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  CAGED!

  By

  Gerald Rochelle

  Publisher Information

  Published in 2011 by

  Cambridge House Publishing LLP

  Digital Edition Converted and Distributed in 2011 by

  Andrews UK Limited

  www.andrewsuk.com

  Copyright 2007

  This edition published2011

  The right of Gerald Rochelle to be identified as the author of this book has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyright and Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved.

  All characters and events depicted are entirely fictitious; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is entirely coincidental

  THIS IS FICTION. IN REAL LIFE ALWAYS PRACTISE SAFE SEX

  Chapter 1

  Deborah had only been working at Theron Exports, a company trading in phosphates from North Africa, for a fortnight and still she had not found very much to do. Arabs ran it and there were always strangely dressed and unusual looking people coming and going.

  There was only one other woman who worked there, Chrissie. Deborah had met her in a club when she had first come to London, alone after the death of her parents and with no other relatives to turn to, hoping to start a new life. It was Chrissie who had got her the job.

  Chrissie, like Deborah, was very attractive. They were both slightly built but Chrissie was a little taller than Deborah. Both had long, dark hair but Chrissie’s was an intense black and fell around her face in heavy tangles whereas Deborah’s was browner, straighter and was cut slightly shorter. Chrissie had a large mouth with full lips and, when she laughed, her white teeth flashed. When they went out together in the evenings they helped each other with their make up and sometimes Chrissie lent Deborah a skimpy dress that clung to her smooth skin when she danced. They joked about the dress being loose as Deborah’s breasts were smaller than Chrissies. Deborah liked Chrissie, she was the only friend she had, and she looked forward to seeing her each day in the office.

  Apart from her boss, Mr Kamil, Deborah had not got to know any of the other staff and when Chrissie had rung to say that she would not be in today Deborah felt lonely and disappointed.

  As she scribbled aimlessly on her note pad, she heard some men in the adjoining office talking in heavily accented voices and she pushed herself back on her chair so that she could listen.

  Then they lowered this cage down. A woman was crouching inside it, she was beautiful: long, black hair, small breasts and firm buttocks. She was tied by the wrists, really tight, and the rope was attached to the bars at the top of the cage. She looked desperate and she pleaded for them to ...

  Deborah leaned back further, craning her neck and letting her long hair fall down loosely onto her shoulders.

  In the end, they undid the cage door but she wouldn’t come out. A man prodded her with a short whip but she refused to move. She clung onto the rope around her wrists trying to get it loose then she leapt forward and grabbed the bars of the cage like an animal ...

  Deborah felt herself beginning to sweat as she turned her head and moved it closer to the door.

  ‘Get out bitch!’, the man with the whip shouted but still she crouched in the cage. He reached in and she went to bite him and, when he grabbed her white panties, she yanked herself back and they ripped at the waist. You should have seen them hanging down in tatters from her hips. Her cunt was shaved and the material of her panties was caught in her naked crack.

  What happened next?

  The man with the whip went around the back of the cage and prodded her in the back and finally he drove her out. Then he stood in front of her and forced her onto her knees. ‘Suck this bitch!’, he shouted as he forced his cock into her gaping mouth.

  Deborah felt the veins in her temples throbbing and her heart pounding in her chest as she craned her neck back to listen.

  Then they couldn’t stop her from sucking. A couple of others dragged her away and tied her up really tight, then they dragged her around the room shouting at her, ‘On your knees bitch! On your knees!’, but every time she tried to get up she was knocked down again and they dragged her around more.

  Deborah pushed her hands down towards her knees and felt how wet and clammy they were. She squeezed her palms against the insides of her knees and pressed her legs tightly together.

  Then they bent her over this bench, ripped her panties off completely and stuffed them into her mouth. She tried to scream but they wouldn’t let her. Every time she opened her mouth they stuffed the white panties in further. Her face went really red as she gulped and fought for breath then Saab came in. Oh yes, she looked amazing, yes, she was dressed in red as usual and she went straight over to the woman and gave her such a beating. Sweat poured from Saab’s forehead as she whipped the cane down on the woman’s buttocks then she said... ...

  As Deborah strained back, her legs tensed and her knees opened enough for her hands to move upwards. She felt her sweaty palms against the insides of her thighs and, as they moved up to the tops of her smooth, white stockings, she felt the warm softness of her thin, white panties against the backs of her thumbs.

  Then Saab straddled the woman. ‘Lick it bitch before your next punishment’, she said. The woman reached her face up and they pulled the panties from her mouth. She didn’t hesitate, she just stuck her tongue straight in. As she licked Saab between the legs, Saab brought the cane down on the woman’s back. The woman screamed like an animal but Saab wouldn’t stop until she was satisfied. Then Saab said, ‘Bring them in now’, and they opened the door and ...

