“On your knees, slut, face down on the mattress. Turn your butt to me.” Uzoma ordered. Cheryl obeyed swiftly. Her twin portals were presented to her abuser. She felt a long, cool, thick object being shoved into her still moist pussy. Uzoma thrust it in and out a few times, covering it with their commingled discharges, and then withdrew it. She felt the object plunged into her ass. It was not too thick and the lubrication made it slide right in. Another object of similar size was then thrust in her vagina.
The long thick plugs were connected by wires to the little box. The length of the plugs meant that it would be unlikely for them to fall free from the girl’s orifices. Uzoma pushed Cheryl to her stomach. He then took the loose ends of the thongs that he had used to tie her wrists to her elbows and, bringing each leg back one by one, tied off Cheryl’s ankles to her wrists. The pressure of her curved legs caused Cheryl’s back to arch painfully. Her cunt and pussy were both wide open and exposed, the plugs and wires extending out from them. Uzoma slid onto the bed and dragged Cheryl by the hair so that her mouth was over his cock. He had a ring gag in his hand and, pulling her head up, he shoved it home. Cheryl knew that ring gags were useful in throat fucking. Thanks to Stoner, she had a lot of experience there and was not concerned, even though the President’s cock was longer and thicker than Stoner’s. She did not know the purpose of the plugs in her rectum and in her pussy; she had not seen the wires or the little black box on the nightstand.
Uzoma had a small remote control in his hand. His legs were splayed wide open, his knees bent. He showed the remote to Cheryl.
“You see this cunt?” he taunted her. “This is connected to the box over there, which is connected to the dildos in your ass and cunt. If I press this button here, it will cause a little shock. Like that,” he showed her.
A pulse of electricity shot through Cheryl’s loins. It made her whole body contract. Her legs shuddered and pulled on her wrists in reaction to the muscle constricting flow of electricity through her, straining further her back and shoulders. She moaned in pain. When she recovered, her eyes were wide open, pleading with the cruel and callous man. He spoke to her again.
“I’m going to set this on automatic,” he said. “It will vary in intensity and duration, and alternate between your pussy and your ass.” Cheryl looked at him, her brow furrowed in fear.
“When you get me off, I will turn it off, but not before. Understand?”
Cheryl nodded desperately. She had felt only one jolt from the machine, but knew that it was capable of producing intense pain.
Uzoma pressed a button on the remote and watched for Cheryl’s reaction. Immediately, another pulse of electricity shot through her, this time through her anal passage. Her body cringed and she moaned. Cheryl realized that since the President had come three times within the last hour or so, it would be a difficult thing to get him off quickly under ideal circumstances. But without the use of her hands and with the painful emissions from the black box disturbing and interrupting her efforts, it would be very hard indeed.
Uzoma grabbed the back of Cheryl’s head by her hair to help guide her distended mouth to his cock. Just as the end of his cock passed the entrance another seizure overcame Cheryl. She winced and contracted in pain, but continued to her goal. This one had not been so bad. But the next one, a mere three or four seconds after, was the strongest she felt yet. She moaned pitifully. The black man grinned as he felt the vibrations of her moan course through his cock. That was the point, you see. That and the constriction of her throat each time she was jolted. It would produce a nice involuntary squeeze on his tool.
Desperate to end her ordeal, Cheryl tried to bob her head up and down on the black man’s large rod quickly. But Uzoma was in control. He grabbed her hair, immobilizing her head and said to her “Easy, cunt. Do a good job or I’ll thrash you.”
Cheryl groaned and her body contracted at each piercing jolt from the machine. She pressed her mouth down over the upright rod of flesh and pushed it into her throat. She tried to take long, slow, sensuous rides up and down the African’s shaft, but the interruptions of the electric shocks caused her to halt repeatedly and scream and moan onto Uzoma’s cock.
The girl’s throat felt delightful to the President when the already tight passage became narrower on each jolt. The vibrations that Cheryl’s involuntary protestations sent down his cock were marvelous. Like Jeremiah, Stoner’s major domo, Uzoma knew that the point of fucking was the pleasure of possession, not just to come. He took delight in the pitiful moans of his captive. He could do this all night.
