Chapter 9

 

It was dark as the three women trudged through the heavy wooden gates of a walled, desert town. A crowd of men circled around them, unyoked them from the chain that bound them to the rider’s horse and dragged them down into a dark cell.

The next day they were brought food and later they were made to wash in bowls of water that some young women carried in on their heads. A small slit in the rock walls of their dungeon allowed in some light during the day and, when Deborah climbed up to it, she saw crowds of people milling around the stalls of a market place. The place was ablaze with colour and packed with the goods of tradesmen hung up on wooden racks or strewn in piles on the ground. Men shouted and bargained over rolls of cloth or baskets of fruit and they huddled together in groups and passed notes and coins between their dark, grasping hands. The whole area was encircled by a high wall and at the one end an entrance arch spanned across thick, sandstone pillars. The ground was all red sand and, as the men walked about in their sandalled feet, it was thrown up in clouds which hung in the hot air and covered the whole market with a haze of ochre dust.

During the night they huddled together to try and keep warm. As they slept, wrapped in each others’ arms, the heavy door crashed open and three robed men came in and dragged Chrissie away. Deborah pleaded with them to leave her, she could not bear the idea of being parted from her friend again, but one of the men kicked her in the side and she could only cry out hopelessly as Chrissie was pushed screaming through the door. The next morning, the same men returned, threw some bowls of water over Asia, tied a long leather leash around her neck and hauled her out on her knees.

Deborah was left alone until some veiled women brought some food. She asked them where she was and what was going to happen to her but they did not understand her or were too fearful to reply. They left without saying anything and Deborah picked at the food disconsolately, unable to eat properly because her stomach was so cramped with fear. When she slept she dreamed of the safety of the cage and when she woke up she felt exposed and frightened without the security of its surrounding bars.

The next morning she rolled over and saw the figure of a woman standing against the light from the small window. It was Saab. A long red dress with a slit up each side hung loosely from her square shoulders. Her hand was clutched in a fist around the thick end of a short cane the other end of which she flexed under her armpit. Two young boys stood at her side.

Come on bitch. It’s time to be presented formally to your master.

Where am I? What’s going to happen to me? What have they done with Chrissie? Why am I being -

Silence bitch, or you will feel this across your buttocks.

Saab twisted her wrist and bent the cane beneath her arm threateningly as Deborah struggled to her feet.

Keep your head bowed bitch and follow me.

Deborah hung her head and, when Saab spun around on her black, high-heeled shoes and marched towards the door, Deborah followed obediently with the two boys behind.

They walked through several dark courtyards until they arrived at two huge polished, wooden doors. The young boys scuttled forward and strained to push them apart. Slowly, they swung back and revealed a long, marble floored room with massive polished pillars ranged along its sides. Between the pillars were heavy doors, some embossed with gold or silver and some covered in bright paintings or glittering gems. In the centre, suspended from a heavy iron chain, hung the cage. At the far end was an enormous, ornate chair with colourful drapes of cloth hanging above it. A figure in a blue and silver robe lounged back with his hands on the silver gilded arms of the chair. Half naked women sat at his feet and several young boys, holding silver serving plates on their laps, knelt on a step below the chair.

Saab pulled the tip of her cane from underneath her arm and prodded Deborah in the side.

Crawl bitch! Crawl and be presented to your master.

Deborah dropped down onto all-fours but, as she began to move forward, Saab brought the short cane down viciously across her upturned buttocks.

Thwack!

Deborah shrieked in pain as the cane cut a thin red stripe across her taut skin.

I said crawl bitch! On your belly!

Saab slashed the cane down again

Thwack!

The piercing swipe sent a burning pain deep into her body and she fell forward onto the shiny, marble floor.

I said on your belly bitch!

Thwack!

The cane cut across her buttocks again and she tensed and pressed the front of her hips against the floor, gasping for breath as she waited for the throbbing burn on her skin to subside.

Now crawl bitch!

