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Caged!

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by Gerald Rochelle


  She raised her chest, lifting her hard nipples towards his cock as she squeezed her breasts together with her arms. The man pulled his hand up and down his cock and Deborah watched his hard, engorged glans swelling more each time he brought his encircling fingers up to behind its wide-flanged edge. She delved her fingers deeply into her cunt and squeezed her upper arms tightly against the sides of her breasts, lifting them and offering them to be covered in his spunk.

  Whack!

  Deborah’s ears filled with the slashing sound of the cane as it came down across Chrissie’s buttocks.

  I said make him come bitch! Make him come!

  Whack!

  The cane came down again and Deborah flinched with the noise it made and the picture she had in her mind of the cutting stripes it laid across Chrissie’s taut buttocks.

  She opened her mouth and lifted it towards the end of the man’s cock.

  In here! In here! she shouted frantically. Stick it in here!

  He moved higher across her chest, dropping the full weight of his heavy balls across her breasts and offered the tip of his cock to her open mouth.

  Yes, stick it in. Stick it in my mouth. Let me suck it! Let me suck it!

  Deborah licked her tongue out at it, poking the tip into the dilating hole at its end and lapping at it hungrily.

  Stick your cock in my mouth. Wank it over my tongue and let me suck your spunk down my throat.

  The man pulled his hand along the length of his cock and she felt a dribble of spunk then he held the throbbing shaft tightly and his spunk shot from the end of his cock and splashed stickily across her stretched-out tongue.

  She wrapped her mouth around the end and sucked frantically, drawing the creamy liquid out and swallowing it as fast as she could get it. Then she heard another lacerating blow from the cane.

  Whack!

  She raised herself higher as she heard Chrissie screeching and she pulled the end of the still pulsating cock as far back into her throat as she could. She blubbered and choked as the spunk filled her mouth and she delved her fingers deeply into her cunt as she felt the heat inside increasing and the wetness from it flowing across her hands.

  Whack!

  She heard another blow and reared up until the end of the throbbing cock closed her gulping throat. Her head was spinning and her ears were drumming but she could hear Saab screaming at her.

  More bitch! More!

  Deborah pulled her head away from the man’s cock and pushed him off. He fell to one side and she sat up on her elbows and opened her legs as wide as she could.

  Another! Give me another!

  Another man straddled her and, as he held out his cock above her face, for a moment, she saw the flash of a red robe and thought it was Jabari. Perhaps he had escaped from Theron’s clutches and had come to save her? She looked up at him, thinking that he would smile down at her and whisper that she was safe but she saw it was not him and, without a second thought, lurched forward and took the cock into her spunk-smeared mouth. She sucked frantically, running her lips along its throbbing shaft and licking at the pulsating veins that beat along its length. She felt it filling and swelling and drove herself onto it and gulped at it as it finished.

  Her mouth filled with spunk and she dribbled it down her chin as she fought to swallow. Then she heard the cane again and, as its noise filled her with desperation, she pulled back and shouted for more.

  Another cock was driven into her mouth, then another as each man took his turn and filled her mouth with hot spunk. She kept screaming for more and each time she heard Saab bring down the whip on Chrissie’s buttocks she was filled with a frantic anxiety for more. Her cunt ached and she held her legs wide and shouted for them to fill it.

  Stick your cocks in here. I want fucking as well!

  She heard the cane again as she took two massive cocks into her mouth and one inside her burning cunt. She raised herself up against them, tightening herself around them and squeezing them tight until they swamped her with gushes of creamy spunk but still she was not satisfied.

  The sound of the whacking cane and the scent of the spunk in her mouth was driving her into a frenzy. She wanted the cane as well. She wanted to be fucked and wanked over but she wanted to be beaten and thrashed. Her cunt was hot and overflowing with spunk and she could feel the pressure of her orgasm building up in her veins, but she knew she could not finish until she felt the cuts of the cane across her body.

  A huge spurt of spunk was emptied across her neck and breasts as she turned on her side and clawed her way across the dusty ground towards the sound of the whacking cane.

  Whack!

  She could hardly see through her bleary eyes but she kept moving forward, drawn to the cracking sound of the cane as it cut into Chrissie’s flesh.

  Whack!

  Deborah pulled herself across the ground as two men chased her. They grabbed her ankles and started wanking over her back but still she clawed her way forward in the dirt.

  Whack!

  She reached out and clutched hold of Saab’s ankle as Saab brought the cane down across Chrissie’s buttocks with another sickening blow.

  Whack!

  Deborah reached up Saab’s calf and hung onto her leg desperately as Saab wielded the cane again.

  Please, I need it. Please beat me. Please, I need beating ...

  Whack!

  The cane fell across Chrissie’s back but this time she did not yell out. Deborah sensed Chrissie’s hopelessness and clung to Saab’s leg as she begged to take her place.

  Please, give it to me, please ...

  Saab looked down at her and sneered.

  Bend over bitch!

