As Stoner strode towards the dining room, Jeremiah had the three woman rise and follow. Stoner had paused at a large bowl of water held by a male servant and washed his hands. When he had dried off, he sat at the head of a long, cloth covered table. The dining room was painted a pale green and was at least 20′ long. The rug was a bit darker and the walls were covered with massive paintings of various extraordinary and scenic views of the African continent. Justine and Mary located themselves to either side of Stoner and looking towards him, received his blessing to sit.
Cheryl had stood stock still on entering the room.
Jeremiah resolved her confusion by standing her about five feet from the end of the table opposite Stoner. He would have a clear view of her naked body and its charms throughout the meal. Jeremiah had one more surprise for her. From deep in his pocket, he produced the ruby colored earrings that the Turk had adorned her with on the night she had been kidnapped. Cheryl was taken aback by the presence of the earrings both because they reminded her of the Turk, but also because they represented property that had once been hers. They were a connection to her former life. And now she had been reduced to owned property herself, no more than a living, breathing, fucking, bauble.
Jeremiah affixed the earrings to Cheryl’s nipples and the lips of her bare cunt. The clasps produced sharp jabs of pain and then a lingering burning sensation. Cheryl felt the tears well up inside her again, but determined that she would not cry. Not for this bastard, if she could help it.
Cheryl watched from afar as the trio consumed their evening meal. Justine and Mary ate sullenly, in small bites, nervous at their proximity to their cruel master. Stoner ate mechanically, barely tasting the marbled, grain fed beef, the delectable produce of his own gardens, the delicate flavor of the expensive Bordeaux. He stared continuously at his property, surveying what he owned. Cheryl stood as still as the buzzing in her cunt permitted. It was holding her just on the edge of passion and she had to fight off the urge to cross her legs to press it tighter and deeper inside her. She too was hungry and the fact that she was not permitted to sup with her sister slaves was disconcerting.
When Stoner finished, everyone was finished. The bulky man sat back in his chair, sated. He produced a long, fat cigar and lighted it, blowing dense smoke across the table. A servant brought him a snifter of what Cheryl assumed to be brandy. He downed it in one gulp.
Justine and Mary sat still. Their exposed breasts rose and fell with their breaths, shuddering slightly. Their eyes were downcast as they awaited whatever whim struck Stoner’s fancy.
Tonight, Stoner only had eyes for his new acquisition. He had trouble remembering her name, calling her in his thoughts, alternatively Cherry and Charlene. It didn’t really matter what her name was. He could call her ‘fuck all’ if he wanted to. But he did like to get it right.
Stoner rose from his chair and approached Cheryl. She cringed as he drew near to her. She fought off the urge to flee, as she knew it would be useless. Mesmerized, she stared into Stoner’s face, wondering what kind of man he was, what he would do to her.
The coarse man grabbed the nipple of Cheryl’s right breast and squeezed it hard. Cheryl squirmed as she tried to fight off the pain. Taking the cigar from his mouth, Cheryl’s owner addressed her.
“Hungry, cunt?” he said. “No doubt you are. But I have something special planned for tonight. I’m going to stick my cock down your throat and you’re going to learn to take it. I don’t want you puking all over my sheets.” The man released Cheryl’s breast. “Jeremiah will get you settled in my bedroom. I’ll be along in a little while.”
Stoner left the room without further ado. Servants poured in to remove the leavings from the dinner. Cheryl watched wistfully as the leftover food was taken from the room. She jumped when Jeremiah grabbed her arm.
Jeremiah led Cheryl along a long hallway and through a set of heavy wooden doors. As she passed through the threshold, Cheryl took in the massive, heavy appointments of what she assumed to be Stoner’s bedroom. The bed was huge, able to accommodate a family of five. It had tall, thick, ebony posts on all corners, all adorned with rings and chains. The furniture was large and heavy with a massive dark brown dresser and a tall, wide wardrobe. In the corner of the room was a tall post with chains attached. Doubtless this was designed for the whipping of recalcitrant wives. Or just for fun.
Pulling her into the room, Jeremiah delivered Cheryl to the proximity of the bed. It was covered with dark green satin sheets with large overstuffed pillows across the head. It was as long as it was wide and Cheryl chided herself for wondering whether the sheets had to be custom made.
She had little time to ponder the accoutrements of the room as Jeremiah dragged her directly to the bathroom. It was a huge room with high ceilings, large tan tiles and a brown rug. The faucets and handles were golden-hued. Jeremiah took Cheryl to the toilet where, after removing the still whirring dildo from her pussy, he ordered her to sit down and pee. She obeyed and, as the tinkle of water sounded below her, she despaired at how low she had come. Her most private and basic functions were now subject to the whims and caprices of her owner and his jailer. Since her hands were tied behind her back, Jeremiah did Cheryl the favor of wiping her vagina free of the remnants of her discharge. He then pulled her to her feet and led her back into the bedroom.
Cheryl hands were untied and a wide belt was wrapped around her waist. It was made from a tightly woven cloth and was firm, yet smooth against Cheryl’s skin. The belt buckled in the back. Woven into the belt at a place corresponding to each hip was a set of two thick strands of fabric. Jeremiah took Cheryl’s right wrist and tied it between the strands at her right hip and did the same for the left. Her hands were now effectively fastened at her hips. The knots were tight and the strands of cloth strong. Cheryl could not release them. She looked up at the intent black servant. The import was clear. She would have no way to defend herself or to frustrate Stoner’s use or abuse of her.
Jeremiah then jammed a wide, leather ring gag into Cheryl’s mouth. Her knees trembled as she remembered Stoner’s remarks about a throat fucking tonight. Now she could neither defend herself with her hands nor close her mouth.
Pushing the frightened woman down on the bed, Jeremiah jimmied her into the proper position. Standing on the bed, on which Cheryl now lay crosswise with her head hanging over the side of the bed, the factotum released two long leather straps from the bed’s canopy. Each one was narrowed at the end so that it could be tied around a limb, in this case, Cheryl’s ankle. Adjusting the straps, Jeremiah fastened the girl’s legs wide apart, exposing her hairless sex. Cheryl strained to see what the man was doing, lifting her head up, not without some strain. Jeremiah wordlessly came around the bed and wound a cloth belt around Cheryl’s neck and tied its ends to a rail that ran along the underside of the bed. Her head leaned over the edge of the bed, her neck against the mattress. She was now fixed in position for the enjoyment of her master and soon to be husband.