  Deborah pressed her thumbs back and squeezed them against the furrow that ran along the gusset of her white panties. She lifted them away slightly and allowed the soft flesh to part along its crease. As she felt the warmth between her legs, she hung her head back further, straining the muscles of her stomach and causing the furrow of flesh to open even more.

  She felt a flush spreading across her face as she thought of the woman in the cage. She pictured her being prodded and whipped and forced to suck, then she thought of her licking the mysterious woman who commanded her obedience and demanded her service. Deborah pulled her thumbs higher as she imagined the mysterious woman barking her commands and her heart started pounding wildly as she wondered what it would be like to be enslaved and what other ordeals the caged woman had been forced to suffer.

  Deborah wanted to hear more and strained back to listen but all she could hear was her own name being shouted repeatedly. It was as if the men were now talking about her, as if she was the woman in the cage, clinging to the bars and shrinking back as she was prodded and whipped.

  Deborah! Deborah!

  She could see herself reaching her face up between the woman’s thighs and extending her tongue towards the beckoning channel of flesh.

  Deborah! Deborah!

  She pulled the gusset of her panties aside and plunged her fingers into the wet crease of her cunt. She felt its moisture running down onto her knuckles as she imagined licking her tongue out and probing it between the fleshy slit that was splayed out before her.

  Deborah! Deborah!

  She felt her tongue reaching out and she tasted the tang of moisture as its tip finally touched the swollen edges of the waiting cunt.

  Deborah! Deborah! Come in here!

  Deborah’s eyes rolled back as she felt the insides of her thighs pressing against the backs of her hands then suddenly, she shook herself and looked around wide-eyed and startled.

  Deborah! Deborah!

  It was her boss, Mr Kamil, calling fro
m his office.

  Deborah! Get in here and be quick about it!

  Startled, Deborah pulled her hands from between her thighs. Her white panties were pulled down exposing some of her pubic hair and one of the suspender clips that hung from her white suspender belt had come undone. With shaking hands, she pulled her panties back up and clipped the top of her stocking back into the clasp. She licked her dry lips, jumped up off her chair and smoothed her dress down at the front. Her face was red and flushed and her hair was in a mess. She tried to tidy it as she entered the office but when Mr Kamil looked at her she knew she still looked flustered and dishevelled.

  Mr Kamil brushed back a length of black, greasy hair that hung across his forehead.

  Deborah, at last. What have you been doing? You look a mess. Sit down, sit down and tidy yourself up.

  Deborah pulled the hem of her dress down over the fronts of her thighs and sat on the hard chair across from Mr Kamil. She felt him looking at her knees and she squeezed them together tightly so that he could not see between them. She did not like the way Mr Kamil looked at her and sometimes, when he had helped her on with her coat, he had run his hands across her breasts and squeezed them before she had moved away.

  A tall woman in dark glasses and a long, red overcoat sat beside him. Her long-fingered hands rested casually on the arms of the chair, her fingers dangling like claws over the edges and a thin, gold bangle falling loosely around one of her of her slender wrists. Her black hair was cut short and her lips were neatly emphasised with bright red lipstick. Mr Kamil did not introduce her but when she turned to him and whispered something he responded immediately.

  You’ve been listening to the men in the office again have you?

  Deborah felt embarrassed at his question and disconcerted by the presence of the silent woman.

  I couldn’t help hearing. The door was open and they were talking loudly.

  That is very naughty of you, listening in to other people’s conversations.

  Deborah rested the palms of her hands on her knees then started to pick at her fingernails distractedly. She was thinking about the woman in the cage again and was not really taking in what he said.

  Mr Kamil stood up and leant his arm on the back of Deborah’s chair. She smelled his aftershave and felt the heat from his hips as he pressed them against the back of her neck.

  Perhaps you would like to tell us what they were saying?

  He pressed the front of his hips harder and she felt sweat breaking out on her skin. She squirmed forward to try and move away and, as she did, she felt her hair sticking to the material of his trousers and she eased back.

  No, it’s all right really, I didn’t hear much anyway.

  He pressed harder against her.

  Perhaps you could tell us what you did hear then.

  This was no longer a question, it was more an order and she felt frightened by the sudden change in his tone. She fidgeted on the chair, still feeling hot and flustered and still unable to stop thinking about what she had heard the men in the adjoining office talking about.

  Yes, I’m sure we would both like to know what you heard and what it made you think. He turned to the woman in dark glasses and she slowly nodded her head. Yes, we would definitely like to know.

  Deborah felt her face going red and she bit her thumb nail nervously.

  Please, Mr Kamil, I don’t think -

  He leant harder against her and rested his hands on her shoulders, gripping his fingers into her shoulder blades and tightening them. She tried to pull herself away but her pressed his fingers even harder.

  Please, you’re hurting me, please -

  ‘You’re hurting me’, he mimicked. Tell us what you heard and stop snivelling.

