Cage Girl
Chapters 7 and 8
Chapter 7
When I came back she was in the cage, lying on her side, looking at me. She was naked and I could see bruises, not just on her face. She gave a tentative smile.
“Liz, you’re breaking my heart.” I sat on the bed, packages by my side.
“So maybe not two or three weeks. Maybe tonight?”
“We need a long talk first and that’s not happening today. You have pills to take and dinner to eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” She turned away from me.
“Well I am.” I got her pills out, went to the kitchen and got a saucer. “What do you want to drink?”
“Water?”
“I got some Mountain Dew.”
“Just water.”
I filled a glass, took it and the saucer with the pills to the cage. I opened the door and set them inside. “Down the hatch.”
I took the groceries to the kitchen. “Soup. You want sandwiches or anything with it?” I stood by the door. “Eat and you can spend the night in the cage.” I had a pad and she’d get a blanket.
She didn’t move.
“Or I can drag you out of there, force feed you and then tuck you into a real bed.” I was kicking myself for not thinking of getting a milk shake for her on the way home. “I’ll figure if you don’t eat you want to talk. You choose.”
She sat up and I could see a bite mark on her breast.
“Maybe I should take you to the hospital.” I sat on the bed.
She turned her whole body to face me. We stared at each other for a minute or two and she said, “I’ll just eat soup. No sandwich. I don’t want to talk.”
I wanted to ask how often this happened to her. “You can tell me when you’re ready. Take your pills, Liz.”
She made a show of it.
“Good girl. You’re eating on the bed here with me in fifteen minutes. Make yourself presentable.” I walked to the kitchen. “T-shirt and panties at a minimum. Your clothes are in the bedroom. They need to be put away.”
She growled and tried to shake the bars.
Panties and t-shirt was what she wore. She finished her soup and had seconds and a glass of water.
“I’m ready to go back.” She raised her eyes to mine.
“Wash your face first. Can you brush your teeth, they hurt? There’s toothpaste and a brush in the bathroom.”
“I’ll see,” she said, rising.
I got the pad and took the blanket from the bed.
She came out, saw the pad and blanket, turned to me.
“You’re bruised enough. Don’t argue. All ready? Then in you go.”
I shut the door after her and put in the padlock but didn’t close it. “This is the only key.” I held it up and then laid it on the floor just outside the cage. “There’s a problem, grab the key and hide it and snap the lock shut. No one can get in. I’m sleeping on the bed here. Lights on or off?”
“Off.”
“I’m going to read for a while in the other room. You need anything, just holler. You can leave the cage any time you want.”
“Thanks, Andy.”
“Glad to do it.” I turned out the lights. From the bedroom I almost said, Too bad you didn’t want to join me in the bed in here. “Sweet dreams.”
“I’ll be okay in the morning.”
“You can stay here or come with me to work tomorrow. Think about it.”
“I give great blowjobs. Think about it, Andy.”
She must be feeling better because she was starting to joke.
Tuesday morning she wanted to sleep in and I let her.
At the shop we dusted off our Gone Fishin’ sign and hung it on the door. Mark, Boo, Little Andy, Leroy and I paid a visit to Liz’s home. I think it was Little Andy and his baseball bat that convinced, and here I don’t even know what to call him, Liz’s step dad, that we should get her stuff, that he and his friends and my son should stay well away from her, me and the rest of us. The parting shot from me was a message to Junior that his stuff was in the dumpster behind the shop if he wanted it. I was through with him. New locks were going on the house.
I’m glad Cindy wasn’t around to see all this. Of course the cage and other gear would have had her shaking her head at me.
Liz came to work Wednesday, stayed in the office with me, no doubt bored to tears, but she seemed happy reading a book. Wednesday night after dinner she began to talk, she in her cage, me on the bed. What I was getting from her, I’m not going to repeat everything she said, was that I was the first person who, in a long time, seemed more interested in her than in just having sex with her. At a certain point she learned it was better to let men fuck her, expect men to be able to fuck her, than say no, like she did Saturday.
There’s a subtle difference. On one hand you have a woman who’s genuinely cock hungry, can’t get enough. Who craves objectification. On the other hand you have a woman who thinks she can’t say no. Saying yes and not being able to say no are two different things.
