Caged!

by Gerald Rochelle

  The men kept beating Saab until finally she slackened her grip on Chrissie’s waist and fell sideways to the ground. Some of the men rushed to her and covered her with a large sheet that she wrapped slowly around her still pulsating body. She leant back on the floor and wiped away the spit that dribbled from her lips. Deborah looked up at her and held out her hand, still hoping that she would mount her and ride her and punish her as she wanted, but Saab ignored her and motioned to the men.

  Take me and bathe me. She pointed at Deborah. And use her how you want.

  They tied leather straps to Deborah’s ankles then lifted her up and, keeping her legs as wide as they could, laced the free ends of the straps around the bars in the floor of the suspended cage. They held her up by the shoulders as they worked and she strained to see what they were doing as the veins in her neck started pounding and her head buzzed. She twisted against their grasp and, as she pulled against them, her oily skin slipped from their hands and she dropped backwards.

  She shouted out as she plummeted towards the floor then had the breath knocked out of her as her full weight fell jarringly onto the straps. As the straps caught her weight, they tightened against her ankles and cut into her skin. She threw herself about on the straps at her ankles and the cage swung wildly and spun on the chain that hung from the high ceiling of the hall. The boys reached up and bound her shackled wrists tightly to her sides. She struggled against them but they pulled her arms so tightly to her sides that when they had finished she could not move them at all.

  Hands reached up and set her spinning on the straps. She felt giddy and sick as they spun her faster then, when they stopped her suddenly, she was left gasping and terror-stricken. Her head hung backwards and, as everything continued to spin and spit dribbled from her mouth she saw a bucket of water being placed below her.

  They lowered her down and she felt the water bubbling around her face and, when they lifted her out, it ran back down her nose and made her choke. The men stood around her and some of them wanked across her breasts and their spunk ran across her throat and over her face. It dripped into the bucket and when they lowered her again she lapped at it hungrily and swallowed it down. When they hauled her up again she held her tongue out longingly and, when she felt her skin burn as the cutting edge of a leather whip came down harshly across her buttocks, she strained to reach it like a starved, ravenous animal.

  Deborah hardly felt the tension released as the straps were untied from her ankles and she could not open her eyes. She only vaguely felt herself being lifted up into the cage and, as it was hoisted back up on the chain, she could only just hear the shouting voices of the men below.

  She lay on the hard bars of the swinging cage, sleeping fitfully, dreaming of being free, of returning home and being warm. She imagined selecting clean clothes and smoothing them down across her skin but, as she drew her arms up and they pressed against the unforgiving bars of the cage, she knew she was still a hopeless captive. Her only chance of escape had faded away and disappeared. She rolled onto her side and pushed her hands down between her legs. She shivered with cold as her fingers peeled apart the swollen flesh of her cunt and she felt the dribble of wetness running into the palms of her eager hands.

  She felt the inner edges of her labia and poked the tips of her fingers against the warm entrance to her vagina. She pressed her nails against the soft lining and a deep thrill sent shocks of excitement up into her chest. She dug her nails in again and threw her head back as the surge of excitement ran into her throat and onto her tongue. She felt the cage spinning and it seemed to fall as she dug her nails deeper then, as he felt the jarring jolt of the cage hitting the floor, she also felt aware of a large, black face pressed against the outside of the bars.

  Gross peered in at her, tilting his head from side to side. He reached forward and pawed at her with his hands, rubbing them against her wet cheeks and pulling gently at her tangled hair. He smiled at her uncertainly and she grabbed his fingers and pulled his hands down against her breasts.

  Gross, we were so close to getting away, so close.

  Gross will care for Deborah. Gross will look after little slave.

  She felt her heart beating against the palms of his large, black hands as she splayed his fingers apart and pushed them around her aching nipples.

  Here Gross, squeeze them. Squeeze them like you did before. Feel how they get hard under your touch. Squeeze your fingers as around them as hard as you can. Do not be afraid to hurt me. You know I do not want you to hold back. The more pain you give me the more I will want and if you give me enough pain I will want you to fuck me like you did before.

