From behind, looking into the mirror

Pembleton grabbed a large roll of some squishy material off the wall, moved over to the mirror, and shook it. It unfurled in front of the mirror - something like a large, thick exercise mat now covered the otherwise hard floor.

"Kneel. Face the mirror again."

Her head and arms still stuck in the wooden block of the pillory, Yania awkwardly got down on her knees, trying not to lose her balance, a surprisingly difficult task without use of her hands.

Her master came up behind her, his pants tight in front as they strained against his erection. He placed one shiny leather boot in between Princess' legs, and angled the toe up.

Even without words she knew what to do, her legs shifted outwards and she gratefully moved her hips down, sinking lower until her bare, wet pussy touched the smooth leather of the black boot beneath her. She winced slightly as her punctured clit touched the boot, but it wasn't enough to stop her, or the pleasure of her actions.

Yania began sliding her pussy on the smooth leather of the boot, the angled surface clearly spread her bare pussy lips in the mirror as she ground down. Eyes open, back straight, her head and arms still propped up by the wooden block holding it in bondage, she could see herself clearly. Her pretty brown face, still alien to her pierced and without hair, lightly wrinkled in bliss as she humped her master's now-slick shoe. Her small breasts were still **** and exposed, the rings swayed slowly back and forth in her nipples.

"Don't stop." Pembleton said. Keeping his foot still, he began unlatching the side of Yania's heavy restraint, then began spreading the wood, and for the first time in what felt like ages Yania's hands and neck were free of the leather and wood. She started to lean forward, to go on to all fours and push back even harder on Master's boot.

"Keep your back straight." Pembleton said, and freed his constrained penis from the front of his trousers. He plopped the meaty white length right on to Princess' bald head. She shivered as she could feel its warm length and weight directly against the sensitive skin of her head, his testicles caressing the back of her head. She could see the hole of his white penis in the mirror, staring at her, as she slowly ground her wet pussy back and forth.

"You know that you're mine now, Princess?" Her master asked the mirror image of his humping dark ****.

"Yes, Master." Yania's voice was light, breathy.

"You will follow all commands?"

"Yes, Master." Hump, slide.

Master smiled, a little cruelly. "We will see about that. But I believe you'll try, at least. Let's test it. Princess, lean forward."

Reluctantly the horny little slavegirl obeyed, removing her wet pussy from her master's boot and shifting to her elbows and knees.

"Look at yourself in the mirror. On three, I'm going to kick you in your little whoring cunt as hard as I can. I want you to see your face when my foot lands.

Yania's pretty eyes widened in fear. She could see Pembleton readying himself behind her in the mirror.

"Onnne," Pembleton swayed his foot, lining it up. It touched Princess' fearful little pussy lips just lightly.

"Twwooo," again he lined up his kick. Yania whimpered pitifully, keeping her terrified eyes on her own face.

"Three!" Pembleton's foot flashed forward. Yania screamed and screwed her eyes shut. The blow never came. Instead Master placed his boot on her cute backside, and pushed, sending her body to land on the mat, painfully pinning her nipple piercings.

"Tut, tut, Princess." Pembleton moved around to her head. Her eyes were streaming tears. Still laying on the ground, she shifted her head up to look up, way up, into the standing man's eyes. He was smiling his grandfatherly smile. "I told you to keep your eyes open."

"I'm s-so sor-sorry, Master," the terrified girl sobbed. "I'll do better next time."

"Hmm, lot of promises made today, Princess. I'm interested to see how my little urinal **** will conduct herself in the future. Clean my boot."

Yania's tongue and lips began fervently working her master's boot, licking, slurping, even sucking her vaginal juices off the leather. Occasionally a "Sorry" or a "Thank you" escaped her busy little mouth.

"Alright, Princess. I forgive you, back on your knees." Princess gave one last, submissive lick, and returned to her knees, looking up at her white master's face. His white cock, still hard after her show of compliance, stood close to her face.

Without warning his hand flashed out, slapping Yania hard across the cheek with a loud crack. Yania's hand leapt to the injured cheek, and she stared up at her master with hurt eyes.

"I forgive you, but you must still be punished for disobedience, Princess. That's how the girls here learn."

Yania nodded, her eyes still on Master. "Thank you for teaching me, Master," she said brokenly.

Pembleton smiled and gently, firmly, wrapped his strong white fingers around the back of Yania's bald black head, moving her closer to his hard penis. "Show me how a black girl says she's sorry," Pembleton whispered into her submissive eyes.

Princess put her hands on Pembleton's hips, parted her lips, and sank her mouth onto her master's cock before looking up and nodding slightly. She began bobbing back and forth, trying her best to remember her lessons from customs.

