After a cup of tea taken under a thick blanket on Mr.
Winter’s sofa, he gave her the choice of where to sleep for the night. There was his bed, chained and on a rug at
the bottom of his bed or his cage.
Jessica was sat in the cage, seemingly of her own volition. She had been there about an hour. In the darkened room with only candle-light
emanating from black church candles placed on holders around the walls to keep
her company she thought back over her conversation with Mr. Winters which had
led her to this position.
‘It seems that the answer would be simple for you.’
He had interrupted as she opened her mouth to reply that she
would like to sleep in the warmth and comfort of his bed with his body pressed
against hers for company.
‘It is not so simple as it first appears,’ He continued, ‘If
you sleep in my bed, it will certainly be the most comfortable option. However, I will spend the night seducing you,
tormenting you with my hands and my other parts and I will ensure that you have
no release and that will just be the beginning of your frustrations.’
‘I’ll sleep chained at the end of your bed.’ Jessica replied, firmly.
‘Of course you may, my rug is reindeer hide, silky and warm
to sleep on and I shall be close by.
However, I will spend all night seducing you with my conversation and
the temptation to touch yourself will be unbearable. Trust me, if you do touch yourself without my permission, you will
end up in the cage in any case and earn my displeasure.’
‘I’ll be uncomfortable in the cage.’
‘In one sense that’s true but not in other ways. Come with me, I’ll show you.’
The candles on the walls flickered, there must be a breeze
coming through an open window somewhere in the house. She shivered and the bells on her nipple clamps jingled. She was knelt up, her feet cuffed to the
bottom of the cage and her hands cuffed and chained to the top. Mr. Winters had placed nipple clamps with
little bells on her nipples, telling her to ring if she required any assistance
during the night. This was, in his
opinion the easiest option for her because she would not have to put up with
him seducing her during the night. The
other advantage he had indicated was that it was impossible to touch herself no
matter how turned on she may be and how tempting it might feel to slip a
moistened finger between her pussy lips and rub hard and fast before he could
catch her. Unfortunately sleep was
impossible in her predicament. He would
be expecting her to ring her bells for him sooner rather than later. Jessica was determined not to give him that
satisfaction too early. She examined
her bonds but the buckles on the cuffs were impossible to undo with her hands
restrained so far apart. She wondered
if she could push her hips up to her hand because she was convinced that if she
could just massage her clitoris for a moment, she could relieve the mounting
tension in her cunt. She contorted
herself this way and that but the way her ankles were restrained made pushing
her hips against anything but thin air impossible. She sighed and knelt still for a moment, determined to just wait
it out. She closed her eyes. Five minutes later her eyes flew open
again. She was sure she could hear
something, a banging noise. Perhaps it
was just the central heating. Her knees
hurt. He couldn’t really expect her to
kneel like this all night. Jessica gave
in. She shimmied, jiggling her breasts
and the bells tinkled, they sounded high and loud in the quiet. She waited, still for moment, listening for
his footsteps on the stairs or coming across the landing. When she heard nothing, she wriggled more
vigorously, screwing up her face with the pain as the clamps bit into her soft
nipples. She waited again and this
time, she heard the thud of his slippers on the carpet, unhurried, progressing
toward the door. He appeared wearing a
silk dressing gown over check pyjamas and sat down on the floor beside the
cage. He looked into the corner of the
room.
‘You rang?’
Still he didn’t turn.
For a moment Jessica thought she could lie and say that she hadn’t meant
to call him at all and had made a mistake.
He seemed lost in thought.
‘I think so.’ She
ventured.
‘Did you or did you not ring for me, Jessica?’
‘Did I wake you?’
Finally he looked at her, his blue eyes pale as milk in the
half-light.
‘No.’
Jessica tested her bonds again, her hands clenching into
fists. She wouldn’t have claimed to
know him but his monosyllabic approach was hardly characteristic.
‘I don’t know. I
moved a bit.’
He tilted his head to one side and observed her. His expression gave nothing away. He looked relaxed and focused.
‘Tell me the truth.’
He requested quietly.
Jessica turned her head, avoiding his eyes. He seemed so intense all of a sudden.
‘I think I might have just moved around too much by
mistake.’ She whimpered.
He stood and made his way across the room, out of
sight. The candles went out and the
room was blinked into blackness.
‘Remember, you chose this.’
She heard his voice to her right.
Her senses were on fire, she felt more helpless than ever;
there was no give in her bonds and she was trapped in a cage in the darkness of
the house of dangerous stranger. If
only she had been sensible and just waited in silence until the morning. Mr. Winters would surely have let his guard
slip at some point and allowed her the chance to escape at some point. Her mind switched back to the weight of the
boss on her prostrate form behind the blue velvet curtain. How frightened she had been and yet how
aroused she had become by the tease of the clit sucking he gave her. Perhaps even if she had the chance to
escape, she would remain a prisoner, just to see what would happen to her
next. Where the journey would lead her,
to find out what was on the other side of her fear.
‘What do you mean?’
She called into the blackness.
She couldn’t even see the cage bars in front of her face.
‘You chose to lie to me, even when I specified that you
should tell me the truth. I was going
to give you a treat.’
He was closer now, she could feel his breath on her face but
he was as invisible as a ghost.
‘If you lie to me, you need to learn that you get a trick.’
There was a flash.
Jessica wondered if he had taken a photograph but there had been a buzz
rather than the noise of the shutter closing.
