Caged! Page 3

Now come towards me little bitch. Come on, come on.

  Deborah snatched her hands backwards, spun around and tried to get to her feet but stopped when Wesley stood up in front of her and smirked.

  That’s too bad bitch. You see, if you are disobedient I tell Winston to punish you. Like this, Winston! Give her, let me see, perhaps to start with, just a single lash!

  Deborah did not hear what he said, she could only think of escape but, as she struggled to get up and break free, Winston brought the two frayed strands of the rope down across her back and she froze. She was consumed with a mixture of surprise, pain and terror.

  Lash!

  She yelled out as the ropes cut into her skin and she fell back to the floor gasping breathlessly.

  Wesley bent down to her again.

  Now little bitch, let’s try again. On your knees!

  She looked at him for a moment then jumped up and made a dash for the wall.

  Wesley laughed as she held her shackled wrists across her chest and shrank close to the wall.

  Bring her back Winston. Bring her back here and we’ll start again.

  Winston grabbed her arm and pulled her, still struggling, back to Wesley.

  Wesley turned to Gross.

  Gross! Pull her down again and this time keep hold of her.

  Gross grinned then grabbed the chain and yanked it forward. Deborah fell onto her knees and when Gross pulled the chain again she fell down painfully onto her elbows.

  Now bitch! Come towards me on your knees. Let Deborah looked at him. She could not believe what was happening. The way he spoke to her made her feel like an animal - like a dog - and, as he commanded her again, she felt herself dropping her jaw and exposing her teeth.

  Come on little bitch. Come on.

  She lifted one of her hands from the ground and the chain clanked as the shackle dug into her wrist. She knew she would be punished if she did not move but she could not find it in herself to obey him so easily. She looked to the wall again and thought of jumping up and running to it but she was unsure and too frightened to make a decision.

  Too slow bitch! Winston! Give her two lashes this time.

  Lash! Lash!

  The rope ends fell across her buttocks, burning her skin then folding around her hips and cutting into the crease of flesh at the top of her thigh. She shrieked in pain and twisted away.

  Wesley held out his hand towards her and rubbed his fingers and thumb together as though he was offering her a tit bit of food.

  Now come little bitch, do what your master says, come forward when he instructs you.

  Deborah got up on her knees again. As she lifted her hips, her torn dress pulled up around her waist exposing her smooth bare thighs above the tops of her stockings and her ripped, white panties as they pulled tightly between the crease of her buttocks. She felt the gathered material tightening between the fleshy edges of her cunt and, as she lifted her hips higher, she felt it pressing against the tip of her clitoris.

  Come on, come on little bitch.

  Deborah lifted her outspread hand from the ground and held it up hesitantly, the heavy shackle hung loosely from her wrist and the trailing chain curled weightily on the floor.

  Come on little bitch, come on.

  She dropped her jaw again and felt a trickle of spit running from the corner of her mouth. Her buttocks were still stinging and she could hear Winston dropping the ropes across his hand in expectation of punishing her more. Her panties pulled tightly between the tops of her thighs as she swayed from side to side and she felt the heat from her fleshy outer labia as they pressed against the filmy gusset.

  Something inside her, something she could not understand, was driving her to move forward yet, at the same time, her fear was telling her to run. She knew that if she did not obey him she would get more punishment and, when she thought of the ropes lashing down again on her buttocks, her stomach filled with waves of nervousness. But as the fear of the stinging lashes spread from her stomach into her chest she felt her nipples hardening and the heat between her legs increasing. She dropped her hand to the floor purposefully, putting it back in the same position as before, then she raised her hips higher, exposed her teeth and stared at Wesley defiantly.

  Not ready yet eh bitch? Winston! Give her three lashes this time! And make them hard ones! This bitch will not give in easily.

  Winston drew the halved rope back high above his head then brought its flailing ends down hard.

  Lash!

  The rope lashed across her buttocks and she squeezed them together tightly but kept them raised as high as she could.

  Lash!

  The halved rope curled around her hips and cut into her skin but still she did not move.

  Lash!

  Again it came down viciously, this time snatching at the material of her torn panties and pulling it painfully against the soft outer flesh of her cunt.

  Ready yet?

  Still Deborah did not move. She felt transfixed. She opened her mouth wider, allowing the trickle of spit to run freely from the corner of her lips. She watched it dribble down in a long sticky strand until it reached the floor. She licked her tongue out and tasted its cool sweetness and she raised her buttocks higher.

  So you want more do you?

  She stared at him fixedly, still licking her tongue eagerly around the dribbling strand of spit and sucking it back noisily into her gaping mouth.

  Give her more and this time don’t stop until she does what she’s told!

  A strange wave of excitement ran through her as she realised that he knew what she wanted. She wanted to be his slave, she wanted to obey him and crawl on her hands and knees when he instructed her, but she could not serve him, not yet, not until she had been overcome with the punishing pain of the rope.

  Winston drew the halved rope back and Deborah tightened her bottom and shoulders in readiness. She wanted to move forward, she wanted to obey him so much, but she needed to be forced to do it and she had not felt enough pain yet to make her do his bidding.

