Smack! Smack! Smack!
She felt the power of his punishment as the blows rained down on her bottom. Yet still she felt defiant, she knew she was giving him a reason to discipline her and it added a strange but necessary meaning to her pain. The thought started a welling heat of what she knew would be a massive orgasm and she turned and stared back at him insolently.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The pain was terrible as the steel spatula flailed across her skin but still it was not enough, still she needed more and she turned again and stared at him in wanton contempt.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
She felt her blood boiling with the surge of her orgasm. She probed her anus deeply and pulled wildly on her clitoris, revelling in the pain and relishing the ferocity of her punishment.
Gross! Bring her onto the deck! The bitch needs more discipline!
She dropped her knees back even more to try and show him she was ready. She did not need any more. She had received enough punishment. No, she did not want to be taken for more. It was enough. She needed to finish. But, as Gross pulled at the heavy chain and she was dragged forward, she realised that it was Winston who was in control, that she had been deceiving herself with a game that she thought was for her benefit. Her stomach was seized with anxiety and she pulled back, but, as Gross yanked the chain hard and she felt the surge of pain in her wrists, she knew that this was not a game.
Gross dragged her out onto the deck. She only had a second to look around and see where she was before Winston brought the metal spatula down across her buttocks again.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
She bit onto the spoon in her mouth as she was gripped with pure, stinging pain.
Winston shouted to the others who were pulling back the hatch of a gaping hold on the ship’s deck.
Come on boys! Our little bitch needs bringing to heel!
They ran over, Wesley trailing a long rope in his hands and Mingo and Clay hurriedly unbuckling their belts.
She seems to think she can do what she wants. She needs a lesson in obedience that’s for sure. Gross! Untie her!
Gross pulled the twisted up plastic bags from her ankles and wrists and, as soon as she was free, she crawled fearfully to the bottom of a gangway and cowered against it.
Crawl bitch! Crawl when your master commands you!
She pressed herself against the rusty metal afraid to move.
Give her a few lashes Wesley!
Wesley brought the rope down across her back.
Lash! Lash! Lash!
It burned into her skin and she tried to scuttle away.
Lash! Lash! Lash!
Crawl bitch! Here!
She looked at Winston and tried to move towards him but Wesley flailed her again in a frenzy.
Lash! Lash! Lash!
Here bitch! Here!
Racked with pain, she crawled forward and stopped in front of him.
I want to see you crawling around the deck. Everywhere you go, you crawl and if you don’t satisfy us you will get a beating. Do you hear that bitch? You only do what we say!
Deborah dribbled spit from her mouth and it ran over the spoon before dripping down onto the floor. Her body was soaked and the lashing rope had left her skin stinging and red. She felt hopeless and wretched and could only nod her head in futile submission.
Good! Now start crawling and we will make sure you do what we ask.
They drove her down the gangway and onto a lower deck. She sensed the rolling of the ship and heard the clanking of winches. Her nostrils were filled with the scent of oily fumes and, as she was driven past heavy open gratings, her skin was scorched by hot blasts of air from noisy fans. Her knees were sore but every time she stopped the rope was lashed across her back and she was forced on.
Lash! Lash! Lash!
It was relentless, and, as she became more exhausted, she could only crawl slowly so Wesley tied the rope around her neck and dragged her on. In the end, even though he yanked the rope violently, she collapsed and could not move at all. She lay on her front exhausted. Mingo beat her with his leather belt, flailing her with it until finally, she managed to summon the strength to get back to her knees and carry on.
It became dark but still they drove her around the deck, thrashing her to make her go faster and thrashing her again when she stopped. Mingo straddled her and tried to ride her but she did not have the strength to support him. She fell flat on her front and they turned her over and held her down and flailed her with their belts while he wanked over her face. With his spunk running down the side of her outstretched cheeks, they forced her back onto her knees and he tried to ride her again. Again she collapsed and they rolled her onto her back again and the other three wanked over her, spurting their spunk over her face and hair and rubbing it over her breasts.
She tried to plead for mercy but only frothy spit came from her mouth. She wanted to beg them to fuck her and make her suck their cocks and wank them and drink their spunk, anything as long as they would stop her torture. She wanted to be locked up in the cage so that she could be shut away from the terror they were inflicting on her, but she could do nothing except crawl when they told her and take their beating when she failed to please.
She fainted when they made her crawl along a narrow metal gangway and they threw water over her to bring her around. Mingo wanted to tie her by the ankles and hang her over the side of the ship but Winston said he had had enough. Wesley pulled her on the rope to the centre of the deck where they had opened the hatch. He pushed her to the rusty rim, held her there for a moment as she swayed giddily above the dark abyss, then he released the rope around her neck and pushed her down into the gaping hold.
Her nostrils filled with dust as her wet and semen-covered body landed on a huge pile of musty grain. She rolled down the side, barely conscious and unaware of where she was, as the images of her ordeal flashed like a nightmare through her mind. She crashed against the steel-plate side of the hold and lay there stunned.
