by Zoe Blake
Grabbing me by the arm, he dragged me back to the cage and locked me in there completely naked. It felt like hours before he returned. Opening the cage door, he tossed in another brightly colored form-fitting body suit before stepping inside. Grateful, I quickly scrambled into it, realizing that unlike the sheer gold netting covering my breasts and bottom of the costume before, this one was completely cut out, ending just below my breasts and having a large cutout that began at my upper inner thighs and stretched back over my ass.
Even with the cage’s high dome and wide base, it was nothing compared to Richard’s muscled bulk and height. He seemed to overpower the entire space.
“Bend over,” he commanded coldly.
Looking up, I realized he had a large swath of peacock feathers in his hand.
“It’s time for my little bird to get her feathers.”
My eyes widened when I realized the feathers were attached to a large metal butt plug.
Covering my ass with my hands, I backed away. “Richard. You can’t. I’m still sore. Please.”
“Bend. Over.” His face was a dark, unreadable mask. Devoid of any soft emotion.
Tears streaked down my cheeks as I begged. “I’ll be a good little bird. I promise. Please!”
Seizing me by my hair, Richard tossed me face first onto my cushion ‘nest.’ Lowering to his knees behind me, his fingers dug painfully into my ass cheeks, prying them open.
The metal felt cold as my asshole clenched painfully tight in response.
Richard spanked my already sore ass several times till I obeyed and unclenched.
Even with his ruthless fucking opening me up only hours earlier, it was still a struggle to accept the butt plug. Sharp pains had me crying out and helplessly kicking my legs as the wide bulbous tip was forced into my fear-tightened hole. It was a strange relief when my body closed around the narrow handle.
Richard dragged me to my feet. “Let’s see you walk. Pretend you’re on the stage, strutting around, displaying yourself like you did with that man during your audition.”
He was there.
I should have known. How could I have been so stupid? It was Richard. Richard was the surprise investor for the play. Yet, that didn’t make sense. Why would he finance the very play I lied to him about? If Richard was involved there was no way I would have gotten the lead. He would have told the director not to cast me. Nothing made sense anymore.
The sudden agony of having the heavy feathers pulling down on the plug in my ass obliterated all further thought. Richard had to catch me as my knees buckled and I staggered backwards.
“Oh, god! It hurts. I can’t. Please take it out,” I cried as I reached back to feel the feathers behind me.
Richard slapped at my hand.
“Strut,” he growled.
The confines of the cage became a watery blur as I awkwardly walked to the end, then returned to Richard. Every step was filled with humiliating pain as the feathers swayed between my legs and the metal plug pressed heavily down on my bottom hole.
Placing a finger under my chin, Richard lifted my face to his. “Don’t you dare remove that plug. It’s in there to remind you of the pain and punishment that comes from even the smallest betrayal. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Richard. I’ll be good.”
“You better, because I’ll be watching. You’d be smart to remember that, Elizabeth. I’m always watching.”
With that final threat, he turned and left the cage, locking me in.
After that, every day became more of the same. Sometimes he fucked my ass, other times my pussy. Sometimes he used his belt, other times his hand to punish my ass but always there was a metal plug with a brightly colored tail of feathers to match my bodysuit.
The worst was when he made me climb onto the swing. Gravity pulled on the tail as the swing swayed back and forth. The pain was so terrible, I would have fallen off my perch if Richard hadn’t caught me in time.
A tightness in my chest eased as I hoped tonight would end the torment.
Tonight, I would show him what a pretty, obedient little bird I could be.
Then maybe, if I were very good and pleased him… he’d let me out of my cage.
And this terrible game would end.
“You look beautiful.”
I turned at the sound of his dark voice.
Having been allowed to shower and get ready in his master bedroom suite, I felt almost human again. After getting out of the shower, I found a large white box on the bed. Opening the lid, I couldn’t believe the elaborate gown nestled in gold tissue paper.
The fabric was a brilliantly rich emerald green cut in a way that would hug my every curve. A deep-V bodice would show off my breasts. The back was cut exceptionally low, ending just above my ass. There was a delicately beaded gold overlay in a feather pattern. If you looked closely, small diamonds and emeralds were woven into the pattern giving the overlay luxurious sparkle.
It fit perfectly, of course.
“I come bearing gifts.”
“Richard, I’ve told you many times. I don’t need any more gifts from you.”
“Yes, my love, but these are special for tonight.”
Grasping me by the shoulders, he turned me around so I faced the large, brass-framed oval mirror set in one corner of the bedroom. After stepping away to open a red velvet box, he returned, standing so close, I could feel his heat on my exposed back.
Reaching his arms high, he enveloped me in his embrace as he wrapped a heavy necklace around my neck.
My mouth dropped open. There were no words.
Countless pear-cut diamonds radiated from a single emerald cut band. The magnificent necklace cascaded down over my collarbone to end in a taper with a startlingly big Asscher-cut, canary yellow diamond. The bright yellow diamond itself took up the entire center of my palm.
