Caged!

by Gerald Rochelle

  Theron grabbed the chain between the shackles at Deborah’s wrists and dragged her across the hall. Guests shrieked and laughed as he pulled her along on her knees like a frightened dog. Some of them wanked over her as he hauled her, twisting and turning in panic and desperation, across the shiny marble floor. Finally, he dropped the chain to the floor and Deborah collapsed against Chrissie. Some of the men were holding her legs wide apart and licking her cunt.

  Theron stared at them both and started shouting.

  What filthy little bitches. On your knees bitches!

  Deborah got up onto all-fours, still with the leather cock hanging from her groin. The men released Chrissie and she crawled away from them but the boys grabbed her leash and drove her back to Theron’s feet. She struggled to stay on her knees and swayed from side to side as he patted each one of them on the back of the head.

  There my little slaves. I will see you again when you are more respectable. Saab!

  He laughed as he took Saab’s arm and strutted out of the hall.

  A veiled woman undid the straps that held the panel between Deborah’s legs. She felt it peel away from the wetness that was spread across her naked flesh then gasped as the shafts were removed from her cunt and anus. The women argued about who would hold the leashes but in the end Deborah and Chrissie were led away.

  Chapter 12

  They were led into a small dark room. The veiled women tied their wrists with ropes then pulled them up to hooks in the ceiling. Water was brought in large bowls and emptied over them then young girls came and combed their hair and rubbed oil into it.

  A woman stood guarding the door while two of them lifted their veils and sucked Deborah’s nipples. Deborah felt them hardening under the pressure from their full lips and, when she felt the women’s teeth biting into them, she felt a deep tingling running inside her breasts. The woman at the door shouted something and they all left with the young girls running behind giggling.

  Deborah and Chrissie hung on the ropes all night and, just as it started to get light, the door burst open and Theron strode in with Saab and the young boys.

  Ah, my beautiful, sweet-smelling slaves. You have made such an effort to please me. Saab, don’t you think they are beautiful?

  Saab scowled at them dismissively as Theron ran his fingers around Deborah’s mouth.

  Come, he said turning away abruptly, I want to take my beautiful slaves out. Bring them!

  They were released from the hooks in the ceiling then their hands were bound behind their backs and the leashes clipped back into the collars at their necks. The chain between the shackles around Deborah’s wrists pulled heavily across the front of her thighs. Theron walked ahead with Saab as the boys pulled on the leashes and dragged Deborah and Chrissie out of the small, dark room.

  They were led out into an enclosed courtyard filled with market stalls. Saab picked up a wide-brimmed hat and adjusted it carefully to protest her pale skin from the hot sun. The stall holder wrung his hands together and ran around her shouting the price but when she scowled at him he shrank back unpaid. Crowds of men milled around Theron and Saab, some holding their hands out for gifts and others pointing and poking at Deborah and Chrissie.

  Deborah tried to twist herself away from the pawing hands but when she did the boys yanked on her lead and pulled her forward roughly. She felt ashamed and humiliated as the leering men ran their hands across her body and she looked down to the ground. As they came close to a stall covered with cakes and bread, Deborah saw Chrissie twist her back towards the trestle and snatch a small cake from a wooden bowl.

  Suddenly there was shouting as a large hand smashed down on the heavy trestle and a bearded man pushed his way forward.

  Chiennes! Chiennes!

  His eyes blazed with anger as he shouted and charged towards them. He knocked the stall aside and grabbed at them but a crowd quickly surged around and he could not reach them. He pointed at Chrissie as she clutched the cake behind her back and pressed herself against a wall. Deborah squeezed against her side as the furious man lunged forward, grabbed Chrissie by the hair and started to shake her. She squirmed against his grip and he got angrier when she slipped from his hands and crouched down behind the collapsed trestle.

  Theron turned back and strode over. The bearded man shouted and ranted but, when Theron fixed him with a stare, he calmed down. Theron bent down to Deborah and Chrissie who still huddled together behind the broken stall.

  Ah, there you are. I thought I had lost you again. What are you doing skulking about like that? I hope you haven’t done anything naughty?

  Deborah felt Chrissie’s arm at her back then she felt the cake being pressed against her hands. For a moment, Deborah hesitated but, as she looked into Chrissie’s heavy-lidded eyes and saw the fear on her face, she took the cake and closed her fist around it.

  Again the bearded man struggled to get at them but Theron held him back with an outstretched arm.

  Come along my little slaves. Come out and show yourselves.

  Chrissie went first and Deborah followed. Chrissie clung to Deborah’s side as they emerged and stood naked in front of Theron.

  Well, my little slaves, are you thieves?

  They both stood frozen with fear as the crowd of men pawed at them and the bearded man shouted angrily.

  Speak up!

  Please, we didn’t mean to cause any trouble, please -

  I said are you thieves?

