Caged!

by Gerald Rochelle

  Chrissie, what’s the matter with him? Why is he so afraid? Chrissie what’s happening?

  She felt panicky as her body flushed with a confused mixture of anxiety and foreboding. She had felt in control and now things were happening that she could not understand and it made her feel isolated and threatened. She looked at Chrissie again and, as she threw back her long, black hair haughtily and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, Deborah saw someone that frightened her and she shivered all over and felt a wave of nausea flooding into her stomach.

  Chrissie turned to Deborah and, still with the strange look on her face, wrapped her arm around Deborah’s waist.

  I think we should go back now.

  Gross lurched forward, grabbed Deborah’s wrist and tried to pull her away from Chrissie.

  Gross take little slave. Quick! Escape! Chrissie not friend!

  He pulled at Deborah frantically but she fought against him. She could not understand what was happening.

  Gross what are you doing? Chrissie is my friend. You must help us both. You said you would.

  No, just little slave. Get away! Get away!

  He yanked at her wildly but she kicked out at him and held onto Chrissie. He went to push Chrissie away but shied back when she turned to him and scowled. Deborah kicked him again and he fell to the floor shouting and blubbering.

  Gross help little slave. Gross help ...

  He made another grab for Chrissie and held onto her ankle. He pulled her onto the ground and she fell on her side. He rolled across her and shouted to Deborah.

  Run! Run!

  Deborah tried to push him away and reached down and grabbed Chrissie’s outstretched hand. Chrissie took hold of it but Gross threw himself across her, breaking her grip and pinning her down.

  Suddenly, a crowd of men and boys came chasing noisily down the alley. Deborah turned towards them fearfully and again tried to pull Chrissie up but, as Gross rolled in front of her, Deborah was knocked off balance and pulled onto the ground, panting and gasping for breath.

  She struggled to her feet and tried frantically to pull Chrissie free but, as she strained to drag Chrissie away from Gross, some of the men pulled her away and flung her to the ground again.

  Chrissie broke free and started to run away but some boys surrounded her and started baiting her like a captured animal. They pawed at her and pinched her and slowly closed in around her. She fought against them as they pulled her onto the floor but, when she started to scream, they stuffed a large, leather ball into her mouth then bound it in tightly with a leather strap. She threw her head from side to side and her eyes widened in terror as they dragged her down by the hair and held her on the ground. She kicked her feet out at them but they sat on her legs and pinned her down.

  Deborah summoned up all her strength and scrambled to her feet. Gross stood by her side and made another attempt to pull her away but all she could think of was saving Chrissie. She rushed at the boys but they dodged aside and she fell to the ground in a cloud of dust. She choked and coughed and wiped her eyes as the boys taunted her and jabbed their fingers in her sides. Some of them bent down and pinched her nipples and others pulled at the naked edges of her shaved cunt. She screamed as they pulled at her swollen labia but her cries only made them laugh louder and pinch her flesh harder.

  She strained her eyes to see through the billowing dust and, for a moment, she glimpsed Gross standing dazed and looking from side to side anxiously. He took a step towards Deborah then froze, turned and ran away.

  Some of the men pushed the boys aside. They held Chrissie’s legs wide apart then one of them knelt between them and pressed the engorged tip of his hard cock against the outspread flesh of her cunt. She bit hard onto the leather ball as he pushed the throbbing glans inside and spit dribbled from the edges of her mouth as he drove it deeply inside her. He thrust his cock up and down her and her face reddened with the strain of every lunge. The other men gripped her ankles tightly as the man fucked her wildly and they stretched her out as the man reared back with the onset of his orgasm.

  Deborah watched his body tense as he strained back, pulling his cock out and spraying his spunk from its throbbing end across Chrissie’s stomach. He held the pulsating shaft in his hand and, still with spunk splashing from its end, he was pushed aside and another man took his place between Chrissie’s widespread knees. The men raised Chrissie’s legs high, exposing the dark ring of her anus, covered with the wetness that dribbled down from her sopping cunt. The man pressed his engorged glans against it and, as it opened, he drove his cock straight in.

