Caged!

by Gerald Rochelle

  They were made to work for hours, if Deborah slacked or moved too slowly she was punished with the cracking whip and when Chrissie dropped onto her elbows she was thrashed with the rope.

  Every time Deborah had to stand to empty her cart the pain from the twisting strap between her legs grew stronger as it tightened and pinched her naked flesh but, as she strained against it, she felt again the strange desire for more. As the sensation spread across her, she found herself labouring harder and pulling the cart quicker so that she could feel the sweet pain of the twisting strap. Each time she tipped the cart back she stood up straighter and squeezed herself more keenly against the entwining strap and, when she felt it cutting into her, she opened her legs a little more and let it dig deeper.

  They were tied up to a steel stanchion and two buckets of water were put in front of them. Deborah managed to squeeze her tongue past the bit and lap at the water but Chrissie just stayed on all-fours looking ahead vacantly. Deborah pushed herself against Chrissie but she did not respond. A rush of panic flooded through her as she nudged herself insistently against Chrissie’s unresponsive body. When the buckets were taken away they were put back to work.

  As Deborah strained to pull the cart, she felt as if she was a pony, driven by a cruel master to labour relentlessly. She imagined herself harnessed to the cart every day and driven out by the cracking whip. Each time she reared back to empty the cart she imagined herself prancing in front of her master and each time she felt the twisting straps against the swollen edges of her cunt, she imagined it being filled by a stallion that her master had selected for her. Her mind was saturated with images of being thrust from behind with a huge cock and she felt her cunt warming and, when she stood back to empty her cart, she felt wetness dribbling from it, running out over the pinching straps and trickling down the insides of her aching thighs.

  Suddenly, Wesley started shouting angrily.

  This one’s not working hard enough! I think she needs a dousing!

  He picked up one of the buckets of water and threw it over Chrissie’s face. The water drenched her hair and it hung down in wet tangles across her dirty, dripping face.

  Deborah looked into her eyes and saw only hopelessness and despair.

  That’s not enough. She needs waking up properly.

  He threw more water over her then unharnessed her, pushed her down on her back and spread her legs wide.

  Winston whipped Deborah and kept her hauling the heavy cart as Wesley held Chrissie’s legs up high and forced his thick, black cock into her cunt. He held her legs up by her ankles and thrust at her until, as she cried out loudly, he pushed it as deeply inside her as he could and finished. He pulled his cock out and made her suck it until it became stiff again, then he turned her over, held her buttocks apart, and drove it into her anus. He wrapped his arms beneath her hips and lifted her up so that he could get it as deep as possible and, when he was ready to finish, he pulled it out and splashed his spunk over her back and into her hair. When he let her go she fell onto her side, groaning and breathless with her knees bent up to her chest.

  Winston threw his whip down and stood over Deborah.

  Follow me little pony and watch.

  He strode over towards Chrissie and Deborah crawled behind him, dragging the cart and squeezing her buttocks against the pinching strap between her legs.

  He grabbed Chrissie by the hair and pulled her up.

  On your knees pony! On your knees!

  She struggled onto all-fours and, still holding her long, wet hair, he straddled her and wedged his legs against her hips.

  He turned to Deborah.

  What do you think of my little pony? Do you want to watch her fucked by a stallion?

  Deborah bit onto the metal bar in her mouth and edged forward. The weight of the cart pulled the straps tightly around her waist and, as she moved her legs to crawl forward, the leather thong pinched into her outer labia.

  Come closer little pony. Come and see what the stallion has got to offer her.

  She moved again and clenched her teeth tightly against the unforgiving bit, biting onto it and stroking her wet tongue against it. Winston directed her until she was at right angles to Chrissie and, when he got her close enough for her face to touch his leg, he made her stop. She spread her shackled wrists wide as he undid his trousers and pulled out his hard, black cock.

  Her eyes widened as he pulled his hands along its length and the throbbing glans swelled as he squeezed the shaft. When he drew his hands down and pressed at the base it pulsated along its full length and, as he wrapped his fingers around his heavy balls, she saw the raised veins pounding as his cock continued to grow.

  Are you ready little pony? Are you ready to see what it’s like to be fucked by something this big?

  Deborah wanted to lick her tongue out to it. She wanted to drool over it and slaver her lips along its length then she wanted to hold it in her hands and feel its throbbing veins. She squeezed her buttocks together and felt the strap tighten but it was not enough. A burning heat was boiling up in her cunt and the pinching of the strap was not enough to allow it to be released.

  Are you ready little pony?

  She knew she wanted to see him driving his cock into Chrissie and thrusting her until he strained to release his surging spunk. But there was something missing and she pulled against the harness restlessly squirming her buttocks and lifting her hips higher. She shook her head slowly from side to side, trying to show him she was not ready, hoping her lack of compliance would infuriate him and he would take the whip to her and beat her until she was driven by the pain to release her climax.

  Watch, he shouted. Watch!

  Again she shook her head and this time turned away indolently, looking down to the ground and trembling all over with expectation as she sensed his anger and frustration.

  I said watch!

  She could hardly bear not to look but she knew she must disobey. She wanted so much to show him how she could be his slave but she knew she had to resist him first in order to be punished into compliance.

