Whack!
He thrust it in again but still she could not take it.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Mingo beat her buttocks with the stiff cane, causing thin red stripes to appear across her taut skin but no matter how hard Winston thrust his cock into her mouth she could not keep it in. She tried to plead for mercy but, as the cane kept flailing her, she gradually grew weaker and hung more limply from the swinging chain.
Deborah raised her buttocks higher then starting creeping forward. Gross yanked at the chain between her wrists but this time she pulled against him. He tugged hard to hold her back but she knelt up, snatched her wrists to the side and broke free. He tried to grab her but she twisted past him and crawled across the floor until she was crouching at Winston’s feet.
Winston looked down at her and grinned as Gross grabbed hold of the chain and tried to pull her back.
Gross! Leave her!
Gross let the chain fall to the ground and crouched down on the ground.
Could you do better bitch?
Deborah looked up at him and opened her mouth wide.
I said could you do better bitch?
She looked up at his glistening, black cock and felt a fresh surge of heat in her cunt. She lifted her bottom high and felt her swelling labia pulsating and, when she pressed her buttocks together, she felt the moisture that ran between them sticking to her pubic hair. She licked her tongue along her lower lip and tasted the spit that was running over it, then she held her tongue out and let a long strand of spit dribble from its end.
Tell me bitch. How would you suck it?
She raised her face towards his stiff cock and felt its heat. Beyond him she could see Chrissie hanging upside down and beyond her, at the end of the warehouse, the cage. Its glistening bars shone into her eyes and she flinched as again she imagined the woman in the story. She pictured her being forced from its sanctuary and she felt a wave of heat in her hips as she saw again the images of her suffering.
Deep, she said softly and, as she spoke, she experienced a gushing heat that surged from her hips deeply into the flesh of her throbbing cunt. She felt her outer labia swelling and opening and she sensed her inner petals forcing out against them.
Deep, she said again and the thrilling surge of excitement throbbed through her body again, burning into her aching thighs and sending shivers into her engorging clitoris.
Deep, and she raised her buttocks to allow the fleshy edges of her cunt to expand and, as they opened fully, she felt the hardening thrust of her clitoris as it poked out from the front of her dampening crack.
Deep, deep, deep, each time she said the word her cunt got wetter and, as she lifted her buttocks even higher, she thought of the cane and the punishment it could give. She stared at the cage, fixated by the hard, steel bars, and waited for his command.
Suck it then bitch!
But she did not move, she could not. She knew that even though she was under his control she could not obey him yet. She dropped her head and started to lick the floor, dripping spit from her tongue then licking it up and rubbing it around her mouth and cheeks. She lifted her bottom higher.
Suck it bitch!
His orders thrilled her even more and his anger made her lap the floor like a hungry animal. Her cunt was wetter and she felt its moisture trickling along the dilated crack of flesh and onto her tangled pubic hair. She waited, staring at the cage then glancing at the rattan cane that hung from Mingo’s hand.
Thrash her Mingo. Thrash her until she does what she is ordered!
She lifted her buttocks as high as she could and squared her elbows against the floor, licking her tongue out onto the ground and waiting for the blows that would allow her to obey.
Whack!
She flattened her face against the ground and licked at it eagerly.
Whack!
Her spit tasted sweet and warm and she fed on it as the cane fell again.
Whack!
The blow stung her buttocks deeply but she only raised them higher, licking at the floor and looking up longingly at the bars of the distant cage.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
The pain cut deeply inside her and caused the burning heat in her cunt to boil. She felt the dripping wetness running around her throbbing clitoris and the sticky strands of her own moisture dribbling from her pubic hair and running against the insides of her thighs.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
She felt her knees buckling and she fell forward but still she had not felt enough pain. She opened her mouth wide and pulled her lips across the spit-drenched floor.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Her head was reeling as the blows of the cane knocked her flat against the floor. Her arms stretched forward and she clawed at the ground to try and pull herself up again.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Each time the cane crashed down across her red-striped flesh it forced her hips flat against the ground. The front of her slit splayed open exposing her engorged clitoris to the hard floor and she felt giddy with the agonizing punishment as it flooded through her throbbing veins. She was ready now. She wanted his orders, she wanted to be told to act, but he was making her suffer more before releasing her into the pleasure she craved.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
She gasped breathlessly and twisted on her side but still the thrashing cane did not stop. She glanced at the cage but all she could see was a blur then, somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard her orders.
Now bitch, suck it deep!
She struggled onto her knees, unsure whether she was still being beaten or not and took the stiff, black cock into her mouth.
Suck it bitch! All the way down!
She felt the throbbing glans against her sore lips and folded them behind its wide flange. The skin behind it was smooth but, as she took it in further, she felt the raised veins that pulsated down its length. She cupped her tongue beneath it and licked the thickened flesh then ran her mouth down it, hungry for its base, ravenous for its throbbing veins and thirsty for its spunk.
