after a couple more strokes, he stopped while in my ass! "Peggy, you better start wiggling that white ass when we fuck you, baby, or you're going to find our wrath is far worse than anything you ever experienced with those Florida "brothas," baby! Now, let's start over again!" As he fucked me harder and deeper than before, I twisted, wiggled and turned my ass upward to allow it to milk his cock and make him cum, and he DID. As his sperm shot into my ass, it filled me up and I could feel the warmth as mass of the fluid from the fucking. As he with drew from my ass, my legs were shaking so bad I was wondering if I was going to fall down. "Go get cleaned up and take that white dress with you, you fucking whore." The words echoing in my ears and old memories returned, as Mr. Rich said them. "When you finish and you are dressed, come back in here. Don't you dare try to escape. We know where you live, honey pie, and the results would not be something you or your husband would want to experience." As I reached the ladies room, I washed off, brushed my hair, and put my makeup back on, my mind was racing. What in the world had I done to deserve this? How was I going to explain all of this to Don, although he knew some of my history due to our closeness. In looking down, I saw that Eddie had ripped one of my hose. Damn, what a mess I had gotten myself into. As I slipped into the white dress, less bra and panties, as I had been told... I remembered the old days back in Florida when the Secret Society took me away from my innocent life and through a couple of years of training, I had become a "platinum" piece of ass in their simple ranking system. Instead of being fucked all the time like in the early months, I ended up being one of their recruiters, bringing in and seducing new, really beautiful white girls to serve the needs and desires of these bastards. I remember how they would do extra nice things for me if I could find and just bring in a exceptionally innocent and beautiful married white girl. Once a woman was brought into the Society, they would promise her money and all kinds of extras. Then, once they had her hooked, they would do anything to keep her, including some really crafty seduction, followed by forced nude pictures and videos, often taking away her will to escape. These poor women would then experience endless rape and brain washing. Once they had a gal where they could control her, she was like a fly being taunted by a spider. She would do whatever they told her to do out of fear, and you didn't dare to just walk off or say, "No more!" It wasn't over until they had consumed your mind and body, often leaving you with a black baby to raise and explain to your husband, friends and neighbors. As I walked back into the room, Mr. Rich looked up and smiled. "Well, Peggy, you look ravishing, I'll have to say. We may have another sample of your beauty before we take you home. Now, you get to spend some time with the photographer. Come this way...." After feeling my breasts and pulling up my skirt to insure I had omitted my bra and panties, he slapped me on the ass and guided me down to the photographic studio. As we walked in, the photographer, another striking much younger black man walked over to me and smiled. "So, Mr. Rich, is this the illusive Peggy Sanford you told me about last week?" "Yes, it most certainly is. I will leave her in your hands for a few hours. Make her look as beautiful as you can, although she doesn't need much help. At one time, Peggy was one of our Platinum girls with the Florida chapter. She knows her place and although she may have lost that status when she ran away, we need to make her look as good as possible for the catalog." The door closed behind Mr. Rich as he exited the room. "Well, Peggy, let's get started. We'll do a few shots with that dress and some others that have been selected for you. As time passed and the camera went click, click, click, I tried to get my thoughts together and think of the catalog and how it would provide us, Don and I, with some much needed money. We were close to losing the house now that he had been out of work for several months. Once I had gone through at least a dozen very sexy outfits, as I was changing into one of the first of the series of bedtime outfits, a see-through baby-doll "whatever" that showed everything, I turned and asked, "Do you have a name?" "Sorry, I'm Phil..." he answered. "Phil, I assume you blur out my pussy and nipples when these photos go into the catalog, right? I feel stupid for even asking." He turned and looked at me with a rather mystified look on his face. "Peggy, how long has it been since you left the Society?" "Why do you ask? I guess it has been at least 5 years." "Honey, this isn't a clothing catalog for Rich Fashions. It is a catalog of the white ladies who are property of the Society. It may look like a catalog, but each of you gals are pictured in the booklet, and this is what the Society uses to select women for assignments and special events. You stats, talents, and other information about you is noted in code below your page full of photos. And, no, baby, your pussy and tits will be clearly shown along with the photos of you in the different type outfits you have modeled in today." "Oh my gosh!" I responded with the look of pure shock on my face. "This is all new to me!" "I thought you were a Platinum girl..." "I was, and then I had a major change in my life, remarried, and left the Society." "You don't leave the Society. The Society never lets women like you go. You should know this." "Yes, I have found