Slowly, she came to her senses and looked around. She shivered all over as she stared into the darkness then she jumped around in panic as a soft hand reached out behind her and stroked her shoulder. It was Chrissie!
Chrissie reached up and undid the plastic bags that held the spoon across Deborah’s mouth but when it was free Deborah would not let it go.
Let me take it, said Chrissie softly.
Deborah pulled back in fear, clenching her teeth tightly to the hard steel spoon before gradually releasing it and falling back against the rusty walls of the grain filled hold.
What’s going on? What’s going to happen to us? Where are they taking us? Oh, Chrissie, I’m so afraid.
Chrissie wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close.
I don’t know, she whispered, I just don’t know, but at least we are together.
Oh Chrissie, are you alright? I’ve been so worried about you. I’m so afraid.
Chrissie stroked Deborah’s face and wiped away the hot tears that trickled down her flushed cheeks.
Calm down Deborah. We can help each other. I’m sure we’ll get a chance to escape. Yes, I’m sure we will. Calm down.
Deborah started crying uncontrollably and pulled herself as close to Chrissie as she could, pressing her face against Chrissie’s naked breasts and feeling the pounding of Chrissie’s heart against her tear-stained cheeks.
Chapter 5
Deborah and Chrissie were still sleeping deeply when they were woken by Winston and Wesley as they climbed down a long ladder into the cavernous hold. Their clanking footsteps echoed around the deep, steel-walled chamber. They jumped off the bottom of the ladder onto the steel-plated floor. Winston threw a heavy switch that hung from a rusty gantry and some dim, yellow lights flashed on and g
lowed amid circling clouds of dust. The two men strode over to Deborah and Chrissie between huge piles of grain that stretched back like pyramids into the darkness beyond the lights.
Wake up bitches! You’ve got work to do!
Deborah jumped up, naked except for her torn white stockings and suspender belt.
Where are you taking us? You must let us go. Please -
Winston kicked out at her and knocked her backwards into the pile of loose grain.
You’ll find out soon enough. Now, come over here, on your knees! And stop whining! He turned to Chrissie who was wiping her smudged eyes. You as well tart!
Both of them crouched on all-fours and crawled over to him.
Pretty pair eh Wesley?
Wesley laughed as he dragged over a metal cart with long handles and two wheels.
Yes, pretty little ponies.
He fetched another cart and wheeled it alongside Deborah. She raised her head to see what he was doing but Winston kicked out at her again and she flinched and looked down at the floor.
Wesley pulled one of the carts behind Deborah and lashed some thin, leather leashes to the handles.
Back up here little pony, he ordered.
Deborah looked around but he shouted angrily.
I said back up, not look around! Do what I say!
Looking ahead fearfully, she started to move backwards slowly as he gave her more instructions.
To your left, slowly, back up more ...
She felt his domination and followed his orders blindly. It was as though she was an animal in his service, she could only respond to his will and when he told her to stop she did so instantly.
Wesley led the leather leashes on the handles under her hips. He knotted them then pulled them tightly between her legs, folded them onto the small of her back then secured them to another leash that he stretched between the two handles. As he tugged on the straps, she felt the smooth leather pulling between the soft folds of her shaved cunt and, when he twisted the last knot tight, the leather pinched the edges of her naked labia and made her cry out.
Quiet while you have your bridle fitted!
Wesley yanked her head back and held a leather bridle in front of her face. It had several shiny straps, one broader than the rest, and two shiny rings with a steel bar stretched between them.
Open your mouth pony.
Deborah’s eyes widened as she opened her still sore mouth.
Open your mouth wide.
She dropped her jaw and spit dribbled over her bottom lip and ran to the ground in a long, sticky thread.
Wesley drew the bridle across her face. The thicker strap stretched across her forehead and tightened at the back of her head as he pulled the metal bit between her teeth. He yanked the thin straps on the bridle rings and buckled them together at the back of her neck.
Walk forward!
She edged forward and the straps around her waist cut into her skin as she took up the weight of the cart. It was heavy but she braced herself and clenched her teeth around the metal bit until finally it began to move.
Too slow! I can see you need some encouragement little pony. Wesley! Fetch me the driving whip!
Wesley handed him a long leather whip. It had a stiff, braided handle that tapered to a frayed and broken end. He pulled it back and cracked it behind his head.
Deborah tried again, bending her elbows and straining to move forward but it was not enough and, as she took a deep breath and tensed her muscles for another effort, she felt the stinging blow of the whip fall across her harnessed buttocks.
Crack!
The frayed end cut across her skin and, as he snapped it back, it cracked and burned her with a deep, penetrating pain.
Get moving pony!
Deborah fought against the pain, crouching lower and pulling as hard as she could, but her knees were sore and the cart was heavy and she knew she was not moving it fast enough for him.
