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Brenda reached for him and grabbed his balls through his jeans. ”I better be.” She squeezed just a little too hard.

Robert winced but knew better than to pull away. “You know it, babe,” he managed.

“Damn straight.” Brenda released him with a satisfied smile. “I’m in charge. Don’t you forget it.”

“No, ma’am,” Robert said with a grin, cupping his crotch.

Brenda glanced again at the girl sprawled over the table. “Let’s get her into her new home.”

Robert scooped the little thing into his arms and followed Brenda to the alcove just past the kitchen that led down to the basement. She opened the door and reached in to flick on the lights and then took a step back.

Robert carried the girl down the basement stairs, Brenda right behind him. The cage was large enough to allow a small woman like Jane to sleep reasonably comfortably, as long as she curled up.

In preparation for her arrival, he’d placed some old blankets inside. He’d secured a large water bottle to the outside of the cage with a metal straw hanging down between the bars, like his pet hamsters had when he was a kid. Fresh newspaper was waiting near the floor drain. There was a spigot in the wall next to a coiled hose.

The last girl had given them such a hard time, struggling and fighting like a wild thing when they were trying to have fun. As a result, Robert had installed a clever pulley and bar system in the ceiling, and he was quite pleased with the results. It was perfect for restraining and suspending their new toy for easy access during play. Finally, he’d hung some of their toys and restraints on hooks along the walls.

He set the girl on an exercise mat near the cage and crouched beside her. Between them, they pulled off her clothing, revealing her slender, pale body. Her cunt was bearded in sparse, dark blond pubic hair. Robert’s cock rose at the sight of the naked girl.

He reached into the waist of his jeans to adjust his erection. He wouldn’t have minded fucking her then and there.

Brenda glanced at him. Reading his mind as she often did, she frowned and said. “Keep your dick in your pants. The drug’s going to wear off soon. Put her in the cage.”

As Brenda collected the girl’s discarded clothing, Robert lifted her from the mat and slid her into the cage. He closed the cage door and clicked the combination lock closed.

“Let’s have some dinner while we wait for her to come to,” Brenda suggested. “We can watch her while we eat. Once she’s awake, we can introduce her to her new home.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Robert agreed, glancing up at the closed-circuit camera they had installed. He rubbed his hands together, eager to get things started.

With a last look at their new toy, they closed the door and headed upstairs.

~*~

Jane moaned, her eyes fluttering open. Had she overslept? Was she late for work? Why did her head feel so heavy? Why was her bed so hard? Why was she so muddled?

Her eyes felt gritty and dry. Her cheek itched. Reaching to scratch it, she felt something crusty dried on her face. Scraping at it, she stared at her fingers. What the hell was that? Her brain was sluggish, her mind fogged with confusion. She sat up slowly, startled when her head hit something metallic and hard.

“Ouch,” she cried. She wasn’t in her bed. She wasn’t in her apartment. What the hell was going on? Where was she? Glancing down, she gasped with shock as she realized she was naked, huddled on a pile of thin blankets.

Her stomach swooped unpleasantly, shock and confusion tightening her throat as she looked around, trying to take in her surroundings through the bars of a small cage. A cage! Why was she in a cage?

A sob escaped her lips and she brought her fist to her mouth as she stared around the concrete space. She had to get out of this cage! She pushed at the door, searching for a latch to release. The cage door was locked with a combination lock.

“What’s happening,” she gasped aloud. “Where am I?”

The room was maybe thirty feet by twenty, a cutaway door set near the back that led to another room she couldn’t see. The cage was on the floor in the center of the room. There were exercise mats set here and there on the concrete. To her right across the room was a set of wooden stairs. The stairs were set against a side wall, a railing along their outer side. The first several steps were hidden from view behind a partial wall. A fluorescent light fixture buzzed overhead.

There was a strange pulley contraption hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room, about ten feet from her cage. Jane was afraid to think what it might be for. When she saw the whips, rope, handcuffs and ball gags hanging along the walls, her blood froze, her mouth falling open in gaping horror. She gave another terrified sob.


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