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Cage

By: violent intimacy



For Jack, who helped me start writing again. 

Note: "Inuchan" is pronounced with long vowels, as in "ee-noo-chaahn."

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He put her in a cage, the metal door clanging shut with ringing finality. It was a large cage but not quite large enough for her to stand or stretch out; she had to crouch, sit, or curl up. Her heart thudded in her chest. What was she doing here? What had she agreed to? What would happen now? She pressed herself against the side of the cage, really an oversized wire crate meant for a big dog, one hand squeezing between the bars to clutch at the trailing ends of his unbuttoned shirt.

"Please," she whispered, without knowing for what she pled.

He kicked the cage, hard. Metal rattled against metal, sending vibrations through her body as she snatched her hand back and cowered into the corner. She understood: she was not to speak. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she bent her head and cried. 

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He left her alone. The dimly lit room afforded nothing in the way of distraction, and she spent most of the time staring miserably at the bare walls. A doorless opening into the next room was the only thing that broke up the unending greyness all around her. Nothing could be seen through the doorway from where she was caged, save the end of a dark blue couch. 

By the time he returned to let her out, she was shivering from lying on the metal tray that was the bottom of the cage. A shallow ceramic dish was set down a few feet away on the bare concrete floor. Her cramped limbs refused to behave at first and her arms buckled when she tried to crawl out; as she fell, the shoulder of her t-shirt snagged on the side of the door and ripped. Tears sprang to her eyes.

She sat down heavily, half in, half out of her prison, and looked up at him. He gestured impatiently towards the bowl which, when she looked more carefully at it, appeared to hold a few spoonfuls of something that resembled oatmeal. She hated oatmeal. Still, she dared not refuse what was obviously an order; she didn't know what he'd do if angered. Forcing her disobedient limbs into motion, she wondered again what had made her agree to this. 

"You're sure you want to do it?" he had asked, and she, with an eagerness borne of naiveté, had nodded. He had been persistent in his warning, asking again and again if she was sure, if she understood what she would be agreeing to, if she knew that he wasn't playing games, if she realized that saying yes now meant saying yes to everything. 

Everything.

"I'm a big girl," she'd said, shrugging as if to excuse the blush that flooded her face. "I know what I want." How sure she'd been, sure with the absolute confidence that only a newly minted 21-year-old can muster.

Now, in the half-finished basement of a man she had known for barely a month, crouched over a bowl of lumpy oatmeal, she was no longer so sure. The sight of the unappetizing mush made her hesitate; part of her wanted to tell him she did not want to eat it, but before she could think of a way to do so without speaking, she felt his hand on the back of her neck. She froze. He pushed her down, a movement no less an order for its gentleness. Hot tears, borne of fear and embarrassment, flooded her eyes and dripped into the bowl. She felt rather than tasted the saltiness on her tongue as she bent to the task, his hand a burning heaviness on her nape. Fingers slipped under the collar of her t-shirt and she shivered nervously at the cold touch of something metal.

Snip.

Scissors, he had scissors, and he was cutting her clothes off. The realization made her tremble, a quivering vibration of muscles that started in her arms and threaded its way down her back to her legs. At the same time, a creeping dread added weight to her limbs until they felt nailed to the floor. The smell and texture of the thick porridge nauseated her but she kept choking it down, hating the way the gluey paste stuck to her lips and chin. 

Snip. 

Pieces of cotton that used to be a white t-shirt dropped softly onto the floor. She shivered. Gulping down the last mouthful of food, she tensed when the scissors blade slipped under the waistband of her jeans. They sheared through the thick denim easily, and he slowly cut his way down the back of one leg, then the other, until the material slid off her body, leaving her in bra and panties.

He pushed the cut pieces under her face, knocking the bowl away. It scraped noisily across the floor and she flinched, fighting the urge to get up, the pressure of his hand reminding her to stay where she was. The hand moved to the back of her head and pressed down; she was not expecting it and did not think to resist, even as he roughly rubbed her face in the denim to clean off the dried oatmeal.

Her heart raced. What now? Was he going to fuck her? An image flashed into her head, an image of him mounting her from behind like a beast in rut, forcing his cock into one of her tight holes as she howled, in pain or pleasure she could not tell. He'd often whispered about such things to her during sex, describing the scenes in detail until she plunged into yet another screaming orgasm. The image lasted only a second but it was enough to send a coil of heat through her body and to make her blush. When he let her back up, tugging on her hair until she was kneeling with her body upright, she kept her face down so that he would not see how red her cheeks were.

She flinched when he brushed his hand over her face and he chuckled, apparently amused by her reaction. His fingers trailed over her pink cheeks, then up the side of her face to push the tangle of auburn hair aside, over her back. He showed her a collar, a simple one made of brown leather with a silver buckle, adorned with only two D-rings on opposite sides. It went around her exposed neck, and she could not repress the shudder that erupted through her at the sensation of the soft, obviously worn, leather sliding over her skin. 

"That's enough for now," he said after he had buckled it, his voice low. She started at his words; it was the first time he had spoken since she'd been brought down there. He'd never been much of a talker, saving most of his words for when they were in bed, for when he held her down and called her his slut bitch. Blinking, she tilted her head up to look at him, and saw him glance towards the open door of the cage. He nodded towards it. "Get in." Crawling hurriedly into her metal prison, she cursed the hardness of the floor. He latched the door closed and hunkered down to look at her huddled in the back, both arms wrapped about herself. "I'll be back in a couple of hours."

She nodded even though she knew he didn't need an answer from her, silent as he gathered up the pieces of her shredded clothing and the empty bowl. She wanted to ask for some water but didn't know how. How was she to communicate with him? Did he really mean for her to make noises like an animal? Hugging her knees closer, she licked her dry lips and watched him walk from the room.

Two hours felt like twenty. There was no way to get comfortable, with thin bars for walls and a metal tray for a floor, and after a while she gave up trying. The room wasn't cold but she felt chilled, sitting on a piece of stainless steel that clanged alarmingly whenever she shifted positions. It was hard not to give in to tears and, after a while, it was harder not to give in to the urge to scream and wail and beg to be released. A small metal tag dangled against the side opposite the door; desperate for anything to take her mind off her ordeal, she stumbled closer for a look. All it said was "Midwest Model 1048." She sniffled, threading her fingers through the criss-cross of wires, clutching helplessly until her hands ached.

Finally, the opening and closing of an unseen door told her he was back. She bolted upright before he even entered the room, her heart racing with anticipation. Then, suddenly ashamed of her impatience to see him, she wedged herself into the back corner of the cage. 

He unfastened the latch and let the door swing open, bending down to look at her. "What's the matter?" He patted the floor, giving a four tone whistle as if calling a puppy, each note a higher pitch than the one before. 

The heat returned, this time flushing through her whole body in a searing wave. It burned its way up and out of her throat in a low moan, and he must have taken it for a sound of protest because he sighed, reached in, and grabbed her collar. The harsh jerk he gave it hurt her throat, and he gave her no time to recover before starting to drag her towards the open cage door, towards him. He'd left the collar loose enough not to constrict her neck as she was pulled along, but her uncontrolled thrashing kept him from getting her all the way out.

With a disgusted sneer, he dumped her onto the concrete, legs still inside the cage. She hit the hard surface with a thump and yelped, starting to cry when he flipped her onto her back and pinned her shoulders to the floor. Her hands came up reflexively, as if to ward him off, but he slapped them aside and leaned over her. "Quit thrashing around, you silly little bitch," he snapped, sounding more impatient than angry.

She went very still, almost holding her breath. Tears continued to trickle. Her fingers curved into fists; they stung. His hands moved to her collar and she felt him fiddle with it; an extra weight and a light tug told her he'd clipped something to it. He held up the end of a thick black leash and waggled it at her warningly. No words were necessary for her to understand: If she didn't behave, she'd soon be wishing she did. Wide, tear-filled eyes fixed on his face and she nodded slightly.

He smiled as he stood up, giving her a few moments to slowly roll over and push herself up onto sore limbs, and started towards the entryway. The leash felt heavy; the metal clip made a soft clicking noise against the D-ring it was attached to when she moved, a relentless reminder of what she had been reduced to. She bowed her head and crept along the unyielding concrete floor, sighing with relief when he led her into the adjoining room, which was carpeted in a soft beige. Her eyes darted around. Wooden stairs led up to a door, presumably to the rest of the house, and two smaller doors, both closed, broke up one of the walls. 

An opened case of bottled water was at the end of the couch, which was the only furniture in the room. Seeing it made her remember how thirsty she was, and she couldn't stop herself from staring at it with her mouth open. He glanced down at her, following her gaze. "Want some water, girl?" She started nodding before he finished speaking, and hurried to follow when he went to pick up a bottle. To her surprise, he opened it and poured some water into his cupped palm and held it in front of her. She hesitated, not wanting to lap water from his hand but....

Shame blossomed anew in her chest as she gave in to the inevitable and drank the water he offered. He made her lap up every drop of water before pouring more, forcing her to run her tongue across the coarse skin of his palm. Hot tears filled her eyes once more and she cried quietly as he let her drink her fill; she had never before felt so humiliated.

She didn't know it then but it was about to get worse. Shortening the leash in his hand, he led her to one of the closed doors and opened it. A grassy backyard loomed beyond the threshold. Desperation engulfed her suddenly and she twisted up onto her knees to plead, "Please, I don't--"

He cut her off with a slap, hard enough to send her back onto her hands, and followed it with a sharp downward jerk on the leash. Her face burning from the blow, she crouched at his feet, steeling herself for further punishment. "Why do I waste my time with inexperienced little brats?" he muttered, yanking several times on the leash to get her over the threshold and onto the grass. A stockade fence enclosed the entire area as far as she could see, disappearing towards the front of the house along either side. Beyond the fence, no other houses were in sight. She looked up into the cloudless sky and shivered, hating how exposed she felt. Was he going to fuck her right there on the ground like an animal? Would anyone hear her if she screamed? She pushed the appalling images from her mind.

But he didn't even touch her. "Go on, piss," he said, jiggling the leash. Her mouth dropped open and she swung her head around to stare at him in disbelief. Did he just say to.... "Piss." His impatience sounded ominously close to turning into anger, and her head shook in incredulous refusal even as she tried to force the right muscles to relax. Her stomach clenched with the effort, and she let out a soft wail of distress when she succeeded, a cascade of hot liquid gushing down her parted legs to soak into the ground. 

The sharp smell of urine rose around her and she hung her head dejectedly. How much lower would he make her go? When he tugged her head towards the ground, she did not resist, sinking until her cheek pressed into the soft grass. He tucked the leash under his foot, leaving her almost no slack at all, and pushed his hand against her piss-soaked bikini briefs. Mortified, she could only whimper in protest as he shoved the sodden material between her pussy lips and rubbed it over her clit. Her hips jerked; she fought the urge to buck away from his rough hands, gritting her teeth when he forced the wet panties partway into her together with his fingers. Then he hooked a finger under them and pulled; the wet cotton ripped easily and was tossed aside.

The finger returned to invade her pussy. One quickly became two, then three, making her squirm in discomfort. He plunged them deep, fucking her in short, fast jabs. Chuckling softly to himself, he murmured, "You're finally getting to be worth the trouble." Soon, it became clear what he was amused about: the movement of his fingers in and out were accompanied by a faint sucking sound. Despite everything, her pussy was soaking wet with arousal. Whatever was left of her shattered dignity evaporated at that moment.