“Close to two hundred carats of white diamonds,” murmured Richard as he kissed the top of my shoulder. “The yellow diamond is one of the largest in the world at over seventy-five carats.”
“It must be worth millions,” I breathed as my fingers tentatively stroked the cold weight of the necklace. It felt like a chain-metal mantle around my neck.
Richard chuckled as he ran the back of his knuckles down the exposed skin of my back, causing me to close my eyes as desire flared hot and strong. “Fifteen million to be exact.”
Shocked, I turned in his arms. “Fifteen million! Are you insane? You can’t give me a necklace worth fifteen million, Richard!” Reaching up, I desperately felt for the clasp, my fingers getting tangled in my hair.
Wrapping his hands around my wrists, he pulled my arms down and held my tiny fists within his own, pressing them against his heart. “Have you not realized yet, there is nothing I wouldn’t give you? Nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you by my side?”
“Your money and jewels are not keeping me by your side, please tell me you know that?” I pleaded fervently.
Richard took a step forward, pinning me against the mirror. His hard cock pressed into my stomach. “I think I have a pretty good idea of what keeps you around.” His voice was a seductive purr.
Reaching down, I ran my hand over his shaft, pressing down with the edge of my palm just how he liked it.
“Don’t you start, my little minx. Guests are already arriving.”
Pushing my bottom lip out, I pouted prettily for him. As excited as I was for this party, I was nervous about being put on display and would have rather just had him to myself tonight.
Taking a step back, Richard adjusted his cock in his slacks and flung his arms out wide. “You haven’t commented on how I look,” he said teasingly.
He knew of course he looked handsome as hell. He was dressed in a Ralph Lauren tuxedo with a black dress shirt and bow tie.
“You look as handsome as the devil.”
Pulling on one of my curls, he said darkly before turning to pick up the second red velvet box he had brought in, “The devil has nothing on me.”
Not tonight. Leave thoughts like that for tomorrow and maybe not even then. It did no good to question our relationship. Questions only led to pain… physical pain. It was much better to just force myself to be happy living within the confines of his world and his rules. After all, he had made it clear, it was the only way I could have him.
I would rather a life under his control, playing his games, than a life without him.
Focusing on the moment, I realized Richard was holding my mask for the masquerade. It was made of gold in the shape of a bird’s beak. The beak itself was covered in more yellow diamonds.
Turning, I held half of my hair up so he could secure it by tying off the long black velvet ribbon, before letting my curled locks drop and sway halfway down my back.
Gazing into the mirror, I took in my strange, exotic bird appearance. All that was missing was my feathered tail. Which, with unimagined relief, I realized would not be possible with this dress. Thankfully there was no hole cut out for him to insert the hated plug with feathers.
Richard appeared behind me. An unrelenting dark shadow.
On his shoulders he had placed a glorious cape of feathers that swept the floor. The glossy black feathers glowed with flashes of iridescent cobalt blue, royal purple, and gold in the shifting light. He had a matching face mask except his was platinum with black diamonds. The mask highlighted his strong jaw and the muscled cords of his neck.
He looked like a large, dangerous raven.
Sweeping one caped arm around my shoulders and my front, he enclosed me within the dark confines of his costume.
Leaning down, his beak mask brushed my own as he whispered into my ear, “Remember, my love. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you.”
Chapter 27
Lizzie
The estate hummed with energy and activity. Richard led me down the servants’ hidden staircase until we reached the conservatory. The guests had been kept to the main hall and ballroom for the first part of the party.
While I was getting ready, the servants had decorated the conservatory with small twinkling lights. They glowed like winking fireflies among the foliage. Walking past the orange trees, red dahlias, and pale pink camellias, I spared only a glance for the stained-glass windows depicting Eve’s downfall in the Garden of Eden. Their brilliant jewel tones were muted without the bright light of the sun.
As we neared the center, I realized my cage had been decorated as well. Strings of lights lined the bars. Gone was my plush cushion nest but the black velvet swing remained. The polished wood floor was now a thick piece of clear glass.
Richard took my hand and guided me through the door. It closed with a decisive click. Pulling out the brass key from his tuxedo breast pocket, he locked me in.
“Hold on,” he said.
“What?”
Taking a few steps back, he brushed aside some thick glossy leaves to expose a small pulley machine. When he turned the machine on, the cage began to rock and sway. With a cry, I lunged for the bars. With each turn of the pulley machine’s wheel, the cage crept higher and higher into the air.
“Richard!”
The machine stopped when the cage was about four feet up.
I realized with a start, anyone could peek under the cage and see up my dress.
“Get on your perch, my pretty bird. My staff will be allowing the guests in soon.”
Whimpering as the cage swayed with each shift of my weight, I held onto one bar with my left hand and reached for the swing with my right. Awkwardly turning, I tried to hop onto the swing while still keeping my grip on the bar. Once I was seated, I was forced to let go.
I screamed as the swing lurched from one side to the next, pitching the cage wildly.
After several pendulum loops, the swing finally settled.
Richard stepped up to the cage. “Now remember to be a good little bird.”
