Chapter Twenty

It was her face he wanted to see, and her tits. He crept around the front and took in the pulchritude that hung from Cheryl’s chest. Using two hands, he grabbed the tits by their base and squeezed. “Lovely,” he thought. “Just lovely.” He felt Cheryl squirm as his grip tightened. She gave a little squeal as Stoner pressed harder.

“Good, good,” Stoner murmured out loud to no one. “This bitch is a keeper.” He released the twin orbs and reached for the ties that held on the mask.

Cheryl was overjoyed that the gag was being removed. She didn’t care why or by whom, but she was glad. She could overlook the abuse of her breasts. In fact, any touch was welcome after her many hours of imprisonment and isolation. The mask was rolled back so that her mouth and nose were free, but her eyes were still covered. As the gag was slowly withdrawn from her mouth, Cheryl was overwhelmed with joy. A noise, she wanted to make a noise, she wanted to speak.

Stoner, however, had other ideas. He was rock hard from anticipation and his cock was at the ready. As Cheryl opened her mouth to speak, he rammed his cock home. Cheryl was stupefied. What was this? She wanted to speak, to ask for help. Stoner was having none of it. Hearing her moans and stutters around his cock, he pulled out a short leather quirt he always carried in his belt and stroked Cheryl’s ass hard. She squealed in pain. “Shut the fuck up bitch and suck my cock or you’ll be back in that box in ten seconds flat.”

Cheryl couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t Turk’s voice. It was a man and he had his cock down her throat and was whipping her. “Back in the box!” she thought in panic, “No, no, no, anything but that.” She started sucking the cock energetically.

Stoner pushed in and out of his prisoner’s mouth. It was dry from dehydration and the going was not all that smooth. Cheryl’s jaw was weak from disuse and she couldn’t keep her mouth open wide enough for Stoner’s huge piece. As a result, her teeth scraped his tool’s underside slightly.

Stoner pulled out in agitation. “She doesn’t know how to suck cock. Give me a ring gag,” he ordered his servant. Jeremiah, as always, was prepared for his master’s wishes and complied instantly. Stoner rammed the ring gag home, spreading Cheryl’s jaws and leaving a hole for his Johnson. The going was better now, smoother, and no teeth. He felt for the back of Cheryl’s throat with the head of his thick, hot cock. Cheryl started to gag, shuddering and convulsing each time the flow of air was blocked and the tip of Stoner’s cock pressed past the back of her mouth. She could feel the tip of stoner’s rigid sex as it edged its way down her throat.

But, Stoner was done quickly. His excitement overtook him and he spilled his seed into Cheryl’s mouth. He gripped her head firmly as he let the pulse of his ejaculations flow through his body. He felt his power, his mastery of this helpless female, and he liked it. He liked it a lot.

Before he exited Cheryl’s mouth, Stoner snapped open the hood that concealed Cheryl’s eyes. She blinked at the harsh light. She could see the hairy stomach that towered over her, feel the now tumescent cock leak the residue of its slimy byproduct. She felt the pressure on her head from Stoner’s grip. Stoner pushed Cheryl’s head back, his cock slipping free. He held Cheryl’s eyelids open with his thumbs and forced her to look him in the face.

“Look at me bitch, look real good. You are my property now and you’ll have to do a lot better at cock sucking than that. We’re going to have a lot of fun together and you sure don’t want to make me angry.”

Cheryl’s worst fears had been realized. She had been sold to this crude, cruel man. She was to be enslaved to his whims and desires. New York, her job, her apartment, they were all things of the past. A brand new reality was at hand.

Where she was and where she was going, Cheryl had no idea. But this cruel man who had forced his cock down her throat, who had whipped her, was now the master of her destiny. She could hardly imagine the horrors that faced her, but she knew that very soon, she would find out.

Stoner left Cheryl to ponder her fate and returned to his seat and liquid refreshment. He had plans for this cunt. He wistfully thought of the many hours of pleasure he would obtain from her torture and debasement. “I’ve got to get her oral skills up right away,” he thought to himself. But Jeremiah knew how to train bitches. This slave would soon learn how to pleasure her Master or she would suffer terribly for it.

The trick, Stoner knew, was to make the bitch learn that he held the keys to life and death and that death would not be a release, but a long, slow process of unbearable torment. He had the films of prior escapades to prove it and this bitch would soon watch them. She would learn that whatever pain and humiliation she faced as his plaything, the alternative of death could only be reached only by traversing the Golgotha of torments that he was capable of and had inflicted.

Stoner was anxious to get a good look at the rest of his new property, but wanted to wait until he had the proper setting. It was enough now to watch Cheryl moan and strain against her confinement. After zipping his fly and stepping away from the girl, he had signaled Jeremiah to restore the mask and gag. Jeremiah did so quickly and efficiently and strung a line from the ceiling of the cabin to the top of the hood over Cheryl’s head. Cheryl was stretched upright, her ankles and legs still pinned to the box’s floor. Cheryl’s head swayed side to side with the movements of the plane and her breasts quivered as she struggled.