Crack!
The whip cracked across her buttocks again and she tensed them together and twisted to the side in agony.
Get going bitch!
Crack!
She bit hard onto the metal across her mouth and moved forward.
Stop!
She dropped down on her elbows, panting and gasping as spit dribbled from her mouth.
Now harness our other pony!
Wesley made Chrissie back up between the shafts of the other cart but when he pulled the straps between her legs she twisted away in panic.
Get back here tart! Get back into your harness!
She stared at him for a moment, her face filled with fear, then made a dash for the bottom of the pile of grain. He chased after her and grabbed her by the hair. She tried to pull away, spinning around desperately but he held on and her hair spun up tightly until she could no longer move. He dragged her back to the cart, let go of her hair then wrapped his arm beneath her hips and lifted her off the ground, holding her buttocks high as she kicked and fought against his powerful grip.
Give her a few lashes, perhaps that will make her more obedient.
Winston laid the whip against her wriggling buttocks then drew it back. He held it there as she wriggled and screamed frantically, then he changed his mind and threw it down.
I think a spanking would be better for a disobedient tart like this. I want to save the whip for when she is harnessed and working.
Wesley smiled and hoisted her buttocks higher. Winston smoothed his large, black hand across her bottom, feeling her taut skin and running his fingers between the tight crack.
Are you ready to be harnessed tart?
She struggled and screamed and threw her arms about frantically. He smiled, pulled his hand back and brought it down fiercely.
Smack!
She screeched as his hand smacked down and she flailed her legs out, kicking and struggling against Wesley’s powerful grip.
Smack!
She screamed again and stretched her legs back as the pain surged through her body.
Smack!
Every time his hand smacked down she screamed louder and stretched her legs out more.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
She kept screaming but gradually her legs relaxed and she dropped her feet to the floor, bending her buttocks more tightly and opening her thighs.
Smack!
This time she only moaned and her thighs fell wide apart.
Snack!
His hand smacked against the exposed flesh of her cunt.
Smack!
She hardly made a sound and her buttocks opened more as if she was willing him to smack her cunt.
Smack!
He smacked her fully across her fleshy cunt and this time he did not pull his hand back. He kept it there and probed his fingers around her swollen outer labia then pressed them into the fleshy furrow. She raised her buttocks higher as he plunged his finger into her vagina and she dropped her head to the floor as he bent down and started licking around her dilating anus.
Deborah watched as he licked her deeply and she lifted her own buttocks higher as if imagining it was her being probed by his long tongue. Suddenly, he broke away as if bored.
Now harness the tart!
Wesley dragged her across to the cart and pushed her backwards between the handles. Her hair hung down across her dirty face as he tied her in and Deborah saw the glistening wetness between her upturned buttocks as he pulled the strap tightly between her legs
Winston cracked the whip across Deborah’s buttocks.
Crack!
Now my little pony, back up here for your first load.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The whip burned her flesh as
she struggled to back the cart. Her knees were so sore and the strap between her legs cut deeply between the furrow of her cunt as she tried to push backwards.
Stop!
She stopped obediently.
This grain has to be moved from here, to over there.
He pointed across the dark hold.
And you two little ponies will move it!
Wesley took a smooth handled shovel and loaded grain into her cart, filling it to the brim.
Crack!
Now pull pony! Pull!
Deborah dropped her shoulders and pulled with all her strength. The cart would hardly move to start with but, as she strained and dropped her shoulders lower, she managed to get the wheels turning.
Winston followed her across the hold, snatching the whip back and cracking it across her buttocks whenever she slowed down and kicking at her of she steered herself from a straight line. When he ordered her to stop she was exhausted and her elbows collapsed throwing her face-forward onto the dusty ground. The musty smell of grain filled her nostrils and she choked as she panted and gasped for breath and dribbled around the metal bit that cut into her mouth.
Stand on hind legs pony and unload your cart!
She struggled to get back onto all-fours.
On hind legs!
She tried to stand but the straps around her waist twisted in the shafts of the cart and tightened, pinching the skin of her hips and grabbing at the edges of her cunt.
On your hind legs pony!
The pain in her labia sent shivers through her body as she struggled to her feet. The thin, leather straps pulled at them and pinched the naked flesh but she clenched her teeth onto the bit and managed to get up. As she stood up, the grain tipped from the back of the cart and she fell backwards as the weight was released. The straps pulled at her more tightly and she opened her legs to ease it but it was so great that, for a moment, she did not dare move.
Back for another load pony!
As she got down on all-fours again, the straps untwisted and the pain eased. As Winston drove her back to the pile of grain, she passed Chrissie as Wesley whipped her bottom with a rope to keep her going. Her dirty face looked pained and tired and her dark, blackened eyes stared forward anxiously. She dropped on her elbows from fatigue and, as Wesley thrashed her and she tried to drag herself forward again, her hard nipples scraped across the rusty, steel floor.
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