Cage Girl
Chapters 9 and 10
Chapter 9
Derek and I carried two loads of groceries downstairs. Mary Sue was still sitting on the bed and Liz was in her cage. Neither spoke as we walked past both times. Once all the groceries were put away, Mary Sue said, “That was a bit over an hour, boys. Meet someone interesting?”
Derek kissed her. “As if.”
Mary Sue turned to me. “You and I need to have a short talk.” She rose and walked to the stairs. “Over here.”
I glanced at Liz, who was watching me, and joined Mary Sue.
“If we’re together she needs to see us. No sex with you this weekend. I promised her. Sorry.”
I shrugged.
“Derek and I are going to play with the cross. She wants to watch and you can videotape us. But not join in. She now knows you’re a great lover. No problems there. She’s afraid she’s going to lose you and if you two have sex she’s sure you’ll be finished with her. I’d put that off as long as you can. Build up as much trust as you are able. We’ll talk later. She’s resilient and she’s smart. Tomorrow you and Bobby do stuff together and we’ll work on dinner. She likes the idea of learning ways to please you.”
I was watching Liz watching me as Mary Sue talked.
“Maybe she’ll learn something watching Derek and me. She needs a good cuddle now and again. Assurance.”
I turned to Mary Sue. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s been sometimes?”
“Like right now, me wanting your sweet cock up my ass? I have an idea, Andy, which is why I’m not going to touch you.” She grinned and walked past me to the cage.
Derek had his clothes off and Liz was watching him now. I got things out of the drawers and set them on the bed.
“You’re chaining me to the bed tonight, Derek. Andy, you’ll be sleeping in the spare room. Alone. Right, Liz?”
Liz turned from Derek to me and smiled.
Derek tossed his car keys to me. “The camera’s in the trunk. Grab two cassettes.”
When I came back, Mary Sue knelt in front of Derek, her hands cuffed behind her back. They didn’t wait for me to get things going.
Derek grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face into his crotch. “That’s it, girl.” When he was hard he pushed her away and rubbed his dick across her face. She had a smile and her eyes were on his, waiting.
The lunge was deep, he pulled back, grabbed her head just above the neck, thrust deeply and pulled her onto him. It was a fast, steady rhythm. Derek wasn’t overly endowed, he had eight inches or so in her with each stroke. I’ve seen Mary Sue try to take on guys who were huge and she just couldn’t manage it. Not like this.
“You’re going to hold it, girl, until I tell you to swallow.”
I had the camera going and caught the blink of her eyes in acknowledgement as his body pistoned. The strokes slowed, were longer and deeper. Her face met his flat stomach as he ground her onto him and let up. She was somehow breathing every other stroke, quick gasps matching his.
He went deep and pulled back. She opened her mouth as he came, filling her over full, so cum spilled down her chin.
He let go of her and stepped back. “Good girl. Now hold it.”
Her eyes never left his as he went over to the St. Andrew’s Cross. He looked back to Mary Sue and walked to the bed, scruffling her hair as he passed.
Derek took his time binding Mary Sue to the cross, using rope, her hand cuffs removed and on the bed. She faced us, her back to the cross, wrists bound to the upper arms of the cross, ankles to the lower.
Derek posed, when he was done tying her, proud of his trophy. “Let’s check,” he said. “Andy, bring the camera close. Okay, girl, open your mouth. That’s a good girl.” He patted her cheek. “Hold it and don’t swallow.”
Mary Sue’s eyes never left him. She blinked.
Derek stroked her body, paying attention to her breasts at first and then moving down to her bare pubic area. He stroked a single finger down, over, under and up her slit. Mary Sue turned slightly.
“I’m glad I tied you firmly, girl, because otherwise you’d fall flat on your face before I’m done with you. Close up, please, Andy. Bury the camera in her twat.”
He spread her vulva lips and stroked around her clit not touching it. The first time he actually touched her clit her hips wiggled.
Derek straightened and said, “How many times, Andy, before she can swallow? Ten?”
I focused on Mary Sue’s face. “Twelve, if she has any left.”
“You heard the man. Each time, girl, you come you’ll say thank you, master. You’ll do that twelve times.” He looked over at the cage. “Liz, you keep count. Sound off each time.”
Mary Sue’s eyes went from Derek’s to mine. “That’s good, Andy. Focus there.”
I couldn’t see what he was doing, only see how she twitched and squirmed. After several minutes her head fell backward and her eyes closed. She righted and opened her eyes.
“Thank you, master.”
You could barely hear the slurred words. Cum dribbled down her chin.
“Any you spill on Andy’s floor you’ll lick clean. Got that, girl?”
She blinked her eyes, looked back to me.
“That’s one, Liz. Say it.”
Liz said, “One.”
“You’re another good girl.”
Mary Sue twitched and wiggled her way through seven orgasms, each several minutes apart. She was hanging from her wrists, her body twisted as much as the cross would allow.
The next orgasms followed one another quickly, her body thrashing through each one.
“A bit sensitive. I should wait, shouldn’t I?” He brought her off and she said, “Thank you, master.”
