Caged!

by Gerald Rochelle

  More, please, more.

  Chrissie delved her tongue into Deborah’s open cunt, slipping the tip around its inside edges then probing it at the entrance to her vagina. Deborah lifted her hips and widened herself as much as she could and Chrissie pressed her face hard against the moist, semen-covered flesh. She licked at it and probed it and pushed the tip of her tongue deeply inside then ran it down and lapped around the tight muscle of Deborah’s anus.

  Don’t stop, push it in.

  Chrissie pressed her tongue out as far as she could and Deborah relaxed her buttocks to let it in. She felt a wave of heat in her hips as Chrissie’s tongue pushed through the muscular ring and she raised her hips higher as she penetrated her deeply.

  I need more, more.

  Chrissie drew the skin water bottle away from Deborah’s face and pulled it down the front of her stomach. It left a trail of water as it spilled out from the spout and Deborah felt it running into her open crack and down around her anus.

  Yes, more, more.

  Chrissie held the skin bottle between Deborah’s legs and pressed the embossed, silver spout around the edges of her cunt. Deborah felt the hardness of the spout and lifted herself towards it. Chrissie worked it around the soft edges, splaying them apart and watching them swell then she pressed the end of the spout against the pink centre and pushed it in.

  Deborah gasped as the spout entered her. She felt it running in on the semen and spit that covered her flesh and, as it went in further, she felt the water dribbling from its tip and dousing her.

  More, more.

  Chrissie pushed it deeply, squashing the skin bag with her hands and forcing a spurt of water into Deborah’s cunt. Deborah’s eyes widened as the flood of water squirted up inside her. It was warm and the flow was so great, it was like a massive surge of semen.

  More, more, give me more.

  Chrissie squeezed the bag again and another flush of water spurted inside Deborah’s vagina. Deborah felt her limbs filling with heat. She wanted the water to flow inside her so much. She wanted Chrissie to squeeze the skin bag and flush her completely with its contents. She wanted to imagine she was being fucked by a cock with an unlimited supply of spunk. She could see it in her mind, flowing from its tip, surging inside her and impossible to stop.

  More, give me more.

  Chrissie squeezed the bag harder and forced the silver spout deeper and Deborah began tensing as her welling orgasm began rushing through her veins. She wanted to reach her arms around Chrissie and hold her by the throat and force her to empty the skin bag into her. She wanted to reach up and bite her neck as she splashed the water into her cunt, squeezing it out and spurting it into her without stopping. She opened her mouth to plead for more but, just as she tried to speak, she heard the sound of the cracking strap and Chrissie fell forward onto her with all her weight.

  Swish-smack!

  Get off her bitch! I have not finished with her yet!

  Swish-smack!

  The strap came down again across Chrissie’s back and she fell forward heavily, banging her head against Deborah’s and knocking the breath from her.

  The man shouted angrily as he brought down the strap again.

  Leave her you bitch!

  Swish-smack!

  Deborah felt the pressure of the blow through Chrissie’s body and she opened her thighs as much as she could so that the spout of the water bottle was forced even deeper.

  Swish-smack!

  Chrissie fell forward again, unable to release the water bag and unable to roll away. Deborah felt Chrissie’s ear by her lips and she grabbed it in her teeth and moaned into it.

  More. More. Don’t stop. Keep it in. Please, please ...

  Swish-smack!

  Chrissie fell forward again and the spout of the water sack spurted water deeply into Deborah’s cunt. Deborah gasped as the breath was knocked from her again and she pulled herself around the deeply penetrating spout.

  Swish-smack!

  Chrissie screamed out loudly and, as she tensed her body against Deborah, Deborah felt the pain of the strap passing through her. As she heard the smack of the wet strap on Chrissie’s back and felt Chrissie’s tightening body against hers, she drew in the pain and it loosened the failing grip she held on her growing orgasm. At last, it was as though Deborah was taking the beating while she was being fucked and she screamed for more.

  More! More!

  Swish-smack! Swish-smack! Swish-smack!

  The blows of the strap rained down and Chrissie screamed as every one landed on her back but she could not free her hands and the water bottle kept spurting into Deborah. Each burst felt like another surge of semen and each flushing wave brought Deborah’s orgasm nearer to the surface.

  More! More! Beat her! Beat her!

  Deborah twisted and turned against her restraints and forced herself down on the bottle as the strap flailed Chrissie mercilessly.

  Swish-smack! Swish-smack! Swish-smack!

  Deborah felt the surging heat of her orgasm driving through her hips. She raised them as high as she could and, as more blows fell on Chrissie’s back, she reared up and felt it explode.

  Her head spun as it surged through her. Her veins pulsated with each blow of the strap and she jerked and shuddered with spasm after spasm as she felt the water bursting inside her. She drew in a massive breath of air, tightened her chest then, stretching out her fingers as wide as she could, she thrust her throbbing nipples against Chrissie’s screaming mouth and was overtaken by a massive, convulsive paroxysm.