  Deborah got onto her knees and knelt before Saab. Her heart raced and the veins in her neck pounded as she heard the cane swishing back behind Saab’s shoulder. She tensed herself and felt the heat of her orgasm streaming through her hips as she squeezed her thighs together and tensed herself.

  Whack!

  The cane came down across her buttocks and her orgasm was released. It flooded through her, drowning her in pleasure as she dropped forward in a sudden, convulsive spasm of ecstasy.

  Whack!

  The cane came down again and her orgasm ran like a massive tide. Her head spun and she reared back like a whipped horse then fell forward again, shuddering and shaking as the fit set her body jerking and shaking in a delirium of joy.

  Even though Saab kept bringing the cane down across her buttocks and back, Deborah did not feel the blows. She felt herself pulled around the dirty ground and she felt cocks pushing themselves into her cunt and anus and she sucked the ones that were forced into her mouth.

  Clouds of dust billowed around her as they dragged her from one side of the square to the other and she felt the heat of the men’s bodies as they caned her and drove her on her hands and knees from one to the next. and when she was lashed with a rope she lay on her back and opened her legs so that she could take it fully across her swollen cunt.

  She did not see Chrissie cut down from her bonds and she did not hear Saab’s last orders as she instructed the men to stretch out Deborah’s arms and tie her up under an archway so that anyone that chose to could fuck her or wank over her.

  Deborah hung hopelessly on the tight ropes with spunk dribbling from her mouth and cunt. It ran over her chin, trickled across her breasts and dripped down the insides of her thighs. A man came to her in the darkness and licked her cunt then, later, another stood behind her and fucked her in the anus, filling it with his spunk as his cock swelled and throbbed against her dilated anal ring.

  As it got darker, she felt cold and began to shiver but as her limbs trembled she realised that she was also shivering with fear. It was as though she had suddenly realised how degraded she
had become, how eager for humiliation and how desperate to be made to feel so dirty and shamed. She felt like a used slut. She could hear herself begging for more punishment, pleading for cocks to fill her mouth and cunt and she shook all over in disbelief at what she had come to. Yet, as she shivered and felt the spunk dribbling from her anus, she also felt the thrilling heat of excitement burning into her hips and again swelling the sore edges of her distended, dripping cunt.

  Suddenly, she felt hands on her shoulders and opened her eyes wide. It was Gross! He cocked his head from side to side and pawed at her arms and breasts then he jumped back and pushed his hands under his armpits.

  No, Gross must not touch again.

  Deborah’s closed her gaping mouth and tasted spunk on her tongue.

  Please, Gross, please take me back to the cage.

  He reached forward nervously and undid the ropes at her wrists. She fell forward and he caught her in his arms. She felt his heart pounding and clutched onto him tightly. He pushed her back and untied her ankles then lifted her up in his arms and carried her back through the dark passageway and into the huge hall. He let the cage down on its heavy chain, opened the door and laid her on the floor.

  Her head spun as she lay against the hard bars then she thought of being beaten and straight away felt her heart quicken. She thought of Saab’s cane lashing across her buttocks and she felt the heat building in her cunt. She imagined again the flailing ends of the rope tangling around her hips and burning her skin and she felt the pressure of her engorging labia as they swelled around the entrance to her vagina. She pictured her back covered in red stripes from the sharp whip and her stomach surged with a wave of excitement and she knew she could not hold it back. Her need for pain had taken her over. She did not want anything unless it was accompanied by the delights of pain and humiliation. She wanted beating, she wanted fucking and she wanted humiliating and she also wanted the unfathomable pleasure of knowing that her suffering would never stop.

  Gross reached into the cage and laid his hand across her breast. He took her nipple between his splayed-out fingers and tightened then around it.

  Little slave want Gross to squeeze?

  Yes, as hard as you can. And please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.

  Chapter 15

  For the next few days Deborah was left locked in the cage. Once she was brought food and once the veiled women came and took her away for washing. She woke up one night and thought she heard Gross creeping through the hall towards her but when she peered into the darkness she could only see a young boy carrying a silver tray.

  She slept fitfully, sometimes dreaming of being free, sometimes of being in the limousine with Chrissie and sometimes of being punished as she begged for more. Once she woke up covered in sweat and shivering with fear but she plunged her hands between her legs and thought of ways that Theron could order her to be punished and she fell back to sleep.

  The idea of escape now seemed impossible and she felt resigned to her captivity. The idea filled her with fear, yet, at the same time, when she thought about it, her heart quickened and images of the suffering she might be subjected to caused her labia to moisten and swell. One night she thought of Gross pinching her nipples and squeezing her labia between his fingers and she wrapped her legs around one of the iron bars and pulled herself up and down it until she finished. Later that night she dreamed of Theron escorting her through the market and selecting silver trinkets for her to try on and when she opened her eyes she saw him standing below the cage as it swung slowly on its heavy chain.

  Hello, little slave. I have missed you. What have you been doing? Nothing bad I hope? He walked over to the ornate chair and slumped down with his hands on the carved arms. Let the cage down! Let me see my little slave.