I’m pretty much monogamous but I glory in having a woman who wants it, doesn’t matter who or how or where or how many. In my heart I’d hoped Liz could be this woman but now I didn’t think so. Not from the life she’d lived.
That was okay. I could be a grandfather just as well as anything. I certainly looked the part.
About four or five years ago there was a story in the papers about a thirteen year old girl who let a neighbor fuck her. Him and his friends and they made videos of them doing stuff to her. They were busted, I always wondered what had happened to her. It was around this time that Junior and Amy had their big break up and now I wondered if he hadn’t been involved. I can understand Amy not being able to talk about it.
None of Junior’s videos were homemade and as far as I knew no photos or videos were shot of Liz.
So she’s talking, naked and bruised, in her cage in my basement and I’m trying not to see similarities between me and them. I’d set my eyes on her, wanted her, could imagine her being used by my friends. She could always say no. She’d have to be my wife first, a neat bit of legal fiction. I was four times older than her, something she’d always know and I forgot because inside me I don’t look sixty-three. The fact that I was older didn’t seem to matter in a big way. But maybe because Liz had probably not had a boyfriend her own age.
We were both worn out Wednesday night. I didn’t find it easy to sleep, I couldn’t say how she did. For her it was a matter of pride to sleep on the floor without a blanket or the pad. Tuesday morning they’d been outside the cage. Back in they went Tuesday night and were out Wednesday morning.
She had her limits with what I could make her do and I wished to God I hadn’t forced her to leave the cage Friday night.
Right now the cage was a place of safety. There were no performances like she’d given a few days ago. At the same time Liz made sure I was aware of her physical presence, visually. Her verbal playfulness was returning, along with her laugh.
Thursday night I set up the small TV and the VCR. I wanted to watch Casablanca again. She watched with me, both lying on the bed, near but not too near each other, the TV set on top of the cage. I hadn’t told her about the little cage for fear she’d want to be in it.
I don’t think she’d ever seen Casablanca before, was attentive to the movie, not fidgeting. It was easy for me to feel like I was Rick, the American nightclub owner. Liz was Ilsa, of course, the lover. I was destined to lose and I wondered how she saw the story.
When it was over and the tape was rewinding she was thoughtful. Liz turned, the t-shirt hitched up her belly, and said, “You remind me of him. What’s his name?”
“The petty crook, Peter Lorre?”
She stuck out her tongue. “No. The sad one. Was that Bogart? I’d heard of him.”
“Rick? Yes, that’s Bogart.”
“Why’d she go with the other?”
“Because good love stories don’t have happy endings.”
“That’s stupid.”
“You ever been in love?”
She looked at me for a moment. “You mean like with a kid in school? Not really. I’ve wanted guys to like me. Maybe I was in love. It never lasts long.”
“Give yourself a few years.”
“I love milk shakes.”
“Want to go get one?”
She rubbed her belly, lifting the shirt higher. Her breasts were well delineated. Hell, I’d seen her naked lots of times the past few days. Now, clothed, she was sexy.
“No. I want to stay here like this.”
Out of the blue I asked, “You ever have orgasms?”
“Sure. Not a lot.” She scratched her thigh.
“Just wondered. With guys or just by yourself?”
“Both.” She rolled over and rose to her hands and knees. She got off the bed and took off her t-shirt. She set it on the bed and began to push off her panties. Halfway down her thighs, bent over, she turned to me. “So, Andy, when are you going to invite me to sleep with you?” She removed her panties, grinned at me, and carried them and her t-shirt into the bedroom.
She showed me her pills before taking them, went into the bathroom and shut the door.
I got the shackles with the short chain from a drawer under the bed, tested the key.
She came out and said, “So?” giving her hips a wriggle.
“You’re not ready yet, sweetheart.” I rose from the bed, holding the shackles.
She saw them and looked up to me.
“In your cage.”
The pad and blanket were already there. She closely watched me as I shut the cage door.
“Stretch out.”
She lay on her back. I fastened one shackle around a cage bar, the other around her ankle. I set the key next to that for the padlock.
“I have more, if it’s necessary.”
“Don’t you like me?” She was pouting, rubbing her foot along the shackled leg.
