Chapter 13

I woke with a small gasp, my eyes fluttering open to find myself in total darkness. My body was curled on its side, one arm stretched over my head, the other draped across Becky’s waist. I could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breath against my hand, the warmth of her body seeping into mine. The cage was still cramped and confining, but the familiarity of Becky’s presence was comforting.

As I lay there, my senses heightened in the darkness, I began to explore Becky’s body with my hand. I traced the curve of her hip, the softness of her skin sending shivers of pleasure through my own body. I let my fingers wander, enjoying the feel of her, the intimacy of the moment. My touch was gentle, almost reverent, as I memorized the contours of her form.

Becky stirred slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips as she pressed closer to me. “Glo,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with sleep and desire. Her breath hitched, and I could feel her heart rate quicken, matching the rhythm of my own. The darkness amplified every sensation, making each touch, each breath, more intense and meaningful.

I let my hand drift higher, cupping her breast, feeling the weight and softness of it in my palm. Her breasts were small, a B cup at most, but they were perfect, fitting neatly in my hand. My thumb circled her nipple, eliciting another soft moan from Becky. She arched into my touch, her body responding instinctively to my caress. The intimacy of the moment was intoxicating, a mix of desire and tenderness that left me craving more.

Emboldened by her responses, I continued to explore, my hand trailing down her stomach, dipping into her navel, and then lower still. I could feel the heat radiating from her core, and as my fingers brushed against her sensitive flesh, she let out a gasp, her hips bucking slightly. Her pubic hair was sparse, but I could feel the soft, fine hairs tickling my fingers as I explored her.

“Glo, that feels so good,” Becky whispered, her voice breathless with desire.

Encouraged, I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wetness, her tightness. I moved slowly at first, letting her adjust to the sensation, but soon picked up pace, my finger curling to hit that sweet spot inside her. Becky’s moans filled the cage, her body writhing against mine as she chased her pleasure.

She reached down, her hand covering mine, guiding me, showing me what she liked. Our breaths came in ragged gasps, the sound of our pleasure mingling in the confined space. I could feel my own arousal building, the throb between my legs becoming more insistent, but I focused on Becky, on giving her the pleasure she deserved.

Suddenly, Becky pulled my hand away, and before I could protest, she straddled my chest, her knees on either side of my head. I could feel her heat, her wetness, right there, so close to my face. The light hair on her mound tickled my nose as she lowered herself onto me, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

“Lick me, Glo,” she whispered, her voice commanding yet gentle. “I want to feel your tongue inside me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I stuck out my tongue, licking her from bottom to top, tasting her, savoring her. She tasted sweet and musky, a heady combination that made me dizzy with desire. I focused on her clit, circling it with my tongue, sucking gently, feeling her buck against me as I brought her closer to the edge.

Becky rode my face with abandon, her hips moving in a rhythmic motion as she chased her orgasm. The cage, once a symbol of confinement, now felt like a haven, a place where we could lose ourselves in each other’s pleasure. The light hair on her mound continued to tickle my nose, adding an extra layer of sensation to the experience.

“Don’t stop, Glo,” she panted, her voice breathless. “I’m so close. Just like that. Oh god, yes!”

I redoubled my efforts, my tongue working faster, my hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as I brought her to the brink of ecstasy. Her moans filled the cage, her body tensing, and then, with a final cry, she came, her orgasm washing over her in waves.

As she rode out her pleasure, I continued to lick and suck gently, drawing out every last shudder, every last gasp. Eventually, she collapsed onto me, her body spent, her breath coming in soft, satisfied sighs.

We lay there, our bodies entwined, the cage a warm, intimate space that held our secrets, our pleasures, our connection. The darkness was our ally, allowing us to shed inhibitions and give in to our primal needs. And as I held Becky, feeling her heart slow to a steady rhythm, I hoped and prayed that this was just the beginning of our explorations.

We lay there in the darkness, our bodies entwined, the cage a warm, intimate cocoon that held our secrets and pleasures. The sound of our breathing filled the small space, a rhythmic symphony that soothed and excited me all at once. I could feel Becky’s heart beating against my chest, her body rising and falling with each breath, a testament to the life and passion that coursed through her.

“Becky,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, “have you really slept in this cage since you were a kid?”

She was quiet for a moment, her fingers tracing idle patterns around my nipple. “Yeah, Glo,” she finally said, her voice soft. “I’ve been sleeping in here since I was about six. It’s just become a part of my life, you know? It’s weird, but I can barely stand to sleep anywhere else.”

I tried to imagine what that must have been like, growing up with such an unusual routine. It amazed me how adaptable people could be, how we could find comfort in the most unexpected places.

“Are you really 18?” I asked, changing the subject. I could feel her smile against my skin as she shook her head.

“Bitch, I’m 19, I’m just tiny,” she replied, her voice laced with amusement.

I bristled slightly at her rough term of endearment. “I don’t like it when you call me bitch,” I said gently. “Can we not call each other bitch, slut, cunt, and stuff like that? I just want one person to be sweet to me and I can be sweet to her.”

Becky was quiet for a moment, and then I felt her shift, her body rising above mine. She leaned down, her lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss. “You’re right, Glo,” she whispered against my lips. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be sweet to you. Always.”

I felt a warmth spread through me at her words, a sense of contentment that was almost overwhelming. I kissed her back, pourings all my feelings into that single act, wanting her to know just how much she meant to me.

As we pulled apart, I took a deep breath, my next question already forming in my mind. “I have a weird request. Sometime, when we have a chance, can I play with your asshole? I’m so curious about them right now that I can barely stand it.”

