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Ursula, The Diary of a Masochist Whore.

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Ursula Jensen`s introduction to the general prison population was indeed eventful. Warden Odemwinge decided that she should be put in a cell with two lifers, Big Momma and Elvira, both convicted of murder, and with notorious reputations for their vicious cruelty amongst the rest of the women.
Their last unfortunate cell mate had just been released, after completing her sentence a couple of weeks previously, and the two women were not pleased that they hadn`t been provided with a replacement.
The Warden took Ursula to her new cell personally and pushed her inside.

"Here`s your new cell mate, Ursula Jensen, I`m sure you`ll keep her on the straight and narrow."

Having pushed the Danish woman into the cell, she immediately left, leaving Ursula at the mercy of the unsavoury pair, closing and locking the cell door behind her.
Each of the two huge intimidating black women was lying on her bed, but when Ursula went to place her towel soap and toothbrush next to the third cot, they were on their feet in a flash.

"Not so fast baldy, we need to see the goods first, get that uniform off."

Ursula knew she was in trouble, and quickly stripped off the offending garment.

"Hands on your head and legs apart, now."

"This white slut doesn`t have a hair on her body. Looks like the good Doctor`s been up to her tricks again."

First things, first, I think we need to make sure Ursula understands where she fits in the pecking order here."

"Your job is to keep this cell spotless, our last maid left a couple of weeks ago, so you`ve got a bit to do.
On top of that, you here to service us in any way we fancy, get my drift? If not, you soon will.
Just in case you`re in any doubt , I think a little demonstration of how I maintain discipline is called for. Elvira."

Elvira sprung into action like a coiled spring, seizing the naked woman`s arms and securing them behind her back in a powerful grip, rendering the Dane helpless, with her large bare breasts thrust out towards Big Momma.
The large cruel woman`s massive hard hands struck, backhand, forehand, backhand, forehand reddening the tender flesh and bringing tears to her victim`s eyes.

"Do you think she`s got the message, Elvira?"

"Just another four, to make sure Momma."

The big woman repeated the process, and gripping Ursula`s chin, she gazed into the terrified, tear filled blue eyes.

"I think she understands us now. So, get to work and clean this place up."

By lights out, the cell was immaculately tidy and the three women retired to their beds. Much to Ursula`s surprise, she was not molested, she suspected that the vicious duo would ensure that that state of affairs didn`t continue for long.

In the morning reveille sounded early, and the women went to the Mess hall to eat a meagre breakfast of a thin gruel like porridge, before assembling in the prison courtyard to be assigned to their allotted tasks. Ursula was sent to the paddy fields to plant rice, under the direction of a mean looking mixed race guard.
Up to her knees in muddy water, Ursula found the work backbreaking, the constant bending making her ever more aware of her aching breasts and the awful pain in her buttocks, as her uniform chafed her abused flesh.
Consequently, she was finding it difficult to keep up with the rate at which her companions were planting the young rice seedlings, so before long she was ordered to step out of the line and stand in front of the mixed race guard who had freed her switch from its hook on her belt.

"The Warden informs me that your lazy white arse is off limits for the time being, so hold out your right hand, Jensen."

Ursula reluctantly complied, and received a stinging lash across her palm.

"Now the left one. Right one again, and the left one."

Ursula Jensen could hardly believe how painful this was, but twice more she was called out and had to present her smarting palms for further punishment, the guard finally informing her that she would be put on report for laziness.

TBC.
 
Later that evening, Ursula Jensen stood to attention in front of an irate Muriel Odemwinge, on report.

"So, Jensen, here you are, on report for laziness after only your first day in the Paddy Field. Disgraceful, it would seem that you failed to benefit from your first encounter with my cane. Unfortunately, Doctor Ogbene informs me that your lazy white arse is still not fit to absorb further punishment, otherwise, you would be receiving your second dose right now.
Don`t think you are getting away with it. Officer, take this prisoner to the basement and give her an hours thorough workout on the treadmill."