  He squeezed her nipples and they hardened under the pressure. She cried out as pains shot from them and penetrated her breasts but she held his hands there so that he knew she was not yet satisfied and that he must not take them away.

  Gross will look after Deborah.

  Yes, look after me by giving me what I want. Squeeze hard. Hurt me.

  She lifted her knees and dropped them wide.

  Look at that Gross. Look at my cunt, my naked cunt. Take hold of the sides, the shaved sides of my cunt, and pinch the edges. Pinch them as hard as you can. Don’t hold back. The more you pinch them the more I will want you to do it.

  He moved his hands down and slowly took hold of her swollen outer labia between his thumbs and forefingers. He started to squeeze them and, as the pain bit, she opened her legs and lifted her hips higher, exposing her glistening cunt fully to his pinching fingers.

  More Gross. Harder. Harder. Pinch me harder. Pinch me until I scream and cry out in agony but when I do you must not stop, you must not let me go. Hold the edges of my cunt until I demand your cock inside me then open me wide and thrust it in. Push it in as deep as you can and keep pushing it as I scream for more. Yes, yes, more! More!

  He squeezed the stretched-out flesh as hard as he could and she threw her head back in a fresh ecstasy of pain and suffering.

  Gross. You must not leave me. I need you always. I can stand it all as long as you are there.

  He pinched her labia until she howled.

  Gross will always be there for Deborah, he said as she screamed for him to open her cunt and fill it to the hilt.

  Chapter 14

  The cage was lowered and Deborah was pulled out by some men. Saab stood against the wall, smoking a cigarette and petting one of the boys who clung to her thin, black dress. She lifted one of her feet and casually rubbed the high heel of her black shoe against the back of her calf.

  Put the bitches on their leads and bring them. I will make sure that when Theron sees them next that they are ready to please.

  The men dragged Chrissie from behind one of the huge pillars and clipped the lead to her collar. Deborah looked into her dark eyes and saw the hopelessness in her face.

  The boys made them get down on all-fours then led them out of the huge hall and into a covered entrance to the market square. Men gathered around and stared at them as they were held tightly with their collars pulling at their necks.

  Saab grabbed hold of Chrissie’s hair and pulled her head back. Chrissie gasped and spit dribbled from her mouth.

  String the bitch up! And make it tight!

  Some of the men grabbed Chrissie and turned her back to face the square. They pulled her arms high and tied them tightly to ropes that hung from the covered entrance. They wound some leather straps around her ankles and pulled her legs wide then tied them off to iron rings that hung from the walls on either side.

  Tight I said!

  They pulled harder on the ropes and straps until she was strung out tautly. Saab tugged at the ropes to check their tightness then held out her open hand.

  My cane.

  One of the boys dropped a long cane into her upturned palm and the crowd of men gathered around excited
ly. Saab pointed the tip of the cane between Chrissie’s shoulder blades and pressed it against her skin.

  This bitch has failed to please her master. How shall I punish her?

  The men surged forward, shouting and pointing, holding up their fists and spitting at Chrissie’s outstretched body. Deborah shrunk back as they pushed around her and she winced as some of their spit splattered on her back and in her hair.

  Saab pulled the point of the cane down into the small of Chrissie’s back.

  Shall I beat her until she begs to serve her master properly?

  The men cheered and waved their arms in agreement. Deborah tried to lift her hands from the ground as the men’s feet stamped around them and she coughed and choked as dust was kicked up into her face.

  Saab flexed the cane as she pressed it against Chrissie’s back.

  Very well. Saab bent her face to Chrissie’s ear, kissing it as she whispered quietly. I want to hear you beg.

  Saab stood back and laid the cane against Chrissie’s taut buttocks. She smoothed its thin edge across Chrissie’s skin, leaving a white mark where it was pressed. She ran it back up across the small of Chrissie’s back then onto her shoulders, touching each one in turn before resting it against the side of her neck. She lifted Chrissie’s tousled hair with the tip and twirled it in a knot then suddenly snatched it away and drew it back behind her head.

