Chapter Tweenty-Seven

As Stoner left the room, Jeremiah contemplated the mass of quivering flesh before him. He startled the girl by placing his hands on her abused breasts. Cheryl had no more pleas to make, no words to say. What had happened here was something that was beyond her ability to absorb. Never in her life had she imagined herself being the object of such a violent and terrible assault. And now she had been left with this strange, silent black man, an African, she supposed. As she felt him pinch and stretch her nipples, she prayed silently that her abuse was at an end.

Jeremiah proceeded to release Cheryl from her bindings. She needed his support to stand as her bodily strength had been depleted by her ordeal. When she had steadied herself, Jeremiah stepped back from her. He had picked up a short rattan cane. He pressed it under Cheryl’s chin. “Stand up straight,” he ordered her in his deep, melodious voice. Cheryl stiffened her body as best she could. She was trembling with fear.

As he slowly circled the forlorn woman, Jeremiah spoke softly, but sternly to her. “White lady, you are now a slave. My name is Jeremiah and while Bwana Stoner is your owner, I am your real master. You will see me every day as long as you are here. I will tell you when to eat, when to sleep and when to spread your legs for my cock.”

Cheryl was taking in but barely believing what her ears were hearing. She followed Jeremiah with her eyes as he strolled around her, tapping the cane in his hand. She dared not move or speak for fear of incurring his wrath.

“Put your hands on your head,” Jeremiah spat out. Cheryl complied instantly. Her breasts rose as she raised her arms and placed the palms of her hands on the top of her skull. Jeremiah’s free hand was now caressing her body as he spoke to her.

“You will obey me in all things. You must obey Bwana Stoner and please him. He is cruel and barbarous, but it is I who will punish you for any failings. You will forget everything about your former life. That life is dead. You must now think only of how to avoid my whip.”

At this, Cheryl whimpered. Her past life was dead! Who was she then? What would become of her? How long would she spend in this hell?

Jeremiah continued. “I am going to give you ten strokes of my cane.” Cheryl’s whimper became an audible whine.

“Silence!” Jeremiah called out sharply. Startled, Cheryl forced herself to suppress her expressions of misery.

“I am going to give you ten strokes of my cane,” Jeremiah continued. “And you will remain silent and you will remain still. If you move or cry out, I will start again. You will not leave this room until you have taken ten strokes in absolute silence and obedience. Do you understand, white woman?”

Tears streaming down her cheeks, Cheryl nodded her understanding. Ten strokes! How could she bear it?

“And then I am going to fuck you, white woman. And you will fuck me back.”

Cheryl heard the whistle of the cane before she felt it. Jeremiah had struck her across her buttocks with a fierce blow. All of her wanted to scream out in pain. She wanted to run to the corner of the room to escape, even temporarily, her fate. But she held. She jammed her eyes shut and prayed.

As he slowly circled the trembling, naked white woman, Jeremiah took his time in administering the promised blows. He struck hard at the bruised orbs that rose high on Cheryl’s chest. He struck her in the back of the thighs, and then the front, across her stomach and back. Each time a jolt of searing pain coursed through Cheryl, and each time, drawing on all of her strength and fear, Cheryl remained still and silent.

When the tenth blow was struck, Cheryl issued a piteous sigh of relief.

“You have done well, white slut. You surprised me. But understand that the next time I beat you will be a punishment. And then you will not be able to hold back your screams and pleas. Remember that I have told you this.”

Cheryl’s hands were still on top of her head. She had clutched her fingers into her hair to fortify herself while Jeremiah was beating her. She gripped harder at Jeremiah’s words. She understood all too well.

Jeremiah directed Cheryl to a mattressed platform in the corner of the room. It was covered with a tightly fitted, brown cotton sheet. There was a round, cloth covered bolster at the head. Cheryl knew that she was going to suffer another rape, but she was committed to avoiding further pain.

She was ordered to kneel while Jeremiah disrobed. His skin was as black as the night and covered with a fine sheen of sweat from his exertions. Cheryl observed his heavily muscled body with fear and a strange desire. She had never been fucked by a black man and if she had to be fucked, she preferred this finely sculpted flesh, dark or not, to Stoner’s flabby physique and his malicious touch.