that out. What does the book tell about us?" "All of you ladies are pictured in different outfits and nude. Codes tell what your stats are, how much a member or non-member has to pay the Society to 'rent' you for whatever. It grades your sexual performances and talents. You, Mrs. Peggy, and all of the other gals shown in the catalog are now escorts, whores for the Society, whether you like it or not. If you chose not to do what the Society tells you to do, as you know, the punishment can be severe and repercussions endless. The enforcers of the underground Society can and will make your life a living, endless hell. Now, take off everything except for your heels and let's get some sexy shots of you. Get on that bed and open your legs for the camera." I took a deep breath. Yes, the Society had changed since I escaped, and I could tell the simple group of black men who founded the organization had been nationalized into a well run, tightly knit, tough, mafia style business renting the ladies out for the pleasures of any and all. I climbed up on the bed, and again, picture after picture was taken of me totally nude, exposed from every angle, close-up and personal. "Well, Peggy, that does it for me for this morning. I guess we will see each other after lunch. I understand I may photograph and video your punishment." With an alarming flood of panic, I turned and looked at Phil and said, "Punishment? Me? What punishment? What are you talking about?" "I guess Mr. Rich or Eddie failed to tell you. I'm sorry I let the cat out of the bag!" "What ARE you talking about?" "Peggy, I guess things have changed since you ran away. I guess I let the cat out of the bag. After lunch, you will be taken to the punishment room, and while the members of the local lodge watch, you will be punished for running away by one or more of the men from the enforcement section of the local lodge." My knees suddenly became weak and my mouth went dry, and my hands started shaking. I wanted to run, scream for help, do anything to get myself out of this insanity, but there were no windows and there was no escape. I turned and looked at Phil. "What will they do to me?" "Sorry, baby, I can't tell you any more. I have said way too much already. I wouldn't have said what I have, but I thought as a Platinum girl you knew about these things." " Can I get dressed now?" "No... I guess they didn't tell you about the rules of the building either, did they?" I looked at Phil and said, "No... nobody has told me anything." "You white ladies are not allowed to wear clothes in the building once you are inside the buzzer door... just heels and perhaps a garter belt." "Why? I never heard of this in Florida!" "White women are kept naked in the lodge so any black man who has the urge can fuck them anywhere, any time, whenever the urge strikes their fancy, my dear. Here are the instructions to your assigned room. You are to go there now. Good luck. You seem like a nice lady. I'll see you again in one of the punishment clubs at 2 O'Clock. Now, go to your room where you can relax until one of the guys comes for you. Your lunch will be waiting on you there. Goodbye for now, Peggy." I opened the door of the photograph studio, looked at my directions. The directions noted I was assigned to Suite 409. I felt really strange and nervous as I walked down the empty hallway to the elevator. As the door opened, a handsome black man was standing inside with his arm around a very attractive white girl who was also completely naked. "Going up?" "Yes, 4th Floor... thank you." "Us too," he added as the door closed. Trying not to be too obvious, I noted the other woman was probably about 35, really attractive, nice figure, blond all over, and with the most beautiful natural boobs I have ever seen. In glancing at her eyes, I detected she was on the verge of tears and her eyes were filled with signs of fear. Looking down, I saw she too was married. Looking at her, I asked, "Are you okay?" Quickly, the black man answered for her by saying, "She's just fine. She's new here. I just rented her for an hour from the stable downstairs. She will just is fine, a little unused perhaps, but I like the new ones. I'll be gentle if she is co-operative." As the elevator stopped on the 4th floor, the door opened and they excited ahead of me. As they approached Suite 407, they opened the door and went inside, locking the door behind them. I had glanced down and caught a quick look at what appeared to be a simple gold band on her ring finger. The thought crossed my mind of my early days in Florida and how I was seduced into the Society. Then, I heard what sounded like a slap, and a muffled cry. I heard him say, "Let's get started. I only have your white ass for an hour, bitch!" I turned the knob for Suite 409 and went in, closing the door behind me. My lunch was on the table. The feminine padded chair, decorated in perfect colors, was cool to my ass as I sat down. As I ate a couple of bites of the lunch under the heat retaining cover, my mind was whirling about what was coming. I had no clothes, no watch, nothing. All I was wearing were my heels. I was guessing it must be about 1:30PM or so. What kind of punishment was coming? Oh my, I wanted to go home! Faintly, from across the hall, I could hear voices. "Please don't hurt me." She was crying, pleading. Then, with some other noises I couldn't make out, it sounded like somebody was either getting a beating or they were beating a hole in the wall fucking. Then, there was a loud scream, and another, "Please, please... stop! You are hurting me!!!" I just