Caged!

by Gerald Rochelle

  She dropped her head back further and saw the cage and, as his tongue thrust as far as it could and his fleshy lips squeezed around the ring of her anus, her head filled again with the images of the woman in the story. But this time Deborah imagined it was her in the cage and the more she looked at the bars and saw herself clinging to them in fear the more she squashed herself against the pole and the more she opened herself up for the delving tongue in her anus.

  She wrapped her legs around the steel pole and squeezed her open crack against it. She rubbed her hard clitoris against it more rapidly and felt the full weight of her body on her wrists but, as she felt the stinging heat of her orgasm flooding within her, she also felt the darkening mist of unconsciousness and she dropped against the pole unknowingly jerking and twitching as he continued to lick her as deeply as he could.

  Chapter 3

  Deborah opened her eyes wide. For a moment she did not know where she was, she almost felt she had been dreaming but, as she stared around the huge warehouse, she realised that everything that was happening to her was frighteningly real.

  She closed her eyes and thought of Chrissie. She remembered the time in the club when they had first met. Deborah had been so nervous about going, she knew no one, had hardly got any money and was staying in a hostel. Chrissie had been drinking and flopped down on a chair next to her, exhausted from dancing. She looked beautiful, sweat glistening on her face and her long, black hair sticking to her cheeks and across her mouth. When she had reached across the table between them Deborah had noticed how Chrissie’s breasts squeezed together in a tight cleavage above the neat edge of her low-cut, white top. They had started to talk and Chrissie had said she could get her a job at the office where she worked. The next day she had gone for an interview with Mr Kamil, got the job and an advance on her salary and by the weekend, again with Chrissie’s help, had found a small room to rent. Deborah pictured Chrissie’s face and wished so much that she could see her again.

  She was still shackled by the wrists but had been let down from the chain and was curled up at the foot of the metal pole with her panties around her knees. Gross emerged from the darkness, crouched down by her side and cocked his head to one side.

  Gross in charge. Pretty girl, but must not touch. No, Gross must not touch or Saab will be angry with Gross.

  Please, can you help me, please, I must escape from here. This is all a terrible, terrible mistake.

  Gross cocked his head to the other side then closed the heavy lids of his bulging eyes tightly together and laughed.

  Cannot escape. Gross in charge. Gross is guarding pretty girl. No, cannot escape.

  Please, please help me ...

  Gross laughed again and pawed his hands towards her. She reached out to him and he shrank back fearfully.

  Must not touch! Must not touch!

  A door opened and Winston strode over.

  Awake at last eh? What a pity you missed all the fun last night. You as well Gross. Poor Gross, never has any fun.

  Gross muttered and pushed his hands under his legs.

  Gross must not touch. No, must not touch -

  Shut up Gross!

  Deborah sat up and straight away felt how sore her bottom was. Her anus ached and when she looked down she saw angry red stripes criss-crossing her breasts. She rubbed them but flinched as her fingers touched her burning skin, then she realised her bra had gone and her dress had been torn completely open at the front. She pushed her hand down to her pubic hair and it felt sticky and matted. A fresh wave of panic spread over her.

  What have you done to me? You must let me go. You have no right to ...

  Winston laughed and swung around to Gross.

  Gross! She is to be shipped out later tonight. Take her and clean her up.

  Deborah pulled her panties up as well as she could and her face flushed red with embarrassment. She opened her mouth to speak and winced as she felt her sore lips. Gross yanked on the chain that ran between the heavy shackles on her wrists, hauled her to her feet and dragged her away. She stumbled as he pulled her into a small washroom.

  Clean up pretty girl. Gross in charge.

  He leant clumsily against the basin and turned on the taps then yanked the chain between her wrists and pulled her towards it. He stared at her as she dipped her hands in the water and began splashing it over her arms and face.

  Clean up all over. Gross in charge.

  He watched her closely as she splashed water across her breasts and down the front of her stomach.

  Clean up all over. Panties down. Gross in charge.

  No, it’s alright really, that’s enough -

  All over! Panties down!

  He yanked the chain hard and the shackles dug painfully into her wrists. She cried out as he held up the chain, threatening to pull at it again.

  Panties down! Panties down!

  She took hold of the waistband of her torn panties and slipped them down over her thighs.

  Panties down. Further!

  He tugged at the chain again and she pulled them down to her knees.

  He watched her closely, tipping his head from side to side, as she splashed water around her pubic hair and washed away the stickiness that clung to it. She cupped her hands, filled them with water, and bathed her cunt, gently washing the folds of her outer labia and drawing her fingers slowly between the soft furrow of her flesh. She rubbed her wet hands between the crease of her buttocks and around her sore anus, then, when she had finished, she dried herself carefully with a small, dirty towel. All the time, Gross pawed his hands towards her, tracing his fingers around the outline of her breasts and pulling them back jerkily whenever he felt they got too close.

  Now in here.