He stepped behind her and she heard the sound of a zipper, then clothing being tossed onto the ground some distance away. Was he really going to fuck her like this? With her kneeling in a puddle of her own piss? It was too much, she couldn't take-- His cock slid into her with ease, guided by the slippery wetness. He was squatting over her, angling his thick erection down to feed it slowly into her tight pussy. She wasn't a virgin but she also wasn't experienced, definitely nowhere near as experienced as she had claimed to be. He pressed his hands onto her back, resting some of his weight on her to keep her in position, and sunk lower with a groan as he filled the squirming girl.

Struggling to stay quiet, she succeeded until he started to move inside her. There was no finesse in this fucking: he pulled his cock out almost all the way, then plunged it back in, forcing soft cries from her each time it thrust her open anew. In that position, he felt larger than he really was, his punishing hardness seeming to travel endlessly deep, hitting her cervix until she began to whimper in pain, hands clenching. That seemed to spur him on into a climax, grinding his hips ruthlessly into her upturned ass to make sure his cock was as deep as possible when he came. 

He held himself tightly against her, his cock twitching and spurting inside her pussy. Even though it had taken only a few minutes, she was already sore, unused to such abrupt roughness. With a groan, he jerked his softening cock from her, and stumbled a couple of feet away to sprawl out on the grass. Not daring to get up without permission, she raised her head slightly to look at him, humiliation growing as she waited, feeling the fresh come dribble down her spread thighs to mix with her piss. 

He had taken off his shirt and was lying naked on his back. Slowly, he stretched towards her, one hand reaching for the end of the leash. Then, rolling to his feet in one quick movement, he tugged her up. She couldn't stop shaking while she stumbled across the grass to follow him back into the house. The second closed door opened to reveal a bathroom, only it wasn't like any bathroom she'd seen before. There was no bathtub or sink, just a standard white toilet on one side and a detachable showerhead mounted to the opposite wall. The entire room was tiled, and sloped gradually towards a round floor grate in a corner. So eager was she to get clean that she nearly pushed past him to get to the shower, the sticky smell of semen mingling with the sharp tang of urine starting to overwhelm her.

Unclasping her leash, he nudged her up to the far wall as he took the shower head down and adjusted the water flow and temperature. The first gush of clean water over her back was heaven; she almost purred in relief, her body sagging under the warm spray. She didn't even mind when he unfastened her bra, leaving her finally naked. He'd already made her piss herself, fucked her, and filled her with his come; what did it matter anymore? He let her sit on the tile floor as he soaped her breasts and belly, slapping lightly at her thighs to make her open them wide. She blushed when he lathered her pubic curls, and was unable to hold back a whimper when he pushed soapy fingers into her sore pussy. Then she shrieked in alarmed surprise as he wormed a finger between her ass and the floor, and up into the even tighter hole there.

Apparently he had been expecting such a reaction from her. Before she could struggle away, he pushed her onto her back, moving between her spread legs at the same time. Was he going to fuck her ass? She panicked, and screamed, "NO!" He leaned over her as she writhed on the slick tiles, his finger digging deeper into her virgin ass.

"Please. Don't," she sobbed, not caring that she was breaking the rules by speaking. 

He ignored her. "Oh yes," he murmured, setting his shoulders against her trembling calves and pushing forward until she was almost folded completely over. 

You're being violated, her mind screamed, violated against your will. This wasn't what she'd agreed to. She'd never agreed to being finger-fucked in the ass on the shower floor. Still, the digit sawing in and out of her clenching hole and the hard tiles biting into her back told her that that was exactly what was happening. His thumb pressed into her clit, matching each thrust of his finger into her asshole with a gentle stroke over the sensitive tip.

She let out a shuddering gasp. He laughed, suddenly, and pushed away from her, leaving her empty and reeling under the shower spray. "Horny little bitch, aren't you?" he commented in a casual tone, turning off the water. At that moment, she hated him, hated him for doing this to her, hated him for making her want him. 

After he toweled her dry, he fed her dinner, pieces of grilled chicken mixed with rice on a plate, and returned her to her cage for the night. This time he left her a soft fleece blanket to curl up in, still not the most comfortable way to sleep but better than laying on metal. She didn't think she'd ever be able to fall asleep but the events of the day had exhausted her, and she started to doze off even as her body shivered in discomfort.

* * *

She woke disoriented. There were no windows to tell her if it was morning. The sound of her own breathing was the only sound she heard. Blearily, she rubbed sore muscles and longed to be able to stretch, knowing it would be useless to try to sleep more. As her mind slowly untangled itself from the foggy tendrils of sleep, returning awareness made her cover her face in confused despair. How long was he going to keep her here? What other torments did he have planned for her? Her imagination would not be stopped, throwing up image after image, depraved scenes that shook her into a trembling near panic. It was a long wait before he came.


Cage Dance



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The girl crawls into the metal cage, she turns with a start as she hears the gate of the cage close behind her fiery auburn hair cascading over the white silk clutched in her tiny fingers as she holds it closed around her. The girl turns slowly, backing away as she sees the hunger in the eyes of the strong men that surround the cage. She turns with a start as someone reaches through the bars and tugs at the silk.

The girl's eyes filled with fear, her shoulders tremble as she stands in the center of the cage thankful for the bars that protect her from the touch of the Masters. Her body quivers beneath the silk when suddenly her arms are flung wide as if tugged by unseen bindings. She struggles to pull the silk back around her shamed of her nakedness she gasps and struggles against the restraints as the white silk sheet is torn from her and falls from the cage now covered only by the collar of a slave girl with a single white ribbon tied to it and the bells of a slave around her tiny waist.

The girl sinks to her knees, trying to escape this exposure, tears springing in her eyes as she hears the laughing of the Masters. She raises her hands above her head pleading for this not to happen. Her auburn hair cascading over her back as the tears shimmer over her cheeks her head turns quickly her auburn hair whipping around her shoulders as she hears the crack of a whip and the command of her Master. She slowly rises to her feet her thighs parted the innocent treasures between her thighs glistening she closes her eyes and draws her fingers over her gentle curves slowly she gasps as if the touch of her fingers burn.

The girl knows her Master has trained her for this dance, yet she is not sure she is ready she draws her fingers up through her hair lifting it from her neck as she tips her head back her hips rolling rhythmically but with passion perhaps if she just finishes what He taught her. He will let her return to her kennel away from the piercing glaze of the Masters. Her hips sway to the driving beat her slave bells beginning to ring, the fire in her belly grows. Her arms snake out from her body she flings her head down to submission to the Masters her hair whistling through the air she hears the music swell her eyes widen as her belly quivers what is this feeling that stirs within her.

The girl lifts her head and looks again at the Masters a fire burns in her dark blue eyes a desire she has never known before her firm full breasts rising and falling with each gasping breath the nipples darkening as they swell and harden like ripe ramberries. She paces to the edge of the cage her breasts parted by the metal bar her arms stretching out reaching for a Master her fingers enticing a Master to approach. Her shaven mound pressed to the metal bar her hips grinding against the bars which now keep her from seeking a Masters touch. She groans in frustration and turns spinning as she moves around the edge of the cage the dance her Master taught her finished now she dances the fire in her belly reaching through the bars to the Masters.

The girl her leg out through the bars her hips grinding against the bar it glistens with the fresh slave oils the sweet oils of her innocence her hips roll and pull with the fiery need that burns in her belly. She wraps her firm ivory leg around the bar her eyes wild with the new found passion she arches her back lowering her hair to the floor of the cage as her fingers caress and stroke the soft flesh of her swollen breasts. She brings her tiny feet to her bottom lifting her writhing hips from the floor, her orchid of pleasure glistening with passions dew.

The girl rises on her knees no longer kneeling as a tower slave but as a true passion slave her thighs parted widely her heat swollen and flushed with the oils of passion. She caresses her belly her shoulders shimmering to the music she lifts her breasts she arches her back and lowers her head to the floor behind her feet her thighs stretched tent pleading to be opened to the Masters as the music fades. She rises from the gorean bow and thanks the Masters for allowing her to dance the dance of the virgin as she steps from the cage.

La kajira.



Cage



He was naked, his long limbs relaxed from what was apparently a good night's sleep. Her eyes were drawn to his cock, soft and seemingly harmless. She wondered what would happen today. Surely he would fuck her again? Maybe he would even let her--

"Come." He had opened the cage door and was walking towards the exit to the backyard. She followed, performing her bathroom duties as quickly as she could, hating that he watched as she did. He cleaned her up, fed her -- breakfast, mercifully not oatmeal this time but cereal in skim milk -- and untangled her long hair with surprisingly gentle hands while she ate. She was allowed to brush her own teeth and braid her own hair, and it felt almost strange to be allowed use of her own hands. All of this was done quietly; he spoke no more than a few words to her, and those only to tell her what to do next.

He handed her a razor and a container of shaving gel. Confused, she looked from the items to his face. He smiled. "I want that little cunt shaved." Momentarily relieved, she nodded; she'd done it before. Then he added, "And you'll keep those legs spread so I can watch, won't you?" Helpless to stop the blush she knew was spreading from her neck to her hairline, she nodded again, shuffling over to the shower faucet to turn it on.

She spread the foaming gel over her trimmed pubic hair, keeping her legs open as he had ordered. It was difficult not to look at him; he had taken a seat on the lowered toilet lid, his hands toying idly with his cock, and her eyes kept straying to its rapidly stiffening length, until she nearly cut herself. Dogs don't shave themselves, she thought furiously, so if you're going to treat me like some bitch in heat, why don't you shave me yourself? Almost as horrified as if she'd blurted it out loud -- What was wrong with her? And why would she rather have someone take a sharp razor to her most delicate parts? -- she tore her eyes away and forced herself to concentrate on her task.

When the leftover shaving gel was rinsed away, leaving her with the discomfiting sensation of being completely bare, she looked up to see his erection bobbing in front of her face. She hesitated a moment, then leaned up to flick her tongue across the tip. His pre-cum tasted slightly sweet. She started to slide her lips over it, and to her surprise, he pulled away.

"Just lick it, girl," he said softly, wrapping long fingers around the base of his cock to hold it still. Her face burned at the implied meaning. She lapped slowly at the ridged head, moving gradually down the length, breathing in the smell of soap on his skin as she pressed her tongue to his balls. He groaned and nudged her with the tip of his cock, smearing precum across her cheek. Obediently, she applied her tongue to the end, pressing gently into the tiny slit there. He groaned again and stepped to the side, pointing to the toilet where he had been sitting. "Get over here." 

She turned off the water and scrambled to him, wincing as her knees scraped across the floor tiles. He grasped her collar firmly and pulled her to her feet, kicking them apart while she was still trying to get her balance. Stumbling slightly, she reached out and braced her hands against the back of the toilet, her breath catching in her throat as he quickly sheathed himself in her still-sore pussy. He bent her back into a painful arch, both hands on her collar, pulling hard enough that she had to struggle for each gasp of air. Being fucked in that position made her feel like she was going to break in two, and she mewled her helpless protests, silently begging him to finish quickly. 

