"Now, my precious little nigger cunt, I am going to release you from your bondage, but for only a moment. I do not want you to think that your torture session if through. Oh my, that would be quite an error on your part if you thought that. You are far from through. I am going to fuck you right up the ass as you have never been fucked before, my precious dark meat. But I am above getting nigger shit on my cock, so I am going to flush out and purge your bowels before I brutally bugger you," Bernard Cornfield said. The little black girl could tell that the man was getting quite horny by the huge throbbing bulge that had formed in the crotch of his increasingly tight trousers.
He unlocked the cuffs that held the little girl's wrists and ankles in place. In a uncommon moment of tenderness, the sadistic whit man even massaged the little girl's hands and feet to make sure that the flow of blood was circulating properly once again into her fingers and her toes. The little girl could see that her pierced nipple was grossly swollen. It ached and throbbed, but the sharpness of the pain she had experiences while the needle was actually pushed through her nipple had faded. Her nervous system could only register so much pain before it turned off and numbed.
He helped her to her feet and led her to the far corner of the torture chamber. The chains connected to the pulley – the chains Jonah had broken while he was being whipped by Annabelle Cornfield – had been replaced. The little girl was forced to stand beneath these cuffs. He ordered her to stand on the bare wood floor with her tiny feet shoulder width apart. He made her raise her arms high over her head.
The man cranked the crank that lowered the cuffs. He attached the little girl's wrists inside the toothed cuffs tightly. Just when the sensation had returned to her tiny hands it was forced out again by her renewed bondage.
He returned to the crank and lifted the cuffs, straightening the little girl's arms over her head, locking her elbows, and putting painful pressure on her shoulders. Indeed, there was a time – when Tammy Taylor thought her shoulders where going to be ripped right out of their sockets.
"Now I want you to lower your head and bend forward at the wait," he said.
"But I can't. My body is stretched straight. I can't bend over," she cried.
Fresh tears of anguish were welling up in the little girl's eyes.
"But you must," he said and placed his hand on the back of her head.
"ARGH!" she screamed as he pushed her head down. The pressure on her shoulders was greater than before and she expected to hear the cracking of her bones at any second.
The keep the girl jack-knifed at the waist the sadistic white man tied a leather strap around her waist and the back of her neck. She could feel unspeakable pain filling her already exhausted nervous-system.
The handsome white man then went to the cabinet where he had previously fetched the ring the needle. He found in there an enema bag, such as those used in the old southern hospitals to help old people who were constipated take a healthy dump.
He left eh torture chamber and filled the bag with water. He returned and attached the bag, now full, to the top of the metal pole mounted on wheels. The bag looked a lot like a hot water bottle but it had a long dangling hose to keep the water from flowing out prematurely. The nozzle at the end of the hose was made of carved ivory. It had several holes at its tip for the water to flow through. The nozzle – which was long enough to be appropriately called a syringe, was thickest at the tip and skinniest at the base.
The thickest part of the syringe was designed to fit deep inside the little girl's ass, past her sphincter muscle, into her colon.
Her asshole would squeeze at the skinny base of the nozzle – thus blocking the thick tip inside. Tammy could tell right away that it would take a sharp tug to get the nozzle back out of her asshole once it was deeply inserted.
The man had filled the large bag to the very brim with cool water. There were man quarts of water in the enema bag, much more water than Tammy would have thought could possibly fit inside her bowels.
In a pathetically weak voice the little girl asked her white master how much of the water she was expected to take inside herself. He told her that she would not be allowed to release a single drop of the water until the bag was completely empty.
Tammy realized right away that it was going to take all of her courage and willpower to hold the water inside. Somehow she was going to have to learn – and learn fast – how to tense her sphincter muscle while relaxing at the same time. The man told her what he would do to her if she released the water prematurely, and she shuddered. She wanted to dir quickly – but the torturous method of death the man described to her at that moment was so horrible that she could not desire it. She knew she would have to take all of the water up inside her ass, no matter how much she and to stretch – no matter how severe the pain became.
Tammy could feel the man's soft hand running over her ass cheeks – which by this time were permanently marked by the man's savage lash.
He rubbed her ass cheeks gingerly at first – and then massage the flesh. He dug his fingertips right into the crack of her ass. She could feel the tip of his middle finger – this longest finger – touching her frightened asshole. He pulled her ass cheeks apart as far as they would go. He didn't stop separating her dark buttocks until the skin in the crack was stretched taut. He had the base of the enema's hose in his other hand. He pushed the blunt tip of the ivory syringe in the cleavage between her spread buns. He ran the tip up and down the crack of the little slave girl's ass and she shivered and moaned a little bit each time the ivory made direct contact with the mucous membranes at the mouth of the rectum. He stopped moving the syringe when it was poised at the center of the asterisk of her nether eye. He adjusted the nozzle so that it was at the appropriate angle for deep-anal penetration. Then, with a sudden snap of his strong wrist, he drove the syringe deep inside her ass. She grunted as if all of the air had been knocked from her lungs.
Tammy could feel the tip of the syringe pushing right up into her colon. She could feel her anus involuntarily squeezing at the base of the nozzle – just like it was supposed to. The man paused and slowly counted to ten silently. He then removed the clamp from the hose that prevented the water from flowing. She could feel the cool water rushing into her ass – and her entire body jerked as if she had just been struck by a bolt of lightening.
The water was cold compared to the heat of her inner ass, and she shivered violently as she felt as if her body temperature were lowering. She felt as if her body temperature lowered a good teen degrees in a matter of seconds. Her back teeth began to chatter instantly.
Her first instinct – naturally enough – was to shit the water right back out, but she knew very well that that would be a big mistake. She tensed her asshole. She relaxed her colon as much as she could. She could feel the pressure inside her bowels getting a little bit worse with each passing second.
Time dragged.
In spite of the fact that she felt very cold, she could feel beads of hot sweat forming in a straight line across her brow. That brow, which was usually very smooth, was not deeply furrowed with her tension. Her back teeth were clenched together so tightly by this time that the muscles at the sides of her pretty face were starting to protrude. The muscles in her legs felt as if they were becoming increasingly weak. Her knees no longer support the weight of her body. Her knees were shaking. She felt as if her feet would no longer support the weight of her body, and this scared her also. If her legs gave out she knew the bones in her arms and shoulders would snap like a pair of breadsticks.