Chapter 8

 

Deborah had been thrown into the tent with Asia and Chrissie and lashed to the post for the night. She had struggled to undo her bonds in the hope that she could get free, release Chrissie and Asia and that together they could escape. But the leather straps around her wrists were too tight and, in the end, she fell into an uncomfortable and troubled sleep.

She dreamed of being back in the office and going out to lunch with Chrissie. They felt such good friends, almost like sisters. She saw them getting dressed up for the evening and riding in the back of a black limousine. She pictured them squeezed up together in the deep, leather seat, laughing and giggling and touching up their lipstick as they gossiped about what they would be doing. She smelled Chrissie’s perfume and felt the thrill of her touch when she reached forward and wiped a mark from Deborah’s cheek. Suddenly, the dream turned into a nightmare as she saw Saab pushing her way into the back of the car. Chrissie greeted her and they kissed each other passionately then both of them pointed at Deborah and laughed at her mockingly. Deborah reeled back confused as they pushed her out of the car and drove away laughing leaving her lying in the litter-strewn gutter shivering from fear. She woke with her heart thumping and sweat running down her neck. She could not get to sleep for ages and when she did she dreamed the same dream again.

Deborah was woken by the young boy walking over the top of them. His bare feet dug into her side as he bent down and clipped a heavy, iron yoke around each of their necks.

When he untied their wrists from the post in the centre of the tent he ordered them to stand. They struggled to their feet but Chrissie fell sideways under the weight of the heavy halter. Deborah wrapped her arm around her waist and held her up as she moaned pitifully.

I can’t stand any more. I just can’t ...

For a moment, Deborah thought of telling her about the bracelet. She wanted to share her disappointment with her only friend but, as she looked into Chrissie’s sad, exhausted face, she realised that it would be too much for her.

The boy smacked Chrissie’s buttocks with a short cane. She screamed out and arched backwards as he started punching her and he did not stop until she stood up to his satisfaction.

The boy laced a chain between rings in their iron yokes then yanked on it gleefully and pulled them outside the tent. He hooked the end of the chain into a ring on a horse’s saddle then looked up at the rider obediently.

Are these all lord Theron’s purchases?

Oui. C’est tout.

The rider nodded to him then shook the reins of his horse and set off with the three chained women trailing behind.

The sun got higher as they plodded through the soft, hot sand. Deborah’s lips were parched and her tongue was dry and, as it got hotter, she started feeling dizzy and kept stumbling. They trudged on and the iron yoke around her neck got so hot it burned against her throat and shoulders.

Deborah watched Asia and Chrissie struggling to keep going and when Chrissie fell to the ground the rider did not stop and she was dragged across the hot sand until Deborah managed to help her back to her feet. A little later, she fell again and this time Deborah had not got the strength to help and it was only when the sand mounded up around Chrissie and the rider felt the resistance on the chain, that he stopped.

He jumped down from his horse and kicked at Chrissie but she was half covered in sand, completely exhausted and could not move. Asia and Deborah fell to their knees as he stood over her and held up his riding crop.

Up bitch! Up!

Chrissie’s head was half-buried in the sand and she choked as she tried to breathe.

Get up bitch!

Thwack!

He brought the thin riding crop down across her buttocks and she flinched and choked. Deborah fell forward onto her hands as he brought the crop down again.

Thwack!

Deborah watched the hard, leather crop biting across Chrissie’s taut skin and she gasped when she saw the thin, red stripe it left when he pulled it back.

Get up bitch!

Thwack!

The crop fell again, crossing the other red stripes and leaving another angry mark, but still Chrissie did not move. Deborah crawled forward slowly.

Thwack!

This time the crop cut across Chrissie’s back and she turned slightly but still she did not have the strength to get up.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

He laced her back with fierce blows and, as she rolled slowly onto her back, moaning and dribbling from her parched lips, he brought it down across her breasts.

Thwack! Thwack! thwack!