Liz said, “Twelve.”
“You’re both good girls.”
Derek lifted Mary Sue’s face by her hair. “You can swallow. Good girl.” He looked down to their feet. “But you spilled it all over the place. No ice cream for you.”
“Thank you, master.”
“Maybe after you clean the floor. Liz, does she get ice cream if she cleans the floor?”
I didn’t want Liz in the video so I kept the camera on Mary Sue’s face.
“Yes,” Liz said.
Derek released Mary Sue’s hair and her head flopped back down.
“Thank you, master.”
“Music to our ears, isn’t it, Andy? Let’s sit down while she catches her breath. The camera can go off.”
We sat facing Mary Sue. Derek turned to Liz. “Andy says you like vanilla shakes so we got vanilla ice cream. Hope that’s what you want.”
I turned to Liz. She knelt in the cage. There was a smile on her face and she nodded.
“You’ll be serving in about fifteen minutes. Just warning you.” Derek turned to Mary Sue. “Ready to come down?”
She nodded, still limp.
“Can you stand?”
She raised herself upright.
“Let’s see those beautiful blue eyes.”
She raised her face. It had a glow.
“Okay.” Derek stood. “This hard work sure takes it out of a man.”
As he untied Mary Sue, he talked over his shoulder to Liz. “She’s done thirty, but that’s when there was a group of us. Twelve is about my limit.” He raised his finger and wiggled it. “Still, twelve is a decent start. We’ll do better tomorrow. There’s all day.” He rose when Mary Sue’s feet were loose. He said to Mary Sue, “How’s my girl?”
She gave a blink.
“That’s good. Once you’re free, down on your knees and get busy. We’ll need the camera for this, Andy.”
He had one hand loose and turned to Liz. “How long will it take you to get ice cream ready?”
“Five minutes.”
“I’ll give you a five minute warning.”
When Mary Sue was free she fell to her knees. I kept the camera low and Derek stepped back.
“Time to clean up your mess, girl.”
She licked up the biggest spot first, then worked on the spatters.
“Five minutes, Liz.”
We heard the cage door open.
When Mary Sue was done we turned to find four bowls on the bed.
“Let them sit together,” Derek said. “They can compare notes.”
We sat at the other end. “I’m guessing my wife’s off limits. That’s too bad. I could sure use your help.” He said that loud enough for Liz to hear. “So, Andy, did Junior leave any of his porn behind?” He winked.
“We put everything in the dumpster behind the shop.”
“Good man. Good ice cream, Liz.”
Chapter 10
After ice cream Friday night Derek chained Mary Sue to the bed and tortured (in big quotes) her clit with a small brush. Once she was fired up he fucked her. As a break afterwards he flogged her before turning her over and doing her ass. This time as a break he sat on the bed and talked to Liz and me about nothing in particular, which seemed to draw Liz out.
The end of the session had Mary Sue on her back, a cum gag in her mouth and a section of broom stick in her cunt. Derek masturbated over her, standing by the bed at her head. After finishing in her mouth he let her swallow his cum and told her how good she was.
After I put the camera away, and made sure Liz was comfortable in her cage, I turned out the light and went to the bedroom.
Saturday morning was more of the same, with Mary Sue at Derek’s request giving a very graphic demonstration, with a narration (without any intentional humor), on how to masturbate with various objects. Her mouth had been filled with Derek’s cum before starting the show.
Liz hardly blinked.
Mary Sue was then given a good fucking by Derek, but only after reaching the required number of orgasms. At noon, with cum drying on her chin, she and Liz made lunch for everyone.
That afternoon Derek and I went our separate ways. I spent the afternoon with Bobby at the shop, we being the only ones there. This was the first time I’d been with him for two weeks. I realized how much I missed my time with my grandson.
Derek intended to spend some time in Liz’s home’s neighborhood. He took the video camera to record comings and goings from the house. The time afterwards would be spent talking with neighbors.
The surveillance could be done without drawing overmuch attention to himself. Talking to the neighbors would get back to Liz’s parents. They’d feel the pressure.
When I got home and downstairs I could hear Liz and Mary Sue laughing in the kitchen. I sat on the bed and just listened to the sound. Liz came out of the kitchen and gave a small jump.
“I didn’t know you were here.”
“Just a minute ago.”
She held a dish towel in one hand and a pan in the other. She wore panties and looked different somehow.
“Who’s here?” Mary Sue said.
Liz said over her shoulder, “Andy.”
Mary Sue came out of the kitchen wearing the apron. “Did you know this girl isn’t sorry at all you’ve not been able to fuck me this weekend? Not at all sorry. I think she should be spanked.” Mary Sue gave me a wink and went back into the kitchen.
“What do you think, Liz?”
“You think you can just spank me?”
“It might be worth trying.”
Liz stuck her tongue out, turned and left. She returned without the towel or pan, holding a glass. She put it in my hand. “What you can do is go into the bathroom or bedroom, whatever, and do what you need to do to fill this glass. Mary Sue will drink it.” Liz tapped the glass. “But you don’t get to give it to her. You have to give the glass to me.”