"I was going to take your virgin pussy here, Princess, but now I'm not sure you've earned it. No, we will have to save that for another occasion. I'll be stretching your your little virgin princess butthole with this cock here, instead."

Princess simply concentrated on her task, slowly working her head down further, trying her best to fuck her own skull onto her master's white cock. She was pushing the head of Pembleton's dick against the back of her throat desperately, but she couldn't seem to get any more of it down. She stuck her tongue out, but she couldn't seem to get close enough to caress his testicles with her studded little pink muscle. She came up for air and tried again, she got a little bit more down her throat this time, but not enough.

Pembleton seemed to enjoy her struggles for a moment. "Good girl. It's okay, Princess, you'll get there. Let master help you." Yania looked up and with his cock in her mouth nodded gratefully, eager to please.

Master's hand was on the back of his head but he was moving in and out of her mouth gently. "You know with that stud in your tongue there's more to sucking cock than deepthroating. But you'll have plenty of time to worry about that later. Let's pick up where you left off. Were you trying to lick my balls with my cock in your throat?"

The sweet little brown girl nodded, beautiful strained eyes locked on to her master's.

"That sounds like a nice idea, Princess. Let's see if you can do it. Keep looking at me. Now remove your hands from my body. You can touch your own tits and pussy, but until you learn I don't want to feel your hands on me again. They will not control your head or balance at all, understood?"

Yania nodded obediently, and moved her hands down to caress her own young body and pussy. Her back was straight, and Pembleton moved both hands to her head. She was completely under his control now.

"And no cumming yet, Princess. I know how you like to cum with cock in your throat."

Princess nodded, humiliated, submissive, eyes locked upwards.

"And down you go." Pembleton pushed the young princess' face deep down on his cock. Yania hadn't realized how much she had been holding back while she was under control, as she went further than before. Master's cock entered her little throat, and she fought against the gagging sensation, against panic.

Princess didn't move her hands to stop him, though, and felt a surge of both relief and pride when he moved her off his dick. She was able to get sweet air into her lungs again.

"Good girl. Keep those hands to yourself Princess. And remember the tongue."

Yania nodded, and had no more time. Master was smiling down at her face as he **** her down, deeper than before even. She didn't panic this time, though, worrying less, trusting Master more, just concentrating on accommodating his cock in her throat. Almost without realizing it she realized her nose was touching his stomach, and her bottom lip the base of his testicles. She slid her tongue far out of her mouth in triumph, running the stud tenderly over Pembleton's wrinkled balls. She began rubbing her pussy harder, ignoring the ache of her pierced clitoris.

Then she was lifted off, still no panic. Her eyes still locked onto Master's, his cock in her mouth, Princess smiled a wide proud smile, saliva now dripping down her chin.

"You did good. You look like such a happy little brown slut. Are you happy having your skull fucked like that?"

Princess nodded enthusiastically, still rubbing her pussy, ignoring the pain. Her eyes were shiny with tears from the stress it was putting on her throat and lungs, but Yania didn't care. She had done it. "acky igger!" The princess said, her mouth full of white cock.

Master seemed pleased, and slowly pushed her head down again. Yania was slowly growing familiar with the feeling of a large object down her throat, and kept her mind simple, free, clear, only worrying about keeping her mouth a good hole.

She didn't have her lips wrapped around the intruding organ anymore, and instead kept her mouth wide open, a simple wet hole. Pembleton became a bit more aggressive, holding her down for longer, or sometimes pounding his dick in her throat without removing it in short little strokes, fucking her deep in her tender throat like a masturbation tool. All throughout, Princess never panicked, never let her hands free to push herself off, and her tongue was always ready to make love to her master's testicles when they touched her bottom lip.

"Move your eyes to the mirror. Look at yourself." Pembleton ordered, now more slowly fucking her face. Yania had been so lost in focus that her eyes, still open and looking up, had glazed over. She shifted them right and saw herself, both hands clenched in between her legs and gripping her pussy. Her eyes were bloodshot, her mouth wide open. A vein was noticeably standing out of her bald, dark head as her body rushed to get oxygen to her brain. Thick strands of drool dripped from her narrow chin, some having stuck to her chest.

"That's what a good little whore looks like when giving a blowjob. Now it's time to see what you look like when you're getting plowed up your tight little ass." Pembleton removed his dick from the fuckhole he had been using on Princess' face. He moved his dick through the drool hanging off her chin and twitched his penis with his hand, wrapping some of the sticky strands around his cock.

He then turned Princess' body until she was again facing directly into the mirror. Princess' beautiful, abused bald head was down, panting for breath, looking in front of her, and she could see the dark brown heart of her own ass rise behind her as she presented herself to her master.

