I watched him from behind the bars. After having willingly stripped and climbed into the cage I had found safety behind the bar, but I knew it wouldn’t last. I watched as he set up the sybian, wondering how long I’d be able to last on it, knowing it wouldn’t be long when he pulled out the attachments for it.
I forced myself to look away, instead resting my forehead on my hands as I curled up in the cage. I didn’t release until it was too late. Until I felt the two tiny prods of the shock want pressing into my skin, sending electric shocks across my body. I flinched and screamed, pushing myself against the opposite bars, trying to get away from him. He continued to poke me with the prod, enjoying my screams and screaming in the cage. Eventually I had backed myself into the corner, feeling the sting of each shock still radiating on my skin. I whimpered and whined between the screams, my safe place shattered, but my arousal high.
He left me for a moment and I lay on my back in the cage, trying to calm my breathing.
‘Take off your underwear.’ he ordered. I quickly shimmied out of my underwear, dropping it on the other side of the bars. ‘Touch yourself.’ I gripped onto the bars with one hand and slid the other down to my pussy, already finding it soaked. I rubbed my clit, the pleasure building quickly. The sting still lingered on my skin, I was trapped behind bars with the only way out too heavy for me to lift.
I couldn’t stop the moans dripping from my lips, the pleasure building too quickly, my orgasm approaching.
‘Please Sir, can I come?’ I begged, I didn’t even know where he was at this point, the pleasure creating a haze. All I heard was the approval, the simple single word of ‘yes’ being uttered before I was cumming, pleasure washing over and almost making my shake.
‘Thank you, thank you Sir…’ I whimpered, the pleasure subsiding and the haze clearing, my first orgasm of the night pushing me down into the right place.
He lifted the lid of the cage, motioning me to climb out. I moved slowly, my small frame having to hop out of the cage, trying not to fall. Wordless he pointed to the floor and I sunk to my knees, following him as he walked away in a crawl. He pulled me up onto a platform and almost immediately I felt his fingers inside me, two fingers easily pushing into me and curving upwards, my hips bucking upwards into the air. A second orgasm following closely behind the first, permission asked and permission granted.
Turning onto my stomach, he turned his fingers to another hole, slipping on finger past the tight ring of my ass. The feeling wasn’t new, but still more pleasurable, my ass untrained properly but the pleasure building quicker than anything else I had felt.
‘Please Sir I need to cum… Please let me cum!’ I begged, pushing my ass into the air, wanting to feel more.
‘Cum for me.’ his words allowed me pleasure, washing over me in waves. I fell back onto the platform, my body feeling loose, but wanting more.
He pulled me onto my back and to the edge of the platform, my head falling off the edge. Knowing what he wanted, I braced my hands underneath my ass and opened my mouth wide, waiting for his cock. It was quickly pushed straight to the back of my throat, almost making me choke. But breathing through my nose and concentrating, I was able to focus, rubbing my tongue along his cock. Thrusting into me, using my mouth as he pleased, he was determined to make me choke, spit and drool running down my face and chin. Every time he managed to make me choke I would panic, bending my legs and rising my hips, the only way out I could see moving further down, almost falling off the platform if he hadn’t had grabbed my shoulders, keeping me still as I choked and panicked. Despite all of that, my pussy was again wet, clenching around nothing and desperate to be touched.
When he grew tired of abusing my mouth he pulled away, pushing me back onto the floor and making me crawl over to the sybian. The fear in my chest was overcome with arousal in my pussy. He had set up the sybian in front of the settee so he could have a front row seat to my downfall.
‘Climb on.’ he order, taking his seat. Slowly, I stood and straddled the sybian, the prod easily slipping into my pussy. Already aroused and horny I couldn’t help but gasp when he turned the sybian on, even on the low setting was still better than any vibrator I have ever had. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on the front of the sybian and leaned forward, feeling it press down inside me, vibrating perfectly. It took less than a minute for an orgasm to take over, barely being able to ask for permission before cumming on the sybian, just about hearing the approval before I did.
From there the orgasms kept coming, literally. With no restraint he turned the sybian on full, enjoying hearing me scream. He continued to fiddle with the controls, turning it from low to high repeatedly, eventually standing to inflict something worse. Wrapping his arm around my front, I felt his other hand on the small of my back, pressing me down harder on the sybian, making me scream in pleasure. I gripped onto his arm and leaned into him, struggling against his grip and trying to find something to ground myself. Orgasm after orgasm, everyone requiring permission and everyone granted until I couldn’t take it anymore.
Eventually he let me go, switching the sybian off and allowing me to pull myself off the sybian, my legs feeling like jello and falling to the floor. Everything was fuzzy, I was lying half across the settee, waiting for the numbness to leave my pussy. He sat next to me and pulled me to lean on his lap, gently stroking my hair and chuckling to himself. Feeling accomplished in killing a sub.