Slowly, Jeremiah rose to his knees and regained his feet. Cheryl lay on the mattress, her legs still splayed, her cunt dripping Jeremiahs c*m.
Get up, slut, Jeremiah commanded.
Cheryl scrambled to her feet at the harsh command from this looming hulk. She feared his whip. It was incongruous to her that, after a intensely pleasurable f**k, the man was so quickly harsh and cold. She would have to get used to it.
Tapping Cheryl on the ass with his cane, Jeremiah urged her over to a small steel cage. He tied her wrists behind her and reaffixed the harsh wooden gag. Opening a door to the cage he ordered her to get in.
The cage was a three by three square. It had a padded base, but only shiny steel, thick gage rods on its tops and sides running vertically and horizontally. The door was one
