The 13th Cage

My name is Chyra and I am a slave. For the last two weeks my home has been this iron cage. Men come and look at me, interested but disappointed when they learn of my price.

It always wasn’t like this. I was free. My people are called Blues. Our skin is blue and our hair yellow. We live in the dense rain forests of Fernier and the Garkin Mountains. Mine was the last tribe to call the Garkin Pass home.

We are a peaceful people, living off the land, sharing everything with one another. We where happy, that is until the trading companies learned of our unique attributes. They came with their nets, guns and cages. Separating the men and women, killing the elders and caging the young. We didn’t have a chance.

At fifty three years of age I was far too young to have a mate. Only a teenager in our years. I was special I suppose. We where put on a ship and taken north, where the winters brought forth snow from the sky and it rained most of the year.

When we put into port I was sold along with my older brother to a small grimy little man. We where not in his care long before my brother was sold to a snobbish looking woman with attendants at her every beck and call.

She cooed over him, caressing his broad shoulders and peeking under the simple tattered garment girded around his waist. She had glimpsed one of the things that made our people so coveted. The reason he had not one but two wives back at the village.

I stayed with the little man two more days. I was thankful that he did not touch me. I could tell that he wanted to. He had tried to sell me twice before he found someone who would match his outlandish price.

This man was well dressed and taller than my owner. He smelled of perfume and carried his hat, rather than wearing it. He would slick down his hair as he spoke, trying to hide his bald head.

My cage was covered with a canvas and I was loaded onto a wagon and taken farther north to a different town. We traveled for several days before reaching our destination. The town must have been huge. All the sounds and smell frightened me. I stayed curled in the corner of my cage for the duration of the ride.

I was unloaded in a stable and taken down a ramp into another building. Deeper into the building my cage was uncovered and opened. I shrank, curling against the bars as three men entered and restrained me. A metal collar was placed around my neck and bands around my wrists. Chains attached to my collar pulled me out of the cage and into the middle of a cold wet room.

Men at ether side of me held my bonds tightly. The chains around my collar where fastened to rings at the end of each of the room. My hands where chained to the floor, but not before I wounded one of the men with my claws. He slapped me and the man who bought me, the Keeper hit him with his whip. I could not understand their language but I could tell he was scolding him for hurting me. He must have paid a lot of money for me.

Bound the way I was I could hardly move. Someone brought in a hose. I looked at it curiously wondering what they would do with it. I found out when cold soapy water was sprayed at me. The three men who had chained me came forward with scrub brushes and began washing me. My tattered hide clothes where ripped away, revealing why I was so expensive. I thrashed all I could to escape their groping hands and the freezing water. I hissed as I felt one of them slide his hand between my legs. It had been the man who had hit me and the Keeper scolded him again, thrashing him with the whip. I must have been very expensive.

When they where done I was unchained and put in a different cage. The bars where shiny and curled delectably intertwining with one another and the floor was made up of black pillows. I was forced inside. My keeper smiled, looking in on me. He said something that I did not understand. “Black will show off that pretty skin of yours nicely.” He then moved quickly, putting another collar on my neck where the other had been. It was silver, engraved with pretty designs and had a small ring on it. I assumed I would be chained from it next.

I was wheeled into a different part of the complex. There where halls with rooms as we went along. I could hear behind some of the doors moaning and behind others screaming. I was frightened and held myself tightly in my cage.

I was taken into a large room with tapestries hanging on the walls and cages from the ceiling. My cage was raised off the cart and hung on a chain several feet off the ground. The men left me and my Keeper stayed behind. He spoke but what he told me I could not understand. “A pet like you won’t be here long. Virgin that ya are. I sell delicate oddities to high brow clientele. Whether it’s time with one of my ladies or to keep. I won’t be whoring you out though.” He smiled “Your too unique for that to have every Tom, Dick and Harry poking themselves into ya. Your a lucky one. You my dear are special. Best look pretty for the customers dearey. ‘Cause tomorrow, your my retirement.”

