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  She opened her eyes and stared at the mat of hairs that curled around its base before slipping herself back and watching the shaft come from her mouth, shining with spit and beating hard from the pressure of her sucking lips. She ran her mouth down again then began rhythmically pulling her mouth up and down it. She felt his cock hardening even more and the throbbing glans swelling in her mouth as the pressure of his spunk built up inside. She felt it running up its length and sucked it as deeply as she could as the hot semen exploded from its end and shot down her eager, gulping throat.

  She released it from her lips and licked its end until there was nothing left to come.

  Now suck this one bitch!

  One of the men from the office was standing in front of her with his hard cock thrust towards her.

  And this one.

  The other man who had come in pulled his trousers down and stood beside the first man.

  Suck them both bitch!

  Still with spunk dripping from her lips, Deborah reached her hands forward and took the two cocks in her hands. She pulled them together and drew them slowly into her mouth. They were both thick and hard and her lips were forced wide as they entered. She ran her tongue between them and licked their veiny skin before sucking them in and taking them as far back as she could.

  Deborah sucked at the cocks frantically, pulling them back into her mouth and pressing them harder against the back of her throat every time. She gagged as they went too far but she welcomed the heaving tightness in her throat that forced her tongue upwards and increased the pressure against their throbbing weight. She pressed her tongue against the swelling ribs that pulsated along the base of each of their stiff cocks. She felt the pulsating increase as their spunk began to flow and, when she tasted it against the back of her tongue, she squeezed them hard in her hands and sucked frantically as their hot spunk burst out in strong, pulsating torrents. She tightened her mouth around them as much as she could and swallowed it all in heavy, ravenous gulps.

  She fell back, wide-eyed and trembling but now eager for more.

  Stay on your knees bitch! You’re not finished yet!

  Some of the other men from the office had come in and one by one she was made to suck them all. Each one finished fully in her mouth and every time she swallowed it all down, letting the creamy hot liquid run slowly along the sides of her throat and not being satisfied until she had taken every drop.

  Suddenly, she was grabbed, hauled over to a desk and thrust down face-forward onto its cold, leather-covered surface. Two of the men held her by the wrists and stretched her arms out wide so that she could not get free. Mr Kamil grabbed hold of her torn panties and pulled them down. They tangled in her pubic hair as he ripped them off and she shrieked out in pain. He ignored her cries and held her bottom still with one hand while he pulled the panties down over her feet with the other.

  The woman in the red coat got up and walked over. Everyone went silent and Deborah’s screams got louder as she was overwhelmed with fear by her sudden captivity.

  Stuff them in her mouth and keep the bitch quiet.

  Mr Kamil grabbed Deborah’s hair and pulled her head back. She looked at him appealingly as he stuffed the white panties deeply into her mouth then clamped his hand across her face to stop her spitting them out.

  The woman in the dark glasses held out her hand and one of the men stepped forward and placed a short, leather whip into it. She flexed it back and ran her hands lovingly along its length. She prodded its end against Deborah’s back, poking it into the material of her thin dress and lifting it up in puckers.

  Strip her!

  One of the men reached forward, grabbed Deborah’s dress by the neck and ripped it down to just above her suspender belt. Except for her white bra strap, her back was exposed and her naked buttocks squirmed as she fought for breath and tried hopelessly to wriggle free.

  The tall woman poked the end of the whip underneath the clip of Deborah’s bra strap.

  Undo that thing.

  A man reached forward, undid the bra strap and it fell free at the sides.

  The woman paced around Deborah, staring inquisitively at her frightened face as she rubbed her hands across Deborah’s smooth back.

  You are a pretty one aren’t you? Yes, a very pretty one. And you seem to like having your mouth filled. Don’t you?

  Deborah shook her head but Mr Kamil’s grip was too tight for her to break free. She pulled at her wrists but they were held fast and she could not move them either. She kicked out her legs in desperation but before she knew what was happening she felt a stinging blow across her back as the whip came down.

  Whack!

  She stretched out her body in agony and shock, shaking her head from side to side as the pain cut into her skin and sent a smarting fire deep inside her.

  Whack!

  The whip fell even harder and, as the pain burned through her, she stretched out tautly. She struggled and pulled against her captors but she was unable to break free and unable to scream.

  Whack! Whack! Whack!

  The whip came down across her bare back remorselessly, each blow laying a thin red mark across her smooth skin. She wriggled and pulled in desperation but the whip kept slashing down.

  Whack! Whack! Whack!

  Every time it fell across her back she tightened more and her whole body felt on fire.

  Whack! Whack! Whack!

  She felt her eyes filling with tears and, as she was overcome with the pain and felt herself falling into unconsciousness, she bit hard onto the panties that plugged her dribbling mouth.

  Finally the punishment ended and the woman stood back. She prowled around Deborah, running her fingers along the red lines that were raised across Deborah’s skin.

  Would you like to lick me bitch?

  Mr Kamil pulled Deborah’s head back more and she stared up into the woman’s face. Her spit-smeared panties hung from her open mouth.

