Caging Cadence

This is a work of fiction to be consumed ONLY by adults 18 years of age or older. All characters depicted are at least 18 years old. This is a non-consensual, coercive pairing between a dominant man in his late twenties and an innocent, virginal woman in her late teens, and involves elements of BDSM, including bondage, spanking, humiliation, and etc. This work IS NOT intended as a healthy or accurate depiction of safe, sane, consensual kink - hence it being listed in the non-consent category, and not the BDSM category.

This chapter also includes:

anal penetration, forced orgasms, edging-and-denial, and deeper humiliation/invasion of physical privacy.

It is considerably rougher

than the previous chapter, despite the momentary reprieve in the beginning. It's also longer than I intended - but rest assured there are pages and pages of kinky sex after the brief domestic interlude. This work is purely fantasy and is not written as an endorsement of any illegal, immoral, or non-consensual activities. The opinions expressed by characters do not necessarily reflect the views of the author.

In real life, consent is required.

Coercive BDSM as depicted within is a heinous crime. Read at your own risk.

SUNDAY MORNING

When David woke up and remembered what was waiting for him in his closet, he felt a potent flood of astonishment and relief. After weeks of waiting, biding his time, and fucking her mother, he had finally managed to corner and cage Cadence. He had only slept for a few hours, not wanting to leave her unattended for too long, and also filled with such anticipation he could hardly keep his eyes closed. He'd fucked plenty of women, and dominated plenty more, but there was something so special about Cadence. She was pure, and while he could normally care less about a person's "number", it made everything he did have such greater impact.

He rolled out of bed and moved closer to the closet, leaning in, listening hard. He couldn't hear much, but he hadn't really been expecting to. Grinning with anticipation, he went downstairs to get ready for the day. He cooked himself a quick breakfast, wolfing down his food, eager to get on with the day.

He washed up, brushed his teeth, and changed into a fresh pair of boxers and a t-shirt. He slipped his jeans on, knowing they wouldn't be on for long - but there was incredible power in keeping Cadence naked all weekend, while flaunting his own ability to cover up. Her body was always accessible to him, but

he

decided when she could touch or see his. Reinforcing this idea at the very beginning would make it easier to coax her back into a submissive state.

He walked down to the office Laura claimed as her own, but rarely used. He started the computer, his heart pounding. He wasn't sure if Cadence had taken the bait. She was so stubborn. It was incredible how far he could bend her, only to watch her snap back when he pushed just a little too much, never breaking. One moment, she'd be a purring puddle in his arms, and the next she was glaring and hissing at him, pushing him away. It was becoming more difficult to figure out what she was going to do next - ironic, given that she was locked in his closet, completely at his mercy. He took solace in the fact that he had time today to keep experimenting.

He checked his email first, putting off the inevitable discovery as long as possible. Laura had messaged him, mostly complaining about her heavy workload, but she also mentioned that Cadence had a lot of studying to do, and he should try to stay out of her way. He shook his head, laughing to himself a little, and smiled more widely as he read the last line of her email - the case was getting worse, not better. Even if she came home Tuesday, there was a good chance it would be brief. She encouraged him to find a "date" to keep himself occupied, so long as he didn't expose Cadence to anything untoward.

He chuckled, remembering Cadence kneeling beneath him - his cock buried between her soft lips, her tight throat squeezing him, coaxing his climax with her wet tongue even as she whined and moaned her protests. He was well occupied, he decided, and he didn't miss Laura at all. Her daughter was a considerable upgrade.

Eventually, he opened up the software he needed to see if Cadence had taken the bait. The coaster set-up had been a ruse, a way to signal that he would be watching her, to see if she would defy him in spite of that.

What Cadence didn't know about were the series of cameras he and her mother had placed in almost every room of the house, excluding Cadence's bedroom. Ostensibly, they were for security. However, he and Laura enjoyed filming their sessions and watching them later, so it had been trivial to install an extra camera (complete with a particularly good microphone, which all of the other cameras but Laura's bedroom and closet lacked) in the closet and tuck its access behind a different password within the software. The camera itself remained hidden in a dark corner, mostly obscured by the red light, so no one under its gaze would be distracted by its presence. He and Laura both recognized the risk of filming themselves, and accepted it, letting the danger flame the taboo intensity of it all.