But as his thrusts grew more forceful, so did the way he wrenched on her collar, until she found herself scrabbling frantically at her throat, unable to breathe. He somehow kept his cock inside her as she bucked and twisted wildly, slipping out only when he abruptly released her and she collapsed onto her knees. With her body partly draped over the toilet, she let out a few sobbing coughs, hands still tugging at the collar even though it was loose again. When she finally stopped spluttering, he wordlessly pushed her down onto her back and knelt between her legs to slide his cock back into her slippery pussy. As she stared up at him, she felt tears well up and trickle from the corner of her eyes. His smug smile only intensified her feelings of shame.

He fucked her slowly, filling her deeply with each inward thrust until she couldn't help but moan, until she couldn't stop herself from writhing under him. Like a bitch in heat, she thought to herself, hating the flush of humiliation that burned through her, and hating him because, surely, he would know why she was so ashamed. His eyes told her he did. Several times, she felt herself come close to orgasm, and let out a frustrated squeal when it was denied; he was thrusting faster now, his hands holding her legs open, fingers digging into her thighs as he fucked her hard enough to push her body across the floor. 

He pulled out of her with a groan, his cock jerking as it splattered come over her stomach and breasts. Frustration welled up in her and she moaned, fists pounding the air by her side. He stared at her for a while before he got up. Ignoring the flare of ever-present shame, she scrambled onto her hands and knees and grabbed pleadingly at his leg. A knowing smile crossed his face and he tipped his head to one side. "What is it, girl?" 

Need clawed at her. Dignity no longer seemed important. She let out a long, drawn out sound that sounded to her ears like a whine, lowering her head in supplication.

He laughed and shook his head. "Oh no. You have to earn that." Snap of his fingers. "Now turn around and show me your shaved cunt." Slowly, she turned and spread her legs to display her freshly shaved, freshly fucked pussy. Forbidden words stuck in her throat, threatening to turn into another batch of tears. He reached down and patted the smooth, moist mound gently, then tossed a towel at her. "Get yourself cleaned up and back into your cage. I've got some things to do."

Reluctantly, she did as he said, drawing herself into a shivering crouch inside her now familiar jail. He left almost immediately after latching the door, and she kicked at the blanket in frustration. But a short while later, he was back.

"Stick your ass up here." He patted the side of the cage opposite the door. Unsure but with a feeling of dread swelling in her chest, she complied, backing herself up towards where he stood. Her anxiety grew when she realized the side walls of the cage prevented her from looking over her shoulder to see what he was doing. "Stay still." Something touched her asshole and she jumped. He made a soft shushing noise and she felt his hands stroke her. "Just a tiny plug for your bottom, girl." Something touched her again and this time she braced herself; a short narrow object with an even narrower neck slipped easily into her ass. "Good girl."

She inspected it after he had gone, feeling around the rubbery round protrusion between her asscheeks. It felt strange, but was small enough not to be uncomfortable even when she sat down. Her sphincter gripped it tightly and she felt the tiny ring of muscle spasm a few times, as if getting used to the intruder. Her pussy throbbed and she wondered if he would know if she masturbated herself to orgasm. "I hate you," she whispered, knowing that she was too afraid of any potential punishments to dare.

Dozing on and off, she was aware that he came down to check on her several times, and would sometimes reach into the cage to wiggle the little plug in her ass. When she squirmed, he would chuckle and take his hand away. She heard him walking around upstairs and wondered what he was doing. It sounds like he's moving furniture, she thought.

Much later, he came in carrying a plate of food and something else she could not identify. He fed her inside the cage and as she bent down to eat, he dangled the object in front of the doorway. She blinked and stared, but did not recognize what it was. When she finished eating, he cupped one hand under her chin, and pushed what felt like a cylindrical piece of rubber into her mouth. Leather straps went around the back of her head and were fastened to her collar. It was uncomfortable; the rubber pulled at the corners of her lips and made her want to bite down every time she swallowed. She made a muffled sound.

"I know you're not a pony, my pet, but the bit gag suits you just the same." He laughed at her bewildered expression. " I can't have you being rude to my party guests, can I?"

Party? Guests? Her mind reeled and she let out a soft gurgle. She didn't know what to think, what to do, or even what to feel except a trembling panic. What kind of guests? He hushed her, his hands gentle as urged her from the cage. Terrified, she followed him to the carpeted room, where he used two short chains to attach her to eyebolts set into the wall, each about two feet from the floor. There was one chain for each D-ring on her collar, and her terror only grew when she realized she would be unable to turn around or get up; all she could do was look to either side, or stare at the wall a mere couple of inches away from her nose. 

The doorbell rang somewhere in the house above. He gave her rump a light pat and left her alone with her thoughts and escalating fears. Who were these people? What were they going to do? Would they hurt her? Her brain leapt from one possibility to another and yet, never did it cross her mind to merely release herself and leave. After all, her hands were not bound. She heard more people arriving, loud laughter, and the sounds of a party getting underway. Without a clock or even a window, she had no concept of time, and had no idea how long she had been left there; half of her wished not to be alone any longer even as the other half lurched in fear of what would happen when someone came down there.

Then came the sound of a door opening from behind her. She tried to look but the chains stopped her short. There were voices, a man's and a woman's.

"Oh God, Michael, he wasn't kidding! He does have a girl here."

The man laughed. "So he does. Want to go check her out?"

"Maybe later." The woman giggled. "When I'm drunk!"

"Let's go get you drunk now!"

She heard the door close, muffling the sounds of what appeared to be a great many people. She breathed a sigh of relief but before her heart could stop racing, the door opened again.

"Fuck! I can't believe it!" A different man's voice. She heard him go down the stairs and walk across the carpet, cringing closer to the wall when he stopped behind her, his hand immediately cupping her bare ass. He mumbled to himself, not bothering to address her at all before unfastening his pants. She whimpered when she heard the sound of the zipper; it was followed by ripping noise of a condom packet being opened. Then, without warning, he entered her, shoving so hard she almost fell forward into the wall, fucking her with quick, jerky strokes, his hands dragging her hips back to meet each thrusts. She moaned when he came, frustrated and relieved at the same time, her pussy achingly wet from being denied release for so long.

The second man to pay her a visit took his time, rubbing the base of her butt plug while he plunged three fingers into her wet hole. "Ah, it's a pity we're not allowed to fuck your ass," he said with a sigh. "I'd love to shove my cock into this tight little fuckhole." She shivered at his words, and shivers turned to trembles when he leaned closer and murmured into her ear, "I bet you scream when you're fucked in the ass."

I've never been fucked there, she wanted to say, but all she managed was a muffled moan. He thrust into her then, his cock wider than the one before, stretching her sore insides as he fucked her rapidly. It took a long time for him to come, his cock pounding her pussy until her arms wouldn't hold her up anymore and she went down onto her elbows. Then he, too, left, to make way for the next in a succession of several faceless men who fucked her pussy raw. One man stripped off his condom and came over her back -- apparently that was allowed -- and another used the plug to fuck her ass while he worked his cock in her pussy. The man she hated the most was the one who spanked her raised cheeks until she screamed into the gag, then shoved his impossibly hard cock into her for a long, brutal session of frenzied thrusting. 

By the time her captor came downstairs, she had been reduced to a sobbing, drooling mess, half leaning against the wall she was chained to. She jerked, chains jingling, when he touched her, his hand going between her legs to cup the puffy lips there. "What a nice, fat, juicy pussy," he slurred; it was obvious that he'd been drinking, and she recoiled. "Now, don't be like that." He squeezed. "You want to come, don't you?" 

Heavy with humiliation, she nodded. 

His fingernails scraped over sensitive skin and she winced. "You get to come only if there's a cock in your ass."

She started to shake.

"You want a cock in your ass, don't you?" The slur was more pronounced now.

She shook her head.

"But you want to come." It wasn't a question.

She nodded.

He took that for assent, unclipping the chains from her collar and hauling her to her feet. After being on her hands and knees for so long, her limbs were unsteady and she stumbled into him. 

"Get into the other room, bitch." Angry now.

He pushed her over the cage, slapping her sore ass until she had it raised high enough to satisfy him. The little plug was removed with a soft pop and he jammed something else against the clenching hole. A cold substance oozed into her. Lubricant. At least he was going to show her that much mercy, she thought, hoping that he would remember it was her first time for anal sex, knowing that he probably wouldn't care even if he did. Her hands felt clammy suddenly; she found the edges of the cage and gripped them.

His cock nudged the backs of her thighs. He pushed them apart more, so he could slide himself along the valley between her cheeks. Some of the lubricant had trickled down and he slipped along easily, coating his cock with the slippery substance. She felt his hands on her lower back, pressing her into the top of the cage, holding her down, no doubt expecting a struggle. The head of his cock slithered into position, the spongy tip pushing against her tightly closed hole, applying a steady pressure that grew into a blossoming prickly pain as it started to gain entrance. Her muffled whimpers were ignored, her virgin hole forced open until the head of his cock was stuffed inside. The throbbing pain was intense and, together with the alien sensation of having a stiff rod up her ass, made her want to scream. 

"God, so tight." He grunted, shifting his feet to get more leverage, and for a moment she though she could almost feel the veins in his cock as it pulsed inside her. Biting down on the rubber bit to stop herself from screaming when he pushed further in, she squeezed the cage bars in her hand until she was sure they had to be cutting into her palms. Sweat trickled between their bodies, the salty liquid making her tender skin sting. He ignored her yelping cries behind the gag, feeding his cock all the way into her ass inch by agonizing inch.

Finally, his balls came to rest against her distended pussy lips. She felt his hand cup her there, fingers pressing into her slippery slit, searching for her swollen clit. Nearly sobbing with both pain and need, she tried to push herself into his hand, only to whimper as her movement made his cock shift. He's tearing me apart, she thought. 

He groaned. "You have to come now. I can't...." His fingers pinched her as he spoke, finding sensitive spots and stroking them quickly. 

She squealed.

He pushed several fingers into her pussy and rubbed his thumb across her clit. She came so hard and fast she thought she was going to faint. Distantly, she heard him groan again, and warmth flooded her insides. Another climax rolled through her and this time she heard herself scream despite the gag.

* * *

Slowly, she became aware of the way the cage bars were pressing painfully into her breasts. Her ass and pussy throbbed, one with pain and the other with pleasure. She pushed herself up slightly and wondered if she had passed out. His voice came from behind her. "Looks like I'll have to give you a proper ass fucking another time." He was sitting on the floor, leaning back on his hands. "Or maybe I'll go upstairs and get a volunteer."

He laughed when she flinched, her distress obvious. Without thinking, she dropped to the floor and groveled at his feet, begging with her eyes and body to be spared the further attentions of his friends. Her anus felt tender and swollen, and the thought of being violated there again so soon, or ever, made her shudder in remembered pain. Still chuckling, he picked up her leash and clipped it to her collar.

It was difficult maneuvering herself up the stairs on her hands and knees. Everything and everywhere seemed to hurt, and her struggle to climb each step only made the pain worse. After what felt like a mountain of steps, they made it to the top and she could hear the sounds of a raucous party taking place on the other side of the door. Beseeching eyes rose to meet his, only to find reflected there an amused indifference to her mortified anguish.

When he opened the door, the noise immediately died down. The gathered crowd had obviously been waiting. Suddenly ultra aware of how she must look, collared, leashed, and gagged, she shrank back against his leg, color suffusing her face. She didn't even know which ones had fucked her earlier! Shaking her head, she mouthed the gag and struggled to say no, and could not stop herself from crying when all that came out was an incoherent burble. He ignored her, raising his hand to receive highfives from friends as he made his way into the crowd, forcing her to follow. She bowed her head and trudged along behind him, enduring the many touches and trying not to react to them and the comments.