kept walking. I knew what was happening and I couldn't stop it or help her. This was the way the Society worked. They would find these extremely attractive married white women, the more prim and proper they were, the more the Society wanted them, and the more they could do to keep them under their control. I was thinking to myself that I was the perfect example of this. Once a white woman is "property of the Society" there is no escape. The real world has no concept of the Secret Society, how it works, who is behind it, and what they do and with white women. The Secret Society Punishes Peggy As I reached the end of the hallway, I was greeted by another very nice looking black man. He could not take his eyes off my breasts and pussy. As he said, "Come this way, Peggy," he reached out and touched my face as he looked down at my uncovered pussy. He unlocked the door and we walked into another larger hallway. My mind was whirling, knowing he was focused on my bare white butt as he walked behind me. I had heard from other women about the punishments inflicted on those who tried to escape from the black iron fist of the Society. This was not going to be pleasant. Few women make an attempt to leave the service of the Society after they are brought back from their first escape. He paused at the end of the hall and unlocked the door. "There is a white dress and everything you'll need to freshen up are in here. Get dressed and when you are ready, push the button on the wall. You are to appear before the Board in 30 minutes. Don't take too long." This was something new to me. He was right, everything was there. As I looked, I found just a very short, and I do mean very short white dress. As I slipped it on, it was obvious that with any movement at all, I would show everything. I still had on my pumps, so I didn't need additional shoes. You could see every hair on my pussy...clearly, as the skirt of the dress hardly covered anything. I wondered to myself just how long the dress would last, as they normally did not allow the white women in the building to wear anything but high heel shoes. I pushed the button, and in a few minutes, the door opened. The young black man checked me out head to toe. "Mmmmm, mmmmmm," I can certainly see why they promoted you to be one of our Platinum white ladies, Mrs. Sanford. You are one good looking thing, I'll have to say. Let's go. The Board is waiting." As we exited the room, I turned and looked at him and said, "Do you have any idea what they are going to do with me? I've never had to appear before a Board before." He paused, and then looked at me. "Well, I don't really know either as I am not of Board level status, but in the time I have worked here, I do know they are probably going to punish you for leaving the Society without permission. I have seen in the Board room, and there is a big "X" like thing in the middle of the room with things like steps on it. The room is sound proof, so whatever they do, it will not go out of the room." I responded with, "How many men are on the Board here?" "There are seven. I know they will do some voting on what your punishment will be." With that, he fell slightly behind me in an effort to make it appear we had not been talking as we approached the elevator. This elevator was different from the one I had used earlier. It was circular and all of the outer walls were glass. I was suddenly aware that with the short dress I was wearing that anyone who looked up could easily see everything as I certainly wasn't wearing any panties under this really short dress. The black man pushed buttons 7 and 8. When we arrived at 7, the door opened and he exited the elevator. As he did, he turned and looked back at me, focused on my peeking pussy, and said "Good luck. You'll probably need it. When the door opens on the 8th floor, just open the door in front of the elevator and you'll be in the Board room." With that, the door closed, and my short ride to the 8th floor began. As the elevator reached the 8th floor, the gold doors opened and I exited. As he instructed, I walked across the reflective marble floor, noticing as I walked the few steps that the floor was so reflective that I could see the crack between my legs. My heart was pounding as I reached for the large gold door knob and turned it, opening the door and giving me my first view of the seven very large black men sitting and talking around a large table. As I walked in, Mr. Rich was the only face that I recognized. He stood and greeted me as he walked over and took me by the hand. As he looked me over from head to toe, it was obvious the short dress wasn't covering much. "Come, my dear. Stand here and let me introduce you to the Board members of our Chapter of the Secret Society." With that, he pointed to a very dark and very handsome black man sitting in what must have been the Chairman's chair. The chair had a high black leather back, and was very tastefully made. "Peggy, this is Mr. Thomas. He is the Chairman of our Chapter. What happens to you while you are in this room will be his decisions, although he has informed Secret Society Headquarters that we have found you, and they have directed that you, as an disloyal Platinum pussy, be punished so you will not even consider leaving us again until you are released from our control." I could feel the eyes of each of the black men focus on me. With a sigh, Mr. Thomas said, "Turn around, Peggy. We rarely get to see a white woman as beautiful as you, and as black men we want to enjoy the sight." I turned around, giving them a front, side and back view of