He felt a real twinge of guilt for subjecting someone as innocent as Cadence to that risk without her consent. He wasn't sure what he would do with the videos if she rejected him, at the end of all of this. Give them to her, he supposed. A good man would destroy his own copies, but David wasn't always certain that's who he was.

If she left him at the end of all of this, his relationship with Laura would certainly be over as well. He would crave a keepsake, a reminder of this insane, reckless, but irresistable plan of his. He would need a way to remember his fragile, caged angel, and how he pulled her down and desecrated her.

He hadn't thought much about the future - his cock hadn't let him, as it steered him towards a singular goal whenever Cadence came to mind. He didn't want to ruminate now. If all went as he planned, these dark, hazy depictions of their first time together would be as precious to her as a wedding video.

It was crazy to even expect it, but he'd pushed it all this far. He'd never been one to bet small - go big or go home, bet it all or lose it all, and then double it and go again - these were the stakes he felt the most exhilarated playing with. He thought now that those stakes had never been higher, for himself or for the people around him. But he liked to build things up almost as much as he liked breaking them, and collateral was just a part of winning.

He brought his full attention back to the screen in front of him. He clicked through several dummy folders, seeking the secret, password-protected files within. His fingers dashed out the phrase only he and Laura knew, and he held his breath as a second window opened, pulling up still, thumbnail images of the most recent recordings inside the closet. He could see that Cadence had been reading, her yellow flashlight cutting orange through the scarlet glow of the dungeon, illuminating her makeshift nest. She was nestled in her blanket. The live feed lagged a little, but he watched for a moment, intoxicated with the knowledge that he could see her and she didn't know. For a moment he considered just watching for a while, voyeurism almost as tempting as the thought of taking her...

Well, almost.

David clicked through folders and thumbnails (the live feed uploaded in fifteen minute segments), seeking the early hours of the day, where Cadence had rested alone in her cage. She had not slept well, he could tell. She shifted around inside the bars, moving her pillow from one end to the next, folding and re-folding her blanket, her flashlight fluttering off and on as she restlessly sought distraction from her insomnia. This had been only two or three hours ago. She was going to be hating life today - he'd push her just as hard on no sleep as he would when she was well-rested. Time was not on their side.

Bearing that in mind, David scrolled further back through the videos, waiting for himself to reappear. When he did, he queued up two consecutive clips and sat back, watching. It was still a little surreal to see himself on tape, even more so to watch himself looming half-naked over a completely naked, very small Cadence. She was already locked in her cage at this point, and he was standing a few feet away, setting up her vibrator on the coaster.

"This is your next test, little slut. I'm going to leave this right here. Do you remember what I said about touching your cunt?"

"Not without your permission."

He chuckled a little at how sullen her voice had sounded, how utterly disgruntled she was at his denial of her orgasm. For all her protesting about him

making her do this

, she was really disappointed at not having to follow through on coming for him.

"Right," he heard himself say on the tape - calm, authoritative, just a little mocking. A tone he had mastered. "You

do not

have my permission to use this, or touch yourself, or hump your pillow, or anything else dirty, desperate little sluts like you do to make yourselves come. If you do, I will know. Do you understand?"

He watched himself scold her as she responded with spite. He was expecting just as much resistance today, if not more. Cadence was playing along, appeasing him, and he had certainly figured out how to make her cunt hungry for him. But she was far from giving in, from accepting that he owned her.

Today, her real training would begin. But first, he had to see if she passed his test.

On screen, the video played on. The closet door closed, and Cadence was left alone. He heard her sigh, quite loudly, and watched as she rustled around in her blanket, trying to get comfortable. She stared around at the walls, looking a little unnerved. She fidgeted with her flashlight and her books. But no matter where else she looked, her gaze would eventually drift back to the toy resting on the coaster.