"Aww, look what followed him home!"

"Told you she was a sweet piece."

"I think she's crying. Aww, poor baby!"

"You wouldn't believe how tight that pussy is."

"Here, puppy, nice puppy."

"That bitch can lick my dick anytime!"

"Puppy has a nice pussy!" Loud laughter followed the last remark. He stopped walking for a moment and someone took advantage of the opportunity to cup a hand over her shaven mound. Before she could react, the hand was gone and its owner laughingly admonished for "bothering the entertainment." Her vision blurred by tears, she stumbled towards the tug of the leash. Her body trembled with exhaustion.

It was almost a relief when they pulled her up onto a wide, glass-topped coffee table, and placed her in the now-familiar position of head down, ass up. She rested on her elbows, head cradled on her forearms, and felt her thighs being pushed apart until the lips of her pussy gaped. Tears pooled on the glass. Someone ran a finger between the straps of the gag and her cheek, then adjusted them slightly. 

He sidestepped into her field of vision and showed her something that made her eyes widen. For a few seconds, she couldn't figure out what it was, and blinked rapidly to clear her teary eyes. Part of it was easily identifiable as an anal plug, with the customary flared base leading to a narrow neck; it widened abruptly into a conical shape, and ended in a rounded, tapered tip. Something was attached to the center of the circular base, something long and soft-looking, covered with what appeared to be bushy chestnut brown hair. Her mind lurched into the possibilities. Surely it wasn't--

"A tail!" someone, a woman, squealed with glee, to more laughter.




Cage



She broke down into loud sobs, her crying distorted by the rubber gag wedged between her teeth. Cool hands spread her still tender buttocks apart and her anus contracted, renewing the soreness that she had thought was gone. She felt the tip of the plug, wet with lubricant, touch the ring of clenched muscle, and let out a soft whine of misery. A sensation of spiky pain radiated out from her newly deflowered asshole; it grew as the plug began its unavoidable descent between her quivering buttocks, swelling into a hot tearing pain as the widest part of it forced her open. Her hands grasped helplessly at the air, her body slick with a fine layer of sweat, and she breathed out a muted moan at the abrupt relief that came when it popped into her anal passage, the furry tail hanging down to brush the backs of her thighs.

A collective "ooh" rose from the audience, several people reaching out to tug on her new appendage, making her moan each time the plug pulled at her from inside. Somebody applauded. There was much laughter and chattering, but for a while she heard nothing save the drumming of her heart and the throbbing ache in her ass.

Someone piped up. "Where's Inuchan?"

There was a murmur of voices and the shuffling sound of many people trying to move as a group. A shrill whistle cut through the burning haze of thoughts and sensations in her head and body, and her head jerked up almost involuntarily at the sharp noise. Somebody pushed through the crowd, a tall man holding a leash. He has cruel eyes, she thought vaguely, quivering in anticipation of being taken by him. The man stopped at her side but he wasn't looking at her; and the leash, oh, it was attached to--

A person crouched on the ground by his feet. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw him, a slender Asian man wearing a thick leather collar studded with short silver spikes. Save for that, he was naked, sinewy muscles wrapped in dozens of colorful tattoos, or perhaps it was just one huge tattoo; she couldn't tell. Briefly, he glanced up at her, giving her the impression of near-black eyes ringed with either bruises or makeup in a thinly angular face.

"Inu." At the sound of what had to be his name, the young man looked up. She saw dark splotches that could only be bruises along his side where one part of his tattoo ended and another began in a swirling rush of deep red ink. Fire, she thought suddenly, it burns all over him. She couldn't stop her eyes from darting to his erect cock to see if it was also tattooed; it wasn't, but several silver rings dangled between his legs, suggesting a scrotal or perineum piercing. "... fuck her?" She caught only the last part of the question, but choked back a strangled gasp at what she knew had to be coming.

Dark eyes turned back to look at her, sweeping over her body in a way that made her tense up, and slowly, he nodded. As if he would say no, her mind screamed, and you can't say no either. Hands reached for her then, pulling her to the floor, positioning her on her hands and knees. The tail swung from side to side, tickling the backs of her legs, never letting her forget for a moment that a fat plug held it securely in her ass. He crawled towards her with a lanky grace, his gaze locked onto hers, thin lips curving into a small smile. When he was close enough to almost bump into her, moments before she would have shied away, he rose up onto his knees and grasped her face gently with both hands. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her deeply, his tongue probing her mouth until she moaned.

The moan turned into a surprised squeal when they were dragged apart. The audience laughed and several people scolded him for being naughty, but everyone watching was obviously enjoying the show. She was pushed back into position, and flinched when she saw and heard him dealt a sharp slap across the face by the man who was apparently his master.

"Go to it before I change my mind and have her fuck you instead."

Only a little cowed by the slap, he slunk behind her, brushing the bushy tail aside with one hand as he knelt between her legs. He bent over her, his longer legs allowing him to fit his body snugly to hers, his belly against her buttocks, pressing the plug uncomfortably into her. His arms wrapped around her waist, and as he shifted and his cock bumped between her legs, her mind obligingly summoned images she had seen of mating dogs, the male clutching the female underneath as he rutted away atop. It didn't take him long to align his cock with the right hole and enter her with a grunt, silver rings clinking softly between their legs. She mewled, sore pussy walls gripping the thick intruder as if they had not already been breached by several others. 

Someone whooped and laughed. There was a smattering of applause and several people started calling out encouragements.

"Come on, Inuchan, make her scream!"

"Boy sure knows how to mount a bitch!"

"Inu, I think she likes you!"

If he hadn't been holding onto her, she would have fallen. Her arms, already fatigued, shook with the strain of bearing her own weight, but her relief at having her body supported in his tight embrace was quickly overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock jabbing rapidly in and out of her. She heard him growl near her ear, his hips bucking in a series of staccato thrusts that made the butt plug feel as though it was embedding itself even deeper into her bowels, and could answer with only a weak whimper.

"Hey Joe, looks like your boy is about to shoot already," someone called out.

"Who can blame him? I'm sure Joe doesn't let him get his pole in a hole all that often."

They laughed. Hearing them seemed to make him speed up, his arms tightening around her as he slammed her so hard her entire body jolted forward with each thrust. His cock, which was short but wide, prodded the plug from the inside, and there was never a moment's reprieve from feeling stuffed full of punishing hardness. Then he made a noise like a gurgling howl, his hips grinding into her asscheeks, pelvic muscles twitching as he emptied himself inside her. 

Almost immediately, he slipped out, his cock still semi-hard. When he let go of her, she collapsed onto her side with a stifled groan, not realizing until then that she'd been biting down on the rubber bit. Forcing herself to relax her mouth muscles, she curled into a fetal position, no longer caring about keeping her position. Someone pulled her tail, twisting it to make her hips squirm in protest, but even as she tried to wriggle away, she did not get up.

Conversation went on above her. Her most recent violator had returned to the feet of his master and was hunkered down in a feral crouch, his gaze focused intently upwards. Did he really live like this? All the time? How long...? She was too drained to come up with any answers. His master, the man they called Joe, made a gesture in her direction and the lithe young man rose at once to obey, moving alongside her bent form with the same curious grace she had noticed earlier. He cocked his right leg, lifting it like a dog about to--

Pee on me; he's going to pee on me, her mind screeched. Her mouth dropped open and her jaw worked soundlessly against the stiff gag as she stared at his cock in a kind of suspended belief. The scrotal piercing was evident now, two sets of three linked rings, dangling loosely while he held his leg up over her hip. He grunted, a note of distress in the sound, and her eyes flew to his face; she saw the strain in the way he bit his lower lip, brows drawing together over anxious eyes as he tried to obey his master's order. The triple rings swayed, drawing attention to his struggle to force pee through his semi-hard cock. Then, accompanied by a guttural moan of obvious discomfort, stuttering sprays of yellow liquid burst over her. She shrieked, arms coming up to cover her head in a futile gesture as she was drenched by spurt after spurt of hot pee.

"What the fuck are you people doing? Jesus Christ, not on my living room carpet, you fuckers!"

Drunken giggles could be heard in the crowd surrounding them. Dimly, she wondered where her jailer had been, to miss the special party entertainment that had been going on. He pushed his way between two snickering friends, slapping Inu's leg down as he did so. She saw the smaller man shudder, the effort of stopping the flow of urine almost as great as getting it started.

"Can't leave you guys alone ... motherfuckers ... fucking clean this ...." His angry voice faded in and out. Maybe I'm the one fading in and out, she thought vaguely. She blinked to clear her vision, but the dark blotches only seemed to increase in size and number....

She fainted.

* * *

Possibly to be continued.



Caged



David checked the bars one last time. He was as certain as he could be that they would hold. They had no other recourse if they didn't. There wasn't another human soul around for miles, of course. But there was always a chance that someone could wander this deep into the forest and happen upon the same cabin they had found, so building a soundproofed cage inside was the prudent decision. Locking themselves up at times like these was their last chance at protecting themselves.

Jennifer crept up from behind, wrapping her arms around his body. Already they could feel the first stirrings. Her body, fully nude, was as warm as his. And ever since it happened, she was never this uninhibited except when a full moon was close.

They had been condemned to this existence ever since their camping trip, at a site not too far from the cabin they were occupying. Their best friend, Tara, was the first to be killed, when it then sank its jaws into Jennifer. Only a shotgun round from David had distracted it long enough to attack him as well. Another blast, deadly enough to kill any other beast, forced it to run off. They thought they were safe then. Relieved even as daylight the next morning revealed their wounds had been superficial, when they had collapsed in their own blood the night before.

By the next full moon, they knew better.

Still, it had brought David and Jennifer closer together. Their cursed existence drove them away from their friends and family, and all they had was each other. Their warm embrace on nights like these was, for the moment, enough for the two of them to keep going. On the three nights of the full moon, they were werewolves. But until then, they were merely lovers.

"I love you, David," she said, staring deeply into his eyes.

"I love you, too. No matter what happens," he replied.

It wouldn't be long until the beasts within them took over. Even now, their animals were aroused by each other's sexual attraction. But this was a moment for sensual passion, as they locked lips and ran their hands across each other's bodies. David's manhood, as stiff as an arrow, had entered her slowly. He guided her down onto the cold, hard floor. Jennifer moaned in pleasure as his cock pushed into her pussy. He was gentle, and she liked the great care he was taking, as the spartan accommodations of their cage did them no favors.

David ran his lips across her neck, down to her breasts as he thrust a little harder, making sure she received all of it. They would not last long at this rate, and it was just as well with their instincts slowly taking over and the wolves inside them ready to break loose. Still, David was determined to satisfy Jennifer's desire for sensual passion. He owed that to her, as he was the one that persuaded her to come along for the camping trip. He regretted that decision every moment since they were attacked. She was such a delicate woman, and to think about her turning into a snarling beast every full moon was sometimes too much for him to bear.

"Hurry, David," she cried out in between her moans, "I don't think I can hold on much longer."

In between their thrusts, David looked at Jennifer. Every so often, she opened her eyes to see her lover. The green in her eyes had now become a distinct yellow, the first sign of the wolf emerging. He was sure he was also showing the same changes. As their bodies thrashed together, their skin had become so hot that the cold air inside the unheated cabin was no longer a bother.