Spit bubbled from her mouth and she tried to cover herself with her hands but he kicked them aside and kept whipping her relentlessly.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Deborah clawed her way across the soft sand and reached out towards his feet. She grabbed his ankle and pulled at it as hard as she could. He looked down at her and kicked her away. She fell sideways and the yoke yanked against the chain and made her cry out.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The crop lashed Chrissie mercilessly and she rolled from side to side in hopeless agony. Sand stuck to her sweating body and was scored away in lines as the thrashing blows of the crop rained down.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Deborah grabbed his ankle again and this time, as he tried to shake her away, she clung on.

Get away bitch!

Please, please stop. She’s exhausted. Please stop beating her -

Get off bitch or you will get the same.

Deborah flinched as he threatened her with the crop but she did not let go.

Please stop, she can’t stand it any more -

You heard what I said bitch. Let go or you will take her place.

Deborah saw the anger on his face then looked across to Chrissie’s limp body. She could not bear to see her suffering like this.

I will take her place, she said faintly.

What did you say bitch?

She clung tightly to his ankle and looked up at him.

Punish me instead. Beat me, but leave her alone.

He dropped the crop to his side and smirked. Chrissie rolled onto her back and groaned in pain. She stared at Deborah and smiled weakly.

Boy! We will camp here. Unshackle them then bring this one to me.

Deborah stretched her arms as the heavy yoke was lifted from her shoulders. The boy released Chrissie and Asia and left both of them lying on the sand then grabbed hold of Deborah’s hair and dragged her across to the rider who was giving his horse a drink from a leather bucket. He turned around and grinned.

So, you want punishing do you? Deborah dropped her head. Did you hear me bitch? She looked up slightly and nodded. I did not hear you. Do you want punishing or should I continue with the other little bitch?

Yes, she said quietly. Yes.

You do not sound very sure bitch. Louder!

Deborah took a deep breath.

Yes, yes, I want punishing.

He threw down the leather bucket and the horse reared back and whinnied. Deborah looked down at the water as it seeped into the sand.

Thirsty eh bitch?

She nodded and stared as the sand turned dark and the water disappeared. He bent down and scooped some of the moist sand into his hand and offered it to her.

Here, eat this.

She parted her lips and he thrust the wet sand into her mouth, making her cough and choke before she spat it out.

He laughed loudly, opening his broad mouth wide and exposing a single gold tooth at the centre of his gleaming, white teeth. He pushed his cloak back onto his broad shoulders and threw his long, black hair back from his dark forehead.

Come here bitch. He pointed to the side of the horse and she walked over slowly. Stand against my horse.

She leaned back against the horse’s side and felt the wide, leather stirrup strap between her shoulder blades. The horse shied back and she stumbled.

Stand against it I said!

He reached a leather lanyard from the pommel and tied it to a ring at the back of the saddle. He pulled it across her mouth, forcing her to open it and take the strap between her teeth. He bent his face to hers and looked into her frightened eyes as he yanked it tighter. She choked and felt veins in her neck throbbing and her face reddening as he increased the tension. She did not dare resist him for the sake of Chrissie and she stood still as he stretched the leather strap forward and secured it to the heavily tooled, leather pommel.

Deborah gasped as she fought for breath. The strap dug into the sides of her mouth and she gulped deeply, unable to ease the tension. She widened her eyes and pressed her head back against the saddle just enough to get a breath. The horse stamped its hooves and moved again and, as she stumbled backwards, all her weight dropped onto the strap and she bit into it and she started gulping again.

Hold this bitch!

He yanked the metal stirrup up between her legs, pulling the wide stirrup strap tightly between her buttocks and drawing the metal stirrup against the soft flesh of her cunt.

Hold it bitch, if you do not want to fall.

Deborah bit into the strap in an effort to hold herself up and reached down and grabbed the metal stirrup.

Pull it bitch! Pull it up!