  The woman folded her arms and sneered down at Deborah.

  I don’t think so bitch. The woman turned to Mr Kamil. Yes, she will do. I think Theron will reward me well for this one. You know what he can be like but I think he will be pleased. Yes, send her to me in the usual way. Oh, and tell that mongrel Gross to keep his hands off her. Theron says that if he misbehaves again it will be the last time.

  Yes, Saab, yes.

  Now, my friend is waiting and we have arrangements of our own to make.

  A word Saab. Jabari has been in touch with me again. He keeps pestering me -

  You fool Kamil. I told you to have nothing more to do with him. Theron sees him as a threat and that makes him angry and you know what he’s like when he gets angry.

  Saab threw down the whip and left the room. Mr Kamil ushered the others out, pulled the white panties from Deborah’s mouth and lifted her onto a chair. He walked over to the window and watched Saab as she got into the back of a large car. He saw a woman’s hand stretch out and touch Saab’s face. For a moment, he saw the flash of the woman’s white teeth before Saab pressed her mouth against the woman’s full lips and, in a sudden passion, drove her fingers up into the tangle of black hair that fell about the woman’s face.

  He turned back to Deborah.

  Now, you’ll stay here for the night until I can arrange for you to be transported.

  He left and locked the door behind him.

  Deborah sat alone in the office. She could hardly believe what had happened and she trembled with shame and embarrassment. She tried to pull her torn dress together but it was hopeless and, when she reached around to her back, she felt the painful cuts of the whip still burning on her skin. Her ripped panties lay on the desk and she picked them up. They were wet from her spit and stuck to her stockings as she pulled them up. When she drew them aga
inst her cunt the moist material stuck to her flesh. Her stomach filled with anxiety as she thought of the way she had been humiliated and the surge of nervousness increased as she thought of how she had reacted.

  She played absently with a silver identity bracelet on her wrist. It was a gift from her parents and had her name and old address engraved on the inside. She realised how alone she was, she had no one to turn to except Chrissie. The thought that she might never again see her only friend caused tears to well up in her eyes and she hung her head and fidgeted nervously on the leather covered chair.

  She wriggled her bottom and felt the thin material of the damp and torn panties pulling up against the soft folds of flesh between her legs. She lifted herself slightly and pulled it away and, as it peeled back, she felt a warm moistness holding it between the soft furrow of her cunt. She felt the delicate skin tingling as the thin material clung to it and she felt a warm and growing wetness spreading across its swelling edges. She felt shocked and ashamed and dropped herself back onto the seat in despair, but she was unable to stop her fingers working eagerly between the soft petals of her swollen, receptive cunt, and unable to draw them away again until she had recovered from a slow, pulsating orgasm.

  Chapter 2

  Deborah was woken by the clanking of keys as the office door was unlocked. She jumped up and pulled her thin dress around her to try and cover herself. When she saw Mr Kamil at the door, she felt suddenly relieved. She imagined that he had come to release her, that it had all been a terrible game that had got out of control and Mr Kamil had come to apologise and ask her to forget it.

  Deborah looked up at him and smiled, hoping that he would realise that she was prepared to forget what had happened, but he did not smile back and, when he shouted at her angrily, she shrank back with renewed fear.

  Come on bitch, get up. You’re going on a little trip. I hope you don’t get sea sick! He laughed and beckoned to a figure who was hanging back in the shadows. Here is your escort. Gross! Show yourself!

  Gross stepped into the light that shone through the open door. He was short and bent, his head was large and shaven and his arms were long and dangled loosely at his sides. His large white eyes bulged out from his jet black face and, as he leered at Deborah, his yellowed teeth showed their sharp, broken edges. He reached forward to touch Deborah but Mr Kamil smacked his hand viciously.

  Don’t touch! You must not touch her. Mistress Saab says she must not be touched! Especially not by you!

  Gross cringed at the sound of Saab’s name and started mumbling nervously.

  Mistress Saab, must not touch, no, must not touch, must not touch ...

  No, you must not touch, remember that. Now, introduce yourself properly.

  He came forward again, still muttering, and bowed his head slowly.

  Must not touch, must not touch -

  I said introduce yourself you idiot.

  Me Gross, must not touch.

  Mr Kamil laughed and tossed back the strand of black hair from his forehead.

  Gross! Shackle her.

  Gross leaned towards Deborah and held up a heavy chain with large, iron shackles attached to each end. Deborah shrank back against the wall in fear.

  Please Mr Kamil, I’m sorry about what happened, please -

  Shackle her and be quick about it!

  Gross held the chain in front of Deborah but she pressed herself hard against the wall and squeezed her hands behind her back. He cocked his head from side to side and rattled the chain at her, inviting her to put her wrists into the open shackles.

  Gross must not touch. Saab says Gross must not touch. He flashed his eyes around the room. Saab may be watching Gross. No, no, Gross must not touch.