But eventually, even he could no longer delay his moment of crisis. He felt his balls contract and his tool fill with fluid. “Ahhhh, slut,” he called to Cheryl, “here it comes!”
Hot sperm flooded Cheryl’s mouth. Even as her mind gratefully rejoiced in Uzoma’s discharge, another jolt of electricity passed through her, causing the flood of jism to pour out of her mouth as her constricted throat rejected it. The slime descended Uzoma’s staff and dribbled into his pubic hair.
Uzoma was just recovering from his moments of ecstasy when he noticed the white cream mixing with his curly black pubic hair.
“You’ve made a mess, cunt!” he yelled at her. He pulled his cock from her mouth and extracted the ring gag. “Clean that up, cunt!” he commanded her.
The jolts of electricity were still coming, as Cheryl endeavored to suck or lick all of the black man’s discharge from his pubic hair. She had to nuzzle her nose against his large belly to do so. Frustrated at her slowness, Uzoma just grabbed the back of her head and swiped his loins with Cheryl’s face. He then pushed her aside. To Cheryl’s great relief, he turned off the electric box.
Uzoma leaned back against the headboard, seemingly, at last, to have exhausted his forces. Looking down at the abject white woman, tears streaming down her face from her terrible abuse, he laughed. “White woman,” he told her, “someday soon Stoner will get tired of you and send you to the capital. I’ll rent you for a month and then you’ll see what pain really is.” He scrunched down on the bed so that his body was next to hers and turned her to her side, facing him.
Placing his hand over her puffy and abused nether lips, he told her, “I’ll pierce your cunt and tie it up with leather laces so no one can use it but me.” His voice was deep, threatening. “And I’ll whip that pretty body of yours until it bleeds!”
A deep, sinking feeling went through Cheryl’s stomach. Until this moment, the threat of being sent to the capital was an abstract one. No girl who had been sent there had ever come back, and so its precise horrors were unknown. So Cheryl had not been able to imagine an environment much worse than her life here as Stoner’s wife. Now she had.
“In the morning,” the dreadful man continued, “I’ll whip your cunt. Then you can suck my cock again.”
In the morning, Uzoma kept his promise. Suspending Cheryl’s ankles from the bedposts, he had lashed her sex terribly. Cheryl, her hands still bound behind her, wailed and cried as the thin whip struck between her pussy lips. Afterwards, she knelt and sucked the African’s thick, black prick. His come filled her mouth when he ejaculated and she had trouble swallowing it. He left her there, hogtied, when he went down for breakfast. Two servants, a man and a woman came in to pack his things. They left Cheryl lying on the floor where they found her.
Following breakfast, it was the big man’s intention to leave. His copter was warmed up and waiting. Stoner was standing on the edge of the parade ground shaking his hand and exchanging last minute pleasantries when he asked the President to wait. He signaled to Jeremiah, who signaled to someone inside the barracks. Two soldiers emerged, frog walking a tall black woman towards them. Her hands were locked behind her and she had a black bag over her head. It was the woman who had been whipped on the afternoon of the raid.
When the woman was brought up to where they stood, the soldiers stopped and held the woman upright. “A present for you, Mr. President,” Stoner said.
A soldier whipped off the hood. The woman’s mouth was gagged by a large red rubber ball, but the rest of her face was clear to see. The President stepped near her and stroked her face.
“Such a pretty one,” he said. He ran his hands down her torso and cupped her sex with one hand. The woman began to struggle.
Ah,” he said, amused. “She is not yet tamed.”
“No, Mr. President,” Stoner replied. “She’s yours to conquer.”
The President laughed. “It will be my pleasure. Turn her around, please,” he said to the soldiers. Uzoma admired the straight lines of her back and the graceful curves of her hips and buttocks. “There’s plenty there to have fun with,” he thought. Then he saw the italicized “S” branded into the cheek of her ass: Stoner’s mark. He wanted to make sure that the President never forgot where this present came from. The struggling woman was dragged to the helicopter, Uzoma and his entourage got in. He waved goodbye to Stoner as it rose gracefully from the grass and climbed into the sky. Stoner watched it as it flew away. “Maybe it’s time to get rid of this guy,” he thought. He had had feelers from a number of young colonels in Uzoma’s army. Maybe he should put somebody in power who would be just a little bit more grateful.