  His anger increased.

  I said watch bitch! Watch!

  She pushed her head lower and felt the heat in her cunt burning against the strap that pinched its edges and she thought of his throbbing cock and the slashing whip and the humiliation of the heavy harness and they all blended into a desperate need for pain.

  Wesley! Take the whip to her! Show her what she gets if she does not obey her master!

  Her heart leapt and started pounding frantically in her chest as she heard the words of her master and she clenched her teeth against the metal bit as she heard Wesley bringing the whip over. Her cunt got hotter and her nipples ached as they hardened and throbbed. She felt a flush of shame and fear running down her neck and spit seeped from her mouth in long, sticky strands. She sucked them back up and felt their coolness across the hard bit between her teeth and she raised her buttocks higher then, at last, looked up at him before the whip even fell.

  Wesley! Force her to watch what a pony fucks like. Show her what she gets for disobedience.

  She stared at his huge cock and shook her bridle from side to side, frothing spit over her bit and splashing it onto the ground. She heard Wesley lifting the whip behind his head and she raised her buttocks to receive it.

  Whack!

  He brought it down hard and it struck her fully across her upturned buttocks. Frothing spit shot from her mouth and she fell forward in her harness as Winston lifted Chrissie’s buttocks higher and placed the throbbing tip of his cock between their crack.

  Whack!

  The whip came down again and Deborah clenched her teeth on the bit and squeezed her buttocks together tightly as the pain burned deeply into her flesh.

  Whack!

  She stared w
ide-eyed as she watched Winston’s cock pushing into Chrissie’s exposed cunt.

  Watch pony! This is what it’s like to be fucked by a stallion. Look at its length, its stiffness, and see how the stallion rides her and drives his cock into her cunt. See how he mates her and forces her to submit to his fucking.

  Whack!

  The whip bit deeply into her again but her mind was filled by pictures conjured up by his words and the scene before her. She could smell the sweet mustiness of Chrissie’s cunt and, as she watched Winston’s cock forcing up inside her, she could see him only as a wild, rearing stallion and Chrissie as a frightened, whinnying mare.

  Whack!

  Deborah pulled on her harness and shook her head from side to side. The tension of the strap between her legs opened the folds of her cunt and she felt its heat burning around the exposed entrance to her vagina. She wanted the stallion’s cock driving into her. She wanted to feel like a mare shackled to a post as he pinioned her with his massive, black cock. She raised her bottom high, exposing herself for more of the whip. She needed the pain to release her and let her live the images which were flooding into her mind.

  She waited for the blow of the whip and lifted her buttocks even higher but it did not come. She felt a surge of anxiety as the pictures in her mind became confused and she forced her buttocks up, willing the burning crack of the whip to come down remorselessly on her waiting flesh, but still it did not come. She squirmed herself against the pinching strap and forced open her wet labia, wishing that his cock was penetrating her and forcing forwards in her tightly bound leather harness.

  She tossed her head from side to side then suddenly, she felt a hardness against her dilated cunt and the images in her mind flooded back as she watched the black cock thrusting wildly into Chrissie’s cunt. Deborah opened her buttocks and pressed back against the strap between her legs, letting it peel back her labia so that the hard shaft could enter her. She was shocked at its coldness and tightened up as her labia folded around it. It was hard and strangely smooth and, as she glanced back, she saw Wesley holding the handle of a shovel and driving it into her cunt.

  Wesley pressed the rounded handle of the shovel further in. She felt its unforgiving hardness and she raised herself onto it, imagining the stallion riding her and lifting her on its massive cock. She watched Chrissie fall face-forward onto the ground as Winston’s cock drove in up to its base and she pushed back at the handle and felt it penetrating deeply inside. It touched the top of her vagina and she reared her head back in joyful pain, slobbering spit from her mouth and breathing wildly through her flared out nostrils.

  She wanted to scream as the handle pulled back, dragging at her flesh and sending tremors of delight through her hips, and she wanted to snort and whinny and show him what she was thinking, but she could do nothing but submit. He pushed it back hard and forced it deeper and she felt the uncontrollable heat of her orgasm building inside. It flushed across her spit-smeared face, down her straining neck and across her throbbing nipples. She felt it draining moisture from her innards and she felt the wetness from her cunt running down the piercing shaft and along the insides of her straining thighs. She raised herself on it, fixed her eyes on Winston’s thrusting cock and, as he pulled it out and she saw it pulsating with a surge of spunk, she drove herself back for a last time and finished in a massive, quivering convulsion.

  Wesley kept thrusting her with the wooden handle as she watched the spunk splashing from Winston’s throbbing cock and, each time he drove it in, she jerked and shook as another spasm burned through her. As the last drops of spunk dripped from Winston’s cock, and he bent forward and rubbed it into Chrissie’s hair, a final seizure overtook Deborah and she fell forward in her harness, heaving and gasping and frothing at the mouth. She rubbed her face into the dusty floor and panted through her nostrils, her buttocks still held high by the harness at her waist and the handle still thrusting up her cunt.

  Finally, she felt the handle being pulled out and, still in a daze, watched as Wesley held it behind Chrissie.