my body. My heart was really pounding now, for as I turned, I saw the large "X-like" frame that the escorting black man had told me about. It was obviously something they could strap a woman to, as there were velvet cuff like devices on each leg of the "X", although it was also obvious that these cuffs could secure any woman without any danger of her legs or arms allowing her any freedom. The "X" also had something in the middle where the legs crossed that appeared to allow the "x" to be adjusted in either a vertical or horizontal position. Another words, once the woman was secured to the "X", it could be tilted to any position desired. My mind was whirling. What was coming? What were these men going to do to me? The silence was broken by Mr. Thomas. "Peggy... or is it Mrs. Sanford? Lift your skirt all the way to your waist and turn around. I have noted in your records that you are supposed to be one fine piece of white ass, and I would like to see more!" My hands were shaking so badly by now that I did not move fast enough, I guess, as Mr. Thomas snapped at me. "Peggy, off with the dress, you fucking white bitch. Take it off now!" "Well, well... what do we have here? Rich, you didn't tell me this Platinum white bitch had hair on her fucking cunt!" What a delight, Mrs. Peggy! I am from the old school and for white women in their 40s, I like a bush on a white pussy." As I turned around, I saw Mr. Rich hand something to Mr. Thomas. Suddenly, as a shot of absolute panic filled my body! It was a whip...with a small rubber-like swatter on the end, much like a fly-swatter, but much smaller! Having risen through the ranks in Florida, I had heard some of what the Society did to the white women who tried to leave the organization without being released, and believe me, if you were a favorite white pussy of the black men or you were super attractive, they would rarely let you leave until you had put in years of service. If you think the Panthers are a brutal organization, you haven't seen anything when it comes to the Secret Society. I'll probably end up getting punished again just for writing this narrative. White women who were married and this side of their life was discovered by their husbands were just told to get a divorce...period, as discovery was not justification for leaving. Punishments were frequent and severe if you weren't a total submissive to the wishes and desires of the Society and to all of the members, especially the ranking members. As I stood there in front of the Board, my mind continued to whirl. To say that I wasn't frightened is the understatement of the year. My hands were shaking, my heart racing, my knees were almost knocking, and I was about to have a panic attack. I knew what was coming. I was just hoping it wouldn't be too severe and that it wouldn't last too long. "Peggy, you were a Platinum level before you decided to leave us. You know there is a punishment for such things, don't you?" As Mr. Thomas said those words and a few more, he continued to softly slap my legs and bare breasts with the tiny rubber swatter. The soft slaps had a significant sting with each touch of the swatter against my naked skin. At times, while he talked, he would softly rub the swatter over my bare nipples and over the hair of my pussy. He walked over to the table and opened a drawer and removed what looked like a blindfold or maybe a sleeping mask is a better description. "Here, put this on." My hands were shaking as I reached out and took the black sleeping mask and slipped it over my head and over my eyes. With a shaking voice, I said, "Please... please don't to this to me! I know I was wrong. Please, don't punish me...don't hurt me." As I finished the words, I heard Mr. Thomas say, "Give me your hand and follow me." He guided me across the room in the direction of the "X" frame, the one with the ties for wrists and ankles. "Relax, Peggy... I'll guide you." The wood of the "X" felt cold against my naked skin as Mr. Thomas was joined by several other Board members. They backed me up against the "X" so the wooden legs crossed in the small of my back. These wooden legs were probably no larger than a 2" x 4" piece of lumber, but the device was clearly designed to hold a woman's body captive without covering any of the sexual or feminine body parts. As my legs were parted, hands caressed my pussy as my ankles were tied tightly to the lower legs of the "X" bracket. My shoes were removed, and I was able to half way support myself, I somehow had the feeling that this was going to change. I was completely naked, legs open wide, and now hands were lifting my arms upwards and leather cuffs were being placed around my wrists, holding my arms as far apart as my legs. I was aware that I was now "spread eagle" on the "X" and I could not move or see anything! Suddenly, somebody released a catch somewhere, and the "X" now tilted my body backwards at about a 45 degree angle. Oh my gosh, I didn't want to think about what was coming next. My feet no longer touched the floor, and physically, I was helpless. I had flash backs of the screams while in the Florida Society building of women being punished. This couldn't be happening to me! Without warning, the chill of the swatter ran up my legs and over my breasts and nipples. Then, without warning, I felt the first blow of the swatter as it struck my fully exposed pussy with a sting that was without a doubt the most painful thing I had ever felt! I screamed! "Peggy, you have been a bad girl. The blows from this little swatter will teach you that you can never leave our service