  No, honestly, we just want to -

  Then let me see what you have in your hands! Untie them!

  Deborah dropped her head and looked at the floor as she was untied. Her shaking hands fell free but she kept them behind her as the chain between her wrists looped down below her naked crack.

  Your hands!

  Chrissie reached forward and held out her hands. Theron smiled at the bearded man then turned to Deborah.

  And you? What about you?

  Deborah pulled her shackled hands from behind her back and held them out.

  Oh dear, oh dear. So, you are a thief.

  She looked across to Chrissie but Chrissie was staring down at the ground.

  Yes, yes, but -

  Oh dear little slave, oh dear.

  Please, I’m sorry, I did not mean -

  Quiet bitch! Your first lesson will be obedience!

  She opened her mouth to speak but saw the angry look on his face and hung her head.

  And your second lesson will be how to tell the truth! Now, crawl to my feet. Crawl to the feet of your master my little, thieving slave.

  Deborah knew she must obey. She dropped to her knees and crawled forward on the dusty ground.

  Lick my feet until I tell you to stop.

  She poked out her tongue and started licking his bare feet. She ran its tip between his toes and tasted the dust-encrusted sweat that lay between them, then she lapped across the top of his foot and around his ankle. The crowd gathered around and laughed at her.

  Stop! Now tell me what that feels like.

  She looked up at him unsure what to say.

  I did not say look up bitch! I said tell me what licking my feet feels like.

  She hung her head again.

  Good, it feels good.

  It feels good master!

  Yes, it feels good master.

  And why does it feel good? Does it feel good because you are humiliated and degraded?

  Yes, yes master.

  Do it again then.

  She bent her face to his foot and began licking it again. This time she licked along its side, picking up dust from the ground around her lips and mixing it with her spit before running it over her tongue. She raised her buttocks higher and reached her hands forward and held onto his ankles a
s she took his toes into her mouth one by one and sucked them.

  Stop! Now tell me again.

  Good master, it feels good.

  What else?

  She raised her buttocks higher and felt them parting and exposing her flesh to the gaze of the staring men.

  I enjoyed my ...

  Yes, my little slave? What else?

  I enjoyed my bottom being looked at!

  Oh, what a slut you are.

  Yes, yes I am master.

  And sluts do what they’re told don’t they?

  Yes master.

  And sluts always tell the truth don’t they?

  Yes master.

  Open your legs wider. Stay on your knees but open your legs.

  Deborah widened her knees and felt her moist outer labia peeling apart. She felt the men staring at her and she dropped her back lower, raising her hips and opening the crack of her buttocks even more.

  Tell me what you feel now little slut.

  She felt a dribble of spit running from the corner of her mouth as she opened it to speak. She knew she must tell him the truth and the thought of speaking out so publicly embarrassed her but, at the same time, it also sent a shiver of excitement through her stomach.

  I want them to see my cunt. Please master, I want them to see my exposed cunt and I want them to see my anus. With each word a fresh and even more intense thrill ran through her stomach and she wanted to say more. I want to lift my cunt up to them so that they can see my flesh and I want them to watch how it dribbles with wetness because I am so excited.

  Ah! So you want to exhibit yourself do you?

  Yes master. I want them to look closer. I want to lift my bottom and show them every part of my cunt. I want them to get close to it and breathe on it and then, and then I want them to lick it and bite its edges and pull the flesh out between their teeth.

  Theron smiled at Saab then turned sharply back to Deborah.

  Yes, and then bitch? What do you want then? Tell me the truth now!

  Master, please I want them to lick my anus. I want to feel their tongues going in one after another and I want to feel the wet, probing tips pushing deeply inside me.

  Yes, and?

  And I want them to lift me up and parade me to the crowd, holding my bottom up and showing it to everyone. I want to feel their hands all over me and I want to feel humiliated and ashamed as they display me like a prize.

  Yes, yes and what else?

  Oh master, I want to be dragged around in the dirt and I want my legs held open and my arms stretched wide. I want every one of them to stick his cock inside me and fuck me hard. I want them all to finish inside my cunt and I want to feel their spunk running down my legs. Then I want to be made to bend my head between my thighs and lick it up.

  How? How would you want them to do that?

  I want them to hold my head forward and make me lick every drop and then I want them to hold my mouth closed and pinch my nose tightly while I swallow it all down. I want to feel it running down my throat and I want to gulp and gag as it runs down me.

  What would you want them to do then?

  They would roll me in the dirt until I was covered in dust and mud then they would bend me over and tie me to a timber beam by the wrists. They would tell me I had not sucked enough and that I must be thrashed until I pleaded for more.

  Would you want them to thrash you?

  Yes, I want them to thrash me. I will suck them all they want and I would beg them to fuck me as long as they thrash me enough.

  How much thrashing would you need?

  A lot. They would take a whip to me first and lash me across the bottom and it would sting so much that I would shriek in pain but that would not be enough.

