Caged!

by Gerald Rochelle

  They pulled the drawstring tightly and she flared her nostrils, breathing noisily through the soft material as it clung against her face. She tossed her head from side to side to try and break free but the men held it tightly and she could not escape. She widened her eyes, hoping to see something, but no light came through the material and she threw her head about in panic as she felt herself first being dragged around and then held up off the ground.

  She felt dizzy and disorientated, as though she was being thrown through the air or turned upside down and she thought she was going to be sick. Suddenly, the movement stopped and it went quiet. She felt the pressure of hands on her back and an arm across the front of her hips. The pressure on her back increased and she was bent forward roughly. She opened her eyes wider, flashing them from side to side, and tried to listen to what was happening, then she felt her arms being stretched out wide and the chain between the shackles at her wrists tightening across her breasts. Her arms were pulled wider, tensioning the chain until its hard links dug into her breasts and trapped her nipples.

  She felt hands on her shoulders as she was pressed forward until her outstretched arms and her neck were pressed against a hard surface. It felt like a wooden bar of some sort but she did not know what it was. She felt tight bonds being wound around her elbows, pinning her to whatever it was she was bent against, then more were bound around her wrists. She extended her fingers to see it she could touch anything and straight away she felt something thin being wound around each one and pulled tight so that her fingers were stretched out and she was unable to move them.

  Seized with a fresh wave of fear, she turned her covered head but it was grabbed and held fast as something hard was pulled down across the back of her neck. The sound of a heavy bolt sent a tremor of fear through her and, when she tried to move her head again, it was impossible, she was held fast, bent over and bound with her neck and arms trapped between two hard and unforgiving surfaces.

  She felt her ankles being held and pulled outwards, stretching her legs wide until they were lifted off the ground and she was suspended by the fastening at her neck. Something was lashed around her ankles and tied tightly then her knees were pulled wide and bound to something as well. She twisted her body but another binding was wound around her waist and pulled out at each side, pinioning her and making it impossible for her to move.

  Her face was hot and soaked with sweat and, when she licked out her tongue, she tasted the salty moisture as it ran down her nose and into her gaping mouth. She did not know where she was or exactly how she was pinioned but she felt the horror of exposure and the desperation of being completely captive and utterly helpless.

  She poked her tongue out to push the material away from her mouth but, as she pressed it against the wet material, she felt something pushing against it from the other side. It bulged against the material, forcing it against her lips and driving her tongue back into her gaping mouth until it was filled. She felt a throbbing heat on her tongue as the bulging material forced deeper into her mouth then she tasted the saltiness of spunk as the sweat-covered material was soaked with a pulsating spurt of semen. It frothed and bubbled through the material, dribbling across her tongue and running to the back of her throat.

  The pressure of the material was released as the cock pulled back but, as she swallowed, another forced its way in, this time pushing even deeper and filling her mouth even more. She felt the pressure of a hand against her nose then her jaw was forced wider by the throbbing heat in her mouth and she felt another surge of spunk oozing through the tightly pressed fabric. It dribbled through and dropped on her tongue and she licked it up and swallowed it just as her mouth was filled again.

  She sucked at more spunk as it spurted against the material across her mouth and, when there was no cock filling it, she chewed at the material and sucked it wildly to get all she could from the semen-drenched velvet. She breathed heavily through her nostrils, thinking only of the surges of spunk and her desperation to suck it all in and swallow it as fast as she could.

  She sensed warmth around her buttocks and felt liquid dribbling down them but she could not move to expose herself more. She felt her buttocks being forced wide and she felt wetness against her cunt and around her dilating anus but she was bound so tightly she could not move as it ran across her flesh.

  She sucked in a frenzy and, when there was nothing filling her mouth, she squeezed her buttocks together and felt the hot, dribbling spunk that ran between them and covered the swollen flesh of her distended cunt.

  Her head spun in the darkness of the velvet bag. The tension in her arms and legs and the pulling on her fingers sent deep shivers through her. She felt so exposed and captive. She did not know whether her cunt was being filled with a cock and although she felt pressure deep inside her rectum she could not tell if she was being fucked in her anus. Everything was confused, all she could see were the images in front of her straining eyes and all she could feel were the surges of heat boiling up inside her and sending shivering waves of delight across her tautly outstretched limbs.

  She sucked as much as she could but now she did not even know she was sucking. Everything in her mind was muddled as her body throbbed and burned. She did not know if she was being thrashed and beaten. She did not know if the lashing blows she imagined were really falling across her burning buttocks. She could not tell whether spunk was being splashed down her back and along her arms and she was not sure if it ran down her calves and over her feet.

  She heaved and gasped and imagined herself tied out across a wooden bar with another clamped across her neck. She pictured the crowd of men wanking against the bag that covered her head and was pushed so deeply into her mouth by their throbbing cocks. She saw them clamouring to wank over her and she saw them fighting each other for possession of a cane and a whip so that they could beat her across the buttocks and the backs of her legs. She saw Saab standing behind the men, barking instructions at them and telling them to thrash her hard and she saw Chrissie, sprawled against a trestle in the market, held by the arms and legs and taking all of the men in turn inside her widespread cunt. She saw images of Theron as he bent over her and traced his fingers between her shoulder blades and down her back until he pressed them against her spunk-covered anus then forced them deeply inside. She pictured him bending down and licking up the spunk that oozed from her stretched-out anus as he drove in his fingers as deeply as he could.