  Deborah’s eyes widened as she felt his fingers digging deeply into her shoulders and she felt afraid as his tone of voice became even more angry and impatient.

  Come on! Tell us!

  She began to think again of the men’s conversation about the woman in the cage. Had it been a film or a story of some kind or, and she went cold as she thought of it, had it been real? As she pictured the scene she felt the flush of heat returning and, in an effort to distract herself, she bit down harder onto her thumb nail.

  And take your hand away from your face bitch!

  Mr Kamil grabbed her wrist and pulled her thumb out of her mouth. The tall woman sniggered and peered over the top of her dark glasses to get a better look.

  Deborah turned to Mr Kamil, flustered and confused and increasingly frightened.

  Please, can I go -

  No, you can’t go. Now, tell us what you heard!

  He loosened his grip on her shoulders and ran his hands down her arms. Before she knew what he was doing he had taken hold of her wrists and lifted her arms wide. She felt her breasts tightening inside her bra as her arms were stretched, and she struggled against him and tried to get up, but he clasped her wrists together above her head and held them tight.

  Now, go on.

  She could not believe what was happening. Her mind was racing with the images of the woman in the story and she was trembling uncontrollably as she realised that she was being held captive.

  They were talking about a woman in a cage, that’s all. Now please can I go -

  That’s not all, he pulled her arms higher and the material of her thin dress pulled tightly against her breasts. Now what else?

  She could do nothing but tell him.

  They said how she was crouching inside with a rope tied around her wrists. This man prodded her with a whip to try and get her out. She was too frightened to come out though and the man had to prod her from behind to get her to move.

  Go on, and then?

  Please, please let me go. I’ll tell you but please let me go.

  He slackened his grip slightly.

  And then?

  The man ripped her white panties.

  Mr Kamil held her wrists with one hand and ran the other down across her breasts and onto the tops of her thighs.

  Why did he do that?

  Because when he tried to grab her she went to bite him.

  She was a bitch then wasn’t she? She should have been punished then shouldn’t she?

  Deborah did not reply.

  Shouldn’t she!

  Yes, yes, I suppose so -

  Show me how she went to bite him.

  Deborah turned to the side, opened her mouth and bared her teeth.

  Go on, show me.

  She leant forward then suddenly tried to bite his arm.

  Bitch! How dare you! You need teaching a lesson like the woman in the cage.

  He thrust his hand down between her thighs and grasped the hem of her short dress. He lifted it and rolled it back exposing the tops of her stockings. She pulled her knees together as he pulled it higher and revealed her white panties.

  Try again bitch and I’ll show you what you get.

  She did not know what to do, she felt confused and helpless. She must do what he said then perhaps he would release her and she could go. She went to bite his arm again, more ferociously this time and he thrust his hand between her legs and grabbed the gusset of her panties. She tried to bite him again and he pulled at the panties until they tore and exposed her dark pubic hair and the smooth flesh that lay beneath it.

  What then bitch?

  He dragged her out and said, ‘suck this’.

  Yes, and what did the bitch do? Was she obedient?

  Yes, she took it in to her mouth.

  What? What did she take into her mouth?

  His, his -

  Go on bitch, his, his what?

  His cock. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked it.

/>   He let go of her wrists, twisted around and stood in front of her.

  Get it out bitch and show me.

  Deborah hesitated and looked down at her stocking tops and bare thighs, her torn panties and her exposed pubic hair.

  Show me I said!

  She reached forward and pulled down the zip of his trousers.

  Get it out and show me!

  She ran her trembling fingers inside the zip and felt his throbbing cock pressed hard against the material of his trousers. She wrapped her fingers around it and felt the veins pulsating along its still thickening length. With her other hand, she opened the zip wide and eased his cock out. She squeezed it hard and pointed the engorged glans at her face.

  Suddenly, she realised what she was doing and could not believe it. She let go of his cock, jumped up and ran to the door.

  I can’t, I can’t, please, please let me go ...

  As she grabbed the handle of the door, it opened and two of the men from the office came in.

  Mr Kamil shouted angrily.

  Get back here bitch! On your knees! On your knees and suck this!

  The image of the woman in the cage flooded back into her mind again. How she had fallen to her knees and sucked the man’s cock and how they had forced her to crawl around and suck them all until there was no more to suck. Deborah shrank back against the door terrified.

  On your knees bitch!

  It was as though the story was coming alive and, like the woman in the cage, she did not dare disobey. As she realised what she must do, she felt a hot flush spreading within her stomach and a wetness running across the fleshy folds of her cunt. She turned, went to the middle of the room and stood before Mr Kamil.

  On your knees bitch and suck this!

  Obediently, she knelt down in front of him and reached her face forward. As she got closer to the stiff cock, she felt its heat and she opened her mouth. She slid her lips around the engorged glans and tightened them at its back before running them down the shaft until she felt its throbbing end pressing against the back of her throat.