Deborah kept her body flat against the shiny floor and started pulling herself forward. The coolness of the marble tiles spread across her squashed breasts and her hard nipples tingled as she squirmed forward. Saab walked slowly beside her, her high heels clicking on the floor as her thighs stretched out from the slits in her red dress.

Deborah tried to look up as she crawled beneath the shadow of the hanging cage but Saab noticed her and whacked her again with the cane.

Thwack!

Her buttocks stung as the sharp edge bit into her and she felt the front of her shaved slit pulling against the smooth floor as she struggled to follow Saab’s orders.

Saab drove her forward, slashing at her with the cane if she slowed too much or tried to look up until finally, she lay with her stretched-out fingertips touching the edge of the step below the massive chair.

Theron stood up and the women at his side shrank back as if afraid.

So, finally, the last of our latest purchase is here.

Lord Theron, this is the bitch called Deborah.

Deborah tried to look up but Saab pressed the heel of her shoe against the back of her head and all she could see was the edge of the shiny, marble step.

Well Deborah, you have been very expensive for me. He came closer to her until she saw his bare feet in front of her face. And you have caused such trouble for poor Gross. He is to be punished of course, and you must watch, after all it is because of you that he is to suffer.

He prodded his toes beneath her chin and lifted it slightly. Spit was smeared across her mouth and cheeks and she felt filthy and ashamed.

Hello little slave, he said mockingly. You do look miserable. I hope you are not sad to be with us. Of course not, how could you be!

She looked up through bleary eyes and saw his white teeth flashing as he grinned. His full lips were pink against his dark, swarthy face and his long black hair fell loosely onto his muscular shoulders. He brushed his hair back with his large hands and turned sideways, staring upwards and showing her his sharp profile. His chin was square and his nose narrow and pointed and his features blended together into a strikingly handsome face. He was tall and slim and black hairs covered the upper part of his chest where it was exposed by the open neck of his robe. When he turned back and stared at her closely with his dark eyes she felt his menacing power and had to turn away.

He laughed and went back to the huge chair, standing in front of it and arranging his robe before sitting slowly and resting his hands on the silver embossed arms. The women on each side pulled up close to him and one draped her head onto his lap. He stroked her hair unthinkingly and poked his finger into her mouth. She sucked at it eagerly, pulling her mouth down onto it and drawing it in to the knuckle as she stared up at him hoping for his approval.

Suddenly, he jumped up and pushed her aside.

Oh, I quite forgot. Gross is waiting for us. Boys! Boys! Several of the young boys leapt up and clamoured around him. Bring poor Deborah. I think we can let her stand, but lead her properly, we don’t want her getting away again do we? No, that would never do.

Saab eased her heel from the back of Deborah’s head and kicked her in the side of the chest.

Get up bitch, but keep looking at the floor.

Deborah struggled to her feet as the boys surrounded her. They poked their fingers at her, prodding her legs and buttocks and feeling her breasts. One of them pulled on the chain between the shackles on her wrists and another prised her knees apart and looked up at her cunt.

Theron pointed at them all one by one, as if counting them, then placed his hands on two of the boys’ heads.

You two, Kahlil and Ahmad, you may bring her, fetch your leads.

They rushed behind a curtain and when they came back each was clutching a coiled cord with something shiny and metal fixed to the end.

Theron brushed the other boys aside and they scuttled away and sat on the step beneath the chair.

Now, let my little servants clip our new slave into her traces.

Kahlil and Ahmad reached up towards Deborah and held out shiny, metal clasps attached to the cords. They pressed the backs of the clasps and they opened, revealing sharply serrated edges, like small metal teeth. Kahlil thrust the clasp at Deborah’s nipple and she drew back in fear.

Theron put his hand on her shoulder.

Now, little slave, that’s not very good behaviour is it? I told you to stand up but, as far as I remember, I did not tell you to do anything else. Did I tell her to do anything else Saab? Saab shook her head. Oh dear, this is so annoying. Saab, show her that I mean what I say.

Saab nodded and brought her cane down across Deborah’s buttocks.

Thwack!

Deborah twisted sideways but, before she could catch her breath, another swipe of the cane came down.

