Caged and horny - Sex Stories

Caged and horny

I wish I had never complained about my life, it seems like I wasted so much time worrying about such trivial things. I had a family, a job and a great girlfriend; all obsolete now as I find myself in an inescapable situation. This uncontrollable shiver is driving me insane! Am I shaking from cold, from fear? All I feel is dumb. Suck in darkness, naked. As my eyes adjust to the lack of light, I pan my unfamiliar surroundings; a single bulb provides the only light. I am imprisoned, like an animal, in a cage no bigger than a double bed. Beyond the slick, metal bars to the cage in which I am trapped I see four dark walls. - A basement? An attic? I cannot tell, but that musty smell is that of which I recognise as a room that is not well lived in, it is a smell of damp and an unloved area. On the brick walls I see chains and rope hanging, the soft sound of the metal clanging together is in a small way, comforting, perfect silence would have been worse. The cold suddenly hits me again as I continue to shiver, I sit in a ball with my arms wrapped around my bent legs. This was okay, but my shrivelled up balls were still touching the ice cold floor, it is cold to the point of a dumbing pain. I hear a moan, a so familiar voice. Emily? Really? Here? I swiftly turn my head, and I see her, she is caged and naked, like me. I see her beautiful woman’s body exposed to the world. She looks cold, lead on the floor in the foetal position, shaking. I try to call her name but only a whimper ...

... escapes. “Get a hold of yourself! Emily is in danger!” I shout in my head. The thought of Emily in danger is too much to bare, I must do something! Anything! “Jack?” I hear her soft, scared voice. “Emily, yeah it’s me” I crawl closer to the bars that separate us. I put my arm between the cold bars and reach out to her. She grabs my arm and wraps herself, close into me, as close as the bars would allow. “Where the fuck are we Jack?” What could I say? I didn’t have a fucking clue either! “I’m here Emily” was all I could muster. Suddenly I hear the footsteps of a woman in heals, sounds as if there are coming down a flight of stairs. Emily and I both turn to stare to where the sound was coming from. The door is unlocked slowly and is pushed open. In the doorway there is standing a famine shadow figure. The figure steps forward slowly into the light. Holy shit she is hot! She has on black high heels, fishnet stockings, a black thong and a black and red corset; above the corset her tits are free, obviously fake, but amazing, round, pert tits. Her nipples are erect from the cold. She has heavy gothic makeup and black scrapped back hair into a high pony tail. “You two are going to fuck for me. If you do a good job, I will let you go. I hope we have a fucking deal.” She smiles looking at me and Emily. She then walks over to Emily’s cage and pulls out a set of keys from her cleavage. Emily is holding my arm tightly around her neck; I am holding her through the cage. She sits up and pushes ...