She seemed to be struggling with herself. Her fingers drifted down towards her pussy, and he watched her play with clit for a few seconds. That alone was enough to warrant a punishment, but he suspected she went further than that. He watched, waiting, as she grew frustrated with the slow pace of her own touch.

His suspicions were confirmed when she finally darted forward, reaching through the bars, grasping for the vibrator on the floor. He'd chosen her own vibrator to tempt her deliberately, knowing she was more likely to use a toy she was comfortable with, and one she knew for certain hadn't been inside of her mother. He had others - bigger, more powerful, more complicated in their design - and he was looking forward to using them on her more than anything else.

He relished in administering pain as a sadist, at watching pretty girls (and sometimes boys) cry and wail under his hand, or his belt, or his cane. He enjoyed mocking his submissives, playing with their heads, stoking the guilt and the shame just as high as their lust. Often, he just liked to make them suffer, subjecting them to pointless games they couldn't win, and unbearable pain they couldn't stop. He loved twisting their reactions, loved doing fucked up things to them, just to watch their expressions shift or hear them beg for his mercy.

But there was something especially intoxicating about turning pleasure into pain, about forcing so many orgasms on one cunt that the sweetness turned sour, and the ecstasy blurred into despair. For using her own toy, Cadence had earned some time with his. And she would enjoy it a lot less.

There was a buzz through the computer speakers as Cadence turned her vibrator on and began pleasuring herself with it. She moaned out loud, he noticed, not doing much to keep herself quiet. Maybe she'd

wanted

to be caught. She had no clue the closet was soundproof, never mind that she was being recorded. He watched as she fucked herself, her sweet pants and moans captured clearly, music to his ears. He could feel his cock getting hard in his jeans, already stirring, ravenous for what was to come.

He noticed with wicked glee that she was fucking herself rather hard, rolling her hips against the fake dick, burying it as deeply as she could before wrenching it out again - repeating the process over and over, stoking herself up and up and up. He unzipped his jeans and slipped his hand inside, stroking his hardening cock, eyes locked on the screen. Cadence was panting, her fingers finding her clit now, her moans getting sharper and louder with each thrust, interspersed with desperate panting.

"Oh, David...oh, David, please," she gasped, pushing the dildo in and out of her dripping cunt.

His blood ran cold and he shivered, his jaw dropping. His cock grew even harder in his hand and he squeezed, pumping it faster. There was no way she knew she was being watched - she thought the coaster was the way he would know that she moved her toy. There was no way this was an act, a moment of showing him that she was a 'good girl', a way to get him to let his guard down. Those moans - those tiny, precious pleas for release - were as genuine as any he had ever heard. He let out a deep breath, feeling his impending come, debating forcing himself to edge, to stop, to save it for later - but he seriously doubted he could. He didn't think he'd ever been so hard, hearing Cadence pant his name while fucking herself furiously.

He heard the vibrator click up to its highest setting, heard her delighted gasp in response. She was getting close to climaxing. Her chest was heaving, her hips bucking wildly. Her face vacillated between a bright, incredible smile, and the deep, primal grimace of a woman right on the edge. David stroked himself, ramping himself up with her, wondering if he could time it right. This was the hottest thing he'd ever seen (and that was saying something), this gorgeous young woman drilling herself without self-awareness, eager for nothing but her own completion. He watched as she threw her crimson hair back, bouncing up and down against the buzzing rod between her thighs, her cute little tits jiggling, fingers working furiously against her clit, her breath catching -

"Oh, please, please, let me come sir!" she cried.

He almost laughed - so she

did

know how to ask - but he was too distracted by how hard he was coming. Spurt after spurt of hot sperm erupted over his hands, splattering his shirt, his balls tightening with every release. He groaned in spite of himself, leaning forward, mostly unaware of the mess he had made. He was gazing in wonder at the way Cadence looked when she came.