David tightened up, ready for release. Jennifer let out a pained moan, as she herself was nearly ready to cum. As slow and gentle as he wanted to be, it had to be quick and rough. When their juices released and mingled with each other so close to the full moon, they had found that their wolves would be satisfied, if only for a minute. But there was a threshold in their transformations when there was no turning back the dreaded changes, and it was coming soon.

He grew frustrated, already running his tongue across the sharpening canines in his mouth. With Jennifer's lengthening claws digging into his back, he didn't want to be the werewolf so soon. He needed to cum. Faster David and Jennifer thrusted, as their moans turned into snarling growls only their beasts could make.

"David!" Jennifer cried in both fear and anger, "David, I'm changing too fast!"

Ironically, the swelling of David's cock brought Jennifer to orgasm faster. She came almost at the moment he did, with her cum coating his member. They cried out loud in unison, and when their moans bounced off the walls of the cabin, their sounds came back as human. As the full moon burned against their bodies and beckoned the cursed change, their wolves were kept at bay.

Jennifer and David collapsed in a heap on the floor. They lay on their backs, trying to catch their collective breaths. They felt the ecstasy they had always felt when they made furious love, knowing full well it was to be short-lived. They held hands, examining each other. Their claws had retracted, David's penis had returned to normal and the swelling of Jennifer's muscles had subsided. They would come back soon, of course. But at least they knew that they had defeated their beasts, if only for a moment.

"Are you OK?" David asked.

"For now," Jennifer replied, thinking back to how close the werewolf was to breaking free, "The wolf, it's so powerful. I can feel it."

"Me, too."

"What if this cage doesn't hold, David? What do we do, then?"

David held her delicate cheeks in her hands. "It's going to be alright. We're going to be alright."

"I hope so," she said, "I hope so...I hope...David!"

Jennifer's eyes rolled into her head. Clutching the floor, she arched backwards, as the full moon from the window above shone against her skin. The beast's desires no longer sated, it was truly ready to be unleashed.

"David, help me!" she cried in fearful desperation, terrified of what she was to become.

"Don't fight it, Jennifer! Don't--argh!"

There was no helping Jennifer, as David began his own transformation into a werewolf. His beast, spiteful that it had been kept at bay by their lovemaking, had forced the transformation with greater momentum than initially there. Dark brown hair sprouted from the backs of David's hands, as the coat of fur that would keep the werewolf warm began to spread from the human's armpits and pubes. "No! No!" he resisted to no one in particular. He crawled along the floor, reaching for the bars of the metal cage, feeling a desire for freedom that the woods had offered. The metal would hold, at least for now, and all David could do was clutch the bars and snarl, calling out to the moon.

Jennifer was in as much pain. She grew a foot in height, with muscles bulging all over her body. Her strength as a werewolf would rival David after his own transformation, and that sort of power frightened her. She tasted blood on her lips as her gums bled from her sharpening teeth. She was both afraid of the change but also aroused by the sweet taste on her tongue, knowing full well she would want more. "Ahh! Ahh!" she cried in agony, but the beast would not let up.

They had become so hairy, with Jennifer enveloped in golden yellow and David covered in brown, that they had begun to tug on their coats, almost ashamed they had become like this and hoping their fur could be ripped off. It only beckoned the curse further along the transformation.

Their bones cracked and reformed themselves to suit the wolves that were coming out. Though they could still support themselves on two feet, they fell down to all fours as their hands stretched out and grew deformed claws that clicked against the cement floor. They would need the swiftness their limbs provided them to chase down the meat their animals desired. Rabbit, deer...

No! The wolf mindset was taking over too quickly! Instinctively, David and Jennifer fought in vain to keep from thinking like wild, savage beasts. They anchored their thoughts on each other, and their love despite the curse they shared.

Their wolves knew all too well to turn it against them. A curious scent filled the nostrils of David's nose, which had already begun to deform into an animal snout. It was Jennifer's scent, a mix of human sweat and the heat of an emerging animal. It had aroused his animal, just as it had kept it at bay not minutes ago. "Arr--rrrr," came from David. His cock swelled once more, pointing upwards to the sky and growing in size as a sheath, as furred as the rest of his body enveloped it. His member felt heavy against the walls of this new sheath as his balls tightened up between his legs. The wolf's desire for meat was undone by a now growing desire for sex, also apparent in the female.

Jennifer's thoughts became clouded in instinct and hunger as the transformation continued. She could smell the other animal in the opposite corner of the room, and she was excited to know he was as willing as she was to mate. They had done it moments before but the memory had quickly been brushed aside to accommodate the changes. All she knew was that her nipples, a set of four growing beneath a pair of large and still growing breasts, needed to be pleasured by a hot, long tongue of another animal. A werewolf.

"AaaaaawooooooOOOOO!"

Jennifer and David cried out in unison, echoing against the soundproofing of their dungeon. The change was simultaneous, and their tails were no exception. Their respective tailbones had broken out of their skin, growing in length and inclination to wag freely in the air. The transformation was not yet complete, but where there were two people who were embarrassed to be in this state, there now stood two werewolves in mid-change. They had only picked up each other's scent until now, unable to look in the other's direction. Now, when their eyes flashed bright yellow towards each other, their desire was apparent.

It was a struggle, but they met each other on two feet, even as the full moon continued to burn the change out of their bodies. Their faces still had human attributes, and reminded each other who they were, or at least who they used to be on nights other than the full moon. Distant memories told them they were lovers. Even as werewolves, they could still be mates. But Jennifer, once a soft and gentle woman, now needed a more primal, more passionate sort of lovemaking. David never had any such inhibitions. The werewolf's curse only brought his sexual drive even more to the forefront, and the newly formed beast was not afraid to pounce on a potential mate.

He jumped as she jumped, knocking her against the wall and back into the corner of the cage. She was his.

The shewolf growled at the other beast. Her pussy, practically swollen shut by the full moon, needed to be entered. She delighted to see a thick, long cock emerge from the male wolf's furry sheath. The scent was irresistible, and a long tongue reached out to meet it.

"Grrrrr!" the man-beast snarled with pleasure, as the werewolf's juices began to fill up between his legs. A swelling at the base of his cock began to develop as the female's mouth covered it completely, in and out, more and more as her snout, still transforming, lengthened to accommodate such prime wolf meat.

A scream, something of a mix between a man's cry and a wolf's howl, came from his lips, as her teeth pressed against this slowly growing knot. The male arched his back and lifted his head upwards, feeling both pain and pleasure. Out of instinct, he took the female by the hair and lifted her up to meet her gaze. Her scent filled his nose again as they growled at each other. On the chance that he could be rejecting her, she knocked him against the bars of the cage and held him there with all of her might. She needed to be filled, whatever it took.

Of course, his determined matched hers, and a werewolf cock that pointed straight up at the ceiling needed to be pushed into the tight pussy of a now-fully transformed shewolf. Jennifer was no more. Neither was David. They had been pushed aside as the cursed beasts and their hungers were unleashed, first on each other, then on their surroundings.

"AaaaarrrrROOOOO!"

The shewolf cried as the walls of her vagina gave way to a long, thick mass. Her furry body ground against her mate, just as furred and just as muscular as she was. When her howl died down, her jaws clamped down on the male's neck as her claws gripped his back, first tugging at his fur, then digging into his skin. The beast's blood dripped onto the floor as he howled in agony, with no other recourse but to push his cock deeper into her. The female settled her lover onto the cold, hard floor as they continued to mate. Looking at her hands, bloodied from the marks she left on her, the female brought her fingers closer to her mouth to taste its sweetness. Her saliva dribbled onto the male's snout, which exhaled puffs of fire into the cold basement air.

They pushed some more, in and out as the knot continued to form and swell against the female's pussy. Now her hands were pressing against the male's chest, but it wasn't long until the male wanted control, and before he lost it completely, he grabbed hold of her and pinned her to the floor. The male werewolf pulled out of her, revealing a reddened cock that hung in the air.

The female called out to him again, frustrated that he was resisting her. In fact, he only wanted more. He circled around on all fours, figuring in its animal mind that the female would understand the message. She did, and as her claws clicked against the floor and her tail wagged in the air, the shewolf lifted her ass up to meet his cock.

He entered her from behind much easier than when his unlubricated cock struggled against her pussy. The sound of his organ sliding into her again aroused them both. This time, it was the male, nibbling on the female's pointed ears with his snout. His grunts echoed in her ears as they moved in unison again.

They panted like wild animals together, moving faster and faster, almost uncontrollably. The female's ass burned against the male's tight balls, almost ready for release. When they both could take no longer, they both lifted their heads and howled.

"AaaaaROOOOOOOoooo!"

Hot, sticky werewolf cum coated her insides, and her pussy dripped even more spunk onto the floor. The shewolf howled in excitement, awash with pleasure as the male's knot finally penetrated her. They howled in ecstasy some more as his claws dug into her breasts. Squirts of cum from his penis came with each tug at his knot until he was emptied and she was filled.

She collapsed under the weight of her lover, and together they rolled onto their sides as satisfaction filled their bodies. They would no doubt be hungry for more, but all their spent energy lay on the floor as the full moon through the window continued to burn at their skin, beckoning the beasts out into the open.

---

He was still hard as he woke. His cock was softening inside of her, but he could still feel the pressure against his member. His fur, slowly receding, still brushed against hers and tickled at his skin.

He remembered that his name was David. He was still part-wolf, as was Jennifer, but as daylight began to break and the moon dipped into the horizon, he was gaining more and more control of himself. Still wolfish from the curse, all kinds of scents entered his mind. The sweat of his lover, the cold morning air, the blood of fallen animals nearby.

That was when he truly woke up. David pulled out of her still furry vagina. His sheath was still there but shrinking back into his body. When he got over the initial curiosity, he looked around him. They were not far from the cabin; in fact, he could see it in the distance. Shards of glass and pieces of metal bars lay all about the field in front of their self-imposed prison. Despite their mating, there was still a physical hunger that could only be filled by the meat and blood of the forest wildlife.

Jennifer sat up, first examining her hands. Her claws, shrinking but still sharpened, were bloody from the injuries she inflicted on her mate, as well as the destruction they had both wrought on a deer and some smaller animals during the night. As she gazed at her fallen prey around her, images of the night flashed in the back of her mind.

"David?" she said gently.

"It didn't work," he replied.

They both took to rapid breathing, at the horror of their situation. With their cage destroyed by the fury of their beasts, they were incapable of protecting the outside world from their curse.

Jennifer started to cry. David went to embrace her.

"It's alright," he said.

"What do we do now?" she cried.

"I don't know."

"David, just hold me," she said. Her naked body pressed against his as they sat on the grass of the forest, holding each other. Deep down, the werewolves inside of them howled in satisfaction and anticipation. They were finished for now, but the moon would still be full once night came again.



Caged



My life fell into a kind of strange rhythm. In the morning, they lined us up. The cold water was always a shock, but at least it got us clean, at least it washed out all the filth left on us from the previous day. As they toweled us dry, the servants would gossip about the latest scandal; bets at the games, trysts in the castle, bastards born in the street. To we slaves, knowledge of this caliber was hardly useful. I'd been fucked by princes and paupers alike. It seemed to me that if it involved gold or a cunt, they'd get their dick in it.

