Raven Brooe

Jim hadn’t answered. Jessie glared at the bars of the cage around her, hatred boiling her blood. She sighed and kicked at the bar out of anger. “Shit!” she shouted when her small foot hit the hard metal. She shook at the cage again, screaming on the top of her lungs. “I hate you!” she shouted, hoping Keith could hear her.

She tried to swallow the lump that had built up in her throat, but she couldn’t. It lingered there, a strong reminder that she was not able to control her emotions as well as she’d like to.

“Damn you!” she shouted out again, shaking the cage once more. She turned around in the darkness and felt for the small chair that she knew was still in there. Why was he keeping her locked in the dark? Tears threatened to run as she folded her arms and sat on the chair. He had done it again. He had toyed with her feelings until she fell in love with him and then crushed her to pieces within minutes. Fuck him.

A cold draft filled the air and she folded her arms across her chest tighter, trying to warm her naked skin. There was a candle lit in the corner at the opposite end of the dungeon, the only light in the entire area. It wasn’t enough to really light up the room so she could see anything, but it was enough to let the metal bars gleam in front of her.

“Are you ready to behave yet?”

The question was simple and quiet, yet seemed to mock Jessie’s very existence. She glared at the shadow before her, knowing he was staring down at her.

“Turn on the light,” she begged. “I can’t stand the darkness.”

“Unless you can behave, you will be in the dark for a very long time, Jessica. I’m giving you another hour down here just to make sure you’ve learned your lesson,” Keith explained as he turned around and headed back upstairs.

Jessie stood up and shook the cage violently. “Let me out, you stupid jerk! You’ll be sorry!” she shouted over the slamming of the dungeon door. “Go to hell!” She shook the bars again before leaning back against them and sliding to the floor.

Her wide eyes stared at the flickering candle across the room, it being the only thing she could comfortably look at. She was curled up in a ball on the floor now, her hair over her shoulders for warmth. Salty tear stains were dried on her cheeks and her body was trembling. “I hate him,” she whispered periodically, trying to keep her heart agreeing with her. She knew the moment he released her, she would be his again.

Light flooded through the dungeon. Jessie flinched against the sudden invasion of her darkness for a moment before pulling herself up onto her hands and knees and looking at the stairs. Keith descended with a tray of food in his hands.

She looked at the tray with hunger as it was placed only three feet from the cage. She could see a sandwich chopped in half resting on a plate beside a bowl of soup. Her stomach growled loudly, demanding she fill it.

“Jessica, I’m not sure you deserve this food,” Keith growled as he bent over and lifted a half of the sandwich off the plate. His fingers tore a piece off and he stuck it in his mouth. She watched with anger as he over exaggerated his movements on how well it tasted.

“My, Sir, please? I’m hungry!” she cried out, unable to hold back. Her slim arm reached through the bars and she tried to grab the tray, although she was unable.

“Oh, now that I have food, I’m your Sir again? Whatever happened to me being the stupid jerk?” he asked, grinning as he took another bite.

“I’m sorry! I am! Please, oh please give me some of that?” Jessie pleaded.

“Yes, you had no right to call me that, did you my little slut?” He asked, rubbing it in her face.

“No, Sir, I didn’t,” she admitted.

“What are you?”

“I am your slave, my Sir,” she whispered with reddened cheeks.

“You are my slut, Jessica. Say it.”

“I am your slut,” she choked, her eyes staring at the food in his hand.

“Again.”

“I am your slut!” she shouted loudly.

He handed her the sandwich, a grin on his face as she fell back, leaning against the cage and devouring it within minutes.

“You’re just a hungry little puppy aren’t you?”

She didn’t respond as she filled her stomach with the delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwich. When the half of sandwich was gone, she stared at the rest of the food with hunger, craving the flavor of the soup.

“We’ll see just how well behaved you can be from now on,” Keith said with a chuckle. Jessie watched as he lifted the bowl of soup off the tray and set it beside her cage. He unlocked the door and opened it a little bit, slipping the bowl of soup into the cage before locking it again. “I will be back in an hour. Do not touch the soup until I get back.”

