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She was wearing tight, black, leather. Her legs wrapped in boots all the way up to her thigh, a leather corset that exposed her breasts and dark pasties upon her nipples for modesty. Assless chaps of course to show off her big, black booty wrapped in her leather thong, her eyes were covered with an eye mask, her mouth wrapped with a ball gag, and her arms bound high above her head by ropes and chains as she presented her ass behind her.
She felt the edge of the horsewhip move slowly across her ass cheeks. "…You are just the prettiest piece of fuck meat I've ever met…" CRACK!
"Mmmn!" the horsewhip slapped across her right ass cheek and sent a wave of pleasure and pain through her.
"I always wanted to whip a beautiful whore like you." Before CRACK across her left ass cheek.
"MMmngh!!" green lantern groaned, her black afro bobbing left and right as her head shuddered.
"MMMn…" their boots clocked across the hardwood floor of the studio room. "That arse… is made for whipping!"
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"
"Mmmrhg-mmmngh-mMNNGH!!" her pussy dribbled arousal as she came from her horsewhipping, she drooled around the ball gag as she felt the horsewhip slid tantalizingly over her ass cheeks again.
"MMMn… your ass could use a break… would you like that slave whore?"
"Mmn-mmn…" she moaned drearily, shaking her head.
"No? you want me to horsewhip that big fat arse some more?" she felt the horsewhip on her breasts, "…What a greedily little slave whore." She whimpered pleadingly.
Twip!
"Mmmn!" her right tit jiggled as the horsewhip slapped on it, twip! The other, twip! Not hard enough to leave marks, but enough so she FELT it… this one was SO good at what they did. And SHE was the one being paid!
The footsteps walked around her and she felt the horsewhip backhanded across her ass cheeks. "MMpgh!" with a crack, before a cascade of blows echoed on her left and right ass cheeks in alternation, feeling the burning welts form SO GOOD on her beautiful black body.
"Haaa-haaaa…" Green Lantern wiggled her stinging ass for more. "…You… you're a fucking slut…"
Clink-itty clink! She was on the floor, her arms released as she dropped onto her hands and knees on the floor. Another horsewhip crack across her ass as a hand grabbed her afro and yanked, undoing the gag.
"Haa!" she drooled erotically as the ball gag dropped onto the wood, as was she, her face fell onto the top of a boot.
"Lick…" she was ordered as her tongue slid out and she obeyed happily.
"Laa…aah…laaa…"
"Mmmmn… raise your arse whore…" the master ordered and she obeyed, raising her ass in the air as the horsewhip cracked rhythmically across her left, then her right, then her left again. She never wanted it to end…
"Haa!" she gasped as her hair was yanked up, her mouth open wide.
"Pitoo!" a glob of spit fell into her mouth as she let it mix with her drool and slobber before she lovingly swallowed. "MMMn… Maybe I should take you home, whore? Rent you out to my friends and neighbors before I throw you away like the bag of cum you were meant to be!" they hissed silkily as Green Lantern climaxed HARD, shaking in unbearable pleasure as her pussy leaked through her leather underwear and down her soft black thighs…
"Oi! Lady! Times up!"
"Nooooo…" whined Green lantern as her hair was released. Still riding her shaking orgasm.
"Seriously?" the woman currently using Green Lantern as a BDSM outlet declared angrily, "it couldn't have been an hour already?!" she groaned in dismay.
"Look. Lady. You came in at 2. It is now 3. Either hawk up more cash or get out, our pretty friend here is kinda popular you know…"
"Ugh…" Green lantern removed the blindfold steadily and sat down on her sore ass and wet floor, shaking pleasurably at the stinging feeling as she viewed her client. She was a pretty straight haired platinum blonde white woman, dressed in Icy white lingerie and boots, her lips painted with icy blue lipstick… She was VERY beautiful.
"…I do not have the cash on me." She mumbled in a light British accent as the proprietor John 'Little John' Little, shrugged.
"Cash only lady."
"Fine… then when will this particular slave be available again? I enjoy her." Green Lantern shivered excitedly. She enjoyed it a LOT more than the beautiful woman did, I assure you.
"No idea. Again, she's popular…" she glared at a stoic Little John, marched over to her matching purse, shoving her horsewhip into it and retrieving a card.
"When she IS available, contact me." She said, slipping the card into the owner's flannel shirt pocket and marching out on her heels. "I will make time."
"…Woo…" Little John sighed, eyeing Green Lantern. "You sure can make them attached huh?"
John 'Little John' Little was the owner and proprietor of 'The Lash and Leash' a BDSM club and shop in Old Gotham. Strictly NO penetration. He catered to masters like the beautiful woman, and slaves like her. And it was literally the only club left in the city that catered to HER specifically without complaint: A submissive black woman. Little John was also a dwarf, barely over four feet… but he was built like a miniature Konan the Barbarian. With long straight black hair and bulging muscles, because if any idiot thought they could push 'Little John' around didn't understand that everyone's knees were in his batting range… and he didn't always use a bat, but he always got a home run.
"I try not to." smiled Green Lantern, tossing aside the eyemask as he pulled out the card and held it to her curiously. "Keep it." she waved, "She looked like a whale." He slipped it back into his jeans pocket.
"So. When ARE you going to be available, Daph?" he asked with a sarcastic smile. They were friends, but she was STRICTLY an off the book's employee under the codename 'Mysti'. She did this after all to relax and unwind… and she earned a few bucks for her and John on the side.
She sighed sadly, "I don't know… I have a few shifts this week, other stuff I have to do…" she moaned erotically, making even Little John, who worked this shop professionally, shift in his pants uncomfortably aroused. "Heal up..."
He nodded understandingly but smiled. "You could just work for me?"
"Nah… I like it too much, you don't like working with girls like me." She added. John liked the girls who worked for him to strictly do this for cash. If they enjoyed it? Sure, bonus. But she would do this shit for free and John couldn't afford a girl like her. They get complicated and draw particular and sometimes dangerous weirdos.
"Ah You're lucky I like so much you Daph." He replied fondly, "I always have a room open for you if you want another go. Most 'Masters' aren't going to pass up your pretty black ass…" he added fondly, gently coping a friendly feel on her stinging rear, as he often did when she was done. It was all in good fun, it didn't mean anything if they didn't let it.
She smiled warmly at him, "Don't tease me Johnny I might pick you up and take you home." he covered his heart in mocking hurt dismay.
"Be still my beating heart. Don't be a stranger Daphne…" he replied as he left to let her get changed to head home. Orders was going to want her at 100% tomorrow night, so she had to lotion up her beautiful body tonight to help it heal.
It wouldn't due for Daphne's body to be blemished on shift. She might enjoy being someone's slave. But she was loyal to her boss and fellow Superbabes.
End
Fun fact. I based Daphne's client off of Emma Frost... though she gives off some Dom vibes we all want her to be a bottom don't we? . And Daphne is yet another Superbabe who enjoys sexual activity in her off time. Though not everyone enjoys her particular tastes