  Deborah pulled against her captors but she could not get free and she watched helplessly as Chrissie was fucked repeatedly. Suddenly, they stopped and Deborah felt the tight grip around her arms slacken. She rolled over on the ground and wiped her dust-encrusted eyes. Theron stood above her with Saab by his side.

  Oh my little slaves, you do cause me so much trouble. I hope you weren’t thinking of leaving me. No, of course you weren’t. How could you think of leaving me when we were having so much fun.

  He bent down to Deborah and ran his fingers around her swollen lips.

  What a pretty little slave, but so ungrateful. Saab! Have these two put back on their leashes and brought to me. Their trip out has lasted too long.

  Saab shouted to the boys and they pulled Deborah and Chrissie to their feet. The leads were clipped to their collars and they were both dragged along the alley and through a heavy, wooden door. Deborah had not got the strength to resist and her feet trailed behind her as they were dragged back into the large hall and held on their leashes in front of Theron. She felt defeated and hopeless.

  Theron sat on his huge chair with Saab standing by his side. Several women crouched at his feet and one them was licking Saab’s shiny, leather shoes.

  Really my little slaves, you are starting to prove rather troublesome. In fact I’m fed up with both of you. Saab you told me they would please me but I find them very disappointing. Troublesome and disappointing! I don’t want to see them again until you can promise me they will please me.

  He got up and strode down the long marble floored hall with the young boys following him.

  Saab stared angrily at them both and Deborah dropped her head, afraid to meet her gaze as she walked over menacingly.

  Bitches! Saab walked behind Chrissie and draped her hands across the tops of her shoulders. Sweet little bitches. She kissed Chrissie’s forehead. What shall I do with you? Let me see. She ran her hands down across Chrissie’s breasts and pinched her hard nipples between her fingers. Chrissie tightened herself and tried to pull back but Saab squeezed her nipples tighter. Now, I promised Theron that he would enjoy you and now he says he is displeased. If he is displeased with you then he is displeased with me and I do not like that.

  Deborah looked up slightly and watched as Saab squeezed Chrissie’s nipples as hard as she could and Deborah felt the edges of her cunt swelling as she watched Chrissie tensing herself against the pain. She looked into Chrissie’s eyes and again saw the fear on her face. Her dark eyes were wide and the leather strap pulled deeply into her tightly stretched cheeks. Spit dribbled from the edges of her mouth as it was forced wide by the leather ball and, when Deborah looked down across Chrissie’s stomach, she could see spunk still running from her cunt and flowing down the insides of her trembling thighs.

  Deborah felt a wave of guilt flooding through her. She felt responsible for what had happened and could not bear to see Chrissie suffer any more. She pulled against the hands at her arms and stepped forward.

  Punish me mistress. Punish me and I promise to do anything you wish of me.

  Her own words shocked her and she felt a nervous shiver run through her body.

  Saab looked up and spoke mockingly.

  How would you like to be punis
hed bitch? Would you like to be beaten?

  Anything mistress, anything.

  Perhaps you would like something stuffed in your mouth like your little friend?

  Yes, mistress, yes, I would, but please let her go.

  And perhaps you would like me to ride you while I whipped you until you could stand no more.

  Yes, yes I would.

  Saab pinched Chrissie’s nipples viciously and pulled them forward.

  Would you like this bitch?

  Deborah stared at Chrissie’s outstretched nipples.

  Yes, mistress, yes. Please do it to me instead.

  Saab let Chrissie’s nipples go and ran her hands down Chrissie’s spunk-smeared stomach. She stretched her fingers into the top of Chrissie’s crack and opened the soft, fleshy leaves.

  And would you like me to do this bitch?