  Why not?

  Because I want to finish and I can’t until I feel more pain.

  Go on, go on.

  Then they would flay me with a rope, then a cane, but every time they asked me if I was ready I would shake my head. I would hardly be able to bear it but still I would keep begging them for more.

  What would you want them to do?

  I would want them to turn me over on my back and hold my legs wide while they caned me across the flesh of my cunt. I would want to feel the slashing cane cutting into my flesh and I would want to feel ny body stretched out tight so that I could not move. But they could thrash my breasts and beat me all they wanted and still it would not be enough.

  What would you need?

  I would need more than a beating, I would need more than their cocks in my cunt and I would need more than their spunk running down my throat.

  What then? What would you need?

  Oh master, please master, I need so much, I’m so ashamed, but I can’t help it, please master, please -

  What would you need? You must tell me.

  Oh master ...

  She could not carry on. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest and a burning flush of shame was running up her neck and across her face. She could hear what she had been saying, her words were ringing in her head, and she could not bear to think about it. She did not know what had happened to her. She felt so dirty and degraded and she wanted to run away and hide her face. She fell onto her elbows and pushed her face into the dusty ground, wishing she was locked in the cage and clinging to the safety of its iron bars.

  Saab bent down and grabbed her by the hair.

  Tell your master what you would need bitch!

  Deborah looked up at Saab’s face, her pale skin cool and shaded by the wide brim of her hat. She looked so confident and assured, she looked so in control and Deborah felt like a confused and shamed child in her hands. She could not hold back.

  I would need to be gagged and blindfolded. I would want my clitoris pinched in a metal clasp, my nipples tied with thin wire and pulled out on heavy weights and my cunt filled with anything. Yes, anything, I want them to fuck me with their cocks but I want them to bring anything they want and stuff it into me. I want to be blindfolded so tight and held down so fast that I do not know what they are doing, so that I cannot tell what I am being fucked with and how deeply they are driving it. I want to hear them shouting and pushing and arguing about who should go next and I want to hear their shouts and the noises of my cunt being filled. I want to hear their roars and snarls and I want to feel their coarse hair against my flesh and I want to be lifted onto them and ravaged and driven into ecstasy like an uncontrollable animal.

  Would you finish then?

  No, oh no, I could not finish yet. I could not finish unless I was beaten as I was fucked. I would need so much thrashing and so much fucking and only when I could tell there was no more to come would I let it go. Yes, only when I had taken everything from all of them and have been beaten until they are exhausted would I let it go.

  She dropped back against Saab’s grip and started yelling and screaming. Saab shook her viciously but she did not stop.

  Bitch! Bitch!!

  Saab kicked out at her and knocked her sprawling amongst the crowd. Dust flew up into her face, choking her and stopping her ranting screeches.

  Hands reached down and grabbed her and she struggled against them in sudden panic. She felt so confused by what she had said and she fought against the men hysterically. She wanted to plead to Theron for forgiveness. She wanted to tell him she had lost control and had not meant what she had said. She wanted to beg him to let her go. She wanted to throw herself at his feet and plead with him to lock her in the cage.

  For a moment, she saw him standing in front of her and she reached out to him but he turned away and she lost sight of him as the hem of his robe was engulfed in dust. She realised he had deceived her. He had made her ready for men who would pay him handsomely for their fun.
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  Saab laughed as the men dragged Deborah around the dusty courtyard. Some of them wrapped their arms around her waist and held her up as others pinched her nipples. Sharp pains stabbed through her breasts and she threw her head from side to side as the men pushed their faces at her and tried to kiss her. They bent her over and held her buttocks high and paraded her around the courtyard, holding her up so that everyone could paw around her exposed cunt and smack her buttocks.

  They hoisted her upside down onto one of the men’s backs. He grabbed the backs of her knees and pulled them down to his chest, pinning her open legs against the sides of his head and squashing her cunt against the back of his neck. He strutted around with her and she screamed as pinching fingers pulled at her nipples.

  They fought over who should carry her next until, finally, she was dropped on the ground and they flicked at her with swatches of cloth. She curled up and cowered as the whipping ends of the cloth burned her skin and she felt a draining swell of hopelessness running through her. Shame overwhelmed her and she covered her face with her hands.

  The bitch is too ashamed to look at us! shouted Saab. Put a bag over her head and cover up her embarrassment!

  They yanked her hands away from her face and hauled her to her feet.

  Yes, cover the bitch’s head, and make sure it’s tight!

  A black, velvet bag with a drawstring was held in front of her. She struggled and tried to break free but the men held her tightly and pulled it down over her head. She could not see anything as it pulled close to her face and, when she breathed, the thin material drew in against her mouth and was sucked inside. She choked and poked her tongue out to make a space to breathe and, when she sucked it in, it was hot and sweaty.