The black asshole was struggling on his toes, his arms tied straight up behind him. Lagunov raised his whip above his head, twisted his upper body away. A spring coiled, tense. Then he let fly. The leather whip thwacked right into the back sucker’s ass. The force smacked the prick off his feet.
Waste not, want not. Lagunov used the chance well. The black was flailing .. his feet lost under him .. strung up off his back-raised arms. Bending down Lagunov grabbed the sodden shorts around his ankles .. effortlessly Lagunov held up the struggling legs. In a couple of tugs, the black had lost his shorts. Stripped of everything. With them the black asshole was robbed of any shred of dignity. Discarding the underwear, Lagunov let the sucker drop. Content to let the black asshole struggle to find his feet. Get them under him. Strain to stand on his own two feet. Patient Lagunov stood aside .. content to hang around till the sucker was again bent over forwards .. swaying on his toes .. his bare ass again exposed. Lagunov could afford to be patient. To let this black prick catch his breath. What had Lagunov got to lose?
He’d not be patient again, though. Lagunov stood sideways to the black ass. The glistening ebony-black back beneath him had been gulping in air .. rising and falling violently. Slowly the violence of desperation eased. The black sucker was getting himself together .. getting his wind back .. getting his hopes up.
Ready for taking. Lagunov struck. Devastatingly.
His arm raised above his head .. the sjambok flexing in the air .. Lagunov fixed his eyes on the target. Taking a deep breath. Then he struck. The leather gulped up air as it fell. The air fled the violent downward path .. swishing away .. escaping. A harsh whooshing sound consumed the oxygen. Lagunov’s upper body twisted out of its coil. The sjambok hit. Catching the black in the lower thigh. Smacking a firestorm of violence at the muscle above the knee. The black fucker flew. He shot forward. He shot off his feet.
One strike. One blow. Spetznaz evaluated the show. The black was off his feet again. The force of Lagunov’s hit had smacked him right off his feet. Driving his legs forward .. jolting the muscled torso off his legs .. suspended. All his weight jarring into the sucker’s shoulder joints. A long extended yell. Not just the pain of Lagunov’s strike .. the pained spasming in his arms.
Deftly Lagunov was making best use of the sucker’s desperate plight .. suspended .. his arms pinned up his back .. straight up. Crippling agonies ripped out of tortured shoulder joints.
Lagunov, this time, did not hang around. The sjambok fell again. All that muscled bulk behind the strike. Tearing across the black sucker’s lower back. Biting into helpless flesh. Smacking all of Lagunov’s massive bulk across his black-muscled back.
The black fucker bawled. He yelled. Agony ripped into his shoulder joints. Off the ground. Back-hung. Agony ripping through flesh. Pain ripping through agonised joints. Flailing .. up in the air .. his footing lost.
Relentless Lagunov struck again. The black sucker yelled. And again Lagunov hit home. A piercing yelp. Lagunov thundered home. Again. And again.