“Yes, Richard.”
“I would hate to have to punish you in front of all of these guests by baring your ass and forcing your feathered tail into your tight little hole. To be wearing a dress is a privilege. Please don’t forget it.”
I swallowed, knowing full well he was capable of doing just that, regardless of who would witness my humiliation. “I won’t,” I choked out.
Calming my beating heart, I closed my eyes. This was a test.
Just a test. He wants to see if you’ll behave and be good. It’s just part of his game. After tonight he’ll tire of this one and start a new game. A new fresh hell to endure in order to stay by his side.
The guests were delighted with Richard’s entertainment for the evening. My cage was high enough to prevent anyone from being able to grab at me through the bars, although many of the men tried, but not high enough to prevent people from taunting me. All night long, they tossed pieces of canapés onto the cage floor, asking if the birdie wanted to eat. They also kept asking me to sing or talk.
Keeping silent, I swayed on my swing and allowed them all to become a colorful swirl of colors and noise.
With all the additional people, the conservatory became even hotter. The stench of liquor, bodies, and perfume making the air feel thick and heavy.
Soon, the atmosphere turned sinister.
The laughter became too forced, too high-pitched. Guests became unsteady on their feet as they pitched into one another, spilling drinks onto the marble floor. Men took off their tuxedo jackets. Forgotten masks were crushed beneath spiked high heels. Dresses started to fall off shoulders, exposing naked breasts.
In vain, I searched the crowd for Richard. I had only caught a few glimpses of his caped form in the crowd throughout the night. As usual, he was surrounded by admirers and interlopers.
Swinging my head in the direction of a scream, I saw a man had pinned a woman down over the back of an iron bench. Her white ass was on display as he pulled down his pants and began to fuck her from behind.
Another man broke free from the crowd and yanked her dress down to her waist, so her heavy breasts swayed with each thrust. The drunken smile on her face and her cries for harder told me she was enjoying it.
Two females tossed their dresses over their heads and began to kiss. Leaning their heads back and thrusting their tongues out in an exaggerated French kiss to the delight of the guests.
Soon, guests were pairing up under the dark foliage of the trees or engaging in a full group orgy among the flowers. Under my cage was a sea of discarded clothing and naked limbs.
Gripping the silken cords of my swing, I pressed my thighs in tight. I could feel my nipples swell and harden under the tight confines of the dress bodice.
Where was Richard?
Suddenly his warning of baring my ass and forcing the plug into my bottom felt less like a threat and more like a promise.
With my mask, I felt the thrill of anonymity.
Envisioning Richard pulling the cage down and climbing inside only to bend me over the swing and violently fuck me, I pressed my palm against the juncture of my thighs. My groans were swallowed in the cacophony of moans and cries below me as I allowed myself to be swept up into the sexual energy of the room.
Then, the bottom of the cage pitched downward. Looking, I expected to see Richard’s seductive smirk. Instead I saw the drunken, flushed faces of several men.
“Can birdie come out and play?” slurred one of them.
The cage then pitched to the other side.
“Here, Tweetie, Tweetie, Tweetie,” shouted another man from the other side.
Between them, they began to rock and sway my cage.
“Richard! Richard!” I screamed as the sharply tilting cage threw me off the swing. Sliding along the cage floor, I hit the hard metal bars on one side. Immediately both men and women began to claw and tear at my dress. The delicate gold overlay shredded as diamonds and emeralds pinged to the floor. My mask had fallen off, and one
woman reached through the bars to snatch it up. Another woman tried to take it from her. They began to pull at each other’s hair as they tumbled to the floor, rolling on top of one another as men began to shout, ‘cat fight, cat fight.’
“Richard!” I screamed desperately.
Using all their weight several men managed to pull the cage off its chain. It fell violently to the floor, smashing the bars on one side. The glass floor shattered as my shoulder slammed painfully against the marble. Then the cage began to roll as the men pushed it to get to the damaged side.
With nothing to hold onto, I tumbled and rolled with the cage, my legs getting tangled in my skirts and the fallen silk cords of the swing as I was roughly tossed about while shards of glass rained down on me.
Hands reached in to yank at the weakened bars, pulling them away, till there was a large gaping hole.
A fat sweaty face thrust through the opening. “Does Polly want a cock?” he sneered, before laughing at his own joke.
Lashing out, I tried to kick at his groping hands but soon he was joined by several others. Snatching both my ankles, they began to pull. Panicking, I latched onto the remaining bars. Curling my hands into fists, I tried to hold on. My heart beating wildly, I couldn’t even summon the breath to scream.
“Richard,” I choked out weakly before my hands gave way and they yanked me free from the safety of my prison.
Richard
“Oh, my god.”
Over the rising din of the inebriated crowd, I heard Elizabeth scream my name. Turning, I was just in time to see her cage crash to the floor.
“Jesus Christ.” My blood ran cold.
Throwing my mask and feathered cloak aside, I shoved at the swarming bodies around me, desperate to get to her.
She should have been safe. I had taken every precaution to make sure she was safe.