  She saw it all in the blackness and she felt herself tightening against her bonds as the images flashed in front of her wide, staring eyes and condensed into one huge picture of suffering and delight. Everything she saw she imagined was happening to her. She tensed her buttocks and strained her bound and extended fingers, sucking like an animal and swallowing in huge, satisfying gulps.

  Her orgasm started running within her, tugging at her nerves as it surged through her veins and into her tightened muscles. She took one last swallow then opened her mouth and went rigid as she submitted to the irresistible pressure that overwhelmed her. Her ears drummed and multi-coloured lights flashed in the darkness of the velvet bag. She thought she was screaming but if she was her cries were lost in the thunder that exploded in her pounding head as she gave way to her climax and let it consume her. Her body filled with it, every nerve burned as though she was on fire and she was devoured by it: ignited by its flames and consumed by its penetrating heat.

  When, finally, it released her, she fell forward against her bonds and heard nothing except the throbbing of her drumming ears then even that faded as she drifted into a deeper, more profound blackness.

  Deborah, poor Deborah, let me try and release you.

  Chrissie worked quietly to undo the bolt that held the heavy bar of the stocks across Deborah’s neck until finally she got it loose. Looking behind her, and being as quiet as she could, she drew it back then lifted the bar and held it up as Deborah pulled herse
lf free. Chrissie untied Deborah’s outstretched fingers and released the ropes which bound her legs and waist. Deborah clawed at the bag over her head but her fingers felt so strained and weak she could not get it off so Chrissie undid it and pulled it away.

  Deborah’s face was red and covered in sweat and spunk and her wet hair stuck to her cheeks and into her mouth. She tipped forward dizzily but Chrissie grabbed her shoulders and stopped her falling. Deborah nestled in Chrissie’s arms, blinking her bleary eyes in the purple, dusky light as she slowly came to her senses. Suddenly, she jumped up and started pulling at Chrissie.

  Quickly, we must get away from here. Quickly, before anyone comes. Before they capture us again and take us back.

  No, it’s too risky. They’re bound to catch us and that will mean more punishment.

  No, this is our chance to escape. No one can help us. We must try and escape by ourselves. Quickly, we must get away!

  Deborah pulled at Chrissie and dragged her reluctantly across the square and down a narrow, dark alley.

  Chapter 13

  Quickly, as fast as you can before they find we’ve gone.

  Chrissie stumbled and struggled to keep up and, when they emerged into the light, she slumped against a wall exhausted.

  Please, I must rest, please -

  No time. We must keep going. Come on!

  Deborah grabbed Chrissie’s hand and pulled her along the alley.

  Chrissie kept stopping and gasping for breath but Deborah urged her on, pulling at her when she slowed and holding her up when she stumbled. Deborah’s mind was racing. At last they were free. At last they could escape from the clutches of their tormentors. At last they could return home and put all the terrible things that had happened behind them. Her heart pounded with excitement and fear as they dodged into an entrance and threw themselves against a heavy, wooden door.

  Quick! In here before anyone sees us!

  Deborah pushed at the door and it flew open. She dragged Chrissie inside and they stood together in the darkness, panting and bending with their hands on their knees to try and get their breath back.

  Deborah spoke in gasps.

  We can hide in here, until it gets dark. Chrissie, oh Chrissie, we’re free!

  Chrissie looked up at Deborah. Her eyes were filled with tears and she was shivering all over.

  Deborah, we must go back. They’ll catch us and then things will be worse. Please, let’s go back. I’m afraid.

  No, we’ll be alright. Anything’s better than going back there. This is what we’ve been waiting for. Don’t be afraid. We’ll be alright. We’re free!

  Chrissie slumped down on the floor.

  Please, let’s go back.

  Deborah could not understand her reluctance, it was as though she did not want to escape. She bent down and ran her hands into Chrissie’s tangled, black hair.

  Chrissie, it will be alright. I know it will.

  Chrissie looked up into Deborah’s face and more tears welled up in her eyes and began to trickle down her flushed and dirty cheeks. Deborah wrapped her arms around Chrissie and held her tightly until she went to sleep.

  Deborah sat by the half-open door as it went dark. She thought of the long journey on the ship, then the terrible trudge across the desert and wondered how they could possibly find their way back. It seemed hopeless but she knew they had to try. Anything was better then the ordeals they were being subjected to, anything.

  She dozed and dreamed and occasionally woke up with a start. Again, she had the dream of going out in the car with Chrissie and again she was tormented by the appearance of Saab and the terrible feeling of treachery as Saab and Chrissie laughed at her and mocked her.

  She was woken by the sounds of people in the alley and when she peered around the door she saw it was getting light. An old woman wearing a heavy robe walked past with some children running behind her. Deborah looked over to Chrissie. She seemed fast asleep and Deborah decided not to wake her. Another noise outside startled her and she jumped back in surprise as she saw Gross ambling down the alley. He looked miserable and lost and his arms hung heavily at his sides. For a moment, she thought of hiding from him then she realised that this was their chance. Gross would surely help them. She pushed the door open and rushed out into the alley.