Thwack!

She thrust her hips forward to try and ease the burning pain but, as she moved, Saab wound her elbow around Deborah’s neck and bent her forward, leaning her across her outstretched knee and flailing her repeatedly.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Theron bent his head and looked up into Deborah’s pain-racked face.

Perhaps that is enough. Yes, I think she will do as she is told now.

Saab released her and she stood as still as she could as the throbbing pain from the cane continued to penetrate her and course through her burning flesh.

Now, little slave, stand still and the boys can fit your traces.

Kahlil reached forward again, holding the clasp open and placing the serrated teeth around her hard, extended nipple. She looked down in fear as he released it and it clamped tightly around her.

The sharp teeth sank into her flesh and she shrieked in pain. Her eyes widened as the metal clamp kept tightening under the pressure of its spring and she folded forward to try and ease the piercing pain.

Please, please let me go, please -

Did I say speak? I don’t think so. Oh dear, Saab, I think our little slave needs some more help to make her obedient.

No, please, no -

Thwack!

Again the cane lashed down across her buttocks and the stinging pain surged through her body and mingled with the searing burn that penetrated her breasts and surged through her throbbing veins.

Thwack!

She gulped breathlessly as her whole body filled with an agonizing fire and she tensed herself, trying to stand upright and show that she was obedient in the hope that Theron would order Saab to stop.

He bent his face to hers and smiled.

Fix her other trace, I am getting impatient.

Ahmad offered the open clamp to her other nipple and let it go. It snapped shut around her dark flesh and she shrieked again but this time she did not move. The veins in her neck throbbed and her head spun dizzily as she held her body taut, absorbing the pain from the serrated clasps and letting it run through her as it set her nerves on fire and overwhelmed her with anguish.

The boys took up the other ends of the uncoiled cords and stretched them tight. The clamps pulled against her nipples and stretched them out, lifting her firm breasts and sending shock waves of pain deep into her chest. The boys flicked the cords and pulled her forward. Her eyes widened with fear but she moved at their command, allowing them to lead her forward like a captured, suffering animal.

The other boys ran to one of the doors that were between the tall pillars and pushed at it with all their strength until slowly it opened. They dashed through it, laughing and poking each other as they disappeared into the darkness that lay behind it. Deborah was led through the entrance and told to stop once they were inside.

In the middle of the room was a deep pool with a pillar at its centre. Gross was bound to it by heavy chains. His clothes had been stripped from him and, as Deborah was led further in, she saw how his naked, muscular body strained in panic against his unforgiving bonds. Chrissie knelt in front of him, his huge, flaccid cock lying limply against her open mouth. Water splashed in over the sides of the pool, washing around Chrissie’s thighs and pulling heavily at the flimsy dress that hung in tatters from her shoulders. Her blackened eyes stared emptily ahead and she did not seem to notice Deborah.

Theron jumped into the pool and water splashed around the bottom of his blue and silver robe.

Well, here is Gross, and still looking very sad I must say. Poor Gross. Perhaps this will cheer you up. Look, it’s your little charge. Yes, here’s the reason for your punishment. Oh, poor, poor Gross, you were so bad for letting her go. It has cost me a lot to get her back you know, and I don’t even know yet whether she’s worth it.

He reached down and held Gross’s heavy, black cock in his hand.

Oh my dear little Chrissie, you’ve not been very successful with poor Gross. But look, your little friend Deborah has come to watch, perhaps that will encourage you. I do hope so. This is your last chance to show if you can be like a man. And if you can’t, well, I think I will have to get rid of you, permanently.

He prised Chrissie’s lips open with his fingers and placed Gross’s weighty glans into her mouth, then he climbed out of the pool, folded his hand into the crook of Saab’s arm, and sauntered over to Deborah.

Spit dribbled from the corners of her mouth as she stood, afraid to move, with the painful clamps biting into her stretched-out nipples.

Kahlil! Ahmad! Take our little slave nearer so that she can get a good view!