Then it came again, something metal sparking off the bars of the
cage. Mr. Winters’ face was lit from
below for a moment; he was smiling, a blue demon in the electric light. Metal sparked against metal, miniature fork
lightening crackling on the cage bars.
Images of convicts spasming in the electric chair flashed through her
mind. She didn’t want that to be her. There was no escape, her bonds were firm,
the cage was locked and he seemed intent on electrocuting her with the sparking
metal in his hand.
‘It’s a good job for you that you didn’t move around too
much and touch the bars of the cage.
They have been electrified all this time.’
There was a pain on her ribs. It felt hot and sharp, like a cut. Jessica yelped in fear and pain.
‘No, please stop.’
‘I told you to remember that you chose this by lying to
me. This is the consequence.’
She shook her head in the darkness. No one could be expected to endure this
torture. If he cut her again, she was
sure that she would bleed to death.
‘You’re cutting me!
You’ll scar me!’
He laughed. Her
blood pounded in her ears.
‘Am I cutting you?’
He teased.
A sharp slash across her stomach. White-hot pain drilling through her insides. She roared out a scream. Sweat trickled between the cheeks of her
buttocks. She was sure she could feel
wetness running down her thighs and pooling around her knees.
‘I’ll bleed to death.
Please stop!’
He chuckled again.
‘Will you? I am
merciful, I’ll give you a quick death and slit your throat, rather than leaving
you to bleed to death from a gut wound.’
Jessica’s terror transported her from her body. She felt as though she was looking down on
herself from above. She could hear her
own screams, ringing out horror film sharp and hear his laughter as dark as any
villain. The blow came across her neck
brisk and almost painless in comparison to the other strikes. Her throat closed up on itself, she could
feel her mouth stretched wide but no sound came out.
Time seemed to stop.
Jessica couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or closed in the
blackness. She wondered if she would
see the light coming toward her as described on a psychic TV programme she saw
once or perhaps her life would flash before her eyes. Perhaps death was nothing but the oldest cliché in the book. Nothing happened, only stillness and
darkness. Her consciousness returned to
her body which felt as though it had been pounded with hailstones. The grind of her stiff knees on the floor of
the cage and the pull of air into her lungs made her realise, she was still
alive. Mr. Winters lit the candles on
the walls. Jessica was shaking, her
legs wobbling underneath her, her head rushing as if she was underwater.
‘How did I survive?’
She could hardly keep the grin from her face, she was so
grateful for her intact body with all its aches and pains. Mr. Winters sat beside the cage. He held up a machete.
‘It’s blunt.’ He explained, ‘But when it has electricity
running through it,’
He pushed the blade through the bars and ran the tip down
her thigh. She squealed through closed
lips, as it seemed to cut into her flesh.
‘It feels as though it is cutting you.’
The blunt blade left a red mark on her thigh but did not
penetrate. The beads of blood that she
had expected to see simply weren’t there.
‘Doesn’t it?’
Jessica nodded, her eyes wide and shocked.
‘That’s how you survived.
You were never in any danger. I
would never really harm you.’
He reached through the bars and stroked her face. Electricity prickled against her cheek. His reassurance made her shudder even more.
‘How is your touch electrified?’
‘I’ll show you how it’s done tomorrow but for now, please
oblige me? I can’t keep my hands off
your delectable pussy a moment longer.’
He pulled on a velvet glove then reached back through the
bars. As he ran his sharp, electric
touch up the inside of her thigh, she was shocked to find that her cunt was
swollen and her pussy lips were slipping over each other. They were slicked and ready for him. Her helplessness and her fear felt as if
they had been channelled into her sex.
His velvet fingers sparked off her engorged lips, making her jump and
yet long for more. He sought out her
clitoris and pinched it. The pain of
the electricity earthing itself through her most sensitive spot caused her to
writhe uncontrollably. Her body craved
orgasm, her cunt clenched but the sharp pain was maddeningly distracting.
‘Please, stop the pain, I need to come!’
Even as she begged it was as if the pain was fuelling her
arousal. Every touch stung like a wasp
and yet brought her spiralling up toward the loss of control she needed. He took his hands away from her cunt
abruptly and teased her hard nipples with the back of his hands. It felt as though tiny teeth were biting
them.
‘ May I come? I
wouldn’t tell anyone.’ She groaned,
through deep breathes.
He took his hands away and looked down his nose at her. Her teeth were almost chattering in
frustration. She wanted so badly to
have some release from the waves of ecstacy that tormented her cunt.
‘You must learn about honesty.’ He remarked, disappointingly.
Mr. Winters put his tight red gloved hand through the bars
toward her face.
‘Take off my glove.’
She tugged at the material near the fingers with her teeth.
‘That will be my gift to you,’ He continued as she removed
one glove and he took it from her mouth, ‘I will teach you integrity. Did you know that your greatest tools for
doing anything in this life are sincerity and action.’
Jessica considered this supposition as she pulled off his
other glove.
‘Now that you have realised the value of your life, having
thought you had lost it, I’m sure you want to make the most of what you have
left of it?’
‘Yes, I do. Of
course I do.’
‘You say “of course” and yet you only seem to live for the
here and now. I think you lack
confidence in the future and I intend to remedy that.’
Jessica could not fathom what he meant but she was too tired
to comment or ask more questions. He
let her out of the cage and led her into his bedroom and shackled her hands to
the foot of his bed.
‘Try to get some sleep.
I want to take you out riding tomorrow and you will need your strength.’
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