Jessie was stunned as she watched him turn around and head back up the stairs, closing the door tightly behind him. She was once again in darkness, her only light a flickering candle.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared at the steaming bowl of soup. She could see pieces of steak and cubes of potato in it and she knew it had to be delicious. She crawled to the bowl slowly, dropping her head to smell the sweet aroma of cooked carrots in beef broth. Her tongue craved the salty flavor and she felt her mouth water.

Sparks came from the corner across the room and her eyes immediately flickered to it. There was no wax left in the candle and Jessie knew the sparks came from the metal ring on the bottom. She panicked and fled to the opposite side of the cage, away from the sweet scent of supper. As she leaned against the cage, the candle flickered and disappeared, the light gone from the dungeon.

Fear enveloped her skin as she folded her arms across her chest and tried calming her goose bumps down. Her eyes scanned over the dark basement, trying to find anything they could focus on, anything with enough light. There was nothing.

She lay down quickly, flattening her body against the bottom of the cage, no longer craving the soup as much, but now wishing for the candle back. It had been her only source of comfort.

“I’m sorry,” she cried out to the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. “So sorry.” She rolled over to her stomach and pushed herself up on her hands and knees again, watching for the door to open and for the light to flood over her once more. It didn’t.

After what felt like an eternity to Jessie, she heard the door open. Her eyes widened and she looked up at the stairs, watching as Keith’s strong form descended. He was staring at her, a small smile on his lips.

“Has my slut been a good girl?” he asked as he neared her cage and peered down at the bowl, still full of soup. “Have you sipped any?”

“No, Sir, I didn’t touch it,” she whispered, weak from the terror the darkness had put in her.

“I know, baby,” he whispered, unlocking the door slowly. “I knew you wouldn’t. You’re my good girl.”

She felt embarrassed as he snapped his collar around her neck again and led her away from the cage, his fingers holding onto the D-ring like she was a puppy. A leash was then attached in place of his fingers and he held it, leading her up the basement steps.

“Your supper is waiting upstairs,” he told her, smiling as he saw the relief in her face that she was going to be given food. She followed him on her hands and knees as he led her to the kitchen. A bowl of warm soup had been placed on the kitchen floor, another half of sandwich beside it. He led her to the food before taking her leash off. “You will eat this food properly,” he explained as he grabbed her arms and held them behind her back, fastening a pair of handcuffs around her wrists. He grabbed her hair and bundled it together in one fist, quickly wrapping a rubber band around the hair a couple times to keep it from falling into her food. “Now eat. And, don’t you stop until your food is gone. You’ve wasted enough food today.”

Jessie leaned forward, nearly losing her balance with her wrists behind her back. She could smell the sweetness of the soup again, immediately craving for the delicious food to pass over her tongue. She stuck her tongue out its full length and bent forward to lap up a little of the delicious broth. Hunger overtook her composure and she immediately began dipping her face in the soup, grabbing morsels of steak and potato. She chewed quickly, yet quietly, barely letting the bits of food slide down her throat before grabbing something more to chew. Keith laughed as he stood behind her, watching her movements. He felt himself harden a little more every time she bent forward, exposing her bare pussy to his hungry eyes.

As she bent over again, he lifted his foot and pressed his cold bare toes against her pussy, applying enough pressure to make her freeze.

“I’ve treated you wonderful here, Jessica. You were given many freedoms and you were treated like a princess for the most part. And, how do you repay me? By jealousy and anger,” Keith spoke slowly, but loud enough to make his point known. “From now on, you are at the training level. You will earn your right to be at my side once again. Your cage is your home now so enjoy the little bits of time I give you outside the bars.”

His words weren’t too harsh, but enough to cause a stir of fear crawl up her spine. Jessie stayed still and silent, her quickened breath the only noise either of them could hear. Keith wiggled his toes for a moment before pulling his foot away and turning to leave the kitchen.

“Finish your food and stay put until I come back,” he ordered as he left to watch television. Jessie slowly lapped her soup up once more, no longer engulfed in the flavor, but fully aware of the degrading position he had put her in.

She stayed kneeling, staring at the empty bowl before her. Her sandwich was gone too, her hunger completely satisfied. The cool draft on the floor made her shiver, but she remained as motionless as she could, wondering why she had fallen back under Keith’s spell. She knew he was going to break her heart. He did last time, why should this time be any different?