She grabbed it tightly and, in desperation, heaved it upwards. The wide strap cut between her buttocks but, as she pulled the metal stirrup up against her cunt, she was lifted onto her toes and some of her weight was taken off the strap across her mouth and she gasped in relief.

She clawed at the stirrup, struggling to hold herself up on the strap so that she could gulp in air. The horse moved again and, as she fell, she clung desperately to the stirrup, dragging the strap between her buttocks and holding herself off the tension of the strap between her teeth.

The man stood in front of her and grinned. He lifted his long robe and took his cock into his hand. It was hard and throbbing and, as he squeezed the shaft, she could see the heavy, pulsating glans swelling and beating. The veins stood out along its length and when he thrust his hand to its base it lengthened and throbbed and the pulsating glans enlarged even more. She felt the heat from it as he pressed it towards her and she struggled to keep a grip on the metal stirrup as he rubbed it against the back of her straining hand.

She heaved on the stirrup, lifting herself enough to relieve the tension. As she held it up tightly against her cunt, he pressed the tip of his massive cock through it and it was encircled by the tight-pulled metal stirrup. She gasped for air as she felt the intense heat of the throbbing tip against her squashed outer labia.

He pressed it further and she felt the engorged tip prising her fleshy edges apart then he thrust it in and she felt herself opening to take it as it drove in deeply. Her vagina tightened around it and she felt the pounding veins along its length as he tensed his buttocks and forced the swollen tip further.

She pulled on the stirrup to try and ease her weight from the strap in her mouth. He thrust his cock deeply, squeezing it through the metal stirrup. When he thrust it as far as he could its base filled the circle of metal and pressed onto her fingers so that she could barely hold onto it. The edges of the metal stirrup grabbed at her swollen labia and, as he thrust at her again and squashed her fingers against the metal ring, she felt herself losing her grip and she flushed with the heat of panic as she dug her teeth into the tight strap across her mouth.

She tightened her fingers and pulled on the stirrup. She managed to get a breath as he drove his cock in again and again she struggled to hold the stirrup as the thick shaft tightened inside the circle of metal. The horse whinnied and stamped its hooves and she pulled harder, desperate to keep her weight off the strap then suddenly she felt him grab her calves and yank her legs up high. She fell back onto the strap in her mouth and felt the tension in her chest as she heaved to get a breath. Her stomach filled with terror and she struggled to hold onto the metal stirrup but, as he drove his throbbing cock in deeper and heaved her legs onto his shoulders, she lost her grip completely and fell fully onto the leather strap, biting into it desperately as she felt herself slipping backwards against the sweating horse.

Panic-stricken, she heaved and gulped and smacked at him with her hands, clawing at his cloak and pulling at his wrist but he would not stop. He pushed his cock in again and she felt its tip swelling even more and when he drew it back the wide flanged edges of the throbbing glans pulled against her already stretched vagina. He forced it in again and she felt her arms going weaker as she stretched her hands down desperately towards the stirrup. He lifted her legs higher, holding her ankles above his head, then drove his cock in for a last time. She felt it swell and tighten against her vagina then she felt massive pulses of spunk spurting as far into her as he could drive them. He held his pulsating cock there until there was no more to come and, when he pulled it out and she felt the bubbling semen running down the insides of her thighs, she grabbed the stirrup again and with all her strength managed to pull it up enough to ease the tension of the strap.

She shivered and jerked as she hung there, gripping onto the stirrup and pulling it against her dilated, spunk-smeared cunt. The metal edges bit into her soft, wet flesh and she gasped for air whenever she could summon the strength to yank herself up enough on the strap to relieve the tension across her spit-smeared mouth.

Boy! Let her down.

She fell to the floor as the horse stamped its hooves around her and she gulped for breath, drawing it in frantically as it seared her burning throat.

The boy stood over her, staring between her widespread legs. The man bent down on one knee and she shrank back from him fearfully.