  Deborah pushed herself tightly against the wall but Mr Kamil grabbed her shoulders and yanked her forward. He held her wrists and, as she struggled to break free, he dropped them into the heavy shackles and clamped them shut. They snapped together pinching her skin, the one on her right wrist squeezing her identity bracelet tightly inside the iron band and causing her to cry out in pain.

  Mr Kamil ignored her distress and shouted to Gross.

  Now take her, the van is waiting at the back.

  Gross gathered up the length of chain and pulled Deborah to the door. The shackles dug into her wrists and she shrieked as he jerked the chain to get her through the door.

  Please, where are you taking me? Please, please let me go.

  Gross took no notice and hurried down the passage, dragging Deborah behind him and yanking at the chain when she lagged behind or stumbled because she could not see her way.

  Outside, a large, windowless van waited in the road. Its back doors were open and Gross leapt inside, pulling at the chain and dragging Deborah up behind him like a frightened animal. She cowered in a corner and he squatted down beside her, his large white eyes flashing as he looked fearfully around. Someone came and slammed the doors shut and the back of the van was plunged into darkness.

  They drove for hours but Deborah stayed crouched in the corner too terrified to speak or move. Every so often she felt Gross’s breath on her face as he pulled himself nearer to her but, as soon as she felt the heat from his cheeks and twisted away, he also pulled back muttering and anxious.

  Gross must not touch. Did once before with other girl. Gross touched and Gross was punished by master. Gross was punished very much. Gross will not let master down again. He cocked his head to one side, dipping it into his shrugging shoulder. Gross say don’t worry. Gross will care for pretty girl. Pretty girl is safe with Gross.

  Suddenly the van stopped and the doors were flung open. Deborah blinked in the glare of bright lights but before she could focus on anything Gross jumped out of the back and dragged her roughly behind. He pulled her along, stopping occasionally and yanking the chain hard as if to punish her for something.

  As they approached a large warehouse, he got more agitated and started muttering and grumbling to himself.

  Me Gross, me escort, must not touch, Gross in charge -

  Deborah yanked against the chain and tried to pull herself away but she screamed out as he dragged her back powerfully.

  Pretty girl must not escape. Gross is escort. Gross in charge.

  She hung her head hopelessly as he pulled her into the large building and stood waiting in the darkness with his long arms dangling by his sides. The heavy chain that hung loosely from Deborah’s shackled wrists led back into one of his hands and lay draped across his bent fingers.

  A door opened at the opposite end of the building and two muscular, black men walked towards them.

  What have you got for us Gross?

  Gross looked down at the floor.

  Gross must not touch. Saab says Gross must not touch.

  One of the men pushed Gross aside and stood in front of Deborah.

  You’ve brought a very pretty one this time Gross. He ran the back of his hand across the side of Deborah’s face and down the front of her torn dress. Very pretty indeed.

  Must not touch! Must not touch!

  Quiet Gross!

  The man leered at Deborah and she turned her face away. He grabbed it, squeezing her cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, and pulled it back.

  Beautiful mouth as well.

  He leant forward and pressed his thick lips against her mouth. She tried to pull away but he held her firmly as he kissed her. She closed her mouth and clenched her teeth together.

  But not very friendly. Come on my pretty thing, just a kiss for your new friend Wesley.

  He pressed his face at her again but Deborah tightened her lips and managed to turn her head away.

  Not very friendly at all and not very obedient either, eh Winston?

  The other man laughed.

 
Gross! Pull her onto her knees, I think she needs a lesson in obedience.

  Gross looked at Wesley and tilted his head to the side questioningly.

  Pull her onto her knees you idiot!

  Gross looked at Deborah, her eyes wide with fear as she pressed the side of her face against the wall. He opened his mouth in a grin, exposing his yellow teeth then suddenly he snatched the chain viciously. As Deborah lost her balance and fell forwards onto her knees, Gross yanked the chain again, pulling her arms out at full stretch and throwing her face-forward onto the floor.

  Hold her there Gross!

  Gross leapt forward and jumped on the chain, pinioning her wrists to the ground. She yelled out in pain as the shackles twisted around her wrists and she pulled at them frantically in an effort to break free. Gross squatted down with all his weight on the chain and grinned as Deborah pulled and wriggled hopelessly.

  Wesley picked up a length of rope and bent down to Deborah.

  Stop wriggling bitch!

  Deborah pulled at the chain desperately and threw herself from side to side in fear and panic.

  Wesley bent down, put his face close to hers and spoke quietly.

  You are a disobedient little bitch aren’t you? See this? He held up a thick, hemp rope in front of her. I am going to give this to Winston and then I’m going to see if you can follow some simple instructions.

  Wesley handed the rope to Winston. He held it up in the centre, folded it in half and let the two frayed ends dangle down from his outstretched hand. Wesley bent down lower and placed his hands on the floor in front of Deborah.

  Now bitch, I am going to tell Gross to release you and I want you to crawl forward when I say. Do you understand?

  Deborah stared at him for a moment then started pulling frantically at the shackles again.

  Gross! Let her go!

  Gross stepped off the chain and Deborah stopped moving.