again. This belongs to the Secret Society!" With that, the second full forceful slap of the swatter struck my exposed pussy again. I started to cry, beg... "Please, please, stop... you are hurting me!" The noise in the room told me the other six black men were now surrounding me, but what I didn't expect was... several of them also had these small rubber whip-like swatters too. I had never known pain like this! My reaction to the multiple strikes from what seemed like many swatters, all striking my body from all directions was total panic and tears, sobs, mixed with begging statements of "Please...stop! Please, please, stop!" The swatters were now striking not only my exposed pussy but my legs, my arms, my breasts, my nipples, and from behind, some especially stinging blows to my ass! My whipping seemed endless. There was one painful swat after another, some even struck my breasts together with perfect timing. After what seemed like an eternity, the whipping stopped. I was sobbing so strongly I could not speak. My body, especially my pussy, was on fire from the endless striking of the small rubber swatters. Several of the slaps had even struck my face, which was also burning like crazy! I felt something move the frame of the "X" frame! Oh, what was going to be next?! I knew if they hadn't stopped beating me when they did, that I would have surely passed out! But too, I knew in my mind these men were not through with me yet. I thought to myself it couldn't be any worse than the beating I had just endured. As my sweat ran down my body, I thought I must be bleeding. It stung like fire as every drop passed a place were the small rubber swatter had stung my bare flesh! "Peggy, we must be able to trust you not to leave the reaches of the Secret Society again." "Oh, I won't!" My words were hard to say as I was still crying both from the punishing blows but from the fear and panic that still filled my mind. "I promise, I will never leave and never disobey again, Mr. Thomas! Please, let me down! Please!" "How do we know that, my dear? You say these words, but I am not convinced you mean them. You may forget your little whipping in a week or so and go back to your ways with your husband. No... you need an additional little reminder." With those words just said, I felt the chill of something being pushed into my pussy. "Oh no, please, don't! I'm so sore I can't take any more! Please...no more! Please stop! I will never disobey again! I promise!" The object was now deeply inserted in my pussy. I held my breath waiting for whatever it was to start fucking me. Then...without warning, the pain that caught me completely off guard made the whipping seem like a picnic! They had inserted something electrical in my pussy! With a soft buzz, the electrical current caused my pussy to almost convulse! I had massive contractions from the pain it caused! My body jerked and winced with every shot of the current as it filled my pussy with not only contractions but with wild spasms, each one causing not only unspeakable pain as the device shocked me, but massive, almost endless sexual orgasms too, one after another! I tried to scream! I couldn't! As if the whipping wasn't bad enough, this electrical device was much worse. In trying to write this narrative, I am finding the descriptive words almost impossible to come by, just as they were when I was tied and experiencing the real event and this awful device! The torture seemed endless, and I can remember once especially severe jolt that caused me to pass out after what seemed to be an endless, deep sexual contraction. As they brought me around, I was still tied to the "X" and the shocking had stopped. I felt the device slip from my well lubricated pussy. "Peggy, you and the other white women who joined the Secret Society must realize that your services are ours to use as long as we like. Your punishment has ended...for now, but there is something you must understand. Is your mind clear enough to hear my words and understand what I am saying?" I responded with a, "Yes, sir." "Okay...then listen to my words. Your mind and your beautiful white body belong to black men to use and enjoy on an endless basis. Your Platinum status is hereby revoked. You are now just another white women in the Society...just another white pussy for us to fuck and enjoy any time we want to. Your pussy will a place for black men to relieve our sexual needs. And, my dear, should you ever try to escape our grasp again you'll find the punishment ten times worse than what you experienced today. Do you understand me, you fucking white bitch?" "Yes, sir..." With that, still blind folded and tied to the "X" bracket, I heard the men make comments about my body. Then, someone walked over to me and slapped my face so hard I thought my head would come off! "You'll stay tied for another hour or so. We have several other white women who have also disobeyed and broken the rules of the Society. They need to see you like this. One will be picked and she too will be punished in front of the other white girls, so all will know what can come their way if they try to escape us. Her punishment will be much more severe than what you just experienced, and once it is over she will be rendered sexually useless for any man to enjoy ever again. Once ready, you'll be checked by the doctor before several of the black men fuck you, and then you'll be allowed to leave the building an go home...for now, until we need you again." The Secret Society again controlled my life. What would come next for me? What are the going to do to this next poor girl?