  Now let’s see if this little pony can do as well.

  Deborah looked over to Chrissie. She was barely conscious and, as Wesley prised the edges of her cunt wide and stuffed the glistening end of the handle into it, Deborah’s stomach filled with fear. Chrissie stared impassively towards her and reared back as the wooden handle squeezed between her distended labia, then she stiffened and screamed out as it penetrated her vagina in one heavy thrust.

  Deborah crawled forward. She wanted to offer herself again. She wanted to feel the thrust of the handle inside her and she wanted to feel the pain of the twisting strap around her swollen labia. She craved the hot sting of the whip across her bottom and the smacking hand that made her shriek so eagerly with pain. She wanted to see Winston’s cock and she wanted to be forced to imagine him as a rampant stallion fucking an unwilling and stubborn mare. She wanted to be driven forward by the pain and she wanted to feel the humiliation of punishment and degradation. She wanted so much but, as she moved, she felt herself becoming dizzy and she collapsed exhausted and fell at Winston’s feet. She shivered uncontrollably as spit flowed from her mouth, then, unable to keep the images in her mind, and struggling to lift the weight of the chain and shackles at her wrists, she held up her hands in loose fists, as if she was clinging to the bars of the cage.

  You want to rest eh? Want to be back in your cage eh? Then you know what you must do.

  He picked up a thick piece of tarred rope that hung nearby and, as he flexed it and smoothed out the tattered ends, she lifted herself onto her knees and raised her buttocks as high as she could.

  Chapter 6

  Deborah was thrown across the cage as it lurched to one side. She grabbed hold of the bars, falling from side to side and trying desperately to steady herself. She peered through the rips in the tarpaulin and, as her eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness of the North African sun, she saw the deck of the ship spinning below her as the cage was hoisted across to a dock. She clung to the bars until, with a sickening thud, the cage crashed heavily to the quayside.

  The heat from the ground rose up into the covered cage, trapping itself beneath the tarpaulin, stifling her and making her feel faint and dizzy. She pushed her face against a rip in the heavy tarpaulin so that she could get some air but, when she breathed in, it was as hot and dry as the air around her and she choked as it seared her throat. Heavy, spicy smells filled her nostrils.

  She heard the sounds of ships’ sirens, the clanking of winches and cranes and the clamorous shouting of men as they worked on the dockside. The sight of land filled her with renewed hope of escape. Perhaps she could attract someone’s attention, tell them the situation she was in and get them to go for help? Yes, surely now she could find a way of escaping.

  She stared through the gap in the heavy material and saw Winston pulling Gross down a gangway from the ship and onto the dockside. Gross hung his head low as if he was afraid of being hit and, every time Winston pulled on his arm, he shied back and turned his face away.

  A large, black car drew up and one of the rear doors opened. A woman’s leg, dangling from the slit in a long, red skirt, hung from the open door but no one got out. Winston dragged Gross to the door and Deborah heard shouting then she saw the flash of a shiny, gold bangle as the woman’s hand struck Gross hard across the face. He fell back, holding his hands across his cheek but Winston pulled him up and the woman struck him again viciously.

  Gross fell back and crouched down by the side of the open door with his hands clasped together. The door closed and, as the car started to move off, the rear window was let down and Deborah saw Saab adjusting her dark glasses and smoothing her black hair behind her ears. Deborah squinted and saw the figure of a woman with long, black hair beside Saab. It was dark inside the car and Deborah could not see the woman’s face. Saab turned and kissed the woman fully
on the lips and plunged her fingers deeply into the tangle of black hair that fell loosely around her shoulders.

  Deborah felt a surge of anxiety in her stomach and looked away nervously. Suddenly, she fell sideways as the cage was lifted again. Arabs milled around, shouting and arguing and tugging on ropes until finally it was secured to the back of an open lorry. Winston pushed Gross up onto the lorry and he crouched down by the side of the covered cage.

  Now, you’d better behave yourself. You heard what she said. You’ve had your last chance. Mess with the goods again and you’ll pay dearly. Got that? And don’t let her out of your sight, or else ...

  Gross cowered against the ripped tarpaulin but, as his shoulder touched it, he pulled away and looked around anxiously.

  Gross must not touch again. Never. No, Gross must never touch little slave again. Gross must obey Saab or he will be punished.

  As the lorry drove off, Deborah felt the oppressive heat burning down on the tarpaulin and her nostrils filled again with the scented smells of spices and herbs. Every so often, as the lorry bumped over potholed roads, clouds of dust billowed around the cage and she choked as it flooded in around her and stuck to her skin.

  The lorry stopped at a congested junction of narrow streets and straight away men started lifting the edge of the tarpaulin and peering in at Deborah. Some of them jumped up onto the back of the lorry and poked their hands between the bars.

  Gross jumped up and tried to stop them.

  Must not touch! Must not touch!

  He rushed at them wildly but the men ignored him as more of them scrambled around the cage and ripped the tarpaulin away.

  Gross pulled at them in a frenzy but they pushed him back and clamoured around the cage as Deborah shrunk back against the bars in fear. Some of them reached in and started pinching at her arms and legs.