Jeremiah nodded deferentially and led the dismally unhappy, petite girl from the room. Stoner turned to Cheryl. “And, we shall see how long you last, cunt. Open your mouth and suck my cock.”
Cheryl, having been impressed by Stoner’s heartless cruelty, needed no encouragement to comply with the man’s perfunctory order. She spread her lips wide and accepted the still flaccid flesh as Stoner jammed it into her mouth. She worked it with her tongue until she felt it begin to harden. As it rose, she began to stroke it with her lips. Soon it had reached full prominence and Stoner began to moan with pleasure.
“That’s it cunt, keep sucking it,” he hissed. “Take my cock, you useless bitch. Yeah, oh, yeah!” he cried out.
The cock got hotter and hotter in Cheryl’s mouth. She could taste Stoner’s precum as the meaty hardness began to throb. Whimpering with relief, she sucked down all of his salty discharge. Cheryl hoped and prayed that she would not be beaten.
Stoner withdrew his shrinking tool from Cheryl’s mouth and tucked it away in his pants. “That’s better, slut. Later on we’ll see how you fuck. Tomorrow, I’m going to bust your cherry in your ass.” He turned to the other two naked and kneeling women. “Teach this slut the rules. If she fucks up, I’m going to whip everybody.” He marched from the room.
The women knelt together in silence for more than an hour. Stoner’s instructions were certainly frustrated by the fact that the two women, Justine and Mary, remained gagged. All three remained bound. There was nothing to do until Jeremiah came to release them.
Cheryl was too afraid to move. She hadn’t been told to stay still, but she hadn’t been authorized to move either. It felt incongruous to be a bound prisoner in what was a well furnished, tastefully appointed bedroom. The walls were decorated with light blue wallpaper, a matching, but darker, rug. Three luxurious beds lined one wall with only the brass rings embedded in their frames to dispel their innocent appearance. A tall, lush tree stood outside the window and its leaves permitted an intermittent pattern of flickering light to reflect on the floor. Cheryl could hear a cacophony of birds outside, a stark contrast to the heavy silence in the room. Justine and Mary watched her warily, waiting to see what nature of unfortunate woman had been cast into their midst.
When Jeremiah returned, he unceremoniously released all of the women from their bonds. After removing the gags from Justine and Mary, he paused to address them. “This is Cheryl, your new sister. Kiss her and welcome her.”
The two women crawled the short distance to where Cheryl knelt. Justine kissed her first, not a light buss on the lips as Cheryl expected, but a deep passionate kiss. She placed her hand on the surprised woman’s breast and pressed her lips firmly on hers. Justine’s other hand circled Cheryl’s waist and drew her towards her. Her tongue darted into Cheryl’s mouth, teasing the inside of her lips.
Cheryl felt herself melting. She had never kissed a woman before, not like this. But instead of revulsion, she felt warmth and passion. Her cunt began to lubricate and tingle. Mary kissed her next, placing her lush, ruby red lips on hers and thrusting her tongue deeply into her mouth. Cheryl felt Mary’s ample breasts press against her own. The feeling was electric, as if sparks of pleasure was passing between them. When Mary released her, Cheryl was panting for breath, her pussy afire.
Jeremiah paused for a moment and then grabbed Justine by the arm. To Mary he said, “Make her come with your mouth.”
He pulled Justine to her feet and led her to one of the beds. As he pushed her down to fuck her, Mary stroked Cheryl’s face and smiled tenderly. She pushed Cheryl to her back on the floor and took one of her teats in her mouth. Cheryl moaned as Mary administered a long, soothing bite. Her hand found Cheryl’s steaming cleft and, separating the engorged lips, pressed inside. Cheryl moaned as the hand enflamed her. Slowly, Mary dragged her hot lips down Cheryl’s tummy to the fevered gash below. Her long, bright, orange brown hair flowed around the body of the supine girl as she insinuated herself between Cheryl’s legs. Spreading them widely, she pushed her tongue deep into Cheryl’s cunt, drawing a loud sigh from her.
Cheryl grabbed the head that was pleasuring her and began to rock her hips. In the background she could hear Justine’s moans as Jeremiah took his pleasure with her. Mary’s practiced lips drove Cheryl closer and closer to orgasm. When the throws of her passion seized her, Cheryl cried out.
The two women lay supine and entangled as they waited for Jeremiah to finish his pleasure with Justine. Unlike Stoner, who sought his pleasure quickly and violently, Jeremiah luxuriated in his possession of a woman’s body, especially that of a white woman. That was not to say that he did not also enjoy the infliction of pain, as Cheryl had already found out. He considered his sexual domination of the white female slaves just as important as his physical, violent domination of them. Thus, he was the source of both pleasure and pain.
Jeremiah came with a long, drawn out moan. Justine was coming too and her cries resounded throughout the room. When he was done, he climbed off of the bed and ordered Justine to the floor. “You will tell her what she needs to know,” he reminded them. “If she breaks a rule, I will whip you all.”
After Jeremiah left, Justine and Mary embraced. Mary was crying and Justine soothed her with calm, soft words.
“Oh, Justine,” Mary sobbed, “I was so scared. I’m sorry for Sara, but I couldn’t face being sent to a whorehouse.”
“There, there,” Justine comforted her in heavily accented English. “It’s all over now. We’ll be safe for a while.”
Justine looked up at Cheryl who was taken aback at the sudden show of emotion between the two young women. She too began to sob. She cried for herself and she cried for the poor young woman who had been sent away and who undoubtedly would suffer extreme anguish this very evening. But Mary was right, she was glad it was Sara and not her.
Justine finally calmed Mary and, releasing her, spoke to Cheryl. “My name is Justine and this is Mary. What is your name?”
Cheryl told her. Justine crept over to Cheryl and wrapped her arms around her. “I know it’s hard. But believe me, there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re here and you will stay here until Stoner decides to send you to the capital. He is a mean prick and he will make you suffer. But he is away a lot and, since there’s three of us, his attention is usually divided.”
“B-but,” Cheryl stuttered, her voice cracking, “how can he do this? I, I can’t believe what’s happening to me. I don’t want to be a sex slave. I want to go home.” Cheryl’s tears began anew. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed heartily. The anomalous scene she had just witnessed, the memory of her brutal treatment the night before, and the casual but intense sexual experiences of the last twenty-four hours were causing a type of sensory overload. Cheryl did not doubt the reality of the bruises and lacerations that her body bore first from Stoner’s and then Jeremiah’s whips. She could not dispel the reality of the invasions of her body by these cruel men, nor the delight of Mary’s energetic and experienced lips. But yet her mind could not accept that she was really here, somewhere, apparently, in Africa, and was condemned to spend the rest of her life as sexual property.
Mary joined the two women and the three embraced each other. “Cheryl, believe me,” she said in her Irish lilt, “you have to forget your old life. It’s gone forever. We’re hundreds of miles from anywhere and Stoner owns us. But we have each other. That’s something.”