The boys ran each side of the pool, tugging at the cords that led to the clamps on Deborah’s nipples. She staggered forward, crying out with the pain as they drew her forward into the pool. She stumbled down the side and stood with the water lapping around her calves then they pulled her forward again, stretching the cords each side of the pillar in the centre of the pool, until she was in front of Gross.

He looked at her and struggled against the chains that bound him to the pillar.

Gross must not touch. Saab is very angry if Gross touches.

He pulled at his chains frantically but they held him fast. Chrissie reached up and took his huge cock in her hands and massaged her fingers along its length. She sucked at it and pulled its flaccid shaft deeply into her mouth as the rising water splashed around her hips.

Theron laughed loudly.

Poor Gross. How sad. He shouted down to Deborah. Oh I do hope your little friend can get him excited. You see I will not let him go until his cock is hard and spurts with spunk. Poor, poor Gross.

Chrissie sucked Gross’s cock hard and pulled her fingers along it desperately. She held his balls in the cups of her hands and lifted them and squeezed them and pulled the flesh that enclosed them but he struggled against her and threw his head from side to side in panic.

Gross must not touch the girls. Saab would be very angry with Gross.

Theron held onto Saab’s arm and walked around the pool.

My dear Saab you have been too severe with poor Gross. He cannot think of anything but you. Oh dear, it looks as though he will be going for a long swim soon.

Deborah dropped her shoulders to try and ease the pain in her nipples as the water lapped above her knees. She looked at Chrissie’s anguished face and saw her hopeless desperation. She stepped forward and the boys took up the slack of the cords but Theron shouted angrily.

I did not tell you to move bitch! Stay where you are! He pressed his fingers to his lips in thought. Ah, I see, perhaps you want to take your little friend’s place. Of course, how silly of me. How inconsiderate I am. Boys! Drag the bitch out! She has failed and will have to be punished.

Several of the boys jumped down into the pool and dragged Chrissie away from Gross. She struggled against them, reaching out for Gross’s cock and splashing frantically in the rising water. Finally, they got her to the side and Saab started caning her. She managed to crawl away and cowered against a wall with her arms folded across her breasts but Saab did not stop the thrashing until Chrissie went quiet and stayed still.

Kahlil and Ahmad pulled on the cords and drew Deborah forward until she was almost touching Gross.

He was seized with panic.

Gross must not touch! Must not touch! Saab will be angry! Saab will be angry with Gross!

He screamed frantically as Deborah reached down and took hold of his cock. It was hot and, as she lifted it, she felt its full weight. She took hold of the loose skin that folded closely around the heavy glans and pulled at it. It came forward and she squeezed it tightly between her fingers.

Without letting go of his cock, she edged closer to him and pressed her hips against his heavy chains. As she squirmed the front of her slit against the iron links of the chain, she bent forward and placed her face against his ear.

Gross, you must let me, you must ...

She remembered how kind he had been to her, feeding her in the boat and trying to save her from the men who took her from the lorry, and now she knew she had to save him from the Theron’s threatened punishment. She pressed her mouth against the side of his neck and felt his blood pounding in his veins as he tried to squirm away in fear.

She shrieked as the cords were pulled hard and she was drawn up tightly against him. As he struggled to keep himself away, his chains dug into her hips and pressed her slit open at the front.

Gross, let me, you must ...

Another yank on the cords and this time, because she was already tightly against Gross and she could not move any further forward, the serrated clips pulled tightly on her already stretched-out flesh. The pain in her nipples was too much to bear and she shrieked wildly and let go of his cock as she tried to reach up to her agonized nipples. She grabbed hold of one of them and tried to force the biting clasp apart but it was impossible. The spring that held it was too strong for her and even though she pressed as hard as she could it would not release.

A sudden wave of panic flooded through her. She could not get free and now the water was splashing at the tops of her thighs and lapping against the soft flesh of her shaven crack. Desperately, she squeezed his cock and ran her hands down to his balls. They hung heavily and she cupped their weight and squeezed them as she looked into his face. His eyes were wide with terror and spit ran freely from the sides of his full-lipped mouth.