  Chrissie turned her head slightly and looked back and Deborah saw the fear in the eyes as the cane came down.

  Whack!

  Chrissie’s body tightened against its bonds as the cutting cane fell across her buttocks. She cried out and Deborah saw spit spraying from her mouth.

  Saab drew the cane back leaving a thin red stripe across Chrissie’s pale skin. Deborah saw Chrissie’s buttocks relax then tense again and she watched her closing her hands into fists as the cane came down again.

  Whack!

  Chrissie screamed loudly as the cane cut another bright red stripe across her buttocks. Deborah’s stomach filled with fear as she heard Chrissie’s high-pitched scream and she pulled against the collar at her neck and dug her hands into the dusty ground to try and pull herself forward.

  Whack!

  The cane came down again and Chrissie let out another piercing screech. The crowd of men shouted loudly and Deborah pulled harder on her leash, pushing her knees into the ground and digging her toes into the dusty soil.

  Whack!

  The cane cut another line across Chrissie’s buttocks and Deborah watched her fingers stretching out in agony as she twisted against the ropes at her wrists and the straps around her ankles.

  Saab ran the tip of the cane up between Chrissie’s shoulder blades and Deborah listened to Chrissie’s desperate gasping as she fought to tense herself for another blow.

  Whack!

  The cane cut across Chrissie’s back and, when Saab pulled it back, it left a harsh red line that ran from shoulder to shoulder. Deborah pulled harder, and dribbled from her open mouth as she strained to move forward.

  Whack! Whack! Whack!

  Chrissie screamed with every blow until Deborah saw her outstretched fingers slowly curling up and her hands dropping loosely against the tight-pulled ropes at her wrists.

  Saab screeched at Chrissie.

  Are you ready bitch? Are you ready to please your master?

  Chrissie’s head fell forward. She tried to speak but could not make a sound.

  I did not hear you bitch!

  Deborah pulled frantically against her lead and, as the crowd jostled around her, the boy holding her let go. She crawled forward, dodging the men’s stamping feet until finally she emerged from amongst them.

  Chrissie blubbered a few words, but they were weak and pathetic.

  I can’t stand any more. Please ...

  Deborah crawled towards her and looked up at Saab.

  She can’t take any more. Please, please stop ...

  Saab’s face reddened with anger and she held the cane above Deborah threateningly. Deborah shrank back on her hands and knees and waited for the cane to fall but Saab held back.

  You want to save your little friend do you bitch? Saab pulled the cane back and Deborah flinched. Well, perhaps you can. Yes, perhaps if you are a good little bitch, perhaps you can. Saab parted her legs, pulling her long, black dress tightly against the outsides of her thighs. Crawl between my legs bitch. Perhaps if you can distract me I will not want to flog your little friend so hard.

  Deborah glanced at Chrissie as she hung on her bonds with her head held forward and spit running in a stream down onto the ground. She crawled forward between Saab’s legs.

  That’s right bitch. Now take my mind off your little friend.

  Deborah craned her neck back and looked up the insides of Saab’s thighs. A tight, black thong was pulled between her legs and Deborah could see the mound of flesh that was drawn within the thin, narrow gusset. She reached her head up and felt the heat from Saab’s thighs as they pressed against the sides of her cheeks then she stretched up further until her lips touched the tight, filmy material that covered the flesh of Saab’s cunt.

  Deborah licked across the material and, as she tasted the salty moisture from Saab’s cunt, she felt a thrill of nervous excitement running into her own hips. She licked her tongue out and laid it flatly across the material then dragged it forward until she felt the hard bulge of Saab’s clitoris pulsating between the covered flesh at the front of her crack.

  Suddenly she heard Chrissie cry out as Saab brought the cane down hard across her red-striped back.

  Whack!

  I want it licked bitch! I want to feel your tongue against my flesh! Pull my panties away!

