[Sasha Girl]

CAGED - DAY ONE


During her first night in the cage, Natasha was sick. The combined effect of the alcohol and whatever else she had consumed at the party was profound and did not take long to set in. Within hours of arriving at her new abode Natasha's body started convulsing. Minutes later the vomiting started.

Gabriel was a light sleeper. At the first sound of retching he was awake, but he did not rush to the girl's aid at once. Instead, he lay in his comfortable bed cursing her. He had a good mind to let her suffer on her own, but ultimately decided against it. For one, he needed to make sure she was still alive come the morning. Secondly, he had to shut her up so he could get back to sleep. Irritably he threw aside the covers and sat up. The shelter was warm and he was naked. In the darkness he reached down and stroked his erect cock for a moment. Then reluctantly, he got up and strolled over to the cage.

Natasha could not see her host approaching and would not have cared if she did. The violent cramping of her abdomen had absorbed her completely, with her eyes closed tightly against the pain. She did not even react when Gabriel reached in and placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Feeling sick, ha?” he murmured softly. He did not expect an answer. The feel of Natasha's hot clammy skin told him all he needed to know. Without another word he straightened and went over to the medicine cabinet. Under the light of the night lamp he selected a needle and syringe and filled it with the drug of choice: one that would stop the nausea and convulsions, and put her to sleep more or less instantly. He was not a doctor by profession, but in his line of work he had had sufficient training to allow him to administer medicines as needed. She may never thank him but to hell with it. It had to be done.

Natasha was convulsing so violently she could not think straight. Through a haze of pain she felt Gabriel's hand close around her right wrist and pull her arm straight and out of the cage. She let out a small moan as the needle pierced her skin in the crook above the elbow. He was very quick about it and she was in no state to resist. Seconds later her head rolled back and her body went still. The drug had done its work.

Still holding the girl's wrist, Gabriel nodded to himself. Her pulse was strong despite the sedative he gave her. She would be out for ten hours or so, but she would be fine. There was still the vomit to clean up, however. How inconvenient. Fetching the key from the bedside table, Gabriel unlocked the cage and dragged the lifeless body out. It did not take him long to mop up the mess and wipe the vomit from her mouth with a wet towel. He bent down to pull her back inside then he paused. As always when handling a helpless female, he had become aroused and now his cock was poking into his abdomen stiffly. He knew he needed to rest but he simply could not help himself. Swiftly he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her face down and spread her legs. Her ass was perfect and he kneaded her ass cheeks before spreading them apart. Her tight asshole was still open from when he had fucked it a short while ago and his cock slid in easily enough. He pumped her hard and without concern. In Gabriel's mind the little slut deserved to be fucked up the ass for waking him. Mmm… but it was nothing compared to what he yet planned to do to her. Thinking about it, he felt his balls constrict and a second later he was coming deep inside her ass. When he had blown a full load he withdrew with a happy groan. He slapped her cheek out of habit before lifting her up and tossing her across one shoulder like a ragged doll.

“Back into the cage where you belong,” he whispered with a smile. Minutes later his guest was locked up again and he was in his bed, fast asleep.

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When Natasha next came to it was almost midday. On account of being in an underground shelter, she did not know it until Gabriel pointed it out to her.

“You slept half the day away,” he sounded annoyed and she felt a ridiculous urge to apologise. Apologise for what? He had tricked her into coming with him then locked her in a cage. Her ass was still tender where his cock had violated her for God knows how long. With a shaking hand she tried to feel between her legs to check if she was ok.

“Oh yeah,” he said, watching her. “I fucked your ass again last night while you were out.”

He smirked at her from across the room and she wanted to murder him with her eyes and wipe the smirk off his face. But she was in a cage and naked and her ass was his and nothing she did would change that fact. She shivered involuntarily and rolled slowly onto her side, pulling her knees to her chin. If only she had not told a bunch of complete strangers about her twisted fantasies.

“Well don’t look so offended,” he teased her. “Or next time I won’t give you anything to help with the pain…”

Next time. She did not want to think about the next time. Gabriel on the other hand could think of little else. Placing his mug of coffee down on the kitchen bench he walked over to the cage and poked her through the bars with a toe of his boot. She tried her best to ignore him, but when she felt his hand on her head she remembered the treatment he gave her the night before and she spoke up quickly.

“What do you want from me?” she asked.

“I want to hear you scream,” he said. Natasha trembled at the words, not knowing if he meant right now or later. A moment later, she felt his hand on her breast and she moaned.

“Please…” she begged. “Please don’t…”

He only squeezed harder, pinching her nipple between his fingers and making her cry out in pain. Still she did not try and fight him. She was feeling too weak to resist him. As though reading her mind, he stopped abruptly and said:
“You must drink something.”

Leaving her alone for a second, he soon returned with a large plastic bottle filled with orange liquid. He shoved it through the bars at her.

“Drink this,” he said. “All of it.”

Blindly, Natasha did as she was told. Had she any idea of the torture that awaited her, she would have refused. Though it was not torture in the true sense of the word, but more of an initiation into a twisted new world: one that she had only dreamed of until now.
When she was done, Gabriel took the bottle away.