  The cage dropped to the floor and some of the men opened the heavy door. Deborah clung to the bars too frightened to move. She did not want to leave the safety of the cage and, when they reached in and tried to pull her out, she curled up to stop them grabbing hold of her. The men prodded her with canes and the tips dug into her skin but still she clung on, locking her fists around the hard bars and tightening her elbows against her chest. One of them grabbed her and pulled at her and when another brought his cane down across the side of her legs, she lost her grip and they dragged her out.

  Theron got up from the huge chair.

  Come, my little slave, don’t be frightened, he said as he patted her head. Now, on your hands and knees and follow me. Here, let me clip your collar around your neck so that I can lead you.

  She felt tired and confused but his orders excited her and she raised her head and extended her neck for the collar. He pulled it softly around her throat then yanked it tightly against the buckle. She could think about nothing else but serving him. It was as if that was her only purpose in life and she welcomed the secure feel of the collar around her neck and the protection that her controlling master afforded her. As he turned and walked before her, the hem of his blue and silver robe skimmed across the marble tiled floor and she was mesmerized by the colourful swirling of the fine cloth. She crawled behind him as the leather leash dangled loosely from his hand and hung in a loop beneath her neck. There was no need to pull her, her only desire was to follow.

  He led her into the market place and walked slowly from stall to stall looking absently at pieces of jewellery and small, decorated pots. Deborah crawled at his heels, following him when he moved on and waiting obediently when he stopped. She watched for him to start walking and moved straight away so that he did not have to pull on her lead. She measured her pace to fit his and hoped he was pleased with her obedience.

  As she crawled, naked and exposed between the crowds of people, she felt ripples of excitement running through her. She lifted her bottom high so that any men who wanted to could stare between her buttocks and see her anus and cunt. She knew that, in the end, she would want Theron to punish her, but the thrill of being led about so publicly was enough to satisfy her for the moment. Even if her master decided not to punish her for a long time she knew that Gross would come and service her with the pain she needed to stem her frustration at not being with her master.

  Theron talked to a man at one of the stalls and the man pointed at Deborah and laughed. Deborah felt another thrill of excitement at being humiliated by their mocking and lifted her bottom higher. The man laughed again and when he asked Theron something Theron nodded.

  Suck him little slave. Suck him because I tell you.

  Deborah did not hesitate. She reached up her still shackled wrists and ran her hands up the inside of the man’s robe. She held his heavy balls in her hands and squeezed them lightly then reached up to the base of his thick, flaccid cock. She lifted it and felt it weight before encircling it with her fingers and drawing the loose skin forward along its length. She held it against her lips then placed her mouth around its end and sucked at the folded skin of his foreskin. She felt his cock thickening and lengthening and, as she ran her tongue around the soft folds of skin at its end, she felt his swelling glans emerging from its fleshy cover. She pressed her fingers down to the base of his shaft and, as it grew harder, she licked the throbbing glans as it engorged and filled her mouth.

  Suddenly she felt a snatch on her leash and her mouth was pulled away. She held onto the cock in her hands but Theron snatched the leash again and dragged her back to his side. She felt guilty for making him pull her lead a second time and she pressed herself against the side of his leg to show him that she was sorry for resisting him. The man nodded to Theron and they both laughed then Theron flicked lightly at Deborah’s lead and led her to another stall.

  She could still taste the musky scent of the man’s cock in her mouth as she crawled forward obediently with the leash hanging loosely from her neck. A sudden wave of excitement passed through her stomach as she realised that she was not being dragged or forc
ed to crawl but that she was crawling because the only thing she could think of was pleasing her master. She hoped he would ask her to suck another cock or get someone to wank into her mouth and splash spunk across her tongue. She raised her head and dropped her jaw, showing him her tongue and how she wanted it washed down with spunk but he took no notice of her. She looked up at him appealingly, poking her tongue out as far as she could and his ignnoring her filled her with more excitement as she felt completely humiliated and worthless.

  He walked over to some heavy doors in a large wall, motioned for someone to open them and, as they swung open, he walked inside. She crouched on all-fours and watched him disappear into the darkness of the building. She sensed her nipples hardening as she realised that even though he was not there to hold her lead she was still obeying him. She would wait there as long as he wanted or, even if he had forgotten about her, she would wait for as long as it took for him to think of her again. Even if he forgot about her and never returned she would still wait and still be thrilled by being his slave.

  He re-appeared and beckoned her with his finger. She crawled forward, her knees covered in dust and her hair hanging down over her face as men gathered around her and taunted her.

  Come little slave. I would like you to see my other little friends.

  It was dark inside and, to start with, Deborah could hardly see anything. As her eyes slowly became used to the light, she saw that they were in a huge, low roofed and heavy-beamed building. She looked around anxiously. Dozens of women were chained and tied or hung up around its edges. She drew back in fear but he pulled her forward as he walked down the middle of the rows of women.

  Ah, my little friends. My dear little friends.

 

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