  He pushed open the door of a small cubicle, crouched down behind the toilet and dragged her backwards onto the seat. She sat there nervous and embarrassed with Gross staring between her legs until finally she managed to urinate. Her face flushed red as he drew closer and watched the last trickles dripping from her. She wiped her cunt with a paper tissue and reached down to pull up her torn panties. She held the tattered material between her fingers and a wave of despair spread over her. Even though she wanted to cover herself with them, she could not bear them any more. She wriggled them down over her ankles and stuffed them behind the toilet pedestal before Gross grabbed her wrists and dragged her back into the warehouse.

  Winston was holding a heavily knuckled, rattan cane and, as he eyed her up and down, he prodded her in the side with its tip.

  Good, now on your knees again to meet our guests.

  He poked her with the cane and she twisted away and turned her back to him. She wanted to beg him to let her go but before she could collect her thoughts he prodded her again more sharply.

  I said on you knees bitch!

  He lifted the hem of her flimsy dress with the end of the cane and hung it onto her shoulder. Her suspender belt was pulled closely against her firm buttocks and the white suspenders were drawn tightly down across her thighs and clasped to the tops of her stockings. He smiled broadly and brought the cane down hard against her bare buttocks.

  Whack!

  The pain stung her deeply and she cried out and fell forward as anxiety welled up in her stomach.

  I said on your knees bitch!

  Whack!

  The cane fell across her back and she yelled out again. She tried to run away but Gross yanked the chain and she stumbled over and fell to the floor. She felt her heart pounding and crawled forward on her stomach as she tried hopelessly to get away from him, then she saw the cage in front of her and stopped.

  Winston stood in front of her and placed his feet on either side of her hands. He stared down at her as she trembled and shook with fear.

  Still frightened o
f the cage eh? That will not last long. You will beg me to put you in the cage before long. Do you hear bitch? You will beg to be locked in the cage and when you do, yes when you do beg - and I promise you that is what you will do - you can only hope that I will let you in!

  He lifted the cane back threateningly and she cowered beneath it. She knew she could not escape and slowly got up onto her knees.

  Now wait there for our guests.

  Deborah crouched on all-fours staring down at the ground. Gross knelt beside her, occasionally pulling at her chain and muttering. He reached out and moved his hand above her upturned buttocks then jumped back fearfully as the door burst open.

  Two black men strode in dragging a young woman behind them. She was wearing a short red skirt, flesh-coloured stockings and an open necked, white blouse. Her long, black hair was in disarray and the mascara around her eyes was smudged and smeared across her cheeks. The men pushed her up against the wall and shouted to Winston and Wesley who greeted them keenly.

  Mingo, Clay, who have you got here?

  Some tart we found in the street. Thought she might like to join the party.

  Deborah kept her eyes fixed firmly on the floor, not daring to look up in case she was punished again.

  Winston grabbed the young woman under the chin.

  What’s your name tart? She pulled back, too afraid to speak. I said what’s your name?

  Her voice was frail and trembling.

  Please Sir, my name’s Chrissie.

  Deborah’s heart started pounding wildly as she heard the familiar voice. She looked up fearfully and saw Chrissie’s frightened face as Winston lifted her chin and stared menacingly into her dark, wide eyes. Without thinking, Deborah lurched forward but Gross yanked her back and she looked down again, too scared to say anything and too frightened to move.

  Winston pressed his face close to Chrissie’s.

  Well, at least you know how to address me.

  He laughed and let her go but she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back.

  Please Sir, please let me go. I promise I won’t say anything, please -

  Let go tart!

  She clung to his arm but he prised her away and pushed her roughly back against the wall.

  Bend her over boys, I think little Chrissie needs a lesson in obedience!

  Mingo and Clay grabbed her arms and bent her forward. Winston lifted the hem of her short skirt and revealed the backs of her bare thighs outlined by her white suspenders and the edges of her tightly pulled white panties.

  Please let me go, please -

  Shut up tart!

  Winston un-clipped the suspenders from her stockings and reached his hand up to the waistband of her white panties. He grabbed the flimsy material and peeled it down slowly, revealing her firm buttocks and the dark crease between them. She tensed herself and struggled to get free but they held her too tightly and squeezed their hands around her arms until she gave up.

  Bend her over more boys. Let’s see her cunt.

  Mingo put his hand on the back of her head and forced it down until it almost touched her knees. Her legs opened slightly and the soft edges of her cunt squeezed out between them.

  More!

  Mingo bent her head between her knees until the tangle of black pubic hair at the front of her pink slit could be seen between her tightly stretched buttocks.

  Deborah trembled with fear as Winston handed the cane to Wesley then slowly unbuckled his heavy leather belt and removed it from his trousers. He stretched it between his hands then pressed it against Chrissie’s upturned bottom. She tightened as she felt the leather against her skin and he pressed it harder until its edges were firmly against the folds of her protruding outer labia.

  Hold her tight boys! Let’s see how much she can take!

  He held the belt by the buckle, drew it back behind his head then brought it down against her buttocks.