So within a few minutes, Jensen was naked, standing on the treadmill, her wrists manacled to its top rail, wondering what would happen next.

This tread mill had been modified to be electrically driven, so that it did not rely on the efforts of several prisoners to turn it, if necessary, a single prisoner could be accommodated.
The prisoner`s task was to run to keep up with the revolution of the treads, and to avoid painful blows to her shins and calves.
This soon became apparent to Ursula when the guard set the machine in motion, forcing her into a brisk trot which caused her to pant for breath and made her large creamy breasts perform an erotic dance.
Ursula was not a fan the Gym, and since she had left University, her only acquaintance with strenuous exercise had taken place between the bed sheets, so it was no surprise that she was soon perspiring heavily, her flesh looking as if it had been oiled, and she was blowing like a grampus.
Her discomfort soon became worse, the sadistic guard increased the pace a notch, and by the time the hour was over, and she was released from her perch, the Danish woman was doubled over with exhaustion, her aching breasts heaving as she struggled to fill her burning lungs with air.

The unfortunate woman was returned to her cell to face BIg Momma and Elvira, angry that their slave had not come back to complete her chores.

"Hands on your head and stick those tits out." Was Momma`s instruction before delivering a dozen blows with her leathery palms to the already aching breasts.
This pattern was repeated regularly over the following weeks, and in addition, the two black women forced her to perform the most degrading sexual acts for their amusement.
Ursula`s deep masochistic longings for pain and humiliation were certainly being satisfied, and eventually reached their culmination, when on report,
Warden Odemwinge lost her patience and sentenced Ursula to twenty lashes of the whip across her bare back.

The following afternoon, at 5 pm., prisoners and staff were assembled in the prison yard to witness Jensen`s very public flogging.
By 4-55pm., the naked Ursula was again secured to the whipping frame, her legs widely spread, but this time she was upright, her arms pulled high over her head and secured to its top.

The Warden addressed the assembled company.

"Inmate Jensen has proved to be the laziest prisoner it has ever been my misfortune to meet. She has been on report seven times, a record. So she is to serve as an example to the rest of you, and I have no hesitation in awarding her twenty lashes with the cat-o-nine tails which will now be applied to her bare back by Officer Mabusi.

A powerful looking prison officer now stood behind the naked Ursula, running the short thongs of knotted whipcord through her fingers and surveying her target. Ursula Jensen`s buttocks were crisscrossed with a pattern of angry, slowly healing scar tissue from her earlier caning, and were strictly off limits to her lash, but the creamy back would provide her with ample scope to get the slut howling.

"in your own time, Officer."

The whip Mabusi was using consisted of nine lengths of narrow gauge knotted whipcord, much shorter than the traditional British Naval cat, but a formidable implement, never the less.
Her first lash ripped across Ursula`s shoulder blades and produced an anguished cry. It left a series of red stripes on the creamy flesh, with the first hint of blood coming where several of the knots had struck. The second lash was delivered lower down and proved even more painful, the tails wrapping themselves around the rib cage and the exposed right breast.
Mabusi proceeded slowly and methodically, and by the time she had delivered the tenth, Jensen`s back was bleeding freely as was her breast.
The flogging proceeded at the same measured pace, the whistle and crack of the lash followed by the flogged woman`s pitiful scream, and when the twentieth lash was finally delivered, Ursula`s blood was running down freely, with her back, ribs and the full right breast all showing the unmistakeable signs of damage. Despite her obvious signs of distress, Ursula Jensen was in seventh heaven, after all, this was why she had come to Karanga in the first place to satisfy her masochist urge to be flogged until she bled.

Ursula Jensen spent some considerable time in the Prison Infirmary after Doctor Ogbene had again stemmed the bleeding and cauterised her wounds, and it was patently obvious that she would be permanently scarred from her shoulder blades to just below her sulcus.
Shortly after return to the general population once again, events took an unexpected turn.