Gross, let me suck your cock, let me lick it and make it hard so that I can wank it and finish it.

He tossed his head wildly from side to side.

Gross must not touch! Gross must not touch!

She pressed herself harder against his chains and felt the sweating heat of his body.

Gross, you must let me, it’s your only chance.

She bent down and held his cock to her mouth. The clasps pulled at her nipples, and she winced as she bent further, but she managed to get her lips against it. Water splashed around his balls as she took the soft tip into her mouth. She licked at the skin of his foreskin. It was fleshy and full and she closed her teeth around it and bit into it.

She felt his balls tighten in his scrotum as she bit him harder. She sucked the flesh of his foreskin then probed the tip of her tongue inside it and touched the open end of his broad glans. She pressed her tongue against it and pushed the pointed end into the tight hole. Again she felt his balls pull back into their fleshy sack so she probed further. She pulled her hand along his soft shaft and squeezed her fingers around the base of his wide-flanged glans. She opened her mouth to move it further down and water splashed in and she started choking.

She pulled herself up and breathed deeply then plunged her face back down and again wrapped her mouth tightly around his cock. She sucked as hard as she could and she squeezed his balls and ran her hand along the soft flesh but she could not make his cock hard. She pulled away and clasped herself to him.

Gross, you must let me. Tell me what you would like to do. Tell me what you would like to do to me.

She reached down and, when she held his cock, she felt it hardening. She squeezed it hard and felt the veins filling and throbbing along its surface.

Tell me Gross. What would you like to do to me? Would you like to fuck me?

His cock hardened even more and she felt the glans swelling inside her hand.

Would you like to put this inside me and fuck me?

She held onto it as it swelled and lengthened. She bent down to suck it but the water was now at her waist. She hesitated for a moment then, as she felt the pressure of the metal clasps on her nipples and the pulsating throb of his cock in her hand, she took a deep breath and drove her head beneath the surface.

She closed her mouth around his cock and sucked it hard. She felt it swelling and, as it lengthened, its broad tip forced against the back of her throat. She held her breath as long as she could but, in the end, she could hang on no longer and her ears started drumming and her head was spinning as she burst to the surface gasping and choking.

Still she held onto his cock. It was huge and throbbed massively in her hand. She clasped her fingers around it as hard as she could but she could not encircle it. She pulled along its length, feeling the throbbing veins against the palm of her hand then squeezing the engorged tip as it heated and swelled beneath her grasp.

She pressed her wet face against his ear again.

Gross, would you like to stick this in me? Would you like me to open my legs so that you can get it in? I can if you want, I can spread my legs as wide as you want. My cunt is shaved. It’s shaved especially for you. It’s all smooth around the edges. My labia, they’re so soft and smooth. They’re wet as well, not just with the water but with my juices. Yes, they’re wet with my juices, wet and slippery and ready for you to ride me. Gross, if you want, I’ll open my legs now and you can plunge it in.

She squeezed his cock hard and climbed up onto him. The heavy links of his chains bulged out around his muscles and she wrapped her legs high on his hips.

Stick it in Gross. I want your cock inside me. Right in. It’s so huge but I can take it. Yes, I can take it all. I want it deep. I want to feel it at the top of my cunt, as far as it will go. I want to drive myself onto it and I want to feel it exploding with spunk. Stick it in. Gross, stick it in.

She drew herself up higher and opened her legs as much as she could. She felt the smooth flesh of her shaved cunt opening and she felt the throbbing heat of his massive cock as it pressed against her distended labia.

Stick it in! Stick it in! I want you to ride me and fuck me until you come. I want you to plunge it deep into me and fuck me until I scream that I cannot take any more. Your cock is so huge, so massive, and I want to feel it all. I want to feel every throbbing vein against the wet flesh of my open cunt.

She dropped herself against the throbbing tip and its broad-flanged end spread her fleshy edges wide. It sank in and she raised herself slightly against its pressure then, as her vagina tightened around it, she dropped down and took it in.