The march outside was once so frightening. Though we were a staple in this community, many of the passersby ignored our passage. I no longer had the urge to run away, naked and barefooted, through the busy streets of the city. The icy cobblestone hardly bothered me. In comparison to where we were headed, the crisp air and open sky were a treat.

Once inside the den (as they called it), we were each locked into our own cages. They were only big enough to fit one, standing, with little wiggle room. We were on display, but not for sale. We were the slaves that failed to auction, too dumb to write, not pretty enough to warm the bed of some rich lord. So we were rented. It cost a silver piece to get into the den. I'd seen slaves murdered for the price of that silver piece. Girls like me usually just get fucked, which is only so bad the first few days. After a while you don't really care so much. After a while, maybe you start to enjoy it a little. Boys, if they're pretty enough, sometimes they get fucked too. But sometimes the guests just want to kill someone, and it's usually the guys that go.

Mornings are slow. Our usual fare is probably sleeping off last night's drink. I try and get myself wet by thinking about what might happen to me today. I'm hoping it'll be busy later, because then the day goes by quicker, and they don't feed us 'till we get back to the slave quarters at the end of the night. They used to give us breakfast, but there's only so much come you can swallow after eating eggs and bacon before you yack it all up. And the guests don't like that so much. Or maybe some of them do.

The first few guys to come in take other slaves. I watch avidly as the girl in the cage next to me holds onto the bars in front of her as she's taken from behind. Her tits are bigger than mine, and they sway with every enthusiastic thrust of the man behind her. I've always liked watching, at least as long as I can remember, and I can feel my arousal rising. When he comes, I close my eyes and imagine that feeling, that hot, filled feeling. My thighs are slick and I'm ready for my first customer.

A petite gentleman is standing in front of my cage. His clothes are fine but simple, almost a leisure suit, dark gray with a white vest and red shirt. His features are soft, but it's difficult for me to make out the details of his face in the dim light. I'm amazed to see that he's clean-shaven—it's rare that a man doesn't have a mustache at least. "What can I do for you, sweetheart?" I ask.

"Turn around," he says, almost a whisper, husky. I see him tightening the black leather gloves he's wearing before I obey. My rear cheeks press against the bars as I lean forward and I feel his fingers urging my thighs apart. I bet he can feel my fire even through those gloves as he probes down my slick slit. I arch my back, trying to give him better access to my pussy. I'm wet and hungry, probably dripping, and the relief makes my knees weak as he slides two fingers inside me. They curve down and press into the sweet spot, and at the same time, his thumb comes up and rubs a slow circle against my hard clit. Omigod it feels so amazing, I'm sure I groaned out loud.

He leans in close behind me. I can feel his heat, even though he can't get too close. "You like that?" he asks, pressing deeper inside me, his thumb doing wild things to me. "You want to feel my cock?"

"Yes," I gasp. "Please."

I hear the metal clinking of a belt, the sound of a zipper. "Turn around and suck my cock, get it good and wet for you."

I spin and crouch, licking my lips. But when I see his cock, I freeze.

It's a strap-on.

I look up, reassessing my judgment. The slight frame, the hushed voice. This isn't a man—it's a woman, pretending to be a man.

"Is it too big for you?" she asks, mockery in her voice. I press my lips together and take another look at the tool attached to her groin. It's just a cock, pretty lifelike actually. I feel her fingers in my hair and she pushes my head forward, my forehead against the bars. "Suck it, open that pretty mouth."

I want to touch it. To oblige her, I kiss the tip of it, slipping a bit of tongue, raising my eyes to her face. She's watching me. I can smell her sex, musty, wet against the leather harness. The cock tastes different, but not bad. I've had worse in the real thing, in unwashed males, used dicks, filthy men. The clean synthetic material is almost a blessing. It gives a little under my fingers as I pull it closer, my lips sliding over the realistic head. She groans over me as if she can feel it and her fist tightens in my hair.

"That's right," she croons, holding my head still as she pushes into me. "Get it nice and wet. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

Promises, promises. 

I stay quiet as I go through the almost mechanical motions of cocksucking. I can't tell you how many pricks have spread these lips, but this was certainly the first one not made of flesh. I'm just beginning to appreciate the lack of all the things that made it an undesirable activity when she suddenly yanks my head back. A line of spittle breaks between the bobbing end of her dick and my lower lip. "That's enough," she says. "Stand up and spread those legs. I want you to hold onto the top of your cage—like that, yes, now bring your hips forward..."

I'm straining as hard as I can to get my cunt where she wants it. She probes at me with her fingers again, then lifts her gloved hand and licks my honey from her fingertips. Her eyes are on me steadily for this and I refuse to look away. She steps forward and holds my waist steady, my hips almost painfully pressed against the cold iron, and she impales me in one stroke on that long cock. I cry out, not in pain, but relief.

She is relentless. There's no building up, she just pounds away. Though the air in the den is heavy, she's not even panting. I want so badly to wrap my legs around her and grind, feel that dick in the deepest of places inside me. I'm sweating, grasping to the horizontal bars on the top of my cage, coming closer to coming with every thrust.

When I do come, she doesn't stop. Doesn't even pause. I'm standing on my tip-toes, cries ripping from my throat. When my arms start to shake, she commands me, "Don't you dare let go of those bars," and keeps right on fucking me. I don't dare, and I don't dare to ask her to stop. I lose count. My body is wracked by climax again and again, my knees shaking, my mouth dried out. I lick my lips, panting, and look down at her as she's thrusting away. Just beneath the heady scent of my own sex, I can smell her arousal. From what I can tell, she hasn't come yet. She's just fucking me for the sake of the fuck for all I know. I gather my nerve.

"Please, sir," I whisper, "let me suck your cock again."

She stops, looking up at me, deciding. Her finger is on my clit, stroking lazily, but I've come so many times already that even that gentle touch is almost painful. 

"All right," she says, and steps back, sliding out of me. The cool air, the emptiness is a shock, but I close my thighs together and kneel down, my arms tingling as blood recirculates. I don't hesitate to take as much of her length in my mouth as I can, unperturbed by the layer of my come thick along it, sucking like my life depended on it. I'm still breathing heavy, my heart pounding. I take my chance while I can, sliding one hand down the length of her cock, bumping against the supple leather harness and quickly slipping a finger between it.

She gasps. But doesn't pull away. In fact, she pushes forward, nudging the head of her cock against the back of my throat. I keep sucking, stroking with my tongue, as I locate her slit and stick first one, then two fingers inside her. I feel her hands on the back of my head again, fingers curling and tangling in my hair. Her legs spread a little, belt buckle jingling. "F-f-f-f-f-f-uck yes," she whispers. Her hips buck, taking my mouth with almost the same ferocity as she took my cunt.

The rhythm grows erratic, her pussy contracting around my fingers. She's as wet as I'd ever been, hot. When she comes, she shoves against my jaws and holds my head steady as if she's shooting down my throat. Her entire body shudders.

Inexplicably, she shoves my hand away, yanks her cock from my mouth. The corners of my lips are sore and my groin is throbbing, though from hunger or use, I couldn't say. She tucks her cock into her pants and tucks in her shirt, does up the fly, buckles her pants. I stay crouched, hands steadying my body on the bars, looking up to her. She avoids my gaze completely. The transaction is over.

I watch her leave, and even from behind any hint of a female figure beneath the suit is hidden. This interaction is just one unique stone in a riverbed of rocks. Though as I feel my mind slipping back into the usual stoic, bored state, I can't help but notice something else there. Something a little like curiosity.



Caged?!



Grown men don't cry, do they?

They do. And I am crying.

I am crying, begging and pleading for the agony to stop; wishing and desperately hoping that she will yield and show mercy to me, but I know my cause is hopeless. She will not submit to my pitiful cries and deep down, I do not want her to.

My situation is somewhat strange: I separated from my wife and moved into a one half of a small country cottage on the outskirts of a plush village a few weeks before Christmas. I was welcomed by my new neighbour: a playful, cheerful young lady called Natalie, when she returned from her holiday. The walls were thin, but it was relatively cheap to rent, and I had a bedroom, shower, kitchen and living space as well as a shared garden that was not overlooked. It was perfect as I adjusted to my new life as a single man.

A shortage of ready cash meant that I intended to see in the New Year at home, and on learning that I would be alone, Natalie invited me to her flat for her "get together" with her friends. The cynic in me thought that if I was upstairs with her, then she wouldn't need to worry about the noise that her party made, but I appreciated the company.

I brought a couple bottles of wine, and was introduced to all of Natalie's friends, who were upwardly mobile, ambitious but borderline alcoholics and by the time Big Ben was bonging, it was just Natalie and myself who were not comatose or incoherent. "What's your New Year resolution?" She asked with glazed eyes as we talked alone in the kitchen, both of us keen to be away from the totally inebriated individuals.

"I'm going to lose weight," I promised. "I need to lose a couple of stone and it won't shift."

"You really want to?" She enquired. "I mean really want to?" She looked at me, trying to decide something as she appeared pensive. I never realised at the time, but on reflection there was a reticence and excitement in her facial expression that oozed scheming witch and screamed warning signals. "I have a plan that will make you lose weight but ..." She hesitated and peered through the doorway to her lounge, to check she wasn't being overheard. "It's not for the feint-hearted, but my friend lost over two stone by August and it works."

"Are you a fitness instructor?"

She laughed. "No. This is more ... intimate."

"Intimate?"

She winced and then, obviously feeling unsure of herself, the pretty girl told me to "forget it" but my interest was certainly piqued and I asked her to show me. She smiled and beckoned me into her bedroom, closing the door behind her and opening her bottom drawer, taking out a clear plastic contraption.

"What's that?"

"All the incentive you will need," she promised and knelt down in front of me, unbuckling my belt. I protested and asked what she was doing. "Trust me," she said, with a wicked grin and shielded her actions from my view. I felt my balls being stretched and touched and then something moving my cock.

"What are you doing?" I asked, feeling apprehensive about what she was planning, when she withdrew her hands and I looked down at my cock padlocked in a clear, perspex sheath, held on with a cock ring that went behind my testicles. "What is this?"

She giggled and held the key in front of my eyes, attached to a silver necklace that she put around her neck with a broad, beaming grin. "I'll weigh you every week," she promised. "Come here every Sunday evening. If you've lost three pounds or more, I'll take the chastity off for the week. If you haven't, it stays on."

"Hey," I moaned instinctively, but her confidence was clear and she tapped the key between her bosom.

"Gareth, two stone, five pound, eight months," she reminded me. "He took up squash, running, golf and walking to work." Her eyes glanced at my encased cock. "And the walls are thin. I hear you and your porn every night," she added with a giggle and tapped the hard plastic. "It will encourage you."

It did; the first four weeks I lost two pound a week and despite my initial misgivings about her scheme, it did work. I was losing weight, but getting desperate. Natalie was quite the minx, putting dirty pictures through my mailbox, or even turning up at my front door, dressed in just lingerie to "borrow some sugar." Not a day went past when I wasn't teased and my inability to masturbate increased my frustration.

On several days, I had to change my underpants at work, such was the volume of pre-cum that leaked from my incapacitated manhood; Natalie revelled in my discomfort and every week congratulated me on my weight loss but refused to relent about the chastity cage.