She thought about Jim, wondering what he’d be doing at this moment. She wondered what would have happened had she listened to his words and followed him out the door instead of staying to yell at Keith. Tears trickled down her cheeks, settling on top her upper lip for a moment before sliding down and seeping in between them.

“Okay, my pet, you are granted one half hour bathroom break. Use your time wisely, for this is all you get today,” Keith explained as he entered the kitchen and unfastened her handcuffs. He watched as Jessie stood before him and walked away, running up the stairs to the bathroom to take a shower. Keith followed behind. “But, do not dress. You are to remain naked. Clothes are a luxury you haven’t earned.”

Jessie nodded and closed the bathroom door, latching it. She felt comfortable having a barrier between Keith and her for only a bit. Her eyes scanned the bathroom for a moment before she turned the bath faucet on, letting hot water spray over the drain.

“Asshole,” she whispered beneath her breath, as quietly as possible so he couldn’t hear her over the water. The late sunset shone dimly through the sunroof above the bathtub and Jessie stared at it, contemplating how it could help her.

With a fluffy yellow bath towel wrapped around her body like a short dress, Jessie found herself standing on top the edges of the tub and pushing against the sunroof. She grabbed the plunger and banged on the little window, trying her best to break it so she could climb through.

“Jessica, what are you doing in there?” Keith demanded from the other side of the door. Frantic, Jessie slapped the center of the window with the plunger stick again, ignoring the aches it added to the center of her palms. She banged again, harder this time, wishing the damn thing would cut her some slack and at least crack down the middle to show her efforts. The bathroom door shook for a moment before Keith slipped a credit card down the crack and swung it open with ease. “What the hell?” he shouted.

Startled, Jessie slipped from the sides of the tub and landed on her back in the inch-deep hot water. She screamed and tried to pull herself up, her hands too slippery to grab the sides. “Hot!” she shouted as Keith grabbed her arms and lifted her from the burning water with ease. She jumped around a moment, screaming as the cool air chilled her crimson skin.

“Stupid tub!” she shouted, gasping for breath between her cries. Keith shook his head and grabbed her by the upper arm, leading her out of the bathroom.

“You be damned happy that happened, you little bitch!” Keith shouted at Jessie as he led her to his bedroom. “The water blistered you a lot quicker than I was going to! What the hell were you doing?”

“Trying to escape!” she shouted through her tears as he shoved her onto his bed. “I hate you! I don’t want to be here!”

His hand was raised in the air within seconds and before she had a moment to react, his palm slapped across her cheek. “You ungrateful little bitch.”

Jessie pulled away from him, pressing her back against the headboard of the bed, her hand rubbing the sting from her cheek.

“I give you everything you want, Jessica. Everything. And, you can’t even show gratitude,” he scolded her, walking over to his closet. He opened the door without turning his back to her and took one of his leather belts from the hook.

“No, don’t,” Jessie pleaded quietly, pressing even harder against the headboard. “I’m in enough pain, honest! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, my Sir!”

“Don’t try to get out of this, Jessica! Stand up and bend over the footboard like a good girl and maybe I’ll take it easy on you!” he shouted, doubling the belt in his hand. Jessie stared at the oiled leather in his hands, her heart racing so frantically, she thought it would beat straight out of her chest. “Now!”

Jessie stood up slowly, her eyes never leaving the glistening leather. She took small, baby steps as she walked around the side of the bed, standing before the footboard. She shut her eyes then and imagined she was elsewhere, maybe with Jim. Slowly bending forward, Jessie rested her weight on the top of the carved wooden footboard, keeping her hands behind her. When she was properly in place, she felt sudden pressure against her lips and she opened her mouth willingly, unable to hide her fear as the ball gag was placed in her mouth.

Keith grabbed both her wrists in his left hand then and rested the belt across her reddened cheeks. “That water did a good warm up on you,” he commented with a chuckle before he raised the belt and brought it back down, snapping the smooth leather across her tender skin. She screamed against her gag, trying to struggle away from his grip. “Keep still. I’ve hardly given you a reason to cry yet.”

Jessie shouted a few words at him, which were immediately muffled. Keith shook his head and raised his belt again, waiting for her to stop struggling before he snapped it over the same line of fire he just drew.