  Lash! Lash! Lash!

  The ends of rope cut across her buttocks and lashed her bare thighs causing red lines that contrasted vividly against her pale flesh and the whiteness of her panties and stocking tops. The pain tore through her, searing her skin and sending agonizing shocks through her tightened limbs but still it was not enough.

  Lash! Lash! Lash!

  The ends of the rope pulled at the tight suspenders that pulled against her stocking tops and she felt her suspender belt digging into her hips. She dropped her shoulders lower, falling onto her elbows, but still she kept her bottom as high as she could and still she wanted more.

  Lash! Lash! Lash!

  The rope ends tangled around the tops of her legs and pulled at the edges of her panties as they were drawn back. She yelled in agony as her torn panties twisted into her pubic hair and pulled against her flesh. She felt herself writhing uncontrollably, but still she needed to present herself for more, still she had not felt enough pain to be driven to obey. She stretched her arms forward until her chin nearly touched the floor as she strained her bottom even higher.

  Lash! Lash! Lash!

  The heat of the pain spread though her whole body in waves. Her face was reddened by the strain of holding herself up for the lashing ropes and her nipples stood out hard and aching against the material of her bra that still hung loosely from its shoulder straps. She felt the burning of her skin where the lashing rope scourged it but she felt herself burning even where it did not touch and, as she screamed out her suffering, she was consumed by its overpowering heat.

  She twisted her hips and writhed her buttocks but now she knew she could take no more. Her cunt was hot and she could feel her distended flesh pulsating against the tight-pul
led gusset of her panties and, like a bursting dam, she felt a rush of uncontrollable excitement surging through her stomach as her will to resist was broken. Another lash and she would be ready, another flailing stroke from the rope and she would be able to obey. Just one more stinging lash and she could crawl towards him as he commanded. Just one more lash and she would be able to stand no more pain, then, when she was overcome by the torment of the rope she would at last be able to relinquish herself to delightful servitude.

  Lash!

  That was all she could stand. At last the suffering had released her!

  She drew her breath in deeply, tensed her muscles and reared backwards on her knees. She lifted the heavy shackles that bound her wrists together above her head then, releasing her breath in a noisy, spluttering growl, she fell forward, crouching again on all-fours and ready to serve.

  Shaking with the pain and sweating from the heat in her cunt she lifted her hand and moved it forward. This time she did not hesitate but dropped it straight down in front of her, showing him that she was under his control and that she was doing only what he ordered.

  Good! Come on more little bitch.

  Wesley moved back, still holding his hand towards her and enticing her with his rubbing fingers, and she moved herself towards him, feeling the strength of his mastery and the delight of her own humiliation. The pain had driven her to act and the action was so delicious, so much the will of her master, that it transcended the agony she felt across her flesh. Now she felt her cunt moistening with delectable desire. She felt its warm edges swelling and rubbing against each other as she crawled forward again. She felt the luscious thrill of her orgasm boiling up inside her every time he ordered her to move and she felt its fiery heat spilling into her cunt as she followed his commands. She wanted to race forward in a frenzy so that she could release it. She wanted to throw herself on her back before him and open her legs so that he could see her swollen cunt pulsating with her climax, but now she was his slave and she knew she must wait until he allowed her to let it go.

  Come on little bitch, come on.

  He drew her forward slowly and she responded to his every command. He made her turn and stop and wait then start again until finally he led to her towards the wall, made her face it and left her there.

  Now bitch wait until I give you further orders.

  She knelt on all-fours in front of the wall, staring ahead, trembling with excitement and only able to hold back her orgasm because he had not told her to finish. She wished she could ask him to order her to finish but she knew she must wait until he decided the time was right. She lifted her hand and ran it down the front of her stomach, hoping she could find some relief by delving her fingers into her aching cunt but, as the shackles clanked around her wrists, she looked back in fear and, when her master stared at her reprovingly, she dropped her hand back to the floor and waited without moving.

  Gross went over to her and crouched by her side, cocking his head and pawing at her without touching her. Wesley shouted and, as his voice echoed around the cavernous warehouse and Deborah heard what he said, her heart leapt with fresh excitement.

  Come here bitch!

  Her stomach churned with excitement as she turned and began crawling across the floor, lifting her hands slowly and placing them down carefully as the chain clanked between her wrists. She felt the tension of her suspenders as they pulled against her stocking tops and she dribbled uncontrollably as the gusset of her panties stroked the engorged labia of her distended cunt.

  Here!

  Wesley pointed to the opposite corner of the huge building and Deborah made her way towards it without hesitation. Her cunt was hot and wet and she could feel the thin material of her panties sticking to its swollen edges. The pressure against her throbbing flesh sent shivers into her hard clitoris. It tingled deeply, as if begging to be relieved of the strain of the pent up orgasm, but she knew she would have to wait. She sensed her master’s control so strongly that she knew the boiling forces within her would remain suppressed until she was told.

  Come here and stop!

  He pointed at something shrouded by a heavy, green tarpaulin.

  She approached it and looked up at him so that she would stop exactly where he said.