Four weeks had come and gone since I last orgasmed and as I stood on Natalie's scales, groaned as the reading showed another two pound loss. "Please," I cried, tears starting to form in my eyes. "My balls hurt so much and I just need it. Please, please, please," I begged. My genitals ached from the pain of abstinence, and I was desperate. Desperately pleading with the young lady to bring a hiatus to my torment and allow me access to my manhood for 24 hours; hopelessly begging her to slide the key into my padlock and give me a day, or an hour, or even just five minutes with my cock to alleviate my suffering.

I needed it, but she shook her head, as I buried my face in my hands. It was too much and I needed relief, but she sat on the floor in front of me, and slid open her dressing gown, leaning back against the wall. "Think," she muttered. "Think how good it will be when you are allowed."

The blonde lady averted her eyes and kissed the tip of her finger, tracing the outline of her body as her hand plunged between her bosom and dived underneath her pink dressing gown. I gulped; the feintest hint of bosom, the subtle shapes of her pert orbs sang from underneath the fleecy garment and I groaned; my cock strained in the plastic sheath and my soul weeped a bit more.

I needed relief. I needed to be free, but Natalie would not let me and glided her hand further down her body to touch her thighs and then lift the hem of her dressing gown. She flashed skin at me; the wondrous smooth skin of her inner thigh, openly flaunted at my eyeballs and I shivered; my cock responded and I felt an explosion of horniness engulf me as I whimpered in pain and frustration. "Easy," she teased as her fingers reached the top of her legs, and she parted them.

My whimperings turned into cries; her delicious slit winked at me as my perineum tightened and I fidgeted on the sofa. My eyes were glued to the sight in front of me, as Natalie's finger slid into the folds of her skin and sighed dramatically.

I clenched my fists; eager to release myself but was helpless. I was glued to the chair, I had to see this, but I needed to divest myself of sexual interaction; I could not cope with the temptation and teasing. Natalie knew that my resolve was weak but her fingers glided effortlessly over her clit before circling her button while watching me squirm.

I cried; tears rolled down my cheek as I desperately wanted to play with myself. Everything strained and ached; my lust engulfed me as every fibre of my being needed to touch myself. My soul cried and begged for mercy, hoping that Natalie would yield. But she did not.

She played with her cunt and groaned; her breathing ragged and snatched as her lithe body steadied itself for an orgasm, marked by loud squeals and desperate cries that filled the room.

I was weeping; desperation dripping from every part of my body as I begged, pleaded and beseeched my neighbour to give me the relief that I craved. She laughed. "No," she said firmly and smiled at the pool of pre-cum on her leather sofa. "Why not do a ten mile run tomorrow?" She asked and I nodded eagerly. "Then I might have to unlock you next week." She winked at me with a sly smile. "And then we can do that ... together!"

Now I know how her friend lost so much weight! 



Caged And Confused



Part 1.

The doorbell rang a full three minutes later than we had instructed. After exchanging knowing looks we went to let the girl in. We had told her she was to arrive at 1pm sharp and to dress in a way that reflected her status as a slut. Opening the door we were greeted by the sight of the girl stood with her hands clasped loosely in front of her with her face and eyes down cast. Waiting for our command she simply stood, her long brunette hair cascading down over her slender shoulders. Spending long moments appraising her appearance we simply stood in the doorway denying her any access to the privacy of the studio we had chosen to conduct the session in.

We let the moment drag out for another thirty seconds or so enjoying her discomfort at being in full view of the busy road that passed only a dozen metres or so behind her. We were further amused as a white van man beeped his horn and gesticulated whilst vocalising his desire to "fuck the arse off that." After a few moments more and a smirk from both of us my colleague ordered, "In. Down the corridor wait outside the second door on the left." "Yes Sir" came her timid reply just before she moved forward. As she did so we parted to stand flanking the doorway making her have to pass between us. The little slut seemed to shrink slightly as she scurried past, but she was soon through and following her directions.

As We approached her I slid the door key from my pocket and as I did so ordered "kneel. Wait for my instruction to enter the room." Instantly she lowered to her knees and replied "Yes Sir" all the time keeping from making eye contact with either of us. My colleague and I entered the room and he shut the door behind us. Taking our time we discussed our course of action for the coming few hours, and after having drunk two cups of tea and finalising our intentions I called "ENTER" to the waiting slut.

A couple of seconds later the door swung smoothly inward and she stepped through shutting it behind her with a quiet click. Standing slightly to one side of the door she again waited for instructions. We could see that her knees were red from kneeling as her stockings didn't do much to camouflage the redness with their thin fabric. We didn't say a word for several minutes, we just watched her, watched as she became increasingly nervous as her inner tension heightened. Once I considered that she had reached a suitably tense state I stood up and pointing to the centre of the space in front of me instructed "take your clothes off and stand for inspection there." A simple "Yes Sir" was offered as she moved to carry out my order. "Arms down by your side" ordered my colleague as we moved forward to scrutinize her more closely.

The slut did as she was told and kept her eyes cast to the ground as we circled her looking her up and down. We took our time checking her for bruises or blemishes, we didn't find any and so moved in until we stood either side of her with our bodies only millimetres from her pale bare skin. Then we each took a breast in a hand and an arse cheek in the other and first caressed the smooth skin before increasing to a firmer groping motion until eventually we were both roughly mauling her pliable young flesh. The skin was a bright red and showed signs of bruising by the time we had finished, her nipples hard and jutting out unashamedly in front of her. She barely made a sound as we manhandled her but constantly bit at her bottom lip as our attentions intensified.

Standing behind her I forced her legs apart with one of my own and without a word grabbed her hair and pushed her forward so she bent at the waist. This elicited a small startled yelp from the nervous girl but once she was where I wanted her she held her position and began to bite her lip once more. With her in this position her full heavy tits hung invitingly with their pale pink nipples almost visibly throbbing and erect.

As I began to inspect her arse my colleague reached over and pulled her arms up behind her back and quickly cable tied her wrists together before squatting down beside her and tugging on her stiff nipples. Meanwhile I put a hand on each of her arse cheeks and spread them wide to afford me an unobstructed view of her tight puckered arse hole and tidy shaven cunt. I could see from the appearance of both that she took care of herself, and it pleased me to see the glistening sheen of moisture on her labia. By now my colleague was alternating between pinching her nipples and slapping her hanging tits, and I could hear her take sharp breaths as each strike landed. Squatting down behind her I leaned my head in an took a long deep sniff of her cunt, I knew she could hear me, but I wanted her to know that I was smelling her so I made no attempt at hiding it. I heard a sort of gasping groan as I did it and knew that it was a mixture of embarrassment and arousal that had made her do it and that had also contributed to the rapidly spreading scarlet glow of her skin.

With a swift fluid motion I reached out and parted the lips of her cunt with one hand and plunged the forefinger of the other deep inside the slick hole. I moved it back and forth half a dozen times before I pulled it out and sniffed it. She was tight, wet and had a clean slightly musky scent. I was satisfied that she had not been used that morning and nodded my confirmation to my colleague before standing and wiping my finger on her back.

With her tits thoroughly spanked and warm to the touch my colleague instructed her to kneel. The little slut found it difficult to get down with her hands secured behind her, but after several seconds she had got herself into position and awaited her next direction. We both stood several feet behind her and I began to flick a 7ft bull whip so it cracked just a few inches behind her as my colleague questioned her as to why she had been late. The initial whip crack made her visibly flinch, and her entire body seemed to go rigid as the realisation of what the sound was dawned on her.

She replied that she had tried to arrive a few minutes earlier than she had been instructed so that she would definitely be on time, but didn't manage to because the taxi she had booked to collect her from the train station had taken a long time to get to her. My next whip crack came several inches closer to her as my colleague continued that she should have been sure to book a taxi earlier than she had to allow for the possibility of it being late. He then added that we felt that she either wanted to be caught out and punished, or that she was a worthless lazy whore who didn't understand the meaning of being punctual. We could both see that she was trembling at the close proximity of the leather biting the air behind her as she shook her head and said "no Sirs." So just for our own amusement I continued whipping the air whilst my colleague stalked up behind her. Just as my next strike snapped he lightly touched her exposed back with his extended index finger, and the result was most rewarding.

With a shriek she pulled away to one side in an attempt to escape any further blows but in doing so unbalanced herself to a point where she could do nothing but fall pathetically onto her side. We roared with laughter as she lay helplessly on the cold tiled floor still obviously expecting that I was about to whip her. Instead I walked to her and stood over her with the whip still in my hand and said "don't panic whore, we have a better use for you than mere target practice." She looked up at me with huge blue eyes and a mixture of relief, confusion and anxiety on her still rosy red face. "We have a much more fitting punishment for you," continued my colleague as he rustled a black plastic bin liner. I chuckled as her expression changed to one of alarm as she saw the bag, but reassured her "oh don't worry, that's just for your clothes." Then leaving her to consider what that meant I replaced the whip on it's rack and moved over to a sack cloth covered steel cage that we had bolted to the ground. I unlocked the doors padlock and swung the heavy steel flap open as my colleague stuffed the clothes into the bag and placed it next to the door we had all entered through.

Heading over to where I stood next to the cage my colleague stopped to haul the slut to her knees and then proceeded to drag her by the hair to my position.

"In you go slut." I ordered as my colleague roughly pushed her at the door. Looking like she was about to either burst into tears or run for her life she pleaded "please Sirs, I hate confinement, I am claustrophobic. I didn't mean to be late, I even tried to get here a little early." Rather than say anything I simply pointed at the cage door and then looked over at the rack of whips, canes and crops that lined the wall before looking back at her. Noticing my implication she quickly began to shuffle into her prison as we looked on. Once she was inside I swung the door shut, it's hinges producing a suitably dramatic creek before the heavy steel banged shut and I snapped closed the padlock.

Whilst she knelt timidly in the centre of the cage and I secured the door my colleague spoke in a low voice "we do not appreciate tardiness in those that come to us. The fact that you wish to receive payment for a photo session makes your situation even more tenuous." With his closing words I pulled the front section of the thick heavy sack cloth down over the cages doorway ensuring that all external light was blocked out from it's interior. "Now slut, here is your predicament" I said with wicked delight. "we are going to give you a photo shoot, you will be the perfect model for us. We will direct your every move, your every pose. We are going to use you and display you for the whore that you are." I let the words hang for a few moments before continuing "If for any reason you fail to cooperate or please us your clothes will be burned and you will be forced to leave naked as the day you were born. Oh, and you will receive no payment for your afternoons modelling. Do you understand slut?" 

There was a whimper from behind the sack cloth followed by a brief "Yes Sir I understand." "Excellent" said my colleague, "we will return shortly. Don't go anywhere." We both chuckled as we left the room being sure to pick up the bagged up clothes on the way.



Part 2.

After two hours we returned to the room, and walking straight to the cage I whipped the sack cloth away to reveal the shivering slut curled in a ball and huddled in one corner. We had clicked off the heating once we were out in the corridor and the slut started to mumble that she was cold almost as soon as we entered, so we told her that we didn't care, and if she wasn't careful she would feel what cold is really like and reminded her that we wouldn't be giving her clothes back if she didn't do as she was told. We informed her that we felt that unreliable and tardy little whores like her should be taught a lesson.

She tried to plead with us not to, but we just ordered her to shut up and show us her body. We told her we wanted to see her tits hanging down and see her pale arse. For some reason she found that amusing, but that soon changed when I told her that her clothes were ready to burn.We told her how stupid she would look trying to get home with no clothes on, how nobody would want to let her on a bus or into a taxi because it was so obvious she was a cheap whore. She was clearly getting the message now, if she didn't please us, didn't do as she was told, she would be leaving money less and thread less.