“I don’t like the way you talk to me, Jessica. If you can’t calm down, I’m going to have to tie you to the bed and start all over again,” Keith warned. His voice was deep and threatening, immediately causing Jessica to bite against the gag in her mouth and try to stay silent as the next line of fire burned across her skin.

Keith tapped the inside of her ankle with his foot and she obediently spread her legs a little more for him. She was rewarded with his fingers rubbing along the inside of her thigh for a moment before he readied himself for the next snap of the belt.

The next snap wrapped around the side of her upper thigh, expertly kissing her wet pussy with the very tip of the leather. She cried out, kicking at him to make him stop.

Having gotten the reaction he desired, he repeated it the moment she was calm enough to take it again.

“Now… am I going to get the kind of respect I deserve from you or shall I whip you harder?” Keith asked with a chuckle.

Cornered, Jessie raised her head from sobbing in the blanket. She mumbled against her gag, begging him to stop because she’ll try her best to behave.

“What’s that, sugar? I can’t hear you? You don’t want to behave?” Keith questioned, looking at Jessie with a glint of mischief in his eye.

Jessie struggled again, screaming for him to stop picking on her. Her legs kicked out again and she lifted her head, bringing it back down on the bed with force. Every urge in her body was to turn around and kick him, but his strength overpowered her.

“Bad girl,” Keith whispered into her ear, as he bent over her. The belt dropped to the floor and he found himself unsnapping his jeans. “Bad, bad, girl.”

His hard cock pressed against Jessica’s warm pussy, entering her slowly. She screamed against her gag, not wanting anything sexual from him. He thrust into her deeply, releasing her wrists from behind her back. His hands now grabbed her thighs, pulling her against him roughly.

He thrust in and out of her, groaning from the over stimulation her twitching muscles caused him. She found herself crying, feeling a invaded. His hand reached around her thigh then and he brushed across her moist pussy slowly a few times before rubbing her clit with his fingertip.

“If you’d stop fighting me, you’d probably enjoy this,” he scolded. “I want you to grab your nipples and roll them between your fingers, Jessica.”

Jessie resisted a moment, causing Keith to pinch down on the tender skin along the inside of her thigh. She bit down hard on her lip until he stopped pinching and then immediately moved her hands to her nipples. Keith watched as her fingers pulled at her nipples a moment to calm down their sensitivity. She then rolled the hard diamond-tipped nipples between her fingers, shutting her eyes in ecstasy as she did so. Keith’s thrusts became quicker, his finger still resting on the top of her clit.

“Who do you belong to, Jessica?” he demanded.

“You, Sir,” she whispered back, unable to resist the burning his fucking caused deep within her.

“And, what are you, Jessica?”

“I’m your slut,” she moaned as she reached the brink of climax. “Oh, my Sir, may I cum?”

“Yes, little one. Cum for me,” Keith growled. As he felt her emotions soaring over the edge, his fingers reached between her thighs again and he pinched her tender skin at the same moment he released himself within her.

She screamed behind her gag, her body shaking from the pain and pleasure combining easily within her. Her fingers released her tender nipples and she grabbed handfuls of the blanket to squeeze.

Jessie’s cage quickly became comforting as she lay inside later that night. She now had a blanket and a pillow inside with her. A dim nightlight was turned on in place of the candle. She wrapped the blanket around her, lying down on the soft padding floor of her cage, staring up at the belt that hung on the wall above her. Keith had hung it there as an incentive for her to behave and respect him. She sighed and closed her eyes, hoping she could easily drift into dreamland.

The next morning, she woke up to the sound of voices upstairs. She sat up and looked around the dim room, straining to hear who was speaking. She could hear a muffled deep voice, questioning where she was. Jim?

“She went back to San Diego yesterday,” a feminine voice was saying, her voice louder. It sounded like Raven. She guessed her voice was loud enough to hear because she had walked closer to the basement door.

“But, I saw her car outside in the driveway,” Jim replied.

“She flew. When I hear from her again, I’ll let her know you’re looking for her,” Raven replied.

Jessie was stunned into silence. Half of her wanted to shout out that she was downstairs, but the other half feared he wouldn’t hear and she’d just get whipped for her outburst. So, she stayed silent as she listened to Raven slam the door after Jim left. She bit her lip and leaned back against the cage, wondering if staying with Keith was smart. Not that it was her choice in any way.