He left after that. I saw no other men in the room so I felt comfortable enough to look around at my new tribe. Some of the women where sleeping, others where looking at me.

I had seen the Cat People of the south before, sometimes they would come to the mountains to trade food and clothes. A different tribe once tried to take our hunting grounds. We won the conflict but not till after many of our warriors where killed. I did not like the Cat People much.

They where built like us, like the men and women of this brick metropolis but they where covered in fur and had ears and tales like cats. Two where curled up next to one another in a cage to my left.

The creature to my right looked like a man but when he turned to look at me I saw that between his legs he was a man but also like me and the other women. He smiled at me and I did my best to smile back at him. He spoke the same language as the Keeper.

All throughout the room there where thirteen cages. All housing feminine beings from different worlds and countries. We all spoke different languages but I could tell that they had been here long enough to understand one another. I even heard a few words of my language spoken among the gibberish but I could not understand their conversations.

As the days passed we where visited by droves of men and sometimes women. They would look at us, discuss our prices with the Keeper. He was always smiling and gave detailed descriptions of what we where and where we came from. He seemed to spend most time at my cage explaining about me and my people.

I felt frightened when people would approach my cage. I would hiss and try to scratch them if they ventured too close. The Keeper would just smile and call me a “Wild One” I don’t know what that means though. My actions seemed to deter people from buying me. I didn’t want to be sold again.

In this place I was fed twice a day and bathed by quiet women. The women where very tender and I never tried to hurt them. They would rub sweet smelling oils into my hair and along my skin. They did not seem happy and I was sorry for them because I knew they where slaves too. They had probably been in my place. Hung in cages and whored out to whoever could pay the price for a few hours of their company.

I felt sorry for the cats too. At least once a day they would be taken from their cage. Usually together but sometimes they where separated. There was a black one and a tabby colored one. They would be gone for a few hours at a time. The handlers would return them. Their fur would be uncombed and wet in places. They always smelled warm and salty after this would happen. They would curl around one another and lick each other clean.

At the end of the first week a man and a woman came to look at us. They seemed very interested in the cats. The woman acted shy but I could smell her excitement as she looked on their fur cover
ed bodies. The man asked his companion which one she wanted and she pointed to the tabby. I did no
t understand what was happening but the cats seemed frightened all of a sudden.

The cage was opened and the tabby was pulled out. Her sister yowled and cried. She grabbed her sister’s hand and together they tried to separate the tabby from the handlers. It was an awful fight. I understood now what was happening. The tabby cat had been sold to the couple and was being separated from her sister.

After much fuss they where finally separated and the black one forced back into the cage. I cried for her but somehow was happy that I had not been sold. She curled into the corner of her cage and the days after that would hiss and try to scratch anyone who come to look at her.

I felt connected to her somehow and tried to console her. The She-male in the other cage tried as well. He was nice but she seemed disinterested in our attempts to console her.

In the next few days the She-Male had been sold to a tall thin man with long red hair. The man seemed very gentle and even smiled at me when he looked at me. He went quietly but before he left with his new owner came up to my cage and took my hand. As they pulled him away he said something. “Be brave little blue, I hope you find a nice owner with a big cock.” His owner smiled as he said this to me and kissed his new pet. His owner winked at me and playfully slapped the She-Male’s bottom.

I felt alone with him gone. Even though I could not understand his words when he spoke to me I felt that he was nice. The cat at my left remained depressed. She hardly ate and would only allow the servant girls to touch her. I hoped that if I was sold soon that she could come with me somehow. I wanted to make her feel better for loosing her sister.

As the second week ended I had not yet been sold. I was beginning to get board and a small part of me wanted to get sold so I could leave this place.

The Big Man

That morning I woke to the sound of the Keeper tapping my cage. He was smiling and had a large man behind him. The man frightened me the instant I laid eyes on him. He was taller than anyone who had come to price me before. He had a large black beard and small black eyes. His hands where huge and I did not bring blood when I scratched him.