“That should help keep you going,” he said and she knew he spoke the truth. Her dehydrated body was feeling better already, but it was a feeling that would not last long. For the fact was he had provided her with the necessary sustenance to keep her going for the next few hours and that was all. Stepping lightly around the cage, he reached for the chain hanging on the wall.

“Come here Natasha,” he called her while unlocking the door to her prison. On her hands and knees she shuffled toward him slowly. She did not know what he intended to do, but the chain in his hands gave her a clue.

“Please, Gabriel...” she said, referring to him by name. Looking up at his face she saw it made no difference.

“Hurry up,” he said and he slipped the collar around her neck.

For twenty-four hours Natasha had been wishing to leave the cage but not like this. Gabriel pulled her out by the chain like she was a dog and she was too scared to fight him. She was also aroused by the humiliation of it, but she refused to admit this to herself.

“Stay on your hands and knees,” he instructed and she saw no choice but to obey. The chain was thick and heavy and it weighed her neck down as she shuffled around trying to keep up. Her only relief was that she did not have far to go.

He stopped before the stretch table where he bent down and grabbed her around the waist. She squirmed in his arms and he cussed at her as he laid her on the wooden surface face down. He did not let her lift her head, but pushed her down at once and began to strap her arms above her head.

“Keep still or this will hurt more than it has to,” he said. He realised that was a bit of a misleading statement considering what he was about to do, but whatever. It was a figure of speech. She was trembling quite noticeably now and he smiled as he strapped her ankles to the other end. If only she knew how much he was enjoying this. With his victim in place he took hold of the wheel and started to turn it. Stretching her oh so slowly.

Natasha felt her arms being pulled above her head and she breathed in deeply trying to brace herself. With the heavy metal collar around her neck and the leather straps biting into her wrists and ankles, she was feeling more helpless than ever and it turned her on so much that a stream of moisture seeped out between her thighs. Then the pain hit her. Because he did not simply stretch her arms and legs taut, but kept stretching her beyond this point. Placing strain on her limbs and making her tremble even more than she already was. The turning wheel squeaked with the action, while Natasha panted and groaned and finally she started to beg.

“Please stop!” she yelled in desperation. “I can't take any more!”

Gabriel however was a skilled operator. He knew just how far he could go without causing someone serious injury or death, and in Natasha's case he knew they had not reached that point yet. He cranked the wheel some more, watching in growing satisfaction as her body quivered with the tension.

“Please I beg you…” she was panting now, struggling to get the words out. “Please… stop…”
Natasha did not know when exactly she started to scream. She knew only that she was in pain and she had to express it somehow. She could not lift her head when he stopped and locked the wheel in place, and she could not stop the screaming. She had never felt pain like it and she did not think she could take any more.

Then she felt the wooden object press against her ass hole.

“Noooo!” she managed, but Gabriel was not listening. With a firm hand he pushed the lubricated handle of the baseball bat inside her tight opening. Withdrew it. Pushed it back in. Withdrew it again. As his excitement climbed, his actions became quicker, fucking her harder and harder. Though he made sure not to rip her skin, she was soon screaming in earnest just the way he liked it. The sights and sounds made his cock so hard it threatened to burst out of his pants and he had to reach down and unleash it while pumping her ass at the same time.

Natasha felt as though her ass was splitting. If she had not been tied down she would have fought like hell to get away. As it was, her body was vibrating like a string, so tightly was it stretched out. Even with the brutal raping of her ass in progress, she could not move an inch. She could only tremble and scream and she did that admirably and to Gabriel's utmost satisfaction.

She went on screaming long after he had finished and only stopped when her voice gave way. Then she hung her head between her trembling arms and cried. She cried so hard, snot came out of her nose and saliva streamed from her mouth. Inside her mind she kept begging for mercy, but she could not form the words any more.

Gabriel decided she had had enough. With a swift movement he unlatched the turn wheel and released the tension from her limbs. He watched dispassionately as she flopped on the table, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. He would have liked to tease her some more, but he was too excited to speak. So he just undid her straps and lifted her off the surface. Carrying her to the bed, he threw her on her back and pulled her legs apart. His cock was big and hard as he rammed it inside her. He chose her pussy this time because he knew how wet she was and he felt it deserved some attention. He pumped her methodically and she did not resist. How could she? Her joints were totally buggered… his cock swelled inside her at the thought.

Natasha was struggling not to throw up. She guessed the only reason she had not already done so was because he had not let her eat. He knew what he was doing, the bastard. The sadist. She should have known this was what he was, but it would not have helped her one bit. Once he had her in the cage she was lost. She shuddered as he thrust into her, grinding against her hips. His cock was long and thick and hard and she felt it with her ass as well as her front, as it rubbed her walls from the inside. She tried to tell herself it did not hurt as much as the anal rape, but it did. In desperation, she started crying again – at which he leaned down low. His powerful abdominal muscles rubbed against her and he never broke stride as he took a breast in his mouth and started sucking on it. Hard. Harder. His teeth closed around her nipple, causing her to buck beneath him helplessly. In a hoarse whisper she begged him to stop, but he went on fucking her regardless. He did not finish for over an hour.

By then she was broken. She was glad when he carried her to the cage and locked her in. Suddenly it was a place of refuge and she curled up gratefully into a foetal position, wishing only to be left alone.

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