Continuing my fictional tale – BARS, Woman in a Cage ~ Warning – non-consent.
This is Part Two of Woman in a Cage. It can be read as a stand alone story or as the second part of a longer tale.
Catch up ~ Part One ~ Crazy about You
His Pleasure
Perhaps it was the shock of finding out Digger had locked me in a cage. Or maybe it was my brain filtering out the pain of the split lip he’d inflicted upon me. Whatever it was I slept really well.
But as soon as I awoke my mind did somersaults trying to work out the situation I was faced with. Mostly I was confused. Still in shook as I ran through the series of events to try and make sense of it all. I’d cheated. He got mad and lashed out. Then spent his time obsessively creating my new living environment. He’d imprisoned me. The cage was situated in our spare room. Which also housed a single bed, small washbasin and a wardrobe. There was a window but Digger had built the enclosure cleverly so I could only see out at an angle.
Sitting on the edge of my bed I mulled over what I felt about him. I mean he was my husband. For better or for worse. Being captive was dreadful but I still loved him. Though I pretty much hated him too.
Just at that moment he came in with my breakfast. And what a feast it was. Bacon and eggs with all the trimmings. He plonked it down on the small table and as I eat he sat on the edge of the bed talking to me. Appearing less volatile.
“Gill. I really am thinking of us. This is for your own good. What kinda wife goes and fucks a stranger down the local boozer? It’s not on, and high time that you put me first. My wants, needs – my pleasure. And that’s what we will be doing for a bit. Get your head into a better mindset. Stop being the selfish bitch that you’ve become. I’ll do my bit, take care of you and that.”
As he talked the familiar feisty streak reared up inside me. Not having eaten much the previous day meant I was famished, so I managed to stifle my temper long enough to finish the breakfast then I jumped up and made a lunge towards him. Throwing jabs at his torso with my fists. To be honest it must have looked like I was play fighting. The collar and chain jangling as I moved.
“Your bloody pleasure. What about mine? Stuck in an effing cage. I’m being treated like an animal. What kind of husband would do such a thing?”
He grabbed my wrists. “Gill I don’t wanna hit you again. Calm down. You were in the wrong first. And I know two wrongs don’t make a right but if you stop thinking of yourself things will get better for us both. Com’on, when did ye last hold down a job? Yeah, that’s right a while back. If you’re gonna be a lazy bitch, living of cash I’ve earned, ye can agree to my terms.”
Pushing me away he disappeared through the cage door and I was left to my own thoughts again. The thing is, there were bits of what he said I agreed with, but… but.. I mean, a cage for gods sake.
I heard the car leaving the drive and then an hour later returning. Digger came straight into the room and opening the cage he led me over to the sink. The chain just stretched that far. Nothing was said. He simply undressed me and filling the wash basin with warm water gently began to cleanse my body using a sponge. Soaping carefully under arms, between my legs, down my back. Taking his time. All the while staring me straight in the eye. After, he dried me with a towel, sat me down on a near by chair and cleaned the lip wound. Then gently brushed my long wavy hair.
“There. You are a good clean girl now.”
He hung some new clothes in the wardrobe. They were all button up dresses. Helping me put one on he explained these were now my uniform. Easy access. No underwear allowed. For his pleasure not mine.
Then locking the door he went back into the main part of the house again.
I lay on the bed thinking about how tenderly he had bathed me.
Lunch came plus some books he’d bought when out. A couple of them were quiet old. From the 1950’s. How to keep your husband happy kind of thing. And a few trashy novels. It gave me something to do until he returned early evening. I could tell he’d been drinking. Though he was far from drunk.
Unlocking my cage he pulled me out into the spare room and told me to position my self, front down, over the side of the bed. He wasted no time raising the hem of my dress and then removing his belt. Looming above he stuck my arse cheeks with the leather. I immediately shrieked while my bum and torso thrashed around.
“The more noise you make the longer I’ll beat you.”
And with that threat the belt cracked down a second time. I tried to muffle the sound of my moans but they were almost involuntary. Each time the thwack came down harder. After about ten searing strikes my mind took over and numbed the pain. Quietening my cries I let the mattress envelop me until my body was still.
“That’s better, bitch. Don’t forget you’re my fuck toy.”
On his last word his already moist knob nestled against my anus. He’d tried for many years to persuade me to let him have that hole. But I refused. Now he was going take it.
Moving my hips slightly higher he forced his cock forward and in. Pushing against the tightness of the muscles.
The whipping seemed to have calmed my body completely. And my arse relaxed as he began to fuck me. I gave in to what he wanted. His pleasure was clear as he lost control and rammed me stroke after stroke without consideration. Finally he groaned and fell on to my back.
He lay in that position for a few minutes before falling asleep. I could hear his rhythmic snoring and didn’t move. His cock slipped out of my butt and the semen followed. It felt almost cosy laying there. His weight pushing me into the bed. Knowing he was satiated.
Carry on with Bars ~ Part Three…
Here is a short 2 part series I wrote last year with a foot in reality.
Header image from Pixabay.
Guest Author
May More
Oh dear, there’s a stirring in my loins when he has her pinned and takes her anally – that’s wrong of me isn’t it? I mean, she hasn’t consented to this…
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(These comments are being typed as I read all 5 parts – I’ll only press ‘post comment’ after I’ve read all 5 [if the above is still appropriate])
very funny! u are allowed to like a bit of non-con anal as a “fantasy” 😉
I can definitely see this changing into a willing captive thing. Nicely done, May. I enjoyed reading
It is an intriguing story and I think you have the balance between horror and attraction right. I like that we are seeing and feeling a different side at the same time as she is. Her mind seems to be shifting and you are taking us with her.
Thanks Missy – I know this is a story but people are complicated – and even in a given situation will behave differently at different times. So I am trying to put that across x
I’m a sucker for a good hook! Haha, I do hope you continue the story. You can see and almost feel her struggle with his breaking of her. I agree with Brigit they do deserve each other and I can’t wait to read what happens next. ?
Glad you can feel it – and the way people- even characters in stories – react to things can sometimes not be as we expect x
I am intrigued, May, to see where this will be going. Nice second part 🙂
Rebel xox
Thanks Marie – as Brigit said on the last part I think they deserve each other 😉
Nice second part, May, sometimes that’s hard to do. Love how he assigned a uniform. Looks Gill may be imprisoned for awhile. When I read It felt almost cosy laying there. I can see the wheels turning in her mind. Looking forward to part 3.
thanks Elliott – it was never meant to be a long series – just an idea inspired by a couple of people – who i shall mention when its finished ?