The tall, black man stood beside the bed. “Take my cock in your mouth, white slut,” he ordered. “And caress your cunt. If you are not wet and soft when I decide to enter you, I will beat you again.”

Jeremiah’s flaccid cock dangled before Cheryl’s face. She had never seen an uncircumcised penis before and its sleek shape took her by surprise. But she did not hesitate to follow Jeremiah’s instructions. Steadying the thick, black meat with one hand, she spread her jaws wide and engulfed it with her mouth. Her other hand descended to the slash between her thighs and began to desperately rub the nub of pleasure at its apex.

Jeremiah’s sex swelled in Cheryl’s mouth. He placed his hand on the back of her head and drove his cock deep within. Stoner was wrong, Jeremiah thought to himself, this girl did know how to suck cock.

As Jeremiah languorously enjoyed the ministrations of Cheryl’s tongue and lips, Cheryl found her passion begin to rise. Her lower lips engorged and spread. She slid her fingers inside herself and moaned.

Knowing that she was ready, Jeremiah pushed the now panting woman from his cock and onto her back. He knelt between her thighs and unceremoniously stabbed his cock at her sex. Cheryl gasped as she felt the walls of her cunt spread and the friction of the fat, hard penis against them. Her thighs were spread wide and, digging her heels into the mattress, she began to pump back at the thrusting cock.

Jeremiah was riding Cheryl hard. He thrust himself deep inside her, then withdrew almost the length of his hot instrument and pressed himself home again. He could feel Cheryl’s heat and knew that she was close. He placed his hands on either side of her head and pried her tightly clasped eyelids open with his thumbs. She stared up at him, a wild and desperate look in her eyes. Jeremiah then pushed his tongue past Cheryl’s lips and filled her mouth.

Cheryl’s first orgasm was closely followed by a second. Her cries and moans were suppressed by the mouth of her assailant. As she rose to her third throbbing climax, she felt Jeremiah stiffen and heard his unmistakable moan. As her pussy was flooded with his hot cum, Cheryl exploded in almost painful pleasure.

Jeremiah lay still, his weight upon the panting female. She was a passionate bitch and would earn him much gold from Stoner’s officers and neighboring tribal chieftains. She would also give him much pleasure.

Slowly, Jeremiah rose to his knees and regained his feet. Cheryl lay on the mattress, her legs still splayed, her cunt dripping Jeremiah’s cum.

“Get up, slut,” Jeremiah commanded.

Cheryl scrambled to her feet at the harsh command from this looming hulk. She feared his whip. It was incongruous to her that, after a intensely pleasurable fuck, the man was so quickly harsh and cold. She would have to get used to it.

Tapping Cheryl on the ass with his cane, Jeremiah urged her over to a small steel cage. He tied her wrists behind her and reaffixed the harsh wooden gag. Opening a door to the cage he ordered her to get in.

The cage was a three by three square. It had a padded base, but only shiny steel, thick gage rods on its tops and sides running vertically and horizontally. The door was one of the sides and folded down from the top.

Cheryl was put off by the command to enter this tiny prison. She could only fit if she scrunched herself up into a small ball. She pleaded with Jeremiah with her eyes. His response was a sharp crack of the cane across her rear, drawing a screech of startled pain from the bound and gagged woman. Tearfully, Cheryl lowered herself to her knees and crawled into the cage. She rested her knees and feet on the padded bottom and folded her torso against her thighs.

Seeing that the female had squeezed herself into the cage, Jeremiah closed the door and locked it shut. Cheryl was now most cruelly confined. Jeremiah enjoyed the forlorn look of dismay on her face. Smiling, he stepped away and, leaving the harsh light of the room on, left the dungeon, slamming the door closed behind him.

Cheryl’s discomfort was extreme. Her body burned from her beatings. She could feel the products of Stoners and Jeremiah’s cocks leaking from her ravaged slit. Being again cruelly confined pressed home to her the desperateness of her plight. She began to cry. As she peered out through the bars of her cage she contemplated fearfully what pain, abuse and torture her future held.