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entering, surprised to see Mary's naked body curled up on the floor, her hands clutched between her legs trying to get the small remaining flutters to stop. “She's going with me,” he stated as he walked out the door, his cock needing relief soon.
    Jerry Lee
    Jerry Lee walked into the room, Samuel and the girl not there yet. He inhaled the smell, his cock growing in his pants as the smell of sweat, cum, and blood assailed his nasal passage. He loved this room, not like the others. This one was desired for the few that liked to inflict pain upon the girls, a wide assortment of various wooden frames and furniture, all built sturdily to hold a naked black female spread and bound, awaiting the touch of a whip on her body. He looked at the wooden floors, dark stains from the previous occupants. He walked over to the large cross in the center of the room. Four sets of black iron chains hung from the corners, the short lengths of chain allowing only a limited amount of movement, thick iron bands dangling from the ends. They would chafe the tender skin of the girl in them, but that would be the least of her problems. Or pain.
    Samuel brought Sarah into the room, the look of terror on her face when she came face to face with the wooden cross. She had seen others like it on the ship, the girls and bucks bound spread eagle on them, their bodies whipped, the blood running rivulets to the floor beneath them. “Please, Master,” she begged to Samuel. “I good girl."
    Jerry Lee looked at her, the dress doing little to hide the naked body beneath it. “Take it off,” Jerry Lee's voice demanding of the black girl. He saw her hesitate, looking at Samuel as if only he could tell her to do it. He picked up the riding crop, slapping it hard against the wooden frame of the cross, the girl jumping in shock of the harsh noise. “NOW!"
    Sarah ripped off some of the buttons on the dress, her fingers opening them in haste. Her arms slid out of the sleeves without hesitation, letting it fall to the floor. She stood trembling, her body covered in goose bumps, not from the cold but the fear that raced through her body. The man looked at her, his eyes traveling from her face to her toes, pausing at her waist. She saw the bulge in his pants as he eyed her naked body. She hated the way the white men looked at her with lust in their eyes. She was still a virgin, but she knew it wouldn't last long. As soon as she was sold, her new master would claim his prize, her innocence, and there was nothing she could do about it. She had seen what happened to blacks that displeased their masters.
    Jerry Lee stared lustily at the naked black girl. Her jet-black skin shining in the bright light of the room. His eyes followed her rising and falling rib cage to the black mounds of her breasts, heaving as the scared girl breathed heavily. Her full breasts were capped with large black areolas, the size of silver dollars, each capped by a nipple that swelled erect from the breeze in the room. He loved large tits, perfect targets to be punished and nipples ripe for the bite of harsh clamps. His eyes went down to her slender waist, the flat plane of her stomach, her full hips to then stop at the thick black bush that did little to hide her treasures from his piercing eyes. Her thighs were clenched tightly, but he caught a glimpse of her tempting slit, her pussy lips full. “Turn around and stop."
    She turned around; at least she wouldn't have to see his leering eyes intimately exploring her naked body. She stood facing the wooden cross, the terror of what he would do to her so close. She kept her thighs together, her cheeks clenched tight, the only sound in the room was her heavy breathing as she waited. She could feel his eyes burning as they stared at her naked ass.
    She looked so sexy, her hair covering up half of her naked back, her hourglass figure, the full hips and her well rounded buttocks clenched tight to protect her most intimate hole. Jerry Lee looked at the