“A bit of celibate rigor would do us both good.”
“I give great blowjobs.” She puckered her lips.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
“Don’t leave me.” She wasn’t joking now.
“We’re joined at the hip, girl. I’m glad you liked the movie. It’s one of my favorites.”
“I want you to like me.”
“I’m falling in love with you, kiddo. But screwing you now would make me no different than Junior or your step dad.”
“You’re not like them at all.”
“You’re sixteen and I’m sixty-three. I’m not that different.”
“You’re not like them at all, Andy.”
“Please, Liz. Have a heart. Do you think this is easy for me?”
She sat up. “So, like I have to go to the bathroom.”
“You weren’t paying attention. Key’s by the other one.”
“Okay.” She lay back down. “Ummm. I’m horny.”
“Glad you noticed. That’s what the cage does. Expect to get hornier.” I turned out the light. “Good night, Liz.”
“Good night you old sourpuss.”
Chapter 8
After Thursday night, we’d reached a plateau. Liz still flirted but pressed no further. The bruises turned green and her eye looked better.
On Friday she helped me interview the three applicants for the job. We had a calm weekend and she helped interview another two on Monday, with her doctor visit in between.
Liz’s tests came back negative and she was healing well. She was off one pill, could take the other only when necessary for pain. She’d stopped taking that one days earlier.
I hired the girl she liked best, a redhead who was nineteen and had a good personality. Debby had a young baby she was raising alone. She had her high school diploma and parents able to baby sit when she was at work.
Debby got health insurance, a decent wage, a week of sick leave and a week’s vacation the first year. She looked like she’d be able to work on her own by the end of the week.
Liz returned to school Tuesday. I dropped her off in the morning and picked her up in the afternoon. I’d gotten her coursework from her teachers and she easily caught up. Her story was a car accident which some might have believed.
So we were coasting along nicely. Old movies a couple of times a week, milk shakes at Burger King on Wednesday night. No trips in the van and she accepted that. She’d gone through the drawers under the bed in the basement’s main room but just looked, hadn’t asked questions.
I moved a small table down into the basement for her to do her school work on. We had a game where I shackled her ankle to the table leg.
Her normal attire outside the cage was panties and t-shirt, though I’d relaxed that rule a bit, so sometimes she wore just one or the other.
She was alone most of the time or with just me and that worried me, except I think she was less lonely now than she’d been. As far as I knew she had no friends her own age.
The test to our stability came with Derek and Mary Sue’s visit starting Friday night. They were good friends and they often came for a weekend once a month or so. Sometimes we went together to parties, especially the bigger ones. Derek was a cop, a good one, and Mary Sue was a therapist for one of the social service agencies.
Sometimes, if Derek and Mary Sue’s car needed an oil change or new brakes, they came down early on a Friday. The work was done and after the shop was closed, the guys, Derek and I fucked Mary Sue silly. She’d take us on two or three at a time, until we couldn’t do it any more. At one party I saw her take on twenty-three guys. It was incredible to watch her with them. Pretty dark-haired girl, five foot three, petite, she could do this eight hours or more, wear out a room full of men, take a moment to sit and talk with the shy guy who watched. No pressure on him. She was interested in any type of interaction.
I told Liz Friday morning. They’d be in the basement. She was to dress in whatever way she felt comfortable. She wasn’t to tease or flirt with Derek. No one would touch her. They’d leave Sunday. I didn’t tell Liz their professions. Things were going to be confusing enough for her Friday night.
When Liz and I got home after work and a quick burger, she was antsy trying to figure out what to wear. She actually tried a dress, then pants and a shirt, dressing and undressing in front of me while trying to decide, and flirt a little, to see what I’d say. I was more worried about her reaction when they came.
The door bell rang, Liz darted an anxious look at me, picked up the clothes and ran to the bedroom.
“You can stay there if you want. Shut the door and come out whenever.”
“Andy, I’m not ready.”
I was heading up the stairs.
We came down laughing and talking; Mary Sue had shed her clothes at the front door. Derek had a deep baritone base, like thunder soaked in whiskey.
Liz was in her cage, naked, curled up. Hiding.
“So this is Liz,” Mary Sue said. She looked at me.
