30
Lia
“What do you think, baby? Isn’t it nice?”
I make a face. “I don’t know, Logan. I mean… I guess it’s big.”
It is big, a lot bigger than the Paris cage. But then, Logan’s apartment is huge. It’s crazy to realize that the poor foster kid I used to know has been living a life of luxury, while I’ve been stuck in a tiny house in Ireland, getting injected by my father weekly.
While I’ve been suffering, he’s been living the life. But that didn’t stop him from coming to find me the minute I escaped from my hellish prison, and threatening me with a gun.
Bitterness and hurt rankle in my chest. It’s a slow process, with the fog leaving my mind, and my heart still wrapped up hopelessly in him, to take stock of all the ways he hurt me. Of all the ways he’s still hurting me, of all the ways I know he will hurt me in the future.
It’s hard to realize how incapable I am of doing anything but submitting to him. No matter what.
I’ll never be free.
“Get in the cage.”
“Okay.”
I don’t want to, but I also don’t want to resist him anymore. I was angry, and then deflated, but now I just feel needy. Needy, scared, lonely.
Besides, it is a nice cage. It’s big, and there’s a full bed in one corner, and an actual toilet in another. No dog food bowls, either, but a tiny trap that’s about the size of a tray, and I guess I’ll be getting real meals.
It looks like a small room, and would probably feel like one too, if it weren’t for the gold-plated bars and the sensor-activated cameras that move whenever I do.
“I’m not leaving you in here for the hell of it,” he says, kissing me through the space between the bars.
“Okay.”
“I might be gone for a few days, but someone will be in regularly with your food, and you’ll be able to wash, too. It won’t be bad at all.”
“Okay.”
Each of his words hurt, but all it took was him destroying my tits and nearly making me come for me to turn into putty in his hands again.
“Good girl. Now, I promised you, didn’t I? Turn around.”
Nervously, I do as he says, and his left arm twists around me, pressing me so my back is flush against the cage.
He flips up my skirt and removes my panties, before parting my ass cheeks.
I whimper when I feel the cold metal of the bar press against my crack.
My face flames when I realize it’s holding me open for him, but I forget everything when his other hand reaches around and palms my pussy.
“I’m very proud of you, Lia. Very proud.” He circles my clit, then pumps his fingers in and out of me, and soon I’m forgetting everything he’s making me endure as I ride his hand.
He flips on a TV hanging on one wall, which I can make out through the bars, and I gasp when I see myself on it, my tits bouncing every time I arch against his hand.
“Logan!”
“Shh, ghost girl. Look how sexy you are.”
His arm returns to my waist, only now he lets his fingers drift up to my still-red tits, flicking my sensitive nipples while the fingers on his other hand pump me harder. I forget all about the screen when an orgasm crashes through me.
“Good girl,” he croons, pinching my clit until another painful orgasm rolls through me. “Now get into downward dog position.”
“What the fuck?”
“Sorry, baby: that’s a yoga pose. Once you’ve spent enough time in Astley, you’ll be just as good at it as Everest.”
He tilts me down until my palms press against the ground, causing my body to take on a v-shape. “I doubt it, if I’m going to be locked in a cage all the time.”
He doesn’t deny it, instead kneading my ass before slapping it. “You’ve got a point.”
Then he hooks an arm around my waist, pulling me backward so that my butt is pressed against the bars again. I try to keep my balance while in the awkward pose, but don’t have time to prepare before I hear the squirt of a bottle and cool gel on my ass.
“Logan! Please! Wait—”
My plea turns into a stifled shriek when his cock invades me, pushing into my tight hole and stuffing me so suddenly and violently I see white.
“Yeah, Lia?” he asks, a moment too late.
“Please… be gentle.”
The cage has clearly brought out the full sadistic side of him, because he starts pounding into me, the very opposite of ‘gentle’. All I can do is scratch his legs for dear life as he holds me half-suspended in the air, the force of each of his thrusts making me breathless.
But if he’s a sadist, I’m a masochist, and I don’t have to feel his fingers on my cunt, or the accompanying snort, to know I’m wet.
“Ohhh… fuck!”
There’s no warning before something just as thick and rugged as his cock pushes up my soaking pussy. A massive, ridged dildo that he starts to pump inside me in time with the fast, hard thrusts of his cock in my ass.
“Logan… Logan!”
Moments later, I’ve come undone around him, but he keeps fucking into my energy-less body until I feel him tighten, and his seed fills me.
“Fuck,” he groans, “fuck, I need you. I need you so bad, Lia.”
I slide down on the floor, my body covered in a sheen of sweat, and rest my head against the cold metal bars. The door jangles open, and he gathers me in his arms. He wipes me down with a soft cloth, then folds me to him, and I curl up in a ball in his lap.
We stay like that for a long time, and as he strokes my hair and back gently, he hums the old melody in my ear. I feel so connected to him again, and I hold onto that desperately.
I start to hope that maybe this won’t be so bad. Maybe he isn’t really going to keep me locked up in here. Maybe it’s just going to be for sex, and I definitely wouldn’t mind that at all.
But then he pulls me gently off of him, laying me down on the bed, and stands up.
“Please stay with me, Logan. Please.”
“I can’t, baby.” He kisses me gently. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. I promise.” Another kiss, and he rises. “I’m going to find Jane.”
I gasp as he turns around, heading for the door.
“Logan! Stop! You can’t!” I bolt up, shaking the bars, in vain. “You can’t look for her without me! Let me out! I need to come with you! She’s my daughter, Logan! Logan!”
But he doesn’t pause or even look back, simply shutting the door behind him, leaving me in the pits of despair.