To my horror my cage was opened for the first time. A Handler fastened a leash to my collar and I saw a bag of coins pass from the big man to the Keeper. I had been sold. I hissed and thrashed wildly as I was pulled from the cage. The big man laughed and pulled me against him. My keeper seemed happy but I saw worry in his eyes. He had always been very gentle with me.

The big man laughed again as I tried to bite his arm. He hit me, sending me to the floor. He said something to my Keeper “Maybe I’ll test her out here.” at these words my keeper seemed a bit angry. And I believe he told the man that he couldn’t. The big man didn’t listen and got on his knees and grabbed my foot. I heard the black cat scream something and she hissed at the big man from the confines of her cage. At the sound of her scream more handlers hurried in.

I tried kicking him but it didn’t do any good. He pinned my arms down with one hand and licked my neck. They beat clubs into his back as he pulled something from his pants. It was very long and frightened me. It felt hard and warm against my thigh. I struggled but he was too strong. He licked his finger and put it between my legs. He touched me in a place I had never been touched but by the man who had hit me while I was being washed. I felt his large finger enter my body and I screamed.

The big man laughed and said “Nice and tight.” But I didn’t understand him. Suddenly his face went slacked and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He fell on top of me and I felt my breath escape. I tried to get out from under him. The handlers rolled him off of me and I scrambled back into the safety of my cage.

One had hit him in the back of the head with a very large club and knocked him unconscious. My cage was closed and my Keeper took a few coins from the bag the big man had given him. He threw the bag back at the man. The handlers each took a coin from the bag and put pouch in his pocket. They dragged him from the room.

The Keeper came up to my cage and spoke to me. He seemed apologetic. I knew he did not mean for that to happen. He looked at the coins in his hand and placed one on the silk bottom of my cage. He was paying me for my troubles.

I did not know the value of the coin and had no need of it. As he left I picked it up. It was gold and had a face carved into it. I looked at the black cat. She seemed worried for me. I looked back at the coin and then to her. I held it out to her, my shoulder pressed to the cage. She was hesitant to take it but eventually did. She had screamed and that brought more handlers to my rescue and I was thankful. The coin was my only possession and I wanted her to have it.

No one was brought to my cage the next day. The Keeper took people to the other cages but I suppose I was not for sale that day. I was given an extra meal and shared it with my new friend.

The Pale Man

The following day was different. People where brought to my cage but I was not sold. Someone had great interest in the black cat but she too went unsold also. It was late in the evening before any one else was brought into the room.

This man was very tall with pale skin. He was dressed in fine black fabric and had very long black hair. He was brought to the black cat’s cage. The Keeper told the story of her capture and her time at the house. I saw a bag of money pass between them and I felt sorry for her and wondered who would take her place. I liked her and did not want to be separated from her.

She looked at me as she stepped from her cage. The fur under her eye became moist with a tear. The tall man then looked at me seeing the forlorn look on his new pets face. He came to my cage and asked about me. The Keeper told my story, apparently leaving out the big man. The pale man seemed to be thinking. I knew he would not buy me, I was too expensive and he already bought my friend.

But he stood there, a clam look on his face. He looked at the Keeper and handed him another bag of money. The Keeper seemed astonished and opened the bag. It was more than I was worth surely. The Keeper motioned to the handlers and my cage was opened. The Cat was put inside with me. She curled her body next to mine. She was as frightened as I was. We where lowered onto a cart and wheeled out behind the Keeper and our new owner.

We where taken to the stable but the Cat and I stayed quiet as we where loaded onto a carriage. Our cage was covered but we caught a glimpse of the pale man stepping into a fancy coach. We here taken far away from the brothel and I could smell trees and grass as we bounced along. I stroked the cat’s fur, trying to make her feel safe. I did not know where we where going but at least we where together.

