WARNING: ADULTS ONLY The following story contains very strong sexual themes. Do not read it if you are under 18 years old.

WHITE LACE

�Please don�t hurt me!�

The woman�s voice sounded pitiful, plaintive, desperate.

�Please! Please let me go. This is all a mistake. I�m not a rebel. I'm innocent!�

A gasp escaped from her throat when her arms were held apart and lifted up to the iron beam, her fingers wriggling frantically as the ropes binding her wrists were tied to the dangling hooks. Her black hair tumbled down her back in curling tresses, its color contrasting with the long white dress that clung to every curve of her voluptuous body. Her skin was a smooth pale brown, like coffee, and her feet were bare, her shoes having been removed within minutes of her arrest.

�What are you going to do with me?� she inquired in a trembling voice.

Her two captors grinned at each other as they tied her wrists to the high metal beam. Then, stepping back to admire the front of her body, they chuckled excitedly at her helplessness. They were young men, probably no older than nineteen or twenty, newly-graduated from the police college at San Domingo. Both were tall and thin and white-skinned, wearing the blue uniform of the city gendarmerie, though they had discarded their peaked caps.

Their captive was a woman from the mountain tribes, her stature typically small but pleasantly curvaceous, her age somewhere between forty-five and fifty. She had been arrested an hour earlier for immediate interrogation. Her refusal to answer any questions had condemned her to a session of torture and abuse. That was why she now dangled from a metal beam in the basement of the police headquarters.

�Please?� she asked again. �What are you going to do?�

�We�re going to flog you, Maria,� one of the young cops answered, slowly unfurling a leather horsewhip. �We�ll lash every inch of your body. We won't stop until we get the information we need.�

�Oh God,� she whispered, biting her lower lip anxiously. �Please don�t whip me. I can�t stand pain. Please have mercy!�

The policeman holding the whip nodded to his colleague, who walked around to stand behind Maria. To her horror he placed his hands on her narrow waist and slid his palms upward, feeling her body through the white dress. His fingers explored her mature curves through the tight-fitting material.

�Oh no! Please stop!� she wailed, as hot young hands cupped and squeezed her well-endowed bosom.

�Fantastic tits!� her assailant hissed, enjoying the texture of her ripely-rounded breasts through the stretchy material. Then, while Maria whimpered in protest, he ran his hands slowly down her flanks and onto her womanly hips, before stroking and squeezing her shapely buttocks. �Amazing ass, too!� he added.

�Strip her!� his comrade ordered. �Cut away the dress.�

Maria heard the metallic snip of scissors and felt the cold blades against her skin as her garment was leisurely sliced to shreds. Piece by piece, the dress fell to the floor, while the young cop in front leered at the gradual uncovering of her body. A bulge began to grow in the crotch of his pants as he stared at her. His tongue licked his lips in anticipation. He ran the full length of the whip through his fingers, testing the smoothness of the leather.

�No bra,� he observed, as the slices of white fabric tumbled off the impressive orbs of Maria�s bosom. �Lovely brown tits, with big shiny nipples. She�s so gorgeous! It almost seems a shame to flog such a beautiful woman, to put red stripes on her flesh.�

�She�s as old as our mothers,� his companion said, as the final portion of the dress fell away. �Only a few years off her fiftieth birthday. Too old for you and me.�

�I know,� came the reply. �Nice little panties, though. Skimpy and tight. Not like the big granny-pants most tribal woman wear under their dresses. I wonder where she got them? They make her look sexy, like a middle-aged whore.�

This remark turned Maria's terror to sudden anger. �You filthy young pig!� she cried, her cheeks burning red with humiliation and embarrassment. �My husband bought this underwear as a special gift last year, on our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. He worked so hard to get the money.�

�Stupid bitch!� said the whip-holding cop, grinning at the prisoner's wide brown eyes and crimson face. �You don't need to wear pretty panties from the city. You're just a dumb peasant from the mountains, a piece of jungle trash, a dirty animal. You don't need to wear any clothes at all!�

�White lace panties,� said his friend, standing behind Maria and pressing his body close against her back. �Very, very sexy. Too sexy for this poor old momma!� He bent his head to nuzzle her hair, rubbing his face against her thick mane of black curls. His hands slipped around her waist, feeling the bare brown flesh before sliding down her broad hips to touch the front of her underwear. His fingers scurried all over the white lace panties, tracing their brief shape and caressing them where they covered her crotch. Then he drew his hands back to touch her bottom, squeezing it through the underwear, feeling the firmness of her well-rounded buttocks. �She does look delicious in these panties, doesn�t she?� he said, while continuing to explore her ass. �I mean, she�s a bit too mature for a couple of young guys like you and me, but there's definitely something sexy about her.� With a mischievous giggle he added: �I�ve got a raging hard-on!�

�Me too!� said the other policeman. �Just remember the rules, though. We aren�t allowed to remove her panties. It�s against regulations for female prisoners to be stripped naked.�

�I know,� his colleague grunted wistfully. �But maybe a little peek is okay?� So saying, he peered over Maria�s trembling shoulder to stare at the front of her body, down past her heaving breasts and quivering belly, letting his gaze wander all the way down to her crotch. From behind he used both hands to curl around her hips, his fingers tucking into the waistband of her white lace panties. Slowly, while she dangled helplessly from the beam, he eased the skimpy underwear halfway down her thighs. To the amusement of both cops she started sobbing uncontrollably, closing her eyes against the degradation.

The young man with the whip gave an admiring whistle. �Oh man! She certainly has the nicest pussy I ever saw on a bitch from the hill tribes. Look at that thick bush of jet-black pubes! I just wish the regulations allowed us to fuck her.�

�Yeah, too right!� the other one replied, pulling Maria�s panties up to their former position. �Still, the rules have to be obeyed, or you and I get put on traffic duty. Imagine how boring that would be!�

�Totally boring!� said the whip-wielder. �No peasant bitches to strip and touch. No flogging. No torture. Letting a woman keep her panties on is a small price to pay for a whole month of interrogation duty. Traffic cops don't get to squeeze a nice pair of boobs or lay a whip across a helpless female body. Jeez! This job is such a turn-on. If I don't jerk off in the next few minutes my erection will burst through my zipper!�

�Mine too,� came the reply. �But I�m not ready to jerk-off just yet. I reckon we should lay twenty lashes on Maria�s bare back, then take a leisurely cock-rubbing break. I want to squirt my jizz on those white lace panties. After that, we'll flog the front of her body, all over, from head to toe. We'll flick the whip across her big brown nipples. Even across her face. What do you think of that, buddy?�

�Sounds good to me! Let�s get started.�

THE END

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Original version copyright � Brendan's Bondage Stories. This version copyright � Ricky Slovak's Panty Bondage