  Deborah felt a surge of heat in her stomach as Saab exposed Chrissie’s hard clitoris. It shone, glistening and proud between the swollen folds of Chrissie’s cunt.

  Yes, as wide as you wanted mistress. Yes.

  Saab ran her fingers into Chrissie’s crack and delved them deeply into her vagina.

  And this?

  Yes, as deeply as you could.

  Now bitch. Tell me what else you would want me to do with you. Tell me!

  Deborah strained against the hands that gripped her arms and felt the edges of her cunt swelling as she pulled against their restraining tension. She wanted them to hold her tighter. She wanted to feel their fingers digging into her skin. She wanted to feel them controlling her, pulling her back and holding her away from what she wanted. She wanted to be punished and frustrated and she wanted to feel hopeless and driven to more desire by pain.

  I want to be gagged.

  Saab pushed Chrissie’s thighs wide and pulled her wet fingers out of her vagina.

  Yes, bitch, then what?

  I want to be gagged so that I cannot scream and I want my hands to be tied to my sides. Then I want to be tied by the ankles and pulled up high on a rope.

  Saab pressed her wet fingers towards Chrissie’s anus and ran their tips around its hard edge.

  Go on bitch. What else?

  I want to be suspended on the rope and spun around until I am dizzy and sick.

  Saab pushed the tips of her fingers into the centre of Chrissie’s anus and Deborah felt a surge of heat in her hips as she watched them go in to the knuckles. She saw Chrissie’s eyes widen as the fingers penetrated her and Deborah felt another wave of heat across her still swelling cunt as she watched Chrissie dropping down for more.

  Tell me bitch!

  I want to be held by my ankles over a bucket of water. I want to be held above it and I want to see spit dribbling from my mouth and falling on the surface. Then I want men to wank into the water and I want to see my spit mixing with their spunk then I want to be dipped into it and I want to lick up the spunk with my tongue.

  Go on. Go on bitch.

  I want to be lifted away from it and see it dribble from the end of my tongue. But I need the taste of their spunk and I want to plead to be lowered into it again.

  Yes, yes, what next bitch?

  I want to see more men wanking into the water and I want to beg and beg to be lowered down. I want to lick my tongue out as far as it will go until I can just touch the surface and taste the spunk then, as I begin to lap it up, I want to be snatched back again. I want to feel frustrated and tormented and I want to feel hopeless and desperate and ashamed.

  What else bitch?

  Then I want to be thrashed.

  What with?

  First with a cane. I want to feel its hard, cutting lashes across my bottom. I want to feel it flailing me across the back and I want to be spun around and caned across my breasts. I want to feel the cane coming down across my hard nipples and I want to feel the pain as it penetrates my breasts and makes me scream like an animal. Then I want to be ducked in the water again so the spunk covers my face.

  That’s not enough bitch. What else?

  I want to be lashed with a whip. I want to feel the hard leather smacking across my flesh. I want to feel its burning cuts and I want to feel the raised, red stripes it leaves across my skin.

  Saab pushed her hand between Chrissie’s shoulder blades and pressed her forward. She forced her to bend down onto her knees then she grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Chrissie’s nostrils flared wide as she gasped for breath.

  Go on bitch. Then what?

  I want to be beaten with a split rope. I want its ends to tangle around my hips and cut into me and make me spin when it is pulled back and then I want to be ducked back down into the water and drink up the spunk as men keep wanking around me.

  Saab straddled Chrissie like a horse and wedged her knees tightly into Chrissie’s waist. She wound Chrissie’s hair around her hand in a bunch and pulled it back viciously.

  Go on bitch. What else?

  I want to be left hanging with my face on the surface of the water and I want to keep drinking the flows of spunk as the men drench me with semen. I want to be thrashed again, as hard as passible. I want to feel the tangled rope cutting into me and throwing me into gulping spasms of pain. I want to be overcome by it and I want to pass out with my mouth full of spunk. Then I want to be cut down and dragged around by the rope at my ankles while I am still unconscious and, as I come around, I want to be humiliated and degraded and flailed and spat upon.

