Caged By Them: Descent Into Darkness
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“You are!” He nodded quickly. “And tomorrow we start putting Jackson Investments back together again.”
“What? How?” I blinked in confusion, wondering if it was just an illusion cooked up by prison madness.
“Your girlfriend—please tell me she’s your girlfriend and not Reynard’s. He doesn’t deserve a sweet girl like her.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “She took down Josef Weber.”
“Hold on.” I pulled away. “What girl?”
“Lizzy!” His face twisted into a look of confusion. “Mauro, you act like you don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about.”
“I—I don’t.” I blinked with even more confusion registered. “How did she do that?”
“Let’s talk about that when we get on the plane. The release paperwork is coming through right now and I even managed to get a favor called in—they’re not going to make the arrest until you’re out, so we can watch the whole thing live while we get the fuck out of Chicago.” He patted me on the shoulder again. “It’s over. It’s time to go home.”
My head was filled with confusion as the guard took me back to my cell. If what Fisk said was true, it was the last time I was walking down that hallway before I was headed out the front door. I didn’t even say anything to Reynard when I got back. I was just simply stunned with silence. I sat down in my cell and tried to process it. How in the world did Lizzy, of all people, manage to take down Josef Weber? Why would she? What would drive her to help us after all she had been through at our hands—the punishment—the time in the cage—we were so cruel to her. We didn’t deserve her help, much less her kindness.
“Are you going to tell me what the visit was about, or is it that fucking bad?” Reynard sat up and looked over at me.
“It—was good news.” I finally allowed myself to smile. “We’re going home.”
I told Reynard what Fisk had told me—but he had as many questions as I had. Luckily, we didn’t have to wait very long. It felt like waking up from a dream when we were released, and the door swung open. I wanted to kiss the ground—hell, I wanted to hug the ground. Fisk ushered us into a limousine and gave us a few more details. Lizzy had managed to somehow get her hands on a contract between Josef Weber and our sister—her real name was Hannah Clark. The police were still looking, but since they had enough evidence to charge her, they were sure she would be in custody soon. The main event was about to begin though—the one that I didn’t want to miss. Fisk sat his laptop up once the plane was in the air and we leaned forward to watch the screen.
“Holy shit.” Reynard grinned. “Josef Weber is handcuffs—that’s a beautiful fucking sight.”
“Yes, it is.” I nodded. “Wait, did they say something about murder?”
“I didn’t want to mention that until the plane was in the air—because I knew what the two of you would do.” Fisk exhaled sharply. “There’s a very good chance Josef Weber or your sister was responsible for Wyatt’s death—the authorities have reason to believe it wasn’t a suicide.”
“That son of a bitch. Land the fucking plane!” I jumped up from my seat.
“Mauro—don’t.” Fisk grabbed my arm.
“Either he’s putting a bullet in Weber, or I am.” Reynard grabbed Fisk’s arm and ripped it away from me.
“Hold on.” Fisk was terrified, but he tried to maintain a calm demeanor. “Think about this for a second. You just got out of jail. Do you really want to end up back there for murder—you might be justified, but that doesn’t mean they won’t lock your ass back up.”
“Fuck.” I shook my head angrily. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“He’ll get his.” Reynard’s jaw tightened. “Probably better if we don’t put a bullet in his skull—I want him to suffer before he dies.”
Fisk filled us in on the rest of the details on the flight to New York. Lizzy had managed to use her skills—the very ones that put her in the cage, to begin with—to ensnare a high ranking Vice President at Weber Acquisitions. He didn’t know all of the details, but I was pretty sure I could fill in the blanks after reading enough of her chat logs. She managed to get her hands on a contract between Weber and Hannah—one that implicated them in the scheme.