She could see his white legs crouch, not kneeling, and he lowered his dick, shiny and lubricated with Yania's own ****-spit. He lined it up, and she could feel the thick white penis as it began to probe her sphincter.

"Touch yourself," Master commanded. She had stopped briefly while he had positioned her, but now Princess propped herself up on one elbow and reached back with her delicate fingers, and resumed playing with her dark little sopping bald pussy.

"Are you close?" Pembleton asked his ****, pausing before his intrusion. Yania looked at her face in the mirror, and then at his. She had to stop moving her hands previously to stop from cumming while being throat fucked. She had been teased for hours now. Yes, she was close.

"So fucking close, Master. Please allow me to cum." Princess practically sobbed to the man in the mirror, begging him for release, and she could see the image of her ****-self in the mirror bite her bottom lip. Her own teasing finger was running up and down the smooth lips of her little pussy, circling it, no longer even trying to avoid the pain and pleasure of her pierced clit.

"I'm going to slide my penis into your ass. You're going to make yourself cum when I enter your little slavehole, or I will punish you more while I fuck it stupid."

Princess moaned. Everything he was saying seemed to electrify his pussy, causing it to spasm at the abusive language. She could feel the uncomfortable stretching of her tight butthole, but with the release of endorphin from the pain and pleasure, and the humiliation of her day, and with permission to cum, she only wanted more dick to enter her.

Yania masturbated her abused clit hard and pushed back, impaling herself further on her abuser's cock.

"Ahh, fucking **** me, Master!" The little brown princess was completely gone. Her orgasm wouldn't end. "Fucking make it hurt!" Her own orgasm seemed to squeeze more and more self-degrading words out of her, things that she probably didn't even know were in her vocabulary two days ago.

"I don't want to be a fucking princess, I want to be an abused whore! I fucking love you, Master. Fuck! Fuck! Make me drink your piss, Master! I don't even care, it just makes me love you more! Fucking cum into my slavehole, Master, make my asshole pregnant with your sperm! Fuuuuuuccckk!" Yania screamed out the end of her long, humiliating orgasm.

If Pembleton had planned to take her ass slowly, savoring it, that chance was gone now. Yania had shoved the length of his cock right up into her guts and she was screwing him back as hard as he was screwing her. He only held out a little longer than his little ****-princess had, and he came deep into her ass.

With herself and her Master now spent, Yania collapsed forward, crying dry little cries. Her own horniness and her pain had been driving her on, but for a brief moment her lust was spent and she could see herself clearly for what she had become in the mirror in front of her. Panting, sweating, naked, drooling, shaved, without clothing, cum leaking from her used butthole, with the same piercings as thousands, maybe millions of other black **** girls across this country. Everything that made her special was gone. She was no longer a princess, not above anyone else. She was one of the abused, one of the ones the old Princess Yania had pitied before. That was her.

White feet walked to stand by her head. Pembleton was looking at his **** in the mirror. "Time to get this mess clean, Princess."

Princess took a shuddering breath and nodded. She had a job to do. It actually helped, bringing her out of despair. She had a purpose, something that she could do, that needed her attention.

She wiped a tear from her eyes and looked into Pembleton's face. "Yes, Master" She said, and crawled over to him, taking his slimy penis into her hands. She was glad of her enema earlier, and the previous day.

Yania only gagged occasionally at the taste as she took her abuser's penis gently to her lips and began licking and slurping at the mess that had formed from her own spit and her butthole and her master's cum. She took his whole half-hard penis into her mouth, reached her tongue into the creases of the foreskin, then took it back out and ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, top and bottom. She moved to his balls, sucking and licking off any further mess, attending her master carefully and dutifully.

"And the mat, Princess." Pembleton said calmly, quietly.

Yania looked at the mat, where she had drooled during her blowjob and afterwards. To the leaking mess that had come out of her own butthole after Master came. She worldlessly licked and scooped the messes into her pretty little lips, sucking it up directly where she could. Spit and semen alike disappeared into her uncomplaining mouth.

She licked all the residue up, but frowned. More semen was still dripping out of her butthole, down her leg. Without prompting she scooped what she could from her smooth brown leg up with her finger and put it in her mouth. Then she looked into her master's approving, surprised eyes, reached back, and with one of her thin fingers began scooping his semen out of her own butthole and licking it off the finger.

The mat was as clean as she could get it with her mouth. She was no longer leaking. Princess looked up with her big pretty eyes and asked the man who had taken everything from her, "Did I do good, Master? Am I a good girl?"

Pembleton shook his head, smiling at the utter submission of Princess Yania's dignity. "A very good girl, Princess. You may get a drink of water, and wash out your mouth."

"Thank you, Master."