  Deborah reached her hands up the insides of Saab’s thighs and took hold of the edges of the thin material, already soaked by the spit from her lapping tongue.

  Not like that bitch! With your teeth!

  Deborah dropped her hands obediently and took the material between her teeth. She bit into it and, as she pulled it away, she felt the hot flesh of Saab’s cunt exposed against her lips. She bit harder and pulled more and, as the material peeled away from Saab’s wet flesh, Deborah bit into it harder and ripped at it until it tore. The torn material hung on the thin edges of the thong and Deborah reached her tongue up and laid it flatly across the swollen flesh of Saab’s wet, outer labia. She tasted the salty moisture on her tongue and let it drain to the back of her throat.

  Lick it deeply bitch! Lick it deeply or your little friend will get some more!

  Deborah plunged her tongue between the wet flesh and licked along the inside edges, prising the inner folds back and exposing the entrance to Saab’s dripping vagina.

  Stick it in bitch!

  Deborah sank her tongue in deeply, tasting the sweet flow of moisture that ran from it as she sucked it over her tongue and swallowed it eagerly. She pressed her nose against the front of Saab’s crack and felt the pulsating clitoris beating and throbbing against her flaring nostrils. Deborah reached down and stretched her hands between her own legs, pressing the tips of her fingers against the swelling edges of her cunt, opening them and probing inside.

  She opened her mouth wide and sucked at Saab’s flesh. She moved her head sideways across Saab’s swollen labia, rubbing the wetness that ran from them across her cheeks until it dribbled down and stuck to her tangled hair. She buried her face as deeply as she could into the warm, wet flesh and ran her fingers deeply into her own cunt as she squeezed the throbbing tip of her engorged clitoris, pinching it hard and pulling at it to make it grow harder.

  She felt Saab dropping her hips lower and she sucked harder, licking her tongue in as deeply as she could and straining to lap up all the moisture that ran so freely from the fleshy folds. She felt Saab tensing hersel
f and she sucked harder, licking her wildly and probing her deeply, with a building desperation to draw Saab’s orgasm onto her aching tongue.

  Suddenly, Saab pulled away and left Deborah on her knees, her hands between her own writhing legs and her still lapping tongue hanging out of her wet mouth.

  Bitch! Bitch!

  Saab pulled the cane back and brought it down onto Chrissie’s back.

  Whack!

  Chrissie moaned and Deborah fell back startled and afraid.

  You want to feel yourself do you bitch? She turned to the crowd of men. Look, the bitch wants to feel herself! Look at her feeling her cunt. Bitch! The men crowded around. Show them bitch. Show them your cunt. Show them how you are feeling it. Give them some pleasure. Make them come. Yes, make them all come or it will be the worse for your little friend.

  Deborah felt the heat of the men’s bodies as they gathered around her. Her fingers were still inside the wet folds of her cunt and, as she felt the glare of their staring eyes, she lay back on the dusty ground and opened her legs for them to see.

  Yes, show them your lovely little cunt bitch. Make them come and listen for the sound of my cane across your little friend’s back if you fail to please any of them.

  Deborah lay in the dusty ground and prised wide the outer leaves of her cunt. The men jostled to get closer and pushed at each other and she felt suffocated by them as they leant over her and pawed her. But her exposure and humiliation caused a thrill to shoot through her stomach and, as she pinched her engorged clitoris tightly between her grasping fingers, she felt the wave of excitement running down into her hips and across the fleshy edges of her splayed open cunt.

  One of the men pulled up his robe and knelt across her chest.

  Saab drew the cane back threateningly behind Chrissie. Here’s your first bitch. And make it good or your little friend gets more.

  The man took his hard cock in his hand and held it above Deborah’s breasts. He pulled the skin up and down the veiny shaft and the engorged glans swelled and throbbed. Deborah stared up at it and, as she watched his balls hanging down loosely in their fleshy sack and the veins pulsating on the heavy shaft, she drove her fingers deeper into her throbbing cunt.