“Liz, this is Derek and Mary Sue.”
Liz nodded, didn’t look up.
“I’ll go get our things,” Derek said. He just said that to give us some space. They never brought anything much, just themselves.
I sat on the bed as Mary Sue circled the cage. “You’re prettier than Andy said you were.” She knelt by the bars. “Much prettier. When you get tired of him, I know someone who’d just love you.” She winked at me, stood and sat on the bed next to me. “What is it about old men liking little girls?” She was stroking my leg. “How are you getting along?”
“Just fine.”
“Does she cook, too?”
“Not really.”
“Liz, you want to keep a man like Andy happy, it’s through his stomach, no matter what he may think.”
Derek came back down. “So, Andy. You wanted to show me something?”
Liz sat up. “Don’t go.” She saw Mary Sue naked on the bed, looked to Derek standing on the stairs, an honestly big man, skin black as coal. She looked at me.
“Honey,” Mary Sue said, “I’m just like you. I have many fond memories of time spent in that cage. Getting fucked through the bars. Having to sit and watch as they do another girl on the bed here and wanting it so bad. Mr. Andy here is a demon, well worth the trip.”
“Liz and I are practicing celibacy.”
“But not with me, I hope.”
“But not with you.” I looked over at Liz. “Unless Liz objects.”
Liz shook her head, knelt watching us.
“Derek and I have an errand. We’ll be back in an hour.“ I got up and picked up the padlock key from the floor outside the cage. I snapped the lock shut, set the key inside the cage near her. “You’re safe, sweetheart. In here or in the bedroom.”
Mary Sue winked at me as I walked past. Derek and I left the house, used his car.
“Were they pimping her?”
“I think so. She never saw any money.”
“Drugs?”
“She hasn’t said. I thought it was best to let her talk about it in her own way. There’s bits and snatches every now and again.”
“Junior was involved?”
“Seems so. She said he was there. I know that he knows her.”
“We’ll see what we can find out.”
Derek drove past Liz’s home slowly. The windows were lit, two cars in the driveway, another on the street.
“Junior’s Pinto,” I said.
“Is there an alley?”
“Yes.”
He turned the corner, turned down the alley, stopped the car behind the house.
“A lot of activity here?”
“I don’t know.”
“People coming and going all hours day and night?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t try to find out. I don’t want you anywhere near here. No problems at your place?”
“I changed the locks. We stay in the basement.”
“I’ll come out tomorrow in the daylight. Let’s drive past again.”
In front of the house Derek stopped just long enough to get license numbers and we parked a block away on that street and watched. The street was quiet, no one drove by.
Derek started the car. “And now for some grocery shopping. Mary Sue’s given me a list a foot long. She doesn’t think you eat well enough.”
“Bland soft food is all Liz could manage for a week or so.”
“Talk to the mother?”
“Not really. The guys and I got Liz’s stuff; she didn’t say much. The stepfather did the talking.”
“Are they really married?”
“I assume so.”
“Liz didn’t want to press charges?”
“She won’t even really talk about it. Just a little to me.”
“So maybe just her, not drugs. Sisters?”
“She hasn’t said.”
Derek parked at Kroger’s. “Sounds like Mary Sue is planning on cooking classes this weekend.”
I smiled. Mary Sue’s pert ass when she’s only wearing an apron is pretty inviting.
“What were you planning?”
“What you two think best.”
“Mary Sue’s the thinker. Andy, I’ll talk to the Chief here and do some nosing around but there’s probably nothing we can get them on without Liz’s help. Even then it’s hard to say. A trial is hard on a girl in her situation. Any friends?”
“None that I know of.”
“She has you, Andy.”
“And the guys in the shop.”
“Anybody working over the weekend?”
“They hadn’t told me so. They’ve been running the place since this all happened.”
“I’ll check tomorrow when I’m out.”
“I can go with you.”
“You’re staying home with Mary Sue and Liz. I’m going to talk to neighbors. I don’t want you anywhere around there.”
“You’re the boss.”
“Mary Sue wanted to know what you wanted to eat tomorrow night. Pot roast or spaghetti?”
“Spaghetti might be easier for Liz.”
“That’s right. She’ll be cooking.”
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