Hannah might have started as an innocent girl that Wyatt paid off, but she was fully complicit in Weber’s plan. She traded him her shell companies, so he would have leverage against us and he promised her Jackson Investments in return. He was really just after our clients, which probably wouldn’t have stayed with us after the scandal anyway. Hannah would have been a rich woman once it was all said and done regardless. With Wyatt out of the way, she would have stood to inherit a larger share once she was able to stake her claim. We would have been stuck footing that bill too since it would have looked like we were a party to Wyatt’s deception.
Everything they did was calculated—so calculated that I would have been impressed if it wasn’t my company they were after. If what Lizzy found was accurate, they killed Wyatt to get their hands on the will, and they waited patiently for us to react—they knew we would—we played right into their hands.
One thing was for certain.
Lizzy might have saved us.
But she had been a very bad girl in the process.
Lizzy
I got word from Fisk that the Jackson brothers were on their way back to New York. Just hearing the news made my heart beat hard in my chest and my pulse race. I didn’t know how they would react when they saw me, but I knew what I wanted—every bit of their cruelty. There was a time and place for kindness, but that wasn’t what I craved. I needed their beasts to ravage me—to take me the way they had when I was the girl in the cage. That’s exactly what I needed to be—the only way my desires would be satiated. I left a trail of clothes from the front door to the room where I was kept—then I turned off the light and crawled into my cage. I hoped they would find me there—I hoped they would understand.
I need to be the girl in the cage—even if it’s just one more time.
The darkness wasn’t nearly as terrifying as it had been, mostly because the anticipation was killing me. I heard their footsteps—then a pause. Obviously, they had discovered the breadcrumbs I left on the way to my cage. Their footsteps got closer and the door opened. I saw two outlines—it was both of them. The light came on and I fought against the desire to open the cage and rush to see them. I needed something different. I could enjoy a happy reunion later—figure out what our future held when they were done.
“I could have sworn we let you go.” Reynard was the first to speak.
“Maybe I don’t want you to let me go—Master.” I looked up at him.
“I guess I should let you two have your fun.” Mauro exhaled sharply. “I have a company to try to salvage.”
“No—Master.” I looked towards him and shook my head. “I don’t want you to go. I don’t want either of you to go.”
“What do you want?” Reynard leaned forward.
“I’ve got a lot of promises to fulfill—punishment that I deserve.” I tilted my head to the side and exhaled sharply.
Reynard understood, maybe even before Mauro. He opened the cage and ordered me to crawl to him. I did as he commanded. His hand wrapped around my hair and he hauled me to my feet. I knew we were going to the playroom and I had to suppress a smile as my desires went wild. The two of them took me to the spot where I had been tormented—yet learned to crave after I was released. Mauro’s cock was already throbbing in his pants when he helped Reynard strap me to the bench. They had both been locked up—without affection—without being able to chase their desires. I wanted them to ravage me—destroy me—leave me so sore and aching that my body couldn’t handle anymore torment—then I wanted more.
“Such a beautiful canvas.” Reynard’s fingers drifted down my back until they reached my ass. “Begging to be painted with torment.”
SMACK!
“Yes Master!” My head flew back as I felt the first stinging smack.
“You’ve bee
n a bad girl while we’ve been locked up, haven’t you?” Mauro walked in front of me and I saw a cat-o-nine tails in his hand.
“Yes!” I nodded quickly.
“The two of us know exactly what to do with bad girls.” He chuckled, and I felt the whip land on my back.
Mauro whipped me while Reynard walked over to one of his drawers and returned with a ring gag. He inserted it into my mouth and immediately started unbuckling his pants. I wanted a taste more than I ever had before, and I didn’t have to wait. He pushed his cock into my throat and started to fuck my mouth while Mauro’s whip continued to fall. The whip left my back stinging as he worked his way down to my ass and let the braided leather tease my pussy. He didn’t swing it hard enough to give me more than a tease when it got close to my clit, but it still set my body on fire. I needed him—I needed both of them.
“So fucking wet.” Mauro rubbed his fingers against my pussy and started to push one of them inside me. “Nice and tight—ready to be fucked like the bad little girl you are.”