One of the three whites in the prison, a young British woman, had been released after completing her sentence, and had sold her story to the British tabloid press. The Danish authorities, appalled at her description of Ursula Jensen`s savage caning, moved quickly and arranged for Ursula to be released to the Danish Consul.
Ursula though not best pleased by this dutifully appeared delighted and was reunited with her possessions especially her credit cards and first class air ticket. As she made her way through Departures to Security, at Karanga Airport, she met a familiar face. The cruel Customs Officer who had met arrival was there again.

"Ah, Ms. Jensen, please follow me, place your bag on the table, and remove all your clothes====

END>
 
twonines said:
Later that evening, Ursula Jensen stood to attention in front of an irate Muriel Odemwinge, on report.

"So, Jensen, here you are, on report for laziness after only your first day in the Paddy Field. Disgraceful, it would seem that you failed to benefit from your first encounter with my cane. Unfortunately, Doctor Ogbene informs me that your lazy white arse is still not fit to absorb further punishment, otherwise, you would be receiving your second dose right now.
Don`t think you are getting away with it. Officer, take this prisoner to the basement and give her an hours thorough workout on the treadmill."

So within a few minutes, Jensen was naked, standing on the treadmill, her wrists manacled to its top rail, wondering what would happen next.

This tread mill had been modified to be electrically driven, so that it did not rely on the efforts of several prisoners to turn it, if necessary, a single prisoner could be accommodated.
The prisoner`s task was to run to keep up with the revolution of the treads, and to avoid painful blows to her shins and calves.
This soon became apparent to Ursula when the guard set the machine in motion, forcing her into a brisk trot which caused her to pant for breath and made her large creamy breasts perform an erotic dance.
Ursula was not a fan the Gym, and since she had left University, her only acquaintance with strenuous exercise had taken place between the bed sheets, so it was no surprise that she was soon perspiring heavily, her flesh looking as if it had been oiled, and she was blowing like a grampus.
Her discomfort soon became worse, the sadistic guard increased the pace a notch, and by the time the hour was over, and she was released from her perch, the Danish woman was doubled over with exhaustion, her aching breasts heaving as she struggled to fill her burning lungs with air.

The unfortunate woman was returned to her cell to face BIg Momma and Elvira, angry that their slave had not come back to complete her chores.

"Hands on your head and stick those tits out." Was Momma`s instruction before delivering a dozen blows with her leathery palms to the already aching breasts.
This pattern was repeated regularly over the following weeks, and in addition, the two black women forced her to perform the most degrading sexual acts for their amusement.
Ursula`s deep masochistic longings for pain and humiliation were certainly being satisfied, and eventually reached their culmination, when on report,
Warden Odemwinge lost her patience and sentenced Ursula to twenty lashes of the whip across her bare back.

The following afternoon, at 5 pm., prisoners and staff were assembled in the prison yard to witness Jensen`s very public flogging.
By 4-55pm., the naked Ursula was again secured to the whipping frame, her legs widely spread, but this time she was upright, her arms pulled high over her head and secured to its top.

The Warden addressed the assembled company.

"Inmate Jensen has proved to be the laziest prisoner it has ever been my misfortune to meet. She has been on report seven times, a record. So she is to serve as an example to the rest of you, and I have no hesitation in awarding her twenty lashes with the cat-o-nine tails which will now be applied to her bare back by Officer Mabusi.

A powerful looking prison officer now stood behind the naked Ursula, running the short thongs of knotted whipcord through her fingers and surveying her target. Ursula Jensen`s buttocks were crisscrossed with a pattern of angry, slowly healing scar tissue from her earlier caning, and were strictly off limits to her lash, but the creamy back would provide her with ample scope to get the slut howling.

"in your own time, Officer."

