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of her shoulders, pulling his cock out of her mouth. Her eyes, which had been closed, flew open with surprise. He was gripping the shiny shaft in his fist, pulling at his cock, his eyes fixed on her face. He groaned once more and, before she realized what was happening, shot his load in white ribbons over her cheeks and lips, the last few globs landing on her breasts.
    Surprise and humiliation burned their way through Rae in equal measure. Instinctively she brought her hand forward to wipe the sticky mess from her lips.
    “Back in position!” Sam barked. “How dare you move before being given permission?”
    Hating him with every fiber of her being, but too afraid to find out what would happen if she disobeyed, Rae reluctantly left the mess on her face and breasts and put her hands back behind her head. She looked down at the carpet as Sam tucked his cock back into his trousers and zipped them up.
    She didn’t move as he stepped away from her. She heard the grating sound of metal on metal and stole a glance toward the corner of the room where Sam stood. He was bending over a large black metal crate, a cage to keep a large animal or, she realized with dawning dread, a person.
    Sam turned to look at her. “Crawl over here.”
    Rae stared at him. Crawl? Had she heard him correctly? As if reading her mind, he reiterated, “That’s right. On your hands and knees. Move it.”
    Rae lowered her arms, again reaching to wipe the come splashed on her face. “Leave it,” Sam said. “Let it dry there. A reminder that you’re my property. Now, crawl over here right now unless you’d rather have punishment number three first.”
    Dismayed and frightened, Rae dropped to all fours and began to crawl toward her captor, her bare breasts swaying as she made the humiliating trek toward him. He pulled the door of the cage open and pointed inside.
    “Get in there. You haven’t earned the bed yet.”
    In spite of herself, Rae shrank back. She opened her mouth to protest, but shut it again, the stinging memory of the lash looming large in her mind and on her skin.
    Sam pointed emphatically toward the cage. Reluctantly, Rae crawled into the small space, shrinking back as he closed and padlocked the gate behind her. The bottom of the cage was padded with about an inch of foam rubber bound in plastic sheeting and covered in a thin layer of cotton fabric.
    “Rest while you can,” Sam said. “I’ll be back later to check on you.”
    “Wait!” Rae cried breathlessly. “I mean, um, please, can I have permission to speak?”
    Sam regarded her for a long moment, an amused expression on his face. Finally he nodded slowly. “You may.”
    Rae drew in a breath. How could she get herself out of this horrid little cage? “Please,” she begged. “You can’t leave me here in this thing! I have to pee. And I’m thirsty. And I don’t like small spaces. Please, don’t leave me here alone!”
    Sam shook his head, his tone filled with mock sympathy. “Poor thing. I guess you should have thought of all this before you stole from me. As to your creature comforts, you should be more observant. You’ve got everything you need right there.”
    He pointed toward the back of the cage where two bottles hung, one in each corner. The first was an empty plastic bottle with a wide neck opening into a square container. It was, she realized, a female urinal. She was expected to pee in that ?
    In the other corner there hung an upside down water bottle with a tiny metal spout, the kind of thing used in hamster cages, only quite a bit larger. She was expected to suck on the tip like a rodent in a cage. She was, she knew, thirsty enough to do it, but not while he was watching, the prick.
    “I’ve got the monitor on and I’ll be listening. I don’t want to hear a sound, unless it’s an emergency, got it?” Without waiting for a response, Sam turned away. She could hear his tread on the basement stairs and then she was alone.
    Rae waited, still and silent