But you have had your pleasure before your punishment. Boy! Set some stakes in the ground! The bitch said she wanted punishing and we must not disappoint her.

The young boy ran off and pulled some long wooden stakes and a heavy mallet from the pannier bags of his mule.

Drive them in here!

The man pointed to the ground with his foot and the boy wielded the heavy mallet and drove the stake deep into the sand. The man showed him where to put the others and soon he had them all in the ground in a square.

Now bitch, you can have what you wanted. Crawl over here.

Deborah felt a wave of anxiety spread through her as she struggled up onto all-fours.

Crawl bitch and come for your punishment.

Slowly, she crawled towards him, straining to move her aching legs as semen dribbled between her labia. She stopped at his feet and hung her head.

On your back bitch! There!

He pointed to the centre of the square of pegs. She crawled over obediently and stopped.

On your back!

She lay down and rolled over onto her back.

Now, stretch out wide!

She stretched her shackled arms out as far as the chain would allow then opened her legs until her ankles nearly touched the stakes near her feet.

The boy took some leather thongs and tied her ankles tightly to the stakes. He pulled her wrists out until the chain was taut across her breasts then he wound some thongs around them and secured them to the other two stakes. She pulled at her wrists and ankles but it was impossible to move them and, as she squirmed her buttocks against the sand, she felt it sticking to the spunk that still dribbled from her splayed-wide cunt.

The man ordered the boy to fetch a bucket of water and when it came he dipped a coiled-up leather strap into it. He pulled it out and let it uncoil, holding it above Deborah as water dripped from it onto her breasts. He flicked it behind his shoulder and water splashed from its edges, throwing tiny droplets out in a spray.

Deborah tensed herself waiting for the blow. She tightened her thighs and, as she squeezed her buttocks together, she felt the warm dribble of spunk that bubbled from her cunt.

He flicked the wet strap again and, as it cracked in the sunlight, she saw a fine mist of rainbow colours in the harsh light of the sun.

Swish-smack!

He brought the wet strap down across the front of her hips. It lashed across her skin and a mist of water sprayed up from its cracking end.

Swish-smack!

Another heavy blow across her hips and this time the edges of the coiling strap cut across the front of her exposed crack. She winced as the pain dug into her and she tightened her legs and buttocks even more.

Swish-smack!

The strap fell across her breasts and she screamed in shock and pain.

Swish-smack!

Another shocking blow across her breasts as the edge of the strap caught her hard nipples and bit into them agonizingly.

Swish-smack!

She screamed and tugged against the unforgiving thongs around her wrists and ankles as the strap laced across her breasts again.

He dipped the strap into the bucket of water then flailed her with it mercilessly, beating her across the breasts then working it down to her hips.

Swish-smack! Swish-smack! Swish-smack!

He dipped it in the water again then levelled it at her exposed cunt. She saw it coming down and tensed herself but, when it hit, she was not prepared for the sudden, shocking pain. It cut across her swollen, wet labia penetrating her with a deep and startling pain. She screeched and pulled her wrists and ankles wildly against their bonds but the strap kept smacking down, each time harder and each time more painful.

Swish-smack! Swish-smack! Swish-smack!

She did not stop screaming in between the blows. She just kept howling and pleading and shouting frantically. She could not stand the pain, it was too much for her, and she felt herself becoming dizzy as the bright sunlight darkened before her misty eyes.

Swish-smack! Swish-smack! Swish-smack!

Now, she wanted it to stop while he fucked her again, then when his cock was deeply inside her cunt, and she was writhing on its swollen tip, he could start whipping her again and she would be able to finish. But the blows kept falling and the pain got worse and gradually she felt her muscles relaxing as she succumbed to the relentless punishment and the distress it brought.

After he had dipped the strap in the water several times and beaten her until she was silent, he threw the strap down and left her. She gasped noisily through her parched lips and lay, dazed and giddy and spread-eagled in the sand. She squirmed her buttocks together and squeezed at her swollen labia then she felt a hand caressing the inside of her leg.

