Free Slaver's Bait: The Taking of Cheryl by Lizbeth Dusseau

which cruelly split the labia of any woman perched on its pointed top to the iron maiden, which was designed to distribute, through a complex system of wires and probes to be inserted on and in the body, random, fierce electrical charges to the woman sealed into its darkness. There was also a large mattress in the corner for the purpose of fucking the victim before, after or during a respite from the painful punishments inflicted.
    Jeremiah turned to the trembling women. They had both been brought here before by the hulking black man. Each time, he had inflicted long, cruel and painful abuses to their bodies.
    Jeremiah directed the girls over to a short iron bar that hung from the ceiling by chains on its ends. He made the women stand on either side of the bar, which was hanging about six inches above the levels of their heads. Jeremiah grabbed both women by the throat with his huge, powerful hands, hands that extended almost all the way around their pale, white necks. He raised them both up off of the floor to their toes. The women choked and gagged at the pressure to their esophagi.
    “Naughty, naughty girls,” Jeremiah said ominously. “You refused to let the master honor you by the use of your measly mouths. You should know by now that your mouths belong to him. You will learn today what happens to white whores who are reluctant to suck their master’s prick.”
    The two women’s faces were turning red from the cutoff of oxygen. Their eyes began to bulge and their feet began to shuffle and dance. Jeremiah enjoyed their torment. “I have a special punishment for you,” he said to them.
    He released the women’s necks and let them cough and sputter as they recovered their breath. He measured their relative heights visually. Cheryl was about two inches taller than the diminutive Justine. Jeremiah looked around and found a small board about 2” thick and 2’ wide and long. He had Justine stand on it, bringing her eyes level with Cheryl’s.
    “Stick out your tongue!” he ordered Justine. She did so hesitatingly. “All the way!” Jeremiah boomed.
    When Justine’s tongue was extended to its full length, Jeremiah fastened a long, thin, wooden clamp on it. It was long enough to bar the retreat of the tongue into the mouth. Its bite was painful and Justine winced when Jeremiah snapped it closed. He gave a similar order to Cheryl. When had had finished affixing he device to Cheryl’s long, pink tongue, he ordered the women to stand still.
    Both women had experienced the long and subtle torture of having devices clamped on tender parts of their anatomy. The pain gradually built to almost intolerable levels. But it was tolerable. The women expected Jeremiah to return with more clamps, which would be affixed to their tits, their lips or their vaginas.
    But when Jeremiah returned, he held a three foot long leather strap. Small metal rings were attached at either end. He turned and faced Justine, his back to Cheryl, obscuring her view. He showed Justine what he had in his other hand. It was a large, thin fishing hook, with a barbed end and a sharp, pointy tip. Justine watched with bewilderment as he threaded the hook onto the end of the strap. With shock she watched as the harsh man grabbed her tongue and deftly pushed the tip of the hook through it.
    “Aaaarrrrrrgh!” she cried. The hook sent a literally piercing pain through the woman’s mouth. Blood poured from the wound. Jeremiah smiled at the wailing wench. She would remember this day, he thought.
    The ruthless man turned and faced Cheryl. She had not seen the cause of Justine’s anguished cry and her continuing violent moans, but she had heard them clearly. Something remarkably painful had been done to the blonde girl and was about to happen to her. She started to grimace and cry. Her tongue flapped helplessly outside of her mouth. Her hands were tied behind her, rendering resistance futile. She saw Jeremiah thread the strap through a small ring soldered to the