  Here bitch!

  She moved to where he was pointing then stopped and waited. The stinging pain from the lashing rope was subsiding and she lifted her hips higher to show him she was ready for more, but she dropped them back as she realised that now anything she did without his orders was disobedience.

  Winston grabbed a rope on the edge of the tarpaulin and pulled it down to the floor exposing a large cage with a heavily barred, iron door. Deborah stared at it and her heart started pounding with a fresh mixture of fear and excitement.

  Images of the woman in the cage started flooding back into her mind. She pictured the terrified woman clinging to the bars and the fear in her eyes as she was prodded and whipped by her tormentors. She thought of how she had resisted coming out and how she had been prodded with canes until, in the end, she was forced into the open and made to suck the men who were taunting her.

  Don’t look frightened little bitch. You will quickly learn that the cage will be your only place of rest.

  Deborah did not understand what he meant and without thinking, without doing what he told her, she shrank back from the thick, iron bars.

  Come here!

  She scuttled towards him, hoping he had not seen her act without his orders.

  Sit back on your knees.

  She raised herself obediently, parted her knees slightly and rested her bottom onto her calves.

  Now, raise your wrists.

  Deborah lifted the heavy shackles and chain above her head. The thin material of her dress twisted in the links and pulled up exposing her torn white panties and suspender belt, her bare waist and the bottom edge of her white bra. The chain looped down and hung beneath her chin and, when he told her to raise her arms higher, it pulled hard against her throat until she could lift it no more.

  And open your mouth.

  She dropped her jaw and parted her trembling lips but it caused the tension of the chain at her throat to increase and she choked.

  Wide!

  Fighting against her need to cough, she forced her mouth wider until he nodded.

  Now wait.

  Wesley walked over to the cage and opened the door. Deborah felt the strain of the heavy shackles on her wrists and tightened her shoulders to keep them as high as he expected. Her neck muscles started to feel cramped as her arms seemed to get heavier and, as the chain between her shackles pulled up even more against her throat, she began to close her mouth.

  Keep your mouth open bitch!

  She breathed in deeply and pushed the shackles high. The chain pulled tightly against her throat but she opened her mouth as wide as she could and waited.

  Winston pulled on a heavy block that hung from a pulley attached high on a round supporting post that led up into the roof. It clanked down noisily as the free end ran through a loop in the opposite wall. He clipped the chain between Deborah’s shackles into a hook on the block then waved to Gross who was holding the other end.

  Haul her up Gross!

  Gross pulled on the chain and Deborah felt a sudden upward strain on her arms as the tightening chain pulled her wrists together with a smack. The chain between her shackles snatched against her throat and her head was thrown backwards. Gross pulled again and the tensioned chain threw her against the steel pole, knocking the breath from her and forcing her to gasp frantically. For a moment, her elbows bent around the pole but, when Gross heaved on the chain again, her arms were stretched up high and her feet were pulled off the ground. She could hardly breathe as she swung on the chain, spinning dizzily and banging jarringly against the post
.

  Now clear off Gross. We don’t need you any more.

  Gross looked unwilling to leave Deborah and, as he turned reluctantly to go, he cocked his head to one side and took a long, strangely compassionate look at her before swinging around and disappearing into the darkness.

  Now, pull her panties down Winston!

  Winston reached up and grabbed the torn waistband of her white panties. The flimsy material rucked up between her buttocks and pinched her skin and she twisted herself in a hopeless effort to release it. He yanked at them again and the creased up panties pinched the soft edges of her outer labia and caught in her pubic hair. She squirmed and shrieked in pain as the hairs pulled at her soft flesh.

  Pull them down! I want to see her bottom.

  Winston yanked the panties hard and, with some of her pubic hairs twisted up in the material, they came down to just above her knees. The soft folds of her labia were burning with pain and she tried to pull her legs up to protect herself but the strain on her arms was too great, and she could do nothing else except hang there limp and exposed.

  Wesley stood behind her, reached up and stroked his hands across her exposed buttocks, circling around them as he followed the line of her suspender belt, then running his fingers deeply between the crease of her taut bottom. He pushed his hands back to back, squeezed them between the tops of her thighs and pressed them apart. He pushed his face between her buttocks and she felt his wet tongue reaching out between them. He licked the tip of his tongue against the hard, muscular ring of her anus and probed at its centre. He lapped at it hungrily, wetting it with his spit and delving further each time he touched it.

  As Wesley probed his tongue inside her anus, he forced her forward against the round, steel pole. She felt its coldness against the tops of her thighs and, as he pressed her harder, she felt the front of her naked crack squeezing against the unforgiving metal.

  His tongue went deeper and she lifted her legs and squeezed them around the pole. She felt the heat of her cunt against its coldness and she opened her legs wider. As her hot flesh touched the cold metal, she felt the blood throbbing in her outer labia and she opened her legs even more. She wrapped herself onto the pole and allowed the rhythmic probing in her anus to lift and rub her against it, each movement opening the swelling folds of her cunt even more and pressing her ever engorging clitoris harder against the cold, steel pole.