The whip Mabusi was using consisted of nine lengths of narrow gauge knotted whipcord, much shorter than the traditional British Naval cat, but a formidable implement, never the less.
Her first lash ripped across Ursula`s shoulder blades and produced an anguished cry. It left a series of red stripes on the creamy flesh, with the first hint of blood coming where several of the knots had struck. The second lash was delivered lower down and proved even more painful, the tails wrapping themselves around the rib cage and the exposed right breast.
Mabusi proceeded slowly and methodically, and by the time she had delivered the tenth, Jensen`s back was bleeding freely as was her breast.
The flogging proceeded at the same measured pace, the whistle and crack of the lash followed by the flogged woman`s pitiful scream, and when the twentieth lash was finally delivered, Ursula`s blood was running down freely, with her back, ribs and the full right breast all showing the unmistakeable signs of damage. Despite her obvious signs of distress, Ursula Jensen was in seventh heaven, after all, this was why she had come to Karanga in the first place to satisfy her masochist urge to be flogged until she bled.

Ursula Jensen spent some considerable time in the Prison Infirmary after Doctor Ogbene had again stemmed the bleeding and cauterised her wounds, and it was patently obvious that she would be permanently scarred from her shoulder blades to just below her sulcus.
Shortly after return to the general population once again, events took an unexpected turn.

One of the three whites in the prison, a young British woman, had been released after completing her sentence, and had sold her story to the British tabloid press. The Danish authorities, appalled at her description of Ursula Jensen`s savage caning, moved quickly and arranged for Ursula to be released to the Danish Consul.
Ursula though not best pleased by this dutifully appeared delighted and was reunited with her possessions especially her credit cards and first class air ticket. As she made her way through Departures to Security, at Karanga Airport, she met a familiar face. The cruel Customs Officer who had met arrival was there again.

"Ah, Ms. Jensen, please follow me, place your bag on the table, and remove all your clothes====

END>
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Will she return to the prison? Maybe that's what she deeply want. If I were in her place I wouldn't left the jail, as a deeply masochist pain slut whore I am, I wouldn't leave this unique opportunity to fulfill my masochism.... Whipped only one time isn't enough. Surely if I stay I would be whipped every day during the six months or when my scars heal a bit. Also I would expect to be whipped with a nine tails whip barbed with nails or hooks.....
 
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twonines said:
Later that evening, Ursula Jensen stood to attention in front of an irate Muriel Odemwinge, on report.

"So, Jensen, here you are, on report for laziness after only your first day in the Paddy Field. Disgraceful, it would seem that you failed to benefit from your first encounter with my cane. Unfortunately, Doctor Ogbene informs me that your lazy white arse is still not fit to absorb further punishment, otherwise, you would be receiving your second dose right now.
Don`t think you are getting away with it. Officer, take this prisoner to the basement and give her an hours thorough workout on the treadmill."

So within a few minutes, Jensen was naked, standing on the treadmill, her wrists manacled to its top rail, wondering what would happen next.

This tread mill had been modified to be electrically driven, so that it did not rely on the efforts of several prisoners to turn it, if necessary, a single prisoner could be accommodated.
The prisoner`s task was to run to keep up with the revolution of the treads, and to avoid painful blows to her shins and calves.
This soon became apparent to Ursula when the guard set the machine in motion, forcing her into a brisk trot which caused her to pant for breath and made her large creamy breasts perform an erotic dance.
Ursula was not a fan the Gym, and since she had left University, her only acquaintance with strenuous exercise had taken place between the bed sheets, so it was no surprise that she was soon perspiring heavily, her flesh looking as if it had been oiled, and she was blowing like a grampus.
Her discomfort soon became worse, the sadistic guard increased the pace a notch, and by the time the hour was over, and she was released from her perch, the Danish woman was doubled over with exhaustion, her aching breasts heaving as she struggled to fill her burning lungs with air.

The unfortunate woman was returned to her cell to face BIg Momma and Elvira, angry that their slave had not come back to complete her chores.