  Whack!

  Chrissie screamed as the belt smacked against her skin and she pulled against the men’s restraining arms in panic.

  Whack!

  The leather belt smacked down again, hitting her buttocks flatly and leaving a wide red stripe across her taut skin. She screamed again, louder than before, and thrust her hands backwards to try and cover herself.

  Hold her arms!

  Whack!

  The belt came down again and another wide, red stripe appeared on her tight-stretched skin. She howled loudly and, overcome by the pain and desperate to escape the punishment, she threw herself to one side.

  Whack!

  The belt curled between her legs and fell fully across her squeezed-out labia. She screeched at the top of her voice and, in a frenzy, twisted herself away from the men’s grasping hands and ran towards the door.

  Winston laughed as Mingo and Clay dragged her back.

  Please Sir, please, I will do anything, but please, no more, I can’t -

  Bend her over again, and this time keep hold of her!

  They bent her forward again and, as she screamed like a tortured animal, Winston beat her relentlessly.

  Whack! Whack! Whack!

  She screeched and shouted for mercy as spit sprayed from her gaping mouth, but he did not stop until she was exhausted and could scream no more.

  Tie her ankles and pull her up on the chain. Let’s see if she’s learnt her lesson.

  Clay found some ropes nearby and started winding them tightly around Chrissie’s ankles. Gradually, as she recovered, she started to struggle again but Mingo wrapped his elbow around her waist and lifted her off the ground.

  Deborah crouched on all-fours and watched the desperate girl as her eyes blazed wide with fear. Deborah edged forward slightly and, as Gross tugged her back, she saw that Winston had noticed her moving. He smiled at her menacingly and she dropped back but still kept watching.

  Clay knotted the ropes around Chrissie’s ankles then bound them into the block that hung from the long chain in the ceiling. Mingo let her go and she fell on her back, twisting and rolling from side to side with her feet held just off the ground by the hanging chain.

  Gross! Haul her up!

  Gross hesitated for a moment, unsure about leaving Deborah, then he jumped up and lurched over to the opposite end of the chain and began hauling it through the pulley. Chrissie was pulled up by the ankles until she was suspended with her head clear of the ground.

  That’s enough!

  Gross tied off the chain and rushed back to Deborah’s side.

  Chrissie’s eyes were wide with terror as she hung upside down on the spinning chain with her short skirt tangled up at her waist and her blouse twisted around her neck.

  Winston pulled back the belt again and brought it down across her rotating body.

  Whack!

  It lashed across her back then wrapped itself around her hips, tightening up and stopping her spinning. She tried to cry out but her attempts turned to coughing and choking and spit dribbled from her mouth as Winston unwound the belt, drew it back and lashed it down again.

  Whack!

  The belt slashed across her exposed breasts and wrapped itself around her back. She spun wildly and her face reddened as her hair stuck to her spit-smeared face.

  Whack!

  The belt lashed down and caught her breasts again but this time it wound tightly around her neck before she spun back under its tension and was released. A long dribble of spit ran from her mouth until it reached the floor.

  Whack! Whack! Whack!

  He beat her remorselessly, each time allowing the belt to wind around her and stop her spinning before pulling it free and starting her again like a top.

  Deborah eased further forward. She felt herself tingling all over and,
as she moved, she felt the redness in her neck spreading down across her breasts and burning around the base of her hardening nipples. She squeezed her legs together and felt the heat in her labia and, when she squeezed her buttocks, she felt the edges of her cunt swelling and throbbing against the insides of her thighs. As she watched Chrissie’s spinning body, Deborah lifted her buttocks higher and opened her legs so that the edges of her cunt were fully exposed.

  Winston threw down the belt and started undoing his trousers.

  Now, suck this tart!

  He peeled them down and pulled out his cock. It was hard and black and, as Deborah stared at it, she could see the raised and throbbing veins along the full length of its stiff shaft.

  Winston grabbed Chrissie by the hips and stopped her spinning. He pulled her close to him and placed the engorged tip of his cock against her spit-smeared mouth.

  I said suck it tart!

  Her eyes were wide and she struggled giddily to focus as he pressed his cock between her lips then reached down and grabbed the back of her upturned head.

  Don’t just lick it. Suck it! Right in!

  He pressed the back of her head and Deborah watched as the shaft of his cock slid deeply into Chrissie’s mouth. She choked as it met the back of her throat and she twisted her face away. He pressed it in again but again she choked as her throat gagged and made her heave.

  Suck it tart!

  Chrissie choked again, wriggling and twisting and fighting against him in desperation, but he would not release her.

  Give her some of the cane. Perhaps that will make her more obedient.

  Winston held her cheeks and pinched her mouth around his engorged glans as Mingo brought the cane down across her buttocks.

  Whack!

  She tightened her body in pain and Winston thrust his massive shaft into her mouth but she choked and pulled back as sticky streams of spit dribbled from her mouth and ran down onto the floor.