The hot glans pressed into the back of her mouth and, for a moment, she felt her throat gagging as if it should be resisted, but she sucked it deeper and when it touched the back of her throat again she felt herself opening to receive it. The pressure of the throbbing end forced her throat wide and, as she imagined its length and thought of its hairy base against her lips, she swallowed hard and it went down.
She could not breathe but she held it there, deeply inside, until she felt it thickening along its length and running with spunk. The beating surge opened her mouth even wider, then pressed against her tongue then finally, as his throbbing glans swelled against the sides of her throat, his spunk shot from its dilating end and she swallowed it hungrily until there was no more left.
He pulled back and she gasped for air, sucking in deep breaths and gulping wildly. She opened her eyes and there was another cock in front of her face. It was Clay’s. He held it out in his hand, it was thick and long, even longer than Winston’s and, as she continued to gasp for breath, he pressed its massive end against her dripping lips.
She reached up her hands, raising the weight of the shackles and chain around her wrists, and wrapped her fingers around it. It throbbed heavily as she drew its black end into her mouth. She ran her hands down it as she took it in, feeling every pulsating vein along its length, then she took a deep breath and forced it to the back of her throat. She squeezed the base and took it deeper until her hands were forced wide by her mouth and it was all inside. She held his heavy balls and pressed her fingers against his anus, feeling the rush of his spunk and drawing it out with her gulping breathless convulsions. As it splashed down her throat, she felt dizzy and faint and when he pulled it out she could hardly get her breath ba
ck, but the taste of spunk in her mouth made her desperate for more and she looked up appealing for her mouth to be filled again.
As she drew the next one into her throat then swallowed onto it and pulled it down, she felt her sopping cunt dilating and throbbing, she sensed the rush of her own orgasm and, as it boiled within her, she sucked the cock down in a frenzy.
As the spunk splashed into her throat, she felt the seizure of her exploding climax gripping her body and she took the next one in without another breath. She held onto it and sucked at it with the gulping spasms in her throat as her own orgasm burst and flooded through her, throwing her into a rigid convulsion that left her gasping for air, jerking uncontrollably and yelling for more.
Can you take more bitch?
Yes! Yes! Deep! Deep! More! More! ...
She yelled in a frenzy, screaming at the top of her voice as though she was possessed. Her own words rang in her ears until they filled her mind. Suddenly she stopped, as she realised what was happening to her and what she was saying. She looked around and saw where she was, it was as if she had woken from a dream and she felt confused and muddled. She looked at the shackles and tasted the semen in her throat and was seized with panic. Fear flooded through her and she started screaming and shouting hysterically.
No! No! Please, please let me go! Please let me go! Let me go! Let me go! She twisted sideways and started rolling around on the floor in a panic-stricken frenzy. I’m frightened, I’m frightened, please, please, I -
Shut up bitch! Tie her ankles and make it tight! Gross! Pull her up! As high as you can! We’ve only just started with you bitch.
Deborah crawled across the floor towards the cage. She reached out for it, hoping to feel the cold steel of its bars, but Winston blocked her way.
Please, please, she begged, please put me in the cage -
Her cries were stifled as she felt the tightening of a rope around her ankles. She struggled to get free but it was hopeless. She watched Chrissie, spent and barely conscious, being let down and hauled away by the ankles. She tried to call out to her but could no longer make any sound then, as Chrissie was pulled into the darkness and thrown down against the wall, Deborah felt a sudden, painful jerk as the rope tightened and she was hauled across to the swinging chain. They lifted her legs and tied the rope to the chain then, as it clanked noisily through the wooden pulley block, she was yanked up until she was clear of the ground. She spun giddily as the men crowded around her and she fixed her eyes on the hard bars of the cage in the hope that when they had done with her they would let her rest inside its sanctuary.
Chapter 4
Deborah lay on the grating floor of the cage. The heavy tarpaulin had been slung over it but she could see light coming through tears in the sides. She felt cold and shivery and, because she had been unable to stop herself thinking about what had happened in the warehouse, she had not slept. She felt so ashamed and humiliated but that was not all. Even thinking about how she had been degraded caused a confusing mixture of fear and craving to well up inside her. She could not hold back the strange surges of desire to be enslaved, and that frightened her, but worse than that was how she had felt the overpowering and terrifying need to be disobedient in order to suffer the levels of pain she craved. It was like a madness! She had to have the pain before she could be released into the pleasures of servitude, and she wanted both so much. She did not understand it but she knew she could not resist it and she shivered all over as the images of her suffering again filled her mind.
After they had finished with her in the warehouse they had thrown her into the cage. She had huddled against the bars shivering and sobbing. A few hours later she had heard voices and had shouted out and pleaded to be released but she had been ignored as the heavy cage had been moved out of the warehouse. She had stared between the bars of the floor and watched in disbelief as the cage was swung up on a crane and dropped onto the deck of a ship.