  Deborah lay stretched out in the sand and, as the cold night air crept across her body and stars filled the sky, she began to shiver uncontrollably. She felt frightened of her exposure and she stretched her fingers out and clutched them repeatedly in loose fists. She tried to imagine that she was clinging to the bars of the cage and that it would not be long before her master came and taunted her with a stick and forced her to do his bidding.

  She strained her bound ankles against the stakes that held them and felt the water dribbling from her splayed-out cunt. She felt so thirsty and so desperate and she tugged against the thongs at her wrists, hopelessly imagining that she could release herself and bend down and slurp at the water that ran down her thighs. She imagined herself lapping at it and quenching her thirst then running her tongue closer to her swollen outer labia and licking at them, poking the tip of her tongue inside, seeking out the inner petals and encouraging them to engorge and open. She pictured herself licking her clitoris as if she were a dog. She saw herself sucking at it and biting it and pulling at it as she held it tightly between her clenched teeth, then she dropped back in frustrated despair and fell into a fitful, dreamless sleep.

  Chapter 9

  It was dark as the three women trudged through the heavy wooden gates of a walled, desert town. A crowd of men circled around them, unyoked them from the chain that bound them to the rider’s horse and dragged them down into a dark cell.

  The next day they were brought food and later they were made to wash in bowls of water that some young women carried in on their heads. A small slit in the rock walls of their dungeon allowed in some light during the day and, when Deborah climbed up to it, she saw crowds of people milling around the stalls of a market place. The place was ablaze with colour and packed with the goods of tradesmen hung up on wooden racks or strewn in piles on the ground. Men shouted and bargained over rolls of cloth or baskets of fruit and they huddled together in groups and passed notes and coins between their dark, grasping hands. The whole area was encircled by a high wall and at the one end an entrance arch spanned across thick, sandstone pillars. The ground was all red sand and, as the men walked about in their sandalled feet, it was thrown up in clouds which hung in the hot air and covered the whole market with a haze of ochre dust.

>   During the night they huddled together to try and keep warm. As they slept, wrapped in each others’ arms, the heavy door crashed open and three robed men came in and dragged Chrissie away. Deborah pleaded with them to leave her, she could not bear the idea of being parted from her friend again, but one of the men kicked her in the side and she could only cry out hopelessly as Chrissie was pushed screaming through the door. The next morning, the same men returned, threw some bowls of water over Asia, tied a long leather leash around her neck and hauled her out on her knees.

  Deborah was left alone until some veiled women brought some food. She asked them where she was and what was going to happen to her but they did not understand her or were too fearful to reply. They left without saying anything and Deborah picked at the food disconsolately, unable to eat properly because her stomach was so cramped with fear. When she slept she dreamed of the safety of the cage and when she woke up she felt exposed and frightened without the security of its surrounding bars.

  The next morning she rolled over and saw the figure of a woman standing against the light from the small window. It was Saab. A long red dress with a slit up each side hung loosely from her square shoulders. Her hand was clutched in a fist around the thick end of a short cane the other end of which she flexed under her armpit. Two young boys stood at her side.

  Come on bitch. It’s time to be presented formally to your master.

  Where am I? What’s going to happen to me? What have they done with Chrissie? Why am I being -

  Silence bitch, or you will feel this across your buttocks.

  Saab twisted her wrist and bent the cane beneath her arm threateningly as Deborah struggled to her feet.

  Keep your head bowed bitch and follow me.

  Deborah hung her head and, when Saab spun around on her black, high-heeled shoes and marched towards the door, Deborah followed obediently with the two boys behind.

  They walked through several dark courtyards until they arrived at two huge polished, wooden doors. The young boys scuttled forward and strained to push them apart. Slowly, they swung back and revealed a long, marble floored room with massive polished pillars ranged along its sides. Between the pillars were heavy doors, some embossed with gold or silver and some covered in bright paintings or glittering gems. In the centre, suspended from a heavy iron chain, hung the cage. At the far end was an enormous, ornate chair with colourful drapes of cloth hanging above it. A figure in a blue and silver robe lounged back with his hands on the silver gilded arms of the chair. Half naked women sat at his feet and several young boys, holding silver serving plates on their laps, knelt on a step below the chair.

  Saab pulled the tip of her cane from underneath her arm and prodded Deborah in the side.

  Crawl bitch! Crawl and be presented to your master.

  Deborah dropped down onto all-fours but, as she began to move forward, Saab brought the short cane down viciously across her upturned buttocks.

  Thwack!

  Deborah shrieked in pain as the cane cut a thin red stripe across her taut skin.

  I said crawl bitch! On your belly!

  Saab slashed the cane down again

  Thwack!

  The piercing swipe sent a burning pain deep into her body and she fell forward onto the shiny, marble floor.

  I said on your belly bitch!

  Thwack!

  The cane cut across her buttocks again and she tensed and pressed the front of her hips against the floor, gasping for breath as she waited for the throbbing burn on her skin to subside.

  Now crawl bitch!

  Deborah kept her body flat against the shiny floor and started pulling herself forward. The coolness of the marble tiles spread across her squashed breasts and her hard nipples tingled as she squirmed forward. Saab walked slowly beside her, her high heels clicking on the floor as her thighs stretched out from the slits in her red dress.

  Deborah tried to look up as she crawled beneath the shadow of the hanging cage but Saab noticed her and whacked her again with the cane.

  Thwack!

  Her buttocks stung as the sharp edge bit into her and she felt the front of her shaved slit pulling against the smooth floor as she struggled to follow Saab’s orders.

  Saab drove her forward, slashing at her with the cane if she slowed too much or tried to look up until finally, she lay with her stretched-out fingertips touching the edge of the step below the massive chair.

  Theron stood up and the women at his side shrank back as if afraid.

  So, finally, the last of our latest purchase is here.

  Lord Theron, this is the bitch called Deborah.

  Deborah tried to look up but Saab pressed the heel of her shoe against the back of her head and all she could see was the edge of the shiny, marble step.

  Well Deborah, you have been very expensive for me. He came closer to her until she saw his bare feet in front of her face. And you have caused such trouble for poor Gross. He is to be punished of course, and you must watch, after all it is because of you that he is to suffer.

  He prodded his toes beneath her chin and lifted it slightly. Spit was smeared across her mouth and cheeks and she felt filthy and ashamed.

  Hello little slave, he said mockingly. You do look miserable. I hope you are not sad to be with us. Of course not, how could you be!

  She looked up through bleary eyes and saw his white teeth flashing as he grinned. His full lips were pink against his dark, swarthy face and his long black hair fell loosely onto his muscular shoulders. He brushed his hair back with his large hands and turned sideways, staring upwards and showing her his sharp profile. His chin was square and his nose narrow and pointed and his features blended together into a strikingly handsome face. He was tall and slim and black hairs covered the upper part of his chest where it was exposed by the open neck of his robe. When he turned back and stared at her closely with his dark eyes she felt his menacing power and had to turn away.

  He laughed and went back to the huge chair, standing in front of it and arranging his robe before sitting slowly and resting his hands on the silver embossed arms. The women on each side pulled up close to him and one draped her head onto his lap. He stroked her hair unthinkingly and poked his finger into her mouth. She sucked at it eagerly, pulling her mouth down onto it and drawing it in to the knuckle as she stared up at him hoping for his approval.

  Suddenly, he jumped up and pushed her aside.

  Oh, I quite forgot. Gross is waiting for us. Boys! Boys! Several of the young boys leapt up and clamoured around him. Bring poor Deborah. I think we can let her stand, but lead her properly, we don’t want her getting away again do we? No, that would never do.

  Saab eased her heel from the back of Deborah’s head and kicked her in the side of the chest.

  Get up bitch, but keep looking at the floor.

  Deborah struggled to her feet as the boys surrounded her. They poked their fingers at her, prodding her legs and buttocks and feeling her breasts. One of them pulled on the chain between the shackles on her wrists and another prised her knees apart and looked up at her cunt.

  Theron pointed at them all one by one, as if counting them, then placed his hands on two of the boys’ heads.

  You two, Kahlil and Ahmad, you may bring her, fetch your leads.

  They rushed behind a curtain and when they came back each was clutching a coiled cord with something shiny and metal fixed to the end.

  Theron brushed the other boys aside and they scuttled away and sat on the step beneath the chair.

  Now, let my little servants clip our new slave into her traces.

  Kahlil and Ahmad reached up towards Deborah and held out shiny, metal clasps attached to the cords. They pressed the backs of the clasps and they opened, revealing sharply serrated edges, like small metal teeth
. Kahlil thrust the clasp at Deborah’s nipple and she drew back in fear.

  Theron put his hand on her shoulder.

  Now, little slave, that’s not very good behaviour is it? I told you to stand up but, as far as I remember, I did not tell you to do anything else. Did I tell her to do anything else Saab? Saab shook her head. Oh dear, this is so annoying. Saab, show her that I mean what I say.

  Saab nodded and brought her cane down across Deborah’s buttocks.

  Thwack!

  Deborah twisted sideways but, before she could catch her breath, another swipe of the cane came down.

  Thwack!

  She thrust her hips forward to try and ease the burning pain but, as she moved, Saab wound her elbow around Deborah’s neck and bent her forward, leaning her across her outstretched knee and flailing her repeatedly.

  Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

  Theron bent his head and looked up into Deborah’s pain-racked face.

  Perhaps that is enough. Yes, I think she will do as she is told now.

  Saab released her and she stood as still as she could as the throbbing pain from the cane continued to penetrate her and course through her burning flesh.

  Now, little slave, stand still and the boys can fit your traces.

  Kahlil reached forward again, holding the clasp open and placing the serrated teeth around her hard, extended nipple. She looked down in fear as he released it and it clamped tightly around her.

  The sharp teeth sank into her flesh and she shrieked in pain. Her eyes widened as the metal clamp kept tightening under the pressure of its spring and she folded forward to try and ease the piercing pain.

  Please, please let me go, please -

  Did I say speak? I don’t think so. Oh dear, Saab, I think our little slave needs some more help to make her obedient.

  No, please, no -

  Thwack!

  Again the cane lashed down across her buttocks and the stinging pain surged through her body and mingled with the searing burn that penetrated her breasts and surged through her throbbing veins.