The water flooded around her breasts and she clawed against his chains to try and thrust herself down on his cock even more but she kept slipping and falling away.

Fuck me Gross. Fuck me with that huge cock. Fuck me like I was an animal. I want your spunk inside me and I want to feel the veins on your cock expanding and throbbing inside me as you spurt it out.

She tried to drive herself down again but she lost her grip and fell backwards, smacking her hands out in the foaming water as it splashed over her face and into the her mouth.

Fuck me Gross! Fuck me!

Still with his cock inside her, and with her legs wrapped tightly against the chains that bound him, she thrashed about frantically. She shrieked in agony as the cords pulled tight, yanking at the clasps on her nipples and sending shooting pains through her outstretched body. Water splashed into her mouth and, unable to keep up the strain on her neck, her head went back and ducked beneath the water. The clasps bit into her nipples and she flailed her arms wildly to try and get upright but every time she came to the surface she gasped for breath only so that she could keep yelling to Gross.

Get it in me Gross. Stick it as far as you want. I want it all. Fuck me! Fuck me!

The boys holding the cords pulled at them and yanked her up out of the water. The tension on her nipples was unbearable but, as the pain burned deeply into her breasts, she felt herself screaming louder and wanting more.

Get your cock into me Gross. Get it deep and ram it home. Ram it right in so that the end swells and sticks tight. Fuck me! Jam it in as hard as you can and fuck me! Stuff it up into me and fuck me for the bitch I am!

Some of the other boys dived into the water and grabbed her by the arms. They pulled her upright and held her against Gross. Water splashed around her neck and she watched it foaming around Gross’s mouth as the boys forced her up and down his hard, throbbing cock.

Get it deep Gross! Get it deep!

She kept shouting to him as the cords pulled on her nipples and the pain in her breasts drove her into an uncontrollable frenzy.

Pull the cords! Pull the cords! I want more! More! More!

The boys pulled on the cords and her body burned in agony as she was lifted then thrust down onto the still swelling cock. It was so tight inside her that they could hardly force her up and down its length and, as it expanded even more and forced against her tightly-stretched cunt and she felt the pressure of the water around her neck, she shouted in a wild frenzy.

Fuck me down onto it! Stretch my cunt around it! Pull my nipples! Stretch them out! Drive my cunt down and ...

The rising water splashed around her face and she started choking as it flooded over her head. She ground her teeth together and held her breath as repeatedly she was plunged down by the boys onto Gross’s pulsating cock.

Her ears drummed as the bubbling water foamed around her but she held her breath until she felt the cock inside her swelling and filling her completely. She tightened her hips and squeezed herself around the throbbing veins of his huge shaft as it bulged and pulsated against her flesh. She raised herself enough to grab a breath as she felt a fiery heat running up the length of his cock then she screamed like an animal as a tremendous burst of spunk shot against the top of her tightly filled vagina.

It flooded her and she felt drowned by its huge, soaking bursts. She bit her lips and dropped herself back against the strain of the cords that held her nipples and she felt herself spinning dizzily as her body tensed in a muscle-seizing spasm. For a moment, she felt consumed by pain but, as the seizure gripped her fully, it also released her into a delirium of ecstasy. Everything went dark as she reared up for a last time against the biting clasps at her nipples and fell backwards into the gurgling water as she was consumed by a massive, heaving orgasm.

Deborah did not remember being dragged from the pool and only slowly came around as she was hauled along the marble floor. The boys pulled her by the hair into the pillared hall, dragging her beneath the steadily swinging cage before throwing her against the step below Theron’s massive chair.

She lay before him with her shackled arms outstretched, still gasping for breath and still twitching with the remnants of her orgasm. She pulled her legs up and felt Gross’s spunk running from her cunt and, as she reached her arms down to clasp her knees, she glanced them against her nipples and recoiled in pain as their ends ignited deep and fiery pains inside her.

Theron bent forward with his elbows on his knees. He smiled as one of the half-naked women at his side ran her hand inside his robe and started fondling him.

Well, you’re beginning to earn some of your high price already little slave. Take her and lock her in the cage!