I fell asleep on the ride but as the carriage stopped I woke up. We where still covered but I felt the cage lift up and we became warmer as we entered the house. We where taken up a flight of stairs and into a room where the footsteps of the handlers echoed off the walls. Our cage was lowered onto the floor and I could hear the handlers leave after they where tipped by the pale man.

Our cage was uncovered a moment later. The room was very large. a giant bed sat in the middle of the room. There where chains fastened to the headboard of the bed and several tables where sat around it. On the tables where odd devices, whips and chains. Seeing these I felt frightened again.

The Pale man removed his jacket and opened our cage. He moved slowly and quietly. He seemed very gentle. I hissed when he touched me and wondered if I could escape. The cat had woken up and seemed to understand me. We jumped up, I was able to escape passed him as he subdued the cat. I went for the only door and found it
locked. The pale man chuckled and closed the cage behind him, locking the cat inside.

He walk
ed slowly towards me, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked. He removed it, revealing a sleek rippling chest. He lowered his suspenders as I scrambled towards the window, which was locked as well. He removed his shoes as he calmly chased me. He stepped out of his pants and underwear as I ran for the cage. It was locked, I could not get inside.

I saw between his legs something that rivaled what the big man had presented to me upon his attack. Something happened inside my body that I had never felt before. I was wet between my legs. He grabbed me before I could collect myself to fight back.

I struggled but he was too strong. He took me to the bed and tossed me on it. Again he restrained me, holding my hands down with only one of his. I hissed but he caressed my cheek. His hand trailed down my neck and to my breast. He cupped it and something happened that I had never felt before. My breast expanded slowly in his palm. It grew more when his thumb and forefinger began rolling my nipple between his fingers. It felt good and I could feel myself growing more wet.

He slowly began to kiss me, my lips, my cheek, down my neck. He trailed kisses down to my other breast as I struggled. His lips wrapped around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. I could feel his warm tongue form circles around it as it hardened to his touch.

He cooed at me, trying to calm me down. His fingers stopped rolling my nipple and I felt alone without the pleasurable torment. His hand caressed my soft skin as his tongue continued to force my breasts to grow. I felt his hand on my thigh, using his knees he spread my legs and laid on me so I could not close them. His hand brought my knees up and I could feel the thing between his legs harden.

His hand moved gently over my stomach and along the delicate patch of yellow hair of my nether region. His hand found where my legs met. He gently rubbed his palm along my wet middle. His fingers found my delicate yellow bud and caressed it gently. “Hai.” I said, the first time I had spoken my language during my captivity. It meant: no.

I had never been with a male before. I was too young. In my tribe I would maybe marry in a few years but I was a fully developed woman. What had the Keeper called me? A virgin . . . Was that the name for a woman who had not yet been with a man?

The She-Male had said that he hopped I would find a nice owner with a big cock. Was that the thing between his legs? The thing that had been kept from my eyes in my youth? It was a disgrace for a woman not yet married to look on a male’s manhood before her wedding day. I knew that the men of our tribe had two of those but they where allowed to have two or three wives.

The Keeper’s word passed my lips. “Virgin.” I said, hoping he would understand and stop what he was doing to me. He did stop. He looked at me. “You are a smart one aren’t you?” He said “You will learn to speak my language one day but for tonight you are mine. In all of your ignorance I will claim your body until I am satisfied. It will hurt a little at first but there is no pleasure without pain. I will not torment or torture you unless you ask it of me when we can understand each other. But for tonight, you are mine and I will have you as much as I like. And I will cherish the memory of taking you for the first time and you not being able to stop me.”

His words frightened me a little even though I did not understand them. He tickled my bud again and I could not help but moan. He would not release me. I looked down seeing what the She-male must have meant by his word: cock. The pale man’s cock seemed eager, hard and throbbing. It was nearly as long as my forearm and almost as thick. There was a head at the end and I felt a shudder pass threw me as it pressed to my entry.