She tensed as fingers ran along the inside of her knee and moved up slowly towards the splayed-out edges of her crack. She raised her neck slightly, expecting to see the man but instead she saw Chrissie’s tangled hair and her naked, bruised shoulders.

Deborah tried to speak but her voice was hoarse with screaming and her throat too dry.

Don’t speak, said Chrissie softly. Here, try and drink this.

She held out a large, skin water bottle with a broad, embossed silver spout. Deborah raised her head some more and opened her dry lips. Chrissie tipped the large water bottle and let some water dribble down into Deborah’s mouth. It ran down the back of her throat and made her choke then, still with it spilling from her lips, she took some more and managed to swallow it.

You did this for me. Are you alright?

Deborah nodded her head slowly as she took another sip from the dribbling water bottle.

Chrissie pulled herself up between Deborah’s outstretched legs. She smiled then dropped her face towards Deborah’s red-striped breasts. She licked her tongue out and ran its wet end around one of Deborah’s hard nipples. Deborah flinched as the warm tongue touched her but, as Chrissie lapped around the erect nipple, Deborah felt it soothing the soreness. Chrissie leant across to the other and licked that one as well.

Is that better?

Deborah nodded slowly as she licked water from her lips.

Yes, please don’t stop.

Chrissie licked both her nipples then took each one in turn into her mouth and sucked them. She pulled on them hard and, when she took one between her teeth and bit down onto it, Deborah felt a rush of heat flushing across her breasts.

Please, please don’t stop.

Chrissie moved her face down, keeping her tongue outstretched and letting its wet tip draw a moist line across Deborah’s navel and down to the front of her shaved crack. She lapped around its edges, probing her tongue around Deborah’s clitoris and making it throb and swell. She bit it gently then ran her tongue around the soft edges of her outer labia, lapping up the man’s spunk and leaving her spit in its place.

More, please, more.

Chrissie delved her tongue into Deborah’s open cunt, slipping the tip around its inside edges then probing it at the entrance to her vagina. Deborah lifted her hips and widened herself as much as she could and Chrissie pressed her face hard against the moist, semen-covered flesh. She licked at it and probed it and pushed the tip of her tongue deeply inside then ran it down and lapped around the tight muscle of Deborah’s anus.

Don’t stop, push it in.

Chrissie pressed her tongue out as far as she could and Deborah relaxed her buttocks to let it in. She felt a wave of heat in her hips as Chrissie’s tongue pushed through the muscular ring and she raised her hips higher as she penetrated her deeply.

I need more, more.

Chrissie drew the skin water bottle away from Deborah’s face and pulled it down the front of her stomach. It left a trail of water as it spilled out from the spout and Deborah felt it running into her open crack and down around her anus.

Yes, more, more.

Chrissie held the skin bottle between Deborah’s legs and pressed the embossed, silver spout around the edges of her cunt. Deborah felt the hardness of the spout and lifted herself towards it. Chrissie worked it around the soft edges, splaying them apart and watching them swell then she pressed the end of the spout against the pink centre and pushed it in.

Deborah gasped as the spout entered her. She felt it running in on the semen and spit that covered her flesh and, as it went in further, she felt the water dribbling from its tip and dousing her.

More, more.

Chrissie pushed it deeply, squashing the skin bag with her hands and forcing a spurt of water into Deborah’s cunt. Deborah’s eyes widened as the flood of water squirted up inside her. It was warm and the flow was so great, it was like a massive surge of semen.

More, more, give me more.

Chrissie squeezed the bag again and another flush of water spurted inside Deborah’s vagina. Deborah felt her limbs filling with heat. She wanted the water to flow inside her so much. She wanted Chrissie to squeeze the skin bag and flush her completely with its contents. She wanted to imagine she was being fucked by a cock with an unlimited supply of spunk. She could see it in her mind, flowing from its tip, surging inside her and impossible to stop.