  Gross! Gross! I need help. I’ve got away. I need help to escape. He looked confused and backed away as she ran towards him. Gross, please, I need your help.

  He looked around, his eyes darting fearfully about him.

  Gross must not touch. No, Gross must not touch little slave.

  Gross, don’t be frightened. You must help me. I need to get back to the harbour. You’re the only one that can help me. You’re the only one who knows how to get back. Please, oh please, Gross, please.

  He cocked his head from side to side and reached his hand forward slowly.

  Gross must not touch. Saab will be angry. Gross has been punished.

  Deborah took his hand and, even though he resisted, drew it towards her. He looked around in fear then smiled anxiously and let her place the palm of his hand on her firm breast.

  Gross, you may touch. It’s alright. There’s no need to be frightened any more. We can escape. Yes, we can escape. We can be free and you need not be frightened of anyone again.

  His smile softened and he relaxed his arm. He let her rub his hand around her breast until her nipple hardened under the pressure. She parted his fingers and drew them across her smooth skin until her nipple poked out between them.

  Gross like little slave.

  Yes, I like you as well Gross. But I need your help. I need your help to escape. Will you do it?

  He stood, looking quizzically at her, then he looked down at his hand as she rubbed it around her breast and he squeezed his fingers together until they trapped her nipple tightly between them.

  Yes, squeeze it hard Gross. Squeeze it as hard as you want. He squeezed his fingers and pinched her hard nipple tightly. Yes, as hard as you want. I don’t mind how hard you do it.

  He squeezed his fingers together and she gasped in pain as her hard nipple was squashed between his thick, black fingers. She took his other hand and drew it down between the tops of her thighs. She held it against her shaved crack and squirmed around it so that he could feel the soft, wetness of her swollen labia.

  Gross like little slave.

  Yes, you can squeeze that as well Gross. Pinch it as hard as you are pinching my nipple. Pinch it and make me cry out and I will not stop you. I will only ask you for more. Go on, pinch my cunt. Pinch it! Pinch it!

  He pinched her fleshy labia between his fingers and she rose up on his hand as the pain sent hot, penetrating shocks deeply inside her cunt.

  Suddenly, he pulled back.

  No, Gross is afraid.

  Don’t be afraid Gross. Please don’t be afraid. You will help me won’t you? Please Gross. Please.

  He stood back and looked at her.

  Gross will be back. Tonight. Gross will come back to little slave tonight.

  He turned and ran off down the alley. Deborah looked around to see if they had been seen then rushed back behind the door.

  Chrissie was waking and rubbing her eyes.

  Chrissie! Chrissie! Gross is going to help us. He’s coming back tonight. He’s going to help us escape! Chrissie looked anxious and worried. What’s the matter Chrissie? Don’t you hear me. We’re going to get free! Please don’t be worried. It’ll be alright. I promise you. It’ll be alright.

  Chrissie turned her head and looked down at the floor. Deborah snuggled up beside her and tried to comfort her but every time she mentioned the plan to get away Chrissie looked down at the ground and would not say anything.

  After it went dark Deborah heard a scratch
ing at the door and rushed outside. Gross was holding out a bowl of food. Deborah snatched it from him, spilling some of its contents onto the floor.

  Gross reached forward to touch her but pulled back in fear.

  Tomorrow. Gross will come when it gets light. Take little slave back to big ship and home.

  Oh Gross! You’re so good!

  Deborah grabbed him around the neck and kissed him but he pulled away embarrassed and ran off down the alley into the darkness.

  Deborah shared the food with Chrissie then tried to sleep but she was too excited and only dozed. Finally, the sunlight started to cast a weak shadow through the half-open door and Deborah jumped up when she heard a soft knocking on the door.

  It’s Gross! He’s come for us. Chrissie, wake up! Wake up! At last, we’re going to get away!

  What, what’s happening?

  Come on! Gross has come for us. We’re going to get away!

  Deborah grabbed Chrissie’s arm and yanked her to the door. They both shielded their eyes from the glare as they emerged into the alley. Gross was holding some clothing and pushed it forward towards Deborah then suddenly shrunk back as he saw Chrissie. He dropped the clothing to the ground and started mumbling and shaking his head.

  No, no mistress. Gross did not touch. Gross did not touch. Deborah stepped forward and grabbed his arm but he yanked it away in fear. No, no mistress. Gross has not been bad.

  What’s the matter Gross? Deborah laughed. Don’t be silly. It’s alright. It’s only Chrissie. She’s my friend. Please Gross don’t be afraid.

  No, Gross must not touch. Gross would not disobey ...

  Chrissie moved towards him and he dropped to his knees in front of her. Deborah tried to pull him up but he pushed her back fearfully.

  Please mistress, please ...

  Deborah turned to Chrissie and saw a strange look on her face. It was a confident smirk, as though she knew why Gross was so afraid and she was enjoying his fear and subservience. Deborah could not understand what was going on.