Please, god—yes!
I heard a shuffling of fabric and then felt his hands on my hips. He pushed the head of his cock past my pussy lips and began to enter me. Not even Reynard’s cock could keep my moans silenced once Mauro started to thrust. I was in bliss—true absolute bliss. I needed them both—their cruelty—their lust—every bit of it. My wish was granted as both of them started to slam their cocks into me at a faster pace. Mauro made my g-spot scream for more while Reynard continued to fuck my mouth. They kept going for several minutes before they traded places and I tasted my own lust on Mauro’s cock. I heard a growl resonating deep within him as he began to ravage my mouth—then Reynard was inside me—driving his enormous cock deep inside the pussy he once claimed—the pussy I wanted him to claim forever.
“How long should we make you wait before you get to come.” Reynard grabbed my ass and I felt his hand come down.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“A few hours seem fair.” Mauro let out a gasp. “If you find something else to occupy your cock besides that amazing pussy.”
“I can think of something.” Reynard pulled himself free and then I felt him pushing between my cheeks. “Something just as fucking tight.”
I had never been fucked in my ass before—neither of them did that when I was their captive. It hurt when he started to push himself inside me, but the pain was delicious. I craved it. I felt myself slipping into a dark place where the only thing I could feel was the beautiful surrender of my body. My pussy was on fire, my body was aching for an orgasm, but instead—they just used me for their own lust. Mauro was the first to start throbbing—and then he unloaded in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, forcing his cum down before it slid down my chin. Then my mouth was unoccupied and all I could focus on was the thunderous thrusts being hammered into my ass by Reynard.
“I’m going to make this nice and slow—make sure you suffer as long as possible.” He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.
Yes—please—hurt me, Master!
Reynard controlled his thrusts for so long that I thought I was going to die if I didn’t get an orgasm. I tried to rub my clit against the bench, but the straps prevented much movement. Reynard’s cock teased me when the thrusts got faster because I could feel the twinge of pleasure in my pussy, but it wasn’t strong enough to make me come. It was like being roasted over a flame, but never feeling the fury of the fire. I finally felt him start to throb and there was nothing I could do but take his load. He drove his dick deep into my ass and filled it with his burning cum. Then he was gone—he pulled out and they left me laying there while they inspected the other implements that could be used to torment me.
They each returned with leather straps—about the width of a belt, but just a tad thicker. They slapped my ass several times, each of them taking a turn so that I never got a chance to prepare before the next one was landing. The straps were painful, but they didn’t swing them hard enough to leave more than red marks on my ass. The stinging sensation coupled with the barrage of their leather wrath left me aching for an orgasm. Mauro removed the gag from my mouth and knelt down with his eyes locked on mine.
“Beg for what you want.” He tilted his head to the side. “Beg for it and we’ll give it to you.”
“I want—please keep going.” I looked at him and pleaded “Don’t stop, Master.”
They returned the straps to the wall and came back with clamps. The cuffs were removed, and I was pulled from the bench. They took me to the center of the room and Reynard pulled down a set of cuffs that were hanging from the ceiling. They were wrapped around my wrists and fastened—then Mauro tightened them until I was almost suspended. Reynard put clamps on my nipples and Mauro lit a candle. The end of it was pushed into my throat and I was forced to hold it there as the wax started to drip down on my body.
This is the torment I craved—the ability to just let go—to succumb to their desires in order to feel my own.
They punished me with various implements while the candle burned. My body ached for more, each time I felt the pain sear my flesh. I was on the edge of bliss and I thought I was going to orgasm without even having one of them inside me—I was going to get off on the pain. Right before my body finally gave in to the lust simmering below the surface, they stopped punishing me. Reynard removed the candle from my mouth and walked behind me. I felt their cocks, hard and throbbing for me again. Mauro lifted my leg and forced himself inside my pussy. I barely had time to adjust before I felt Reynard entering my ass again. They were going to fuck me at the same time—there was no way I was going to be able to hold back much longer.