More, give me more.

Chrissie squeezed the bag harder and forced the silver spout deeper and Deborah began tensing as her welling orgasm began rushing through her veins. She wanted to reach her arms around Chrissie and hold her by the throat and force her to empty the skin bag into her. She wanted to reach up and bite her neck as she splashed the water into her cunt, squeezing it out and spurting it into her without stopping. She opened her mouth to plead for more but, just as she tried to speak, she heard the sound of the cracking strap and Chrissie fell forward onto her with all her weight.

Swish-smack!

Get off her bitch! I have not finished with her yet!

Swish-smack!

The strap came down again across Chrissie’s back and she fell forward heavily, banging her head against Deborah’s and knocking the breath from her.

The man shouted angrily as he brought down the strap again.

Leave her you bitch!

Swish-smack!

Deborah felt the pressure of the blow through Chrissie’s body and she opened her thighs as much as she could so that the spout of the water bottle was forced even deeper.

Swish-smack!

Chrissie fell forward again, unable to release the water bag and unable to roll away. Deborah felt Chrissie’s ear by her lips and she grabbed it in her teeth and moaned into it.

More. More. Don’t stop. Keep it in. Please, please ...

Swish-smack!

Chrissie fell forward again and the spout of the water sack spurted water deeply into Deborah’s cunt. Deborah gasped as the breath was knocked from her again and she pulled herself around the deeply penetrating spout.

Swish-smack!

Chrissie screamed out loudly and, as she tensed her body against Deborah, Deborah felt the pain of the strap passing through her. As she heard the smack of the wet strap on Chrissie’s back and felt Chrissie’s tightening body against hers, she drew in the pain and it loosened the failing grip she held on her growing orgasm. At last, it was as though Deborah was taking the beating while she was being fucked and she screamed for more.

More! More!

Swish-smack! Swish-smack! Swish-smack!

The blows of the strap rained down and Chrissie screamed as every one landed on her back but she could not free her hands and the water bottle kept spurting into Deborah. Each burst felt like another surge of semen and each flushing wave brought Deborah’s orgasm nearer to the surface.

More! More! Beat her! Beat her!

Deborah twisted and turned against her restraints and forced herself down on the bottle as the strap flailed Chrissie mercilessly.

Swish-smack! Swish-smack! Swish-smack!

Deborah felt the surging heat of her orgasm driving through her hips. She raised them as high as she could and, as more blows fell on Chrissie’s back, she reared up and felt it explode.

Her head spun as it surged through her. Her veins pulsated with each blow of the strap and she jerked and shuddered with spasm after spasm as she felt the water bursting inside her. She drew in a massive breath of air, tightened her chest then, stretching out her fingers as wide as she could, she thrust her throbbing nipples against Chrissie’s screaming mouth and was overtaken by a massive, convulsive paroxysm.

Deborah lay stretched out in the sand and, as the cold night air crept across her body and stars filled the sky, she began to shiver uncontrollably. She felt frightened of her exposure and she stretched her fingers out and clutched them repeatedly in loose fists. She tried to imagine that she was clinging to the bars of the cage and that it would not be long before her master came and taunted her with a stick and forced her to do his bidding.

She strained her bound ankles against the stakes that held them and felt the water dribbling from her splayed-out cunt. She felt so thirsty and so desperate and she tugged against the thongs at her wrists, hopelessly imagining that she could release herself and bend down and slurp at the water that ran down her thighs. She imagined herself lapping at it and quenching her thirst then running her tongue closer to her swollen outer labia and licking at them, poking the tip of her tongue inside, seeking out the inner petals and encouraging them to engorge and open. She pictured herself licking her clitoris as if she were a dog. She saw herself sucking at it and biting it and pulling at it as she held it tightly between her clenched teeth, then she dropped back in frustrated despair and fell into a fitful, dreamless sleep.