The clanking of chains, the whirring of machinery and the smell of oil had made her shiver and when she heard the ship’s siren and felt the vibrations of its engine her terror had overtaken her. She had cried loudly as she felt the rolling motion of the ship as slowly it made its way out to sea. She had wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and rubbed the spit from her chin and even though she could see the trembling of her fingers it still all seemed too much to believe. But, as the ship went further out into the darkness of the open sea and the sounds became isolated from the noises of the land she knew it was all real.
She dozed fitfully then woke up suddenly, confused and afraid and thinking of Chrissie. What had happened to her? Was she alright? She could hardly bear the thought of her friend, her only friend, being mistreated so cruelly. She tried to imagine that it was all a terrible nightmare and that she would wake up to Chrissie’s broad smile and the excitement of an evening out together. She screwed up her eyes until she pictured Chrissie’s flashing teeth and long black hair then, holding her breath and keeping the image firmly fixed in her mind she opened her eyes wide. Her heart sank as she looked around in the blackness of the covered cage and the impression of Chrissie faded from her now blinking and tear-filled eyes. She felt embarrassed and foolish; she was utterly alone.
She jumped up as the tarpaulin was ripped away and the iron door of her cage was opened. She squinted her eyes and lifted her face into warm rain. She opened her mouth and let it drip onto her lips and, as a warm wind blew across her face, she felt the stinging saltiness of sea air against her soft skin. For a moment she felt free and excited then, as she went to wipe her wet forehead, she felt the weight of the shackles around her wrists and her stomach filled with renewed anxiety. Her fears were fully awakened as Gross pulled on the chain between her shackled wrists and she fell backwards against the grating floor.
Food, he muttered. Come get food.
He hauled her out of the cage and down a metal gangway. She had to drop her head low to get underneath the rusty, white painted pipes and cables that were entwined around the narrow passage, and, as she ducked and stumbled down the steps, she felt the throbbing drone of the ship’s engines beneath her stocking-covered feet and the sickening movement as the ship rolled slowly on the open sea.
Where are you taking me? What’s happening? Please, tell me where I am being taken?
Gross must not say. Gross must not say.
He pulled her past a large, open tank of water and into a narrow galley. A tangle of pipes ran along the ceiling and a stainless steel cooking range took up the whole of one side. It was hot and steamy and crammed with steel saucepans and cooking utensils. He dragged her to a small table where there was a plate of food and pulled her down onto a seat.
Eat.
He crouched down opposite her and looked around the small galley furtively.
No Saab here. No Saab to see Gross.
He pressed his tongue out and squeezed his lips onto it, then, still looking around to check that no one was watching, he reached forward under the table. He splayed his stumpy fingers between Deborah’s knees and edged them apart. She felt a warm draught of steamy air between her thighs. Gross’s fingers pressed her knees wider and she felt the soft, naked edges of her cunt peeling apart. He forced her thighs further apart and the warm, moist air caressed the inner edges of her soft labia as they opened under the pressure. He moved his fingers to the tops of her stockings then onto the moist, naked flesh that lay above them.
As Gross’s fingers crept higher, he pressed her knees further apart with his elbow. She felt the painful pressure of the outsides of her thighs against the hem of her short dress. She pulled herself further back in the seat, hoping he would give up and draw away but, as she moved back, he pressed his fingers further. Her knees parted even more and the pressure of the hem of her skirt against her skin increased.
She felt his fingertips touching the creases at the tops of h
er thighs, pressing into them and causing her labia to part even wider. She eased back more on her seat but he ran his thick fingers to the top of her crack and splayed her outer labia wide. The warm, moist air touched the exposed edges of her inner labia and she felt wetness running down between her flesh and settling against her dilating anus. He pressed his finger against her clitoris and her labia opened even more. She felt his broad fingertip sinking between them and she squirmed against it to try and pull away. She could not move back any further and, as he pushed his finger deeper inside her wet cunt, she felt herself beginning to drive herself forward and draw it in.
Suddenly there was the clattering of footsteps on the gangway and Winston appeared.
What are you doing Gross?
Gross pulled his hand back and hung his head.
Trying to get a feel eh? That’s very bad Gross, very bad. I don’t know what Saab would think about that.
Gross looked up under his eyes and started mumbling to himself fearfully.
Winston pushed himself behind Deborah. He squeezed her shoulders and she tensed up as his powerful hands pressed down on her. He extended them around her throat then ran them down the front of her torn dress until he reached her breasts. He cupped his hands around them and lifted them slightly. Gross stared at them as Winston lifted them in his hands, squeezing them tightly and pressing his thumb and forefinger around her nipples.
Like to look as well eh Gross?
Deborah’s face flushed red with embarrassment as Winston opened the front of her dress and exposed her breasts to Gross.
Gross leant forward inquisitively as Winston released his grip and pulled Deborah backwards on the chair, dragging her away from the table so that her legs were exposed.
He reached his hands down between her legs, running them along the tops of her thighs until he reached her knees. He pulled them wide and, as her legs parted under the pressure, her dress rode up to the tops of her thighs, exposing the tops of her stockings and the glistening wet flesh of her dilated cunt.
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