“That’s positively Byzantine, Liz,” Mary Sue shouted from the kitchen. “Andy, I’d spank her if I were you. Bend her over your lap, pull down her undies, and give her a quick twenty-five. Right now, before Derek comes back. You know what it does to him if he sees a red ass.”
“Maybe you’re the one who should be spanked,” Liz said to Mary Sue. Liz turned to me. “You have my permission to do it to her, but nothing else. Understood?”
I held the glass up to the light. “No. I don’t think this is worth all the trouble.” I got up, handed the glass to Liz. “I’m going to watch TV.”
“Chicken.”
“Damn straight.”
Liz followed me into the bedroom a minute later. “I need to change my clothes.”
“That doesn’t surprise me at all.”
She tried three pairs of underwear, asking my opinion for each, before deciding on just a t-shirt. She was getting ready to do something else, maybe see if I’d changed my mind about the glass, when the doorbell rang.
I went upstairs and let Derek in. He shrugged, “There’s not much to say.”
We went downstairs and Mary Sue shouted from the kitchen, “Less than ten minutes.”
“Can Liz manage?”
“I think so. Sure.”
“Then come here, girl.”
She’d left the apron in the kitchen, knelt at his feet.
“I’ve been missing you.” He unzipped his pants, unbuttoned them and let them drop. “You know what to do.”
This time she did all the work, thrusting her head onto his cock, letting it enter her throat with a squelch sort of sound. Spit poured out of her mouth and down her chin, thick and foamy.
Derek asked me, “On her face?”
“Let her drink it. We want to watch her get spanked after dinner. Splash her then.”
“Great idea. Girl, you ready?”
She blinked.
“Show me how hot doing this makes you.”
She buried three fingers in her cunt and pulled and thrust as she fucked his cock with her mouth.
When Derek came he lunged and held her face to his stomach. His groan was matched by hers. Her head still tried to bob under his hands.
“Dinner’s ready,” Liz said.
Derek laughed. “Damn. Doing that sure makes me hungry. Sorry, Andy, you couldn’t join at the other end.”
Liz shouted from the kitchen, “You guys aren’t going to make me feel guilty. Not one bit. I wasn’t the one who came up with the celibacy bit. I think it’s vastly overrated, but to quote Andy, we’re going to do our damnedest. So there.”
“Did you really say that, Andy?” Derek laughed. “No wonder the hangdog look. Let’s get eating.”
Dinner was one of the best, partly because of the meal, partly because of the company. I think it was two hours after we started dinner that Mary Sue finally got her spanking and three hours after that when she and Derek were ready to go to sleep.
Derek kept up a running commentary on what he was about to do or was doing, partly for the camera, partly for Liz. He was explaining the rationale, the method, and the effects. He was able to turn activities like spanking or breast bondage into something seeming a good deal less threatening. Mary Sue was obviously enjoying herself. And the sight of him afterwards wrapped around her bound and spread-eagled body on the bed was sweet in an unexpected way.
Sunday Derek, while flogging Mary Sue on the St. Andrew’s Cross, explained, both for the camera and for Liz, how for everything they did together it was important that either be able to say no for any reason. If Derek didn’t want to flog or fuck, he should be able to say no. Or if he decided anytime while fucking Mary Sue, he wanted to stop, he could.
“Don’t you dare, mister,” Mary Sue said.
I’m sure Mary Sue had made the same point yesterday.
Before lunch on Sunday and after already fucking Mary Sue in the ass several times, she told him he had to stop and move elsewhere. It was hurting. Derek looked at me because this didn’t happen often, and pulled out, saying he was ready to stop anyway. He brought her off one more time with his fingers.
After lunch Derek explained the gear in the drawers to Liz. She let him give her a short flogging.
While they were occupied, Mary Sue and I talked in the bedroom.
“She needs to be hugged, Andy. You’re going to have to find a way to cuddle her.”
“When I’m talking with Liz I’m already falling into that dangerous state where one moment there are words and the next there’s something else. She doesn’t pull back, she goes deeper.”
“It’s probably going to happen anyway, Andy. Better later than sooner. If you don’t want it to happen, you need to get her out of here to someplace safe.”
“I do want it to happen and I don’t.”
“It’s not legal for you to have sex with her.”
“I know that. But I don’t think there’s any other options to having her here.”
“I might be able to find a place. Want me to look?”
“Yes and no. Call me if there’s some place that’s good and that’s near here.”
“She won’t be able to see you.”
“I know. I mean I guess I know that. My first concern two weeks ago was her safety and her health.”
“Your first?” She smiled.
“She tell you about the cagemobile?”
Mary Sue smiled.
“I’ve been playing with fire.”
“Do you think you’re too old?”
“Right now, yes. When she does that stuff with her clothes, no.”
“She’s still surprised you haven’t fucked me.” Mary Sue touched my hand. “Our time is just about up. Surprised and pleased with you. Perhaps your restraint will encourage restraint on her part. She deserves a good long cuddle, Andy. I don’t think age matters as much to her as you think.”
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