Becky giggled, a soft, melodic sound that filled the cage with warmth. “You’re such a freak, Glo,” she said, but there was no malice in her voice, only affection. “But I like that about you. And yes, of course you can. I trust you.”

I felt a thrill of excitement at her words, a mix of anticipation and nerves fluttering in my stomach. I couldn’t wait to explore that part of her, to give her the pleasure that I knew she deserved.

We lay there for a while longer, our bodies pressed together, our breaths syncing as we drifted in and out of sleep. The cage, once a symbol of confinement, had become our sanctuary, a place where we could be ourselves, where we could explore and grow together.

Eventually, we both drifted off to sleep, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one. The darkness held us, protected us, and in that moment, I knew that I was exactly where I wanted to be.

The sound of the cage being rolled out of its cramped space jolted me awake. I blinked, disoriented, as the light from the basement spilled into our dark sanctuary. Sharon stood there, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked down at us and unlocked the cage.

“Smells like someone had a good time in here,” she remarked, her voice laced with amusement. “I hope you two sluts got enough rest because you’ve got a long night of being whores in front of you.”

Becky stirred beside me, her eyes fluttering open. She squeezed my hand gently before sitting up, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat. “Come on, Glo,” she said, her voice soft but determined. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

I followed Becky’s lead, my body aching slightly from our cramped position. We climbed out of the cage; our steps unsteady as we made our way upstairs. Becky led me to a different bathroom; one I hadn’t seen before. The shower stall was large, with a glass door and a rain head that promised a luxurious experience.

We stepped inside, the warm water cascading over us, washing away the remnants of our intimate encounter. Becky grabbed the body wash, lathering it in her hands before starting to wash me. Her touches were gentle, caring, a stark contrast to the harsh words Sharon had used.

“Turn around,” Becky whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. “Let me wash your back.”

I complied, turning so that my back was to her. Her hands, slick with soap, began to massage my shoulders, my back, my ass. The sensation was heavenly, with the water and her touch working together to relax and invigorate me.

As she finished washing me, I turned to face her, taking the body wash from her hands. “My turn,” I said, a smile playing on my lips.

I started at her shoulders, my hands mimicking the motions she had used on me. I washed her back, her arms, her legs, taking my time to ensure every inch of her was clean. I could feel her body responding to my touch, her breath hitching slightly as I moved lower, washing her stomach, her hips, her thighs.

Just as I was about to stand up, Becky bent over, grabbing her ankles. “Just a quick taste,” she said, looking back at me, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Since we’re in a hurry.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I knelt down, the water from the shower head cascading over both of us. I started by kissing and licking her lower back, her ass cheeks, teasing her, making her wait. She wiggled her ass, urging me on, and I obliged. I spread her ass cheeks as far apart as I could with my hands, then my tongue slid down her crack until it found her little brown ring.

I licked around her asshole, my tongue circling, teasing, tasting. Becky moaned, her body tensing and relaxing in waves as I explored her. The water from the shower head mixed with her arousal, creating a slippery, intoxicating sensation that had me craving more.

I could have stayed there all day, exploring her, tasting her, but Becky had other plans. She giggled, a soft, melodic sound that filled the shower stall with warmth. “That’s enough, you little freak,” she said, standing up and turning to face me. “We need to get going.”

She pulled me out of the shower, the water streaming off our bodies as we stepped onto the fluffy bath mat. Becky grabbed two large, soft towels and handed one to me, a playful smile on her lips. “Here you go, Glo,” she said. “Let’s get dried off.”

We took our time, drying each other off, our touches lingering, our eyes locked on one another. The moment was intimate, a silent promise of more to come, of explorations yet to be made, of pleasures yet to be discovered.

As we finished drying off, Becky took my hand, her grip firm and reassuring. “Come on,” she said, her voice determined. “Tonight is going to be rough on you, again, but I’ll be there to support you.”

We pulled up to a grungy looking strip mall somewhere in Hermitage in John’s truck, then hurried inside. The fluorescent lights of the office cast a sterile glow on the stark walls, creating an eerie contrast to the carnal activities about to unfold. We were all dressed alike, like sluts, with heels, thigh-high fishnet stockings, and garter belts. The outfit was revealing, designed to entice and provoke. As we were led to our waiting area, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through my veins.

I took a seat on what I thought was the same ratty futon, sipping on a bottle of Evian while we waited. Becky came over and sat on my lap, and I enjoyed stroking her legs as we talked about silly girl stuff, like everything about our current situation was completely normal. We sat there for about half an hour before Sharon came to fetch us.

“Let’s go sluts! Time for you to get fucked silly.” She looked right at my mom. “You’re going to be the centerpiece tonight, MILF.” Mom’s eyes got wide, but she didn’t say anything back like she normally would have. I guess she was finally starting to accept her place.

They led us over to a rectangular area that had large holes on three of the walls. Each hole had a kind of padded table protruding from the wall, and the holes each had a black cloth that curtained it off from the other side of the wall.

Sharon walked over to one of the tables in the center of the longest wall, which was about waist high. There was a video screen several feet above the hole, which appeared to show the currently empty space on the other side of the wall. “Here you go, MILF. Get up there and stick your legs through the hole. I’ll show the other sluts what will happen on the other side.”

She led me and Becky back through the door and around to the other side. I could see Mom’s legs sticking out of the hole. Two of the thugs were in the process of spreading her legs wide and strapping them to the wall so they made a wide V shape, completely exposing her pussy at about waist level. Above her was a duplicate of the video screen, and we could clearly see her breasts and face on it. She winced a few times as the leather straps were tightened up. One of the thugs got up between her legs and bumped his groin against hers a few times, testing the height.

Sharon looked at me and smiled. “Yeah, your mommy is going to get a ton of cock tonight. She’s gonna be really popular.” