He ran a finger between her shoulder blades and down onto her glistening, taut buttocks.
Hold her up! Present her for her punishment like a captured animal.
He grabbed a silver plate and rubbed it against her oil-covered buttocks. The shiny, metal surface ran smoothly across her skin and oil dripped from its edges as he rubbed it against the backs of her thighs.
Hold her tight!
He pulled back the still dripping plate and held it behind his head.
Let us see how much you need before you are ready for a fucking bitch!
Smack!
The metal plate smacked down across her upturned buttocks. Oil sprayed out from its sides as it struck her wet flesh and she was knocked heavily against the unforgiving trestle by the pressure.
Smack!
The plate hit her across both cheeks of her buttocks and, as he pulled it away, it stuck to her skin. She felt it pulling at the backs of her legs and she sensed the pressure tugging at the soft flesh of her cunt.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
He smacked her repeatedly and her buttocks reddened but the pain was diluted by the sticky oil and not enough to penetrate the glowing warmth she already felt across her tingling skin. A wave of anxiety coursed through her stomach. It was as though he was letting her down, as though he was not doing enough to punish her.
He bent forward to her face. Her mouth was wide open and her oil-drenched hair stuck in wet strands to her cheeks.
Are you ready now bitch?
She turned her head slowly, licking her hair from her lips and dribbling spit from the side of her mouth. She screwed up her eyes and stared at him.
No.
The men shouted and jeered and Jabari smacked the plate down across her buttocks angrily.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Enough bitch?
She paused and watched her spit falling in a sticky stream to the floor.
No. Not enough.
Indolent bitch!
Jabari smacked her again but even though spit flew from her mouth and her bottom reddened even more, when he asked her the same question she gave him the same reply.
Not enough.
She wanted more and she raised herself against the metal plate as he rubbed it against her flesh. When he pulled it away she raised herself more, hoping he would bring it down harder and beat her with it until she cried out in agony. But she knew it would not be enough and she twisted against her bonds in a growing frenzy of frustration.
As she squirmed her oily body against the hard trestle, she felt him parting her buttocks. They peeled away from each other and she felt her oil-covered labia exposed to his gaze. She raised herself more, trying to encourage him to smack her harder then she drew in breath sharply and gaped wide as he forced the tapered end of a hard rubber stopper against her oily anus.
It prised the muscular ring apart and a searing pain shot through her. He screwed the taper against the inside of her anus, covering it with oil that dripped down the crack of her reddened buttocks, then suddenly thrust it hard. She yelled loudly as it penetrated her but she did not dare move as he forced it deeply inside until the rounded end was squeezed firmly against her splayed-out anus.
She gasped for breath and opened her mouth wide to scream to him to stop. She wanted to tell him that now she was ready but, as soon as she summoned the strength to yell out, her mouth was filled by the rounded end of another stopper. It was thrust into her mouth and held there by the long tapered end and, when she tried to close her mouth, it was held so wide she could not move it at all. She felt a wave of nausea swelling up inside her and when she tried to breathe her throat tightened and gagged.
Enough bitch? Is that enough?
She threw her head from side to side in panic, fighting back the nausea that burned inside her gagging throat.
No? I thought not.
She reared back, her lungs exploding, as she fought to breathe through her flaring nostrils but, as she tensed herself, the pain in her anus increased and she fell forward against the trestle, burning all over with the heat of terror.
She felt Jabari rubbing the plate against her buttocks and she felt the sticky surface smoothing her skin then he pulled it away and she heard him hold his breath as he brought it down again.
Thwack!
The metal plate smacked hard across her buttocks and struck the rounded end of the stopper that protruded from her distended anus. She bit onto the stopper in her mouth in agony and shock as the smacking plate drove the tapered neck of the stopper in her anus deeper inside.
Thwack!
He struck her again and the stopper went further as the metal plate smashed against its still protruding rounded end.
She could not move. Her body felt filled and she shuddered all over with the shock of the blow as he smacked the plate down again.
Thwack!
Her throat tightened completely and she flushed all over with a sickening heat as her head spun in giddy horror.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Every blow drove the neck of the stopper deeper and, each time the plate struck it, the rounded end pressed harder and more forcibly against her anal ring.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
She felt the rounded end opening her up and she went rigid as the final blows came down.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Her head reeled and foaming spit burst from the sides of the stopper in her mouth as now she felt the hard neck of the jar pressing against the swollen edges of her exposed cunt.
Ready now bitch?
For a moment she felt it opening her up then her eyes widened as it drove in and her mind was filled with the screams that she could not make.
When Deborah slowly returned to consciousness, it was to feel her cunt and anus still burning from the penetrations, but at least her mouth was free. Theron and Jabari stood over her. Theron bent down to Deborah and flicked his fingers slowly up and down her swollen lips.
Well little slave you are a sorry sight.
Please master, Jabari -
Jabari pushed forward not wanting Deborah to speak.
Lord Theron. You have acquired a fine and entertaining bitch here. Perhaps you would like to sell her?
Deborah sensed his nervousness and she reached out and grabbed Theron’s ankle. Perhaps, she thought, Jabari could take her out of this hell.
Please master, Jabari -
You see lord Theron. She is keen to be in my company.
Theron looked confused.
Yes indeed. Strangely keen. Deborah gripped her fingers tightly around his ankle. What is it my little slave. Do you like my friend Jabari?
Please, it was Jabari -
I will offer you the best price for her Theron. The very best.
You are very keen. Perhaps you have seen her before?
No Theron. How could that be possible?
Theron looked down at Deborah and smiled.
Perhaps she has been riding with you? Yes, I think she knows you. Look how she grips my ankle and repeats your name. Oh dear Jabari. How could you deceive me like this?
Theron, I promise I have never -
And perhaps you have got an eye on some of my clients? Perhaps you are looking to take over some of my business?
Theron, I assure -
Jabari, you must think me a fool! You will not threaten my empire again. I know you have been plotting against me but it is the end for you now. Take him! I do not want to see him again! Several men grabbed him by the arms and pulled him away. I do not want to see him again, ever! Finish him!
They dragged Jabari away. He struggled and protested and looked fearfully around him but no one came to his ass
istance then, in desperation his fear turned to anger.
You will not get rid of me that easily Theron. And you bitch, he glared at Deborah, just you wait. You will pay for this! You will pay for this!
As they pulled him out of the hall his shouting faded.
Theron looked down at Deborah.
Boy! Keep her on a tight leash. She may eat some of the scraps but do not let her fall to sleep.
He turned to Saab who was smoothing down the front of her tight, red dress.
Accompany me Saab. I need a rest. I am so upset. Later, we shall return and see what other ways we can think of to entertain our little slave.
He slipped his hand into the crook of her arm and walked away, giggling to himself and squeezing himself tightly to Saab’s side.
Chapter 11
The boy led Deborah around on the leash for hours. When he got tired, he allowed her to stop and pick at some of the food that had been thrown down by the men, but he did not relax the tension on the leash and he did not allow her to get off all-fours. Asia was still tied upside down to the huge pillar and Chrissie still lay spread-eagled amongst the remains of the feast.
Deborah felt dizzy and exhausted, her knees were sore and she felt filthy and degraded. Her hair was tangled in knots and oil still dripped from its ends. She tried to wipe her eyes with the back of her hand but the boy kicked her and dragged her forward so that she had to put her hand back down to the floor to keep her balance. She felt ridden with guilt about Jabari. She had hoped he would be able to get her away from this nightmare but, by showing she knew him, she had sealed his fate with Theron. If only she had kept quiet and let him buy her then she could have been free. It was as though everything she did went wrong. Tears welled up in her eyes and dripped down onto the floor.
Suddenly, the huge doors of the hall crashed open and Theron came in holding onto Saab’s arm. The guests followed behind surrounded by the crowd of boys.
Still here little slave? I’m so glad. Saab has thought of something for you to do. She is sure it will entertain you.
He strolled over to her and took the leash from the boy.
I do hope you haven’t been bored little slave. That would never do.
He pulled himself close to Saab then, with his hand draped loosely across her crooked arm, walked towards his huge chair leading Deborah alongside like a dog. She had not got the strength to resist and crawled on her hands and knees without tugging against her lead or holding back.
Theron stopped beneath the slowly swinging cage and some of the boys ran around and started pulling at Deborah’s oily hair. He smiled down at them then handed the leash to Saab.
Here my dear. Entertain us. I rely on you to provide me with the good things in life. Dear Saab, if it was not for you I would be very miserable. Very miserable indeed my dear, dear Saab.
Saab smiled with satisfaction then pulled the leash tightly against Deborah’s neck as Theron flopped down heavily in his huge chair.
Deborah looked around nervously. She stared at Chrissie as she lay on her back with the spunk, that had run so freely across her face, dried and caught in her tangled hair. Her eyes were barely open as one of the men bent down and sucked at her nipples and, when he reached down and played his fingers around the edges of her crack, she did not move. Deborah stared at Asia hanging upside down against the pillar, her head more crooked than before as the full weight of her bruised body pressed down on her neck. Her pitiful form filled Deborah with dread.
Saab snatched at the leash and Deborah turned away.
Kneel up bitch!
Deborah hesitated, petrified by her confusion and fear. Saab let the free end of the lead fall to the floor. She held out her hand and one of the boys dropped a short cane into it. She crooked her hand across the thickest end, tucked the thin end under her armpit and flexed it impatiently. She glanced across to Theron then strutted around Deborah and smiled.
I said kneel up bitch!
Deborah looked up at her beseechingly. She felt defeated and hopeless and could think of nothing except begging to be released.
Please, no more, please -
And when I say kneel up that is what I mean!
Please let me go. I promise not to -
Silence bitch!
Deborah knew she had no alternative but to obey and, as Saab lifted the cane threateningly, Deborah slowly raised herself up onto her knees.
The cage swung above her and she stared up at the enclosing bars. She imagined herself locked inside it, clinging to its iron rails and gripping them so tightly it was impossible to prise her away.
Lift your arms up bitch!
Deborah reached her hands up towards the cage and held them high until her fingers nearly touched the bars. She could hardly hold the heavy chain between her shackles as it looped down across her breasts. It glanced against her hard nipples and sent shivers through her taut breasts. Her arms felt so tired and weak but she tightened her chest and struggled to obey Saab’s orders.
Now, stay like that bitch, and do not move!
Deborah struggled to keep her hands as high as she could but her shoulders ached and soon she felt her elbows bending. Saab glared at her and flexed the cane under her arm.
Keep them high bitch!
Saab lowered the cane from her armpit and pressed the end against one of Deborah’s nipples. It dug into the hard flesh and Deborah felt a deep sting shooting through her breast. Saab pressed it harder then pulled it back and circled the tip around the base of the engorged nipple.
High bitch.
Deborah clenched her teeth and started to force up her arms. Her breasts tightened under the strain and her nipple was forced out against the sharp end of the poking cane but she strained as hard as she could until her hands were stretched as high as she could get them.
Saab ran the cane around the nipple then pulled it back suddenly and lashed at one of the boys who reached out at Deborah’s breasts. He fell back and, when she bent down to him and glared into his blinking eyes, he shrank back in fear. She pressed her face against his cheek and whispered something in his ear. He smirked and scuttled off.
Saab ordered Chrissie to be brought over. The boys dragged her by the hair and threw her down at Saab’s feet. She was filthy and covered in dried semen. Her nipples were hard and red and her hair stuck to her cheeks and mouth. Saab ordered her dragged to her knees then instructed the boys to pinion her arms at her back. Saab hoisted her red dress slightly then drew her thigh up between the slit. She placed her foot on Chrissie’s shoulder.
Lick this bitch.
Saab dropped her knee sideways and revealed the dark triangle of black, pubic hair. She pushed her fingers down into it, pulled at it until it lifted her skin then she parted it by stretching her fingers and exposed the front of her pink crack. She thrust it down towards Chrissie’s face as she peeled it wider and exposed the engorged folds.
Lick it!
Deborah looked at Chrissie as she eased herself up and lifted her full-lipped mouth towards Saab’s exposed cunt. For a moment, Deborah thought she saw a knowing and confident smile on Chrissie’s face as the two women exchanged glances. As Saab stood over her, it seemed as though, instead of Chrissie being Saab’s submissive slave, she was her compliant equal, as though they were sharing some secret unknown to Deborah. She felt frightened and shivered and her stomach surged with nervousness as a strange wave of loneliness passed over her. She looked again at Chrissie’s face but the expression had gone and Deborah jumped with shock as Saab screamed out angrily.
Lick it bitch!
Chrissie poked out her tongue and laid its tip against the fleshy opening. Deborah watched as Chrissie’s tongue ran along the front of Saab’s crack, pressing the flesh wider, licking spit onto it and making the swelling edges glisten. D
eborah strained to keep her hands high as she watched Saab lifting her hips and opening herself more for Chrissie’s probing tongue. She felt the edges of her own cunt swelling as the tip of Chrissie’s tongue licked eagerly around the base of Saab’s engorging clitoris.
I said keep your hands high bitch! yelled Saab as she brought the cane down sharply across Deborah’s breasts.
Whack!
Deborah yelled and fell forward as the cutting pain bit into her taut breasts.
High!
Whack!
The cane came down again, slashing across Deborah’s nipples and sending a deep, penetrating sting through her breasts and into her stomach. She fought against the pain and managed to pull herself upright and strained her arms as high as she could lift them against the weight of her heavy shackles. She stretched her fingers higher and just managed to touch the bars in the floor of the suspended cage. Their hardness sent a thrill through her arms and she reached up more and managed to bend her fingers over them.
Deborah hung on the bars as she watched Chrissie licking deeper into Saab’s cunt. Chrissie’s mouth was wide and her tongue probed around Saab’s swollen outer labia, pressing them sideways and opening them to expose the soft inner flesh. Deborah watched the wetness from Saab’s cunt dripping onto Chrissie’s cheeks and mixing with the dried spunk that stuck to her pale skin. As she watched it dribbling down Chrissie’s chin and across the front of her throat, Deborah felt the edges of her own cunt moistening and her clitoris hardening and pressing between the fleshy furrow of her distending slit. Again, she could hear the words of the men as they described the woman in the cage and how she had been made to lick Saab. She imagined that the woman was Chrissie and the thought of it made the swollen flesh of her cunt beat with a fresh and overpowering excitement.
Saab stood impassively as she was licked then smiled eagerly as the boy returned carrying something. He held it up in front of her and grinned and she snatched it from him and dangled it in front of Deborah.
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