We instructed her to turn, to hold, to bend. The goose pimpled little slut posed and stretched, we watched her big tits dangle and wobble and her arse jiggle provocatively as she moved on to hands and knees. We noticed that her dusky pink nipples were rock hard, the little trollop was getting off on this. Either that or she was still cold.

I told her to show us what she considered to be her best features, to show herself off and convince us that she was worth photographing. Of course we felt that some motivational words would help her along, so between us we reminded her that even though her tits were a decent size and her nipples perky that didn't mean that the rest of her was worth it. As an extra incentive I then added that we didn't think she had what it took to be a model. This seemed to annoy her but she upped her game in response.



She started to pose more erotically and even managed to make us notice her full red lips as she faced the camera and went through a hand full of expressions. Her eyes also seemed to come into play as she looked into the lens. She didn't seem to be able to lose the underlying look of dislike towards us that her eyes portrayed. Not that we cared, we just told her she was no good. We had already decided we would have as much fun and get what we wanted out of this tramp when we had discussed what to do with her.

She struck a pose, she held in a position looking into the camera with those full red lips slightly parted, knelt back on her heels and an ever so slightly enquiring look. We felt that the look was a wordless "wouldn't you like to push your cock in here?" Needless to say that from that moment we were definitely going to have this whore suck cock whether she wanted to or not. With that in mind we told her to start playing with herself, to squeeze her heavy tits, pinch and pull those rose bud nipples and to spread her pale skinned legs to expose her whore cunt. For a moment it looked as though she was about to refuse, but after a few seconds to think about it she began to cotton on.

Starting off slowly she tentatively positioned herself within the cage so we could get a good view of her teasing her nipples and squeezing her full tits. She seemed to be taking her time so I urged her on by telling her that a blonde girl would do a much better job. Letting out a long breath through her nose and clearly trying not to let it show that we were getting to her she started to get into it she began to caress and pull at her nipples with more enthusiasm, the glossy red polish on her well manicured nails contrasted nicely against her pale skin, and the attention to her nipples was clearly welcome as they seemed to stiffen further with each passing moment. 

It wasn't long before we were taking turns in telling her to spread her whore legs and give us an unrestricted view of her cunt. She was obviously feeling aroused now and positioned herself with her back to a cage wall as she slowly opened her legs. The cage bars were clearly cold, as her tits wobbled as she flinched forward from them when her bare back touched their shiny surface. She must have felt self conscious too, because she attempted to cover herself with her arm. We didn't like that, so we ordered her to expose herself properly with her legs wide and told her to keep playing with her tits. The dirty little whore was starting to loosen up more now and even had a bit of a twinkle in her eye as she stared into the camera with her cunt on display. We took a moment to examine it and appreciate the smooth shaven mound as she continued to tug at her stiff crinkled nipples.

It wasn't long before she was making more eye contact with us and the camera, her inner slut obviously beginning to rise to the surface. Her cunt too was beginning to open a little more as she started to become moist. At this point we decided enough was enough, we wanted to use this slut. With her still spread wide and playing with those tits we moved in. She didn't bat an eye lid when my colleague reached through the bars and began touching her heavy tits. Within a couple of minutes she was really starting to look every inch the whore as she lowered her hand to her smooth puffy cunt.

This little slut was really starting to work now. Her nipples jutted out rock hard with her tits heaving from the attention she had received, her cunt was open moist and puffy, and she was giving off some real dirty bitch vibes as she toyed with her exposed cunt. She had let out a soft groan as my colleague began to caress her, and she was soon responding with increasingly lustful looks as he became firmer in his attentions by mauling her tit flesh and telling her what a little whore she was. It was then that I decided to up the stakes .

My colleague stopped what he was doing for a moment and I told her that she was going to have to try harder, and that if she wanted her clothes back she would have to wank and suck our cocks. She gave a half hearted refusal and even managed to look almost shocked at my announcement, but we could tell by the glint in her eyes that she was a true whore at heart. Add to that the fact that we had her clothes and we knew that she would suck and wank fifty cocks if it meant she would get them back.

The sparkle in her eyes was becoming increasingly mischievous as she was introduced to the first cock that she was to orally service. She was even beginning to play to the camera a little now, perhaps it would turn out to be a worthwhile session after all. Working her eyes and lips she looked provocatively into the lens, all the time making sure that we, her audience had clear views of her swaying tits, round ripe arse, glistening cunt, and glossy red lips.

My colleague continued the verbal fusillade and told her that she was going to have to do an outstanding job of wanking and sucking if she ever wanted to see her clothes again. He continued by saying that we had after all been sucked and serviced by many sluts, whores and wannabe's, but not all of them were any good. I cut in and commented that we thoroughly expected that she would be as useless as the last airhead slut that we had put in the cage. Maybe it was all the talk of sucking cock or just the fact that we were clearly going to use her, but not only could we see that she was turned on with her nipples standing stiff and her cunt lips growing ever slicker, we could also smell the sweet musky scent of her arousal.

As I moved in and my cock drew nearer she positioned herself to maximise the view we would get of her tits, and as it stopped only a couple of inches in front of her face she smoothly slid her tongue through her painted lips and slowly licked up and over my hard swollen tip. Once the little whore had the taste of cock it was clear that she wanted more. Taking her time she licked around my dome being sure to pay attention to it's entire surface. With long slow movements she licked around the ridge, dragged her soft tongue along the sensitive under side, and finally flicked it up and over the slit, all the time being sure to keep the view to her exposed body unobstructed for my colleague.

Letting out soft moans of appreciation she seemed to want to prolong the sucking and enjoy it. I let her carry on whilst we discussed whether she was a natural born whore, or whether she hadn't sucked cock for so long that she was making it drag out for as long as she could. Either way we decided that she was a dirty little slut and was only good for one thing. We knew she was listening, we knew the little whore wanted our approval, but we didn't give it. We just continued discussing her whilst she was on her knees doing our bidding. Her attentions even seemed to intensify as we began discussing if her technique was any good.

With that my colleague moved beside me and pushed his cock forward offering it up to her. Not stopping what she was doing to me she reached out and gripped his cock and began wanking it. We told her that she could do better and that for such a little slut we didn't think she was trying hard enough. Sure enough after a minute or two she started to throw herself into the task. Maintaining further eye contact between us and the camera and letting her inner whore out with mischievous and expressive eyes, posing her body to emphasise the curve of her arse and swell of her heavy tits, she alternated her sucking between us. Spending a minute on each hard cock she slid her painted lips up and down, took our meat as deep as she could, and slurped hungrily at our pre cum.




Caged And Confused



Taking first more of my cock into her mouth she began to slide slowly up and down forming a seal with her gloss red lips and sucking firmly on the throbbing head. Then as she moved her head up and down she began to hum causing the vibrations from her mouth to stimulate my cocks sensitive under side. Staying consistent she spent around a minute on me before turning her attention to my colleague.

After several minutes of this my colleague ordered "turn around and show us those fuck holes slut." Without breaking any fluidity she repositioned herself turning back onto her hands and knees, her legs parted and with her back to us giving us a clear view of her puffy wet shaven cunt and tight puckered arse hole. Arching her back as she savoured the flavour of our pre cum her big tits swayed with their crinkled bud like nipples brushing lightly on the cage floor as she lowered her upper body letting her elbows take her weight.

I told her she had looked like a prize whore, a true slut there on her hands and knees naked, her genitals on display, and sucking on two strangers hard cocks. This just seemed to encourage her, and she let out a low groan as she listened to my words. But I still was not satisfied that she was giving her predicament enough focus. I told her this and informed her that she would be taking two full loads before her time with us came to an end.

In moments she returned to sucking and slurping at my command, but with more enthusiasm than before. Her head slid backwards and forwards on my hard cock with well practiced ease as she took more of my meat into her mouth. With her movements increasing her big tits jiggled and swayed giving us a great view as she performed for us. Next my colleague told her to suck but not to touch with her hands, we just wanted to see what that mouth and tongue of hers could do on their own. Pulling her hands down to her sides she went to work with her slut mouth on him and began to go as deep as she could on his cock. As she drew her head back the red of her lip gloss streaked over the shaft marking where she had been. I told her we wanted to see the lip gloss smeared over her lips, that we wanted her mouth to look used, and that we would not allow her to reapply her makeup before she left the building.

Again she went from his cock to mine, backwards and forwards until there was more lipstick on our throbbing cocks than was left on her lips. She tried hard to take us all the way down her throat but wasn't able to do it without us forcing her face down. As she sucked back and forth on our shafts she seemed to purposefully drag her lips firmly over the surface causing the red mess to spread further and glisten with moisture. She managed to do this for several minutes before we both began to show signs of cumming.

I told her she could use her hands again and that we expected her to make us shoot all over her. Looking into the camera she raised a hands up to grip the base of each of our cocks and began wanking them into her mouth clearly intent on giving us a show. Slowly jerking our cocks she prepared to receive the first squirt of cum as we watched on expectantly. We started telling her how we would burn her clothes and not pay her for the shoot if she didn't make us cum hard. She sucked with her whore mouth and pumped with her slut fingers as our cocks twitched increasingly ready to explode.

After a couple of minutes more my colleagues first thick jet of cum erupted into her mouth and we both yelled "swallow it whore!" As she pulled his spunking cock out of her mouth the second and consequent squirts hit her throat and instantly trickled down over her chest and between her quivering tits. Not letting go of his cock she made sure that all of the hot spunk was caught on her pale skin. Just as his last few drops of cum hit her my own cock began to jerk and twitch in her other hand and she quickly turned her face towards it and opened her mouth eagerly. A split second later I pumped my first thick rope of hot fluid onto her face. She managed to reposition herself slightly and caught the second squirt in her mouth before taking my remaining jets over her face and tits.

Once we were satisfied that she had extracted as much cum as she could my colleague ordered her to show us the mess we had made of her. She turned in the cage and knelt up presenting us with her cum splattered face and chest. As we watched on she lifted her hands and began to squeeze her heavy tits causing the freshly deposited fluid to glisten on her pale skin.

We made the tardy little whore sit in her messy state for several minutes before I let her out of the cage. As soon as she was out she asked where her clothes were, so I calmly told her to follow us and we would take her to a rest room so she could freshen up and get dressed. We led her down a couple of corridors through the studio and stopped in front of a door. My colleague told her to go through and use the facilities available and added that her clothes were on the way down as we spoke. Thanking us she stepped through the door......, as soon as she was through I threw a small roll of bank notes out after her and my colleague quickly locked it from our side.

We had led the used slut to an external door that led out onto a large busy industrial park. The clothes were not on their way down, in fact we had no intention of returning them to her, and only gave her a very small payment for the session. Within moments of the door shutting behind her she began pounding on it to be let back in, all the time cursing us for our treatment of her. We simply began laughing loudly as we heard her scramble for the money knowing that she would be in full view of the various other occupants of the business park. As we walked back up the corridor her angry shouts faded to nothing.

That evening once we had wrapped our work up for the day we took an old wooden box out to the forest, in it was a pile of worn and hastily removed slut clothing. As the evening became ever darker we squirted the bundle with petrol and set it ablaze letting the little whores garments go up in flames.

Another enjoyable day for my colleague and I.