My Diary: Entry 09 - Girl in a Cage - Sex Stories

My Diary: Entry 09 - Girl in a Cage

Hi!

It's Emma.

I'm so stiff and sore, I've never felt anything like it in my life...

Louisa is brutal!

After I lost my job, Louisa thought it would be a good idea to have me attend the hotel with her she normally goes to. She said she gets quite a bit of attention, and I was in no position to argue, so I went along... against my better judgment, I might add.

She showed me a room she uses, supplied free-of-charge by someone on reception she was rather flirty with. The room was quite spacious and lavish, and definitely five-star, meaning much more than either of us can afford combined. It certainly beats my flat, but that doesn't say much.

I noticed there was a cage off to the side, and I had to ask, didn't I, "Oh, you've got a dog?"

Louisa assured me she doesn't have a dog, nor any pets of any description, except...

Obviously, I ended up in the cage, but not before stripping down and having my clothes thrown unceremoniously from the window. I wanted to argue, but I was preoccupied with occupying these cramped steel bars, cold and hard, and the flat metal of the roof was too low for me to sit comfortably, and I didn't have the space to lie down either. I felt hopeless...

Louisa did say, "You stay, and be a good girl, and if you are good, I might even let you stretch yourself out for a bit."

I struggled to face her, saying, "I didn't think this would be so small. Please, let me out?"

Louisa mocked me, "Ha! You're funny... Now, I've got some ...

... errands to run, and I'll be back soon, mwah," blowing a kiss through the bars before she left.

I just cried... Minutes felt like hours... Hours felt like days... I was burning so hot in my muscles, and my bones were sore as if they were exposed, and I only had myself to blame. Why do I listen to Louisa, going along with all of this? I must be pretty desperate to go through this. I'm not built for this, and I'm not enjoying being crammed into this blasted box!

When Louisa came back, I was whimpering and whining like a beat dog, and she ignored me as she showed in some men; they were all eager, and barely noticed my predicament as they were fully focused on Louisa. She wasted no time getting down on the floor in the middle of the room, grasping and suckling on their cocks like there's no tomorrow.

I shook the cage, pleading, "Let me out? Let me out! Please?"

One of the men crouched down by the cage, checking me out as he said, "Aww, she's got herself a pet here! Want me to shut her up?"

Louisa demanded, "She's extra!"

The interested man shrugged, "Of course. I need to have my way, and I'll make sure she's worth it."

Louisa got up from her circle of cocks, and I heard her jangling keys as she unlocked my cage. I barely had chance to shift as thick, callused hands hauled me out, lifting me through the air, and throwing me on the bed. The softness of the sheets came as no comfort, and the stiffness of the bars on my skin were still felt, even in my bones. I was ...