“Now, sweet Lizzy…” Reynard growled into my ear. “We’re going to make you come so many times you beg us to stop.”
“Never…” I exhaled sharply and felt them start thrusting. “Please fuck me!”
Their thrusts started fast and only got faster. One of them in my ass—the other buried inside my pussy. They were in touch with the primal side that made their beast roar, and both of them were unleashed on my body at the same time. The thrusts were in unison—each one of the Jackson brothers going deep at the same time. It didn’t take long before the first orgasm ripped through my body, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. I could already feel the second one before the first was done. I was suspended between them and their thrusts were so hard that they were lifting my feet off the ground. My vision blurred—my mouth opened wide—and the second orgasm made me scream.
“Harder, Master!” I started gasping for air.
“Which one of us.” Mauro hammered himself hard, making my g-spot pulsate against his cock as I spasmed from the orgasm.
“Both!” I screamed again with bliss consuming my soul.
I sank into a place between pleasure and pain. The orgasms just kept coming and I was in constant euphoria. I let go of myself—let go everything except the nirvana that made me feel like I was floating. I finally felt both of them throbbing—they were about to erupt for the second time. My body was nothing more than a tool for their pleasure at that point but feeling their cum brought me back to the depths of reality long enough to orgasm for what felt like the hundredth time. My muscles were sore. My body was ravaged. I wasn’t even sure that I could speak—and I was in absolute heaven. Once their seed was inside me and their lust was satisfied, they removed the cuffs. I slumped forward into Mauro’s waiting arms.
“I guess we should carry her to the bedroom.” I heard Mauro’s words echoing in my ear, but they were ringing so bad it was distorted.
“No. She should spend the night in her cage.” I felt Reynard’s hands on my back.
Yes, Master—that’s exactly where I want to be.
Reynard
A few hours later
“Yes, that’s right.” I held the phone up to my ear. “Those two guys that were in jail with us—you know what I’m asking for.”
Josef Weber’s very painful—very unpleasant—immediate demise.
“Yes.” I nodded. “It’s done.”
“Good.” Mauro handed me a drink. “I don’t want that mother fucker to see another sunrise.”
Putting a hit on Josef Weber was risky, but I knew there was no way I was ever going to be able to put my head on a pillow knowing that he was responsible for Wyatt’s death without knowing his was impending. After we got back to our house and went through all of the evidence Lizzy collected, we had no doubt that Weber was behind it. It was no longer a delusion—I knew it in my gut. I had no idea how long it would take for the police to locate Hannah, but I had no problem doing the same thing to her—even if she was blood. She chose her fate the moment she aligned herself with Josef Weber—and aligned herself against her family. Wyatt’s blood was on her hands too, even if she wasn’t the one who put him in the car and left him to die.
“What are we going to do with Lizzy?” Mauro lifted his glass and took a sip.
“What do you mean?” I tilted my head to the side.
“Well—she obviously doesn’t want to go anywhere. Are you ready for that kind of commitment?” Mauro leaned back in his chair.
“You mean.” I reached over and turned on the monitor. “Do I want to see this every day for the rest of my life?”
“Yes.” Mauro nodded.
“There was a time when I would have never been able to see myself settling down, but there’s no way in the world I can resist that woman.” I exhaled sharply. “She’s absolutely perfect.”
“Honestly?” Mauro chuckled. “I’d be kind of afraid to cross her at this point—she took down Josef Weber—she saved us from hell. She’s pretty fucking dangerous when she wants something.”
“Then I guess we better keep her.” I lifted my drink to Mauro and smiled. “For our own safety as well as hers.”
Lizzy was the first woman I had met that had been able to handle me at my worst—and she did more than handle it. She begged for it. Even my own brand of cruelty wasn’t enough for her. She brought my beast to the surface and then she begged Mauro for his. A woman like that wasn’t just remarkable—she was insatiable.