I said “Hai!” louder this time, trying to make him understand me but as the word passed my lips he pushed his cock into my virgin body. I felt him pass slowly threw the tender veil of my virginity. He held himself there, apparently letting my inside adjust to the size of his manhood. After a moment he pushed onward, forcing himself deeper into my writhing body. It felt as if he went on forever inside of me and yet, he pushed deeper.

His hips where pressed against mine as I felt that he could go no further. I was breathing heavily, panting nearly as he looked on me. He was smiling, his eyes kind and fierce at the same time. Slowly he began to pull out, I was glad, thinking he was done with me. But he forced himself back inside my body, harder this time. He chuckled gently as I cried out. “You will learn to enjoy this.” he told me “I promise.”

His body was rhythmic as he moved over me. He was gentle with his strokes in and out of my body. I did not feel pain as he did this but I did not yet fully understand the pleasure in it. He still held me down as his body pumped into mine. My breasts bounced back and forth as he pleasured himself with my body. And slowly, I began to feel something inside of me. It was a tightening, his cock seemed to grow thicker. He groaned and began pumping into me harder.

I cried out as I felt myself suddenly tighten. It felt good, I would not lie about that. Somewhere deep inside my body I felt a tremor. He groaned loudly, saying something about my body milking his cock and vibrating, urging him to cum. What he meant I did not know but I arched my back as the sensation grew.

His cock seemed to stretch deeper into me, I groaned and struggled but he laughed, holding me down tighter. Sending his body into me harder and harder with each agonizingly pleasurable stroke. Our bodies slapped together, the sound echoing off the walls as he penetrated my body deeper and deeper.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out his rippling form over me as his body pounded into mine. I felt something, something that burned behind my navel. It spread like a fire threw my middle and my hips. My eyes snapped open to hear his laughter. I screamed, arching my back as my vision blurred and thousands of colors entered my mind. I thrashed in the bed. I was dieing. I knew it. My body convulsed with each beat of my heat and each stroke of his cock. He was killing me.

Was this why my people had been killed and sold into slavery? So the men of the world could penetrate us with their cocks and pound our sensitive insides until we succumbed to the gentle veil of death?

My heart was pounding and I could not breath, my body became rigid, my toes curled. I could feel it subsiding, the feeling of myself dieing of pleasure. When it finally ended I did not feel the cold chill of death but instead the sensation of his heavy body collapsing onto me. I was still alive, but he had not yet pulled himself from me. He was breathing heavily and spoke “You where worth every penny.” He said, though I did not understand “You’ve spent my energy, drained every last ounce of my cum. Your body sucked it up till I could give no more. I will have to learn how to resist it. If I had gone on any longer, I think you would have killed me.”

He pushed himself off of me and pulled his cock out of my body. I yelped. He took my leash and pulled me up. He staggered slightly as he took me to the cage. The cat waited in the corner for him to put me inside. I shrank in the corner next to her. “Buyer beware indeed.” He said as he walked back to the bed. He fell onto it and laid there. Shortly after I saw him fall asleep.

The feeling of the cat’s tongue on my neck made me jump. When I realized that it was her I settled down into the soft pillowed bottom of our cage. I let her console me with her scratchy tongue. She was cleaning me. I forced her to stop as she ventured further down my belly toward my battered middle. I knew it was only instinct, she got no pleasure from it but I did not want to feel anything down there. Not yet.

Something inside me felt satisfied. I did not understand it. I knew this is what happened on a Blue’s wedding night. But I was not married.
Not to one of my people any way. I knew I would feel this pleasure again and eve
n though I forced the cat to stop licking me I think I wanted to do it again. To be conquered by the pale man. I shuddered to think of it and felt disgusted now that I was a disgrace to my tribe by being with a man without marrying.

I fell asleep that night, mixed with fear and satisfaction as I curled next to my friend to keep her warm.

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Coming soon
Lesson #1: Pleasure