  Saab reached her one hand behind her and pushed her fingers between Chrissie’s buttocks. She pressed their tips against Chrissie’s anus and drove them in. As Chrissie gasped, Saab pulled her hair back even harder and began thrusting her fingers in deeply and riding her like an animal. Chrissie’s nostrils flared wider as spit bubbled from the sides of her mouth and ran down over her chin.

  Would you like me to ride you like this bitch?

  Deborah stared at Chrissie’s sweating face and pulled frantically against the restraining hands at her arms.

  Yes, I want to be ridden and I want your fingers in my anus. I want them in as deep as you can get them. I want to feel them pressing out my flesh and probing right inside. Yes, I want you to ride me and thrust me with your fingers and I want you to thrash me with a whip and beat me and flail me until you are satisfied.

  Deborah pulled hard against the men who held her and managed to get an arm free. She reached it out towards Saab, pulling at the other in frenzied desperation.

  Please, please, take me like that. Ride me and thrash me, fuck me in the arse, fuck me and whip me, ride me and punish me, thrash me and ...

  Let the bitch go! Set her free!

  The men released Deborah and she fell forward onto her knees. She held her buttocks up high and, with her eyes fixed on Chrissie as she bucked beneath Saab, she clawed her hands on the ground and pulled herself forward.

  She hung her tongue out over her bottom lip and spit dripped from it and fell in a sticky strand onto the floor. It dribbled onto the backs of her hands and she lapped at it and sucked it back in before spitting it out again. Saab shouted as Deborah got closer.

  Hold the bitch by the ankles!

  Some of the men grabbed Deborah’s ankles and held her back. She strained forward and tensed her body against their grip but they held her fast.

  Please mistress, please let me take her place.

  Beg more bitch.

  Please, oh please mistress, I want to serve you, I want you to ride me. Please take me between your legs -

  Keep begging bitch! I may let you if you beg enough.

  Please, please, let me feel your knees digging into my sides. Let me feel your fingers inside me, probing me, poking into me. Please, please ...

  Saab pulled back Chrissie
’s hair even harder, straining her neck and making her choke as the spit ran down the back of the gag and gathered in her throat. Saab reared back, throwing her head back and thrusting her fingers even deeper into Chrissie’s anus. She shouted out to the men.

  Strip me, strip me and thrash me, I’m starting to come!

  Several men ran to her and began undoing the front of her long red dress.

  Strip me I said! Strip me!

  One of them grabbed the front of the dress and tore it down exposing her breasts and her smooth stomach.

  Strip me! Strip me bare! Make me naked!

  They pulled at her dress and tore it from her back as she reared frantically on Chrissie’s back.

  Now whip me! Whip my naked flesh! Whip me until I finish!

  One of them brought a short leather whip down across her back.

  Whack!

  Harder!

  He lashed the whip down as hard as she could and, when he pulled it back, it left raised, red stripes across her straining back.

  Whack!

  Harder! Harder! Whip me harder!

  Whack! Whack! Whack!

  He brought the whip down viciously and she rode Chrissie in a frenzy, plunging her fingers deeper and squeezing her knees hard into Chrissie’s waist.

  I’m coming! Beat me! Beat me!

  Anther man lashed a cane across her buttocks, thrashing it as hard as he could while the other continued to beat her across the back with the whip.

  Whip! Thrash! Whip! Thrash! Whip! Thrash!

  Deborah pulled as hard as she could against the hands around her ankles but she could not get near enough. She watched Saab’s frenzied face and the lashing of the whip and cane and, as she strained her legs against the hands at her ankles, she felt her own orgasm building up inside her. She began screaming, begging, pleading to be ridden but Saab’s cries and the thrashing of the whip and cane drowned the sound of her voice as she fell forward, jerking and squirming as her orgasm gripped her and threw her into a convulsive fit.