He stopped and Deborah stopped as well when she felt the leash go slack and hang in a long curl down to the floor. A woman was bent face-forward over a trestle, her arms and legs pulled down tightly at its sides and her wrists and ankles secured by leather thongs to iron rings fixed to the floor. A naked man behind her was fucking her. He turned to Theron and drew his cock from the woman’s cunt. It stood out, thick and glistening with her moisture. He looked down at Deborah.
When will this beauty be available Theron?
Theron laughed and tugged on her lead.
A little while yet.
He bent down to Deborah and ran his fingers across her open lips. She knew he sensed her thoughts and parted her lips so that his fingers ran inside them.
Very well, he said, you may suck him.
She crawled to the man and took his weighty cock between her lips. She tasted the woman’s juices on his throbbing glans and ran her tongue along its underside as she pulled it in further. She felt the veins throbbing as she took it to the back of her throat and when she gulped onto it she felt it thickening and pulsating with the surge of his spunk.
Theron grabbed her hair and pulled her away. Spit dribbled from her mouth as she licked her tongue out towards the throbbing cock but when her master snatched her lead and walked on she followed him obediently.
She crawled past the ranks of women. One was pulled against the wall on chains and was being thrashed by a huge black man, another was hanging upside down by her ankles as a man licked her splayed-out cunt. Two women had their heads in barrels and were being fucked from behind. Theron stopped occasionally and looked at the women. If they saw him they dropped their heads as though they were too ashamed or too frightened to meet his gaze. A young woman was being driven forward on her knees by a man with a whip. She fell on the floor at Theron’s feet but he ignored her, dropped Deborah’s leash and walked to the other side of the huge room.
The woman turned her head to the side. It was Asia! She looked pale and drawn and spit ran amongst the caked mud that stuck to her anxious face. She gasped for breath as she stared into Deborah’s eyes.
Deborah glanced around quickly, worried in case Theron saw her, but he was too far away.
Asia, are you alright? Asia looked frightened and lifted her head slightly but did not speak. Asia, have you seen Chrissie? Is she here?
Asia’s eyes widened as slowly she opened her spit-smeared mouth.
Don’t talk to me. Please don’t.
Chrissie, have you seen her? I need to know she is safe.
Don’t trust the bitch. Don’t trust the bitch. You must not -
Suddenly, the man who had been driving Asia whacked her across the buttocks with his whip and she screamed out in pain. He whacked her again, then pulled her up onto her knees and drove her away from Deborah.
Theron came back and Deborah hung her head, Asia’s words still ringing in her ears and sending waves of confusion and anxiety through her stomach. He lifted the lead, led her to the far end of the room and stopped.
Look up my little slave.
She raised her head and saw the cage hanging from a heavy chain. It was empty and swung slowly in the dim light.
Theron laughed then led her back outside, handed her lead to one of the boys and strode back under the archway.
The boy yanked on her lead and pulled her back to the cage. She crawled inside and crouched against the bars as it was hauled back up on its heavy chain.
The next day she was pulled out again and taken away by the women to be washed. When they led her back into the long, marble pillared hall she was made to stand in front of Theron’s ornate chair.
Two figures stood in the shadows behind him. One stepped forward, it was Saab. The other hung behind a pillar but, when she stepped forward and brushed back her long, black hair, Deborah shrank back shocked.
Chrissie looked radiant. A long, black dress hung from her shoulders and her hair fell loosely in soft curls about her face. Her skin was smooth and her nails were painted with a shiny, red varnish. She smiled broadly at Deborah and her white teeth flashed between her full, sensual lips. She took Saab’s hand and walked lazily down the smooth, sparkling steps.
Chrissie had that same haughty look of confidence that Deborah had seen when they had met Gross in the alley. Deborah realised now why he had been so frightened of her. He had known that Chrissie was not Deborah’s friend. That was why he had tried to get Deborah away from her. She thought he had been frightened and confused but all the time he had been trying to save her. Her heart sank as she realised how she had not trusted him and that her lack of faith had surely sentenced him to more terrible punishment.
As Chrissie and Saab approached Deborah, Chrissie let go of Saab’s hand and dropped her long fingers loosely onto Saab’s shoulder. Saab patted them and they both giggled and pushed their heads together in friendship.
Chrissie stroked back her long, black hair and leant against Saab.
Deborah, what an entertainment you have been. Theron is so considerate to us. He always tries to fulfil our wishes. She laughed and kissed Saab fully on the lips. Saab reached up and wound her fingers into Chrissie’s hair as she drew her closer.