"Hands on your head and stick those tits out." Was Momma`s instruction before delivering a dozen blows with her leathery palms to the already aching breasts.
This pattern was repeated regularly over the following weeks, and in addition, the two black women forced her to perform the most degrading sexual acts for their amusement.
Ursula`s deep masochistic longings for pain and humiliation were certainly being satisfied, and eventually reached their culmination, when on report,
Warden Odemwinge lost her patience and sentenced Ursula to twenty lashes of the whip across her bare back.

The following afternoon, at 5 pm., prisoners and staff were assembled in the prison yard to witness Jensen`s very public flogging.
By 4-55pm., the naked Ursula was again secured to the whipping frame, her legs widely spread, but this time she was upright, her arms pulled high over her head and secured to its top.

The Warden addressed the assembled company.

"Inmate Jensen has proved to be the laziest prisoner it has ever been my misfortune to meet. She has been on report seven times, a record. So she is to serve as an example to the rest of you, and I have no hesitation in awarding her twenty lashes with the cat-o-nine tails which will now be applied to her bare back by Officer Mabusi.

A powerful looking prison officer now stood behind the naked Ursula, running the short thongs of knotted whipcord through her fingers and surveying her target. Ursula Jensen`s buttocks were crisscrossed with a pattern of angry, slowly healing scar tissue from her earlier caning, and were strictly off limits to her lash, but the creamy back would provide her with ample scope to get the slut howling.

"in your own time, Officer."

The whip Mabusi was using consisted of nine lengths of narrow gauge knotted whipcord, much shorter than the traditional British Naval cat, but a formidable implement, never the less.
Her first lash ripped across Ursula`s shoulder blades and produced an anguished cry. It left a series of red stripes on the creamy flesh, with the first hint of blood coming where several of the knots had struck. The second lash was delivered lower down and proved even more painful, the tails wrapping themselves around the rib cage and the exposed right breast.
Mabusi proceeded slowly and methodically, and by the time she had delivered the tenth, Jensen`s back was bleeding freely as was her breast.
The flogging proceeded at the same measured pace, the whistle and crack of the lash followed by the flogged woman`s pitiful scream, and when the twentieth lash was finally delivered, Ursula`s blood was running down freely, with her back, ribs and the full right breast all showing the unmistakeable signs of damage. Despite her obvious signs of distress, Ursula Jensen was in seventh heaven, after all, this was why she had come to Karanga in the first place to satisfy her masochist urge to be flogged until she bled.

Ursula Jensen spent some considerable time in the Prison Infirmary after Doctor Ogbene had again stemmed the bleeding and cauterised her wounds, and it was patently obvious that she would be permanently scarred from her shoulder blades to just below her sulcus.
Shortly after return to the general population once again, events took an unexpected turn.

One of the three whites in the prison, a young British woman, had been released after completing her sentence, and had sold her story to the British tabloid press. The Danish authorities, appalled at her description of Ursula Jensen`s savage caning, moved quickly and arranged for Ursula to be released to the Danish Consul.
Ursula though not best pleased by this dutifully appeared delighted and was reunited with her possessions especially her credit cards and first class air ticket. As she made her way through Departures to Security, at Karanga Airport, she met a familiar face. The cruel Customs Officer who had met arrival was there again.

"Ah, Ms. Jensen, please follow me, place your bag on the table, and remove all your clothes====

END>
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It´s still an amazing story.
The only sad thing is, that this Katanga-prison obviously was an all-female prison. And that Jensen hasn´t been raped...
but who knows... maybe she can find a way to be sent to any other only-male prison.. ;)
Thank you for this story to @twonines anyway. Great job! Kisses....
 
catOnine said:
It´s still an amazing story.
The only sad thing is, that this Katanga-prison obviously was an all-female prison. And that Jensen hasn´t been raped...
but who knows... maybe she can find a way to be sent to any other only-male prison.. ;)
Thank you for this story to @twonines anyway. Great job! Kisses....
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Has the story been finished? Maybe it will continue... Ursula deserves to be sent to a male prison to serve the inmates as a masochist whore sex slave, been raped and tortured with no mercy, whipped daily...
 
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