Her head was tossed back, her hips tense and thrusting, her toes curled and pointed straight in the air. Her hair was wild around her, her pale skin trembling with every delicious aftershock. She milked it for all it was worth, enjoying the lingering sparks, smiling a little as she slowed down. Her hands went limp and she relaxed against her pillow, laughing a little. He watched as she examined the wet dildo in her hand, trying to read her expression. Her smile faded. She was starting to look worried, eying the coaster sitting outside her cage appraisingly.

David let out a stunned sigh, staring at the computer screen like he had just won the lottery. It felt like he had. A slow smile spread across his face.

He quickly attached a USB cable to the computer, connecting his phone and transferring the video of Cadence masturbating. He wouldn't keep them there for long - just long enough to really, really rub her face in it. He stood up and left the office, making a beeline for the bedroom upstairs, unable to prolong the wait any more than he already had. He was aching for her, - despite getting himself off just moments before, - replaying her stolen orgasm in his head over and over again. He rinsed his hands in the master bathroom and quickly changed his shirt, grateful he'd mostly missed his jeans.

Then, evidence of her crime in hand, he strode forward and unlocked the closet door, flinging it open without ceremony.

***

Cadence had not slept well. Every time she rolled over, some part of her would nudge against the metal bars keeping her in place. She hated being enclosed, something she was sure David would only push further if he knew. So she swallowed her anxiety, trying to take deep breaths whenever she felt the panic creeping in. David had left the red lights on, which was somehow far more unsettling than total darkness would have been. Every time she found herself awake on the cage's floor, her eyes would travel to the walls, adorned with tools and toys, and the wretched table David had strapped her to for her punishment just hours before. Worse yet, there was an entire cabinet stashed in the remaining corner that he hadn't even opened yet. She trembled to think what horrors he might have locked away in there.

At least she had managed to put the vibrator back on the damn coaster. How, she still wasn't really sure. It had involved a lot of unladylike grunting, stretching, and cursing. Her shoulder still hurt a bit from pressing against the bars, straining out to set the vibrator upright. She had nearly dropped it twice, and had almost knocked it over when she attempted to correct its position. It sat slightly off-center. She prayed David wouldn't notice. She didn't want to give him any other excuses to do terrible things to her. Not that he really needed them.

Once the vibrator was replaced, Cadence made a bold decision - she put her tank top and pajama pants back on. Their flimsy protection wasn't much, but she felt weird being naked for so long. David hadn't technically forbidden her wearing clothes. Not explicitly, at least. She had a feeling that wouldn't matter much to him, but she was too cold and tired to care.

Despite how overwhelming the previous evening had been, Cadence had a suspicion that today would be much worse. She spent the night tossing and turning, flipping through her textbooks when sleep was too elusive. She was haunted by a sense of anxiety all night, and far from comfortable in the cage. She had never slept on anything other than a couch or bed before - she even hated camping. Sleeping with a blanket and pillow on a metal floor was so far out of the realm of possibility, she was surprised and grateful for the moments of sleep she caught. Every second she was awake was dogged by apprehension and a growing sense of anger. It was much easier to hate David when his hands weren't on her body, when she wasn't under his cool, indifferent gaze, when he wasn't growling dirty things in her ear.

She eventually gave up on sleep and started studying again. It was hard to focus, but she appreciated the distraction. It reminded her that there was life beyond this scarlet dungeon, that David's insistence she study was a sign he planned on releasing her for school. The moment she was out of his sight - and able to escape without risking his wrath - she would be gone.

Yes, the things he did to her drove her mad with lust, turned her to putty in his hands. Even when he was paddling her, something inside reacted and craved more. But his power over her sensuality wasn't enough to override the sense of

wrongness

. David had fucked her mother, invaded their home, and insinuated himself in their lives, just to get to her. She knew that now, by his admission yesterday. She would be damned if he was going to win her without a fight.

She just wished she had gotten a little more sleep. And had a bigger meal last night, and access to a toilet and a shower. As the long hours of caged solitude went on, those human necessities became more and more urgent for her. She was not at her prime - something, she wagered, David was counting on. The weaker she was, the more desperately she needed

anything

, the more power her had over her.