Deborah remembered the woman with Saab on the dockside: the same dark hair, the same embrace. Then her dream came flooding back into her confused mind. As she watched Chrissie pressing her full lips against Saab’s she remembered how she had dreamed of being with Chrissie in the back of the car. She recalled the warm feeling she had of their friendship and then the terrible realisation of treachery and the horror of being taunted as she had been flung out into the gutter. The image faded but, as Chrissie released Saab and they both turned back to Deborah, she felt the same anxiety in her stomach as she heard again the mocking laughter of her cruel tormentors.
Saab pointed at her.
Oh my dear Chrissie, I think she is surprised. What a stupid little bitch she is.
Deborah looked down ashamed and embarrassed as Chrissie broke away from Saab and turned back to Deborah.
We have both so much enjoyed watching you suffer and cry out and we have laughed at how you have unwittingly given me all the pleasure I have wanted. Yes, what a stupid bitch you are.
Deborah looked up meekly, hoping that it was not true.
Chrissie, what are you saying?
I’m saying you’re a stupid bitch. A really stupid bitch. Did you honestly think I was interested in you for any other reason than my own pleasure?
Chrissie, oh Chrissie, I thought -
Chrissie swung around to Theron. Oh, Theron! Darling master Theron. Please can we have another one? Please can we have a new one to play with?
Theron smiled as he walked around Deborah.
Of course my dear, but be patient, we have not finished with this one yet. But yes, when you have had enough of her we will send her to join the others and you can have a new one.
Chrissie laughed loudly and ran up to him delighted.
Oh Theron, you are so good to us. But I think I am bored with her now.
Deborah could hardly believe what was happening but, as Saab glanced across to her and smirked and, as Chrissie clutched her arm around Theron’s neck and kissed him on the cheek, she realised that she had been cruelly deceived. All her suffering had been just a game to them. Chrissie was not her friend but one of her tormentors. There was no escape for her now. The cage would be her only time to rest and she knew that her desire for punishment and humiliation would never allow her to stay inside it for too long. All that lay ahead of her was more pain and suffering.
Oh, don’t disappoint her my dear Chrissie. Give her some final lashes before you finish with her. It’s up to you how many of course, but make them count, I want to hear how much she enjoys them. Chrissie smirked and st
epped forward but Theron suddenly held her back. He bent his face to Deborah’s ear.
What a foolish little slave you have been. And how you treated poor Gross. What trouble you have got him into.
Deborah shuddered as he mentioned Gross’s name. She felt ashamed of how she had not trusted him. But he would come to her again. She knew that. He would come to her again when she was locked in her cage and then, she thought, she could still make it up to him no matter how much he had suffered on her behalf. At least she had Gross. Yes, faithful Gross, her secret lover, would seek her out and satisfy her.
And, my little slave, don’t expect to see your poor friend Gross again. No, poor Gross has been bad, of course you know that. Yes, very bad. How naughty you were to try and get him to help you escape. Of course I punished him for that, and he was sorry, but when I found out he had been visiting you. Oh dear, that was too much. It was very bad of you to lead him on like that. Poor Gross. No, I’m afraid he’s had to leave. Oh dear, does that make you sad? You think he will be back? No, I’m afraid not. No, this time poor Gross will never come back. Never.
Deborah’s heart sank and tears welled up into her eyes.
Saab laughed loudly as Chrissie lifted a short leather whip and held it above Deborah. Deborah felt giddy and confused and started shivering. Perhaps this was just a trick or a game? Of course, Theron must be forcing Chrissie to play this part before he punished her? She could not be so cruel. And he was lying about Gross. It could not be true that he would never come back. No, it was all a lie, a terrible lie ... But, as Deborah looked up at Chrissie appealingly, she could see straight away that it was no trick, no game, no lie.
I thought you were my friend, I thought -
Her bleating was silenced as the whip fell across her back and her words were replaced with the piercing screams of her exquisite agony as her mind filled with terrifying and delightful images of what lay ahead at the hands of her cruel tormentors.
As she screamed loudly, and Chrissie drew the whip back and flicked it in her hand before bringing it down again, Deborah was unaware of the commotion outside Theron’s stronghold. When the whip fell again and she screeched with renewed agony, she could not imagine that Jabari, free from Theron’s clutches and with his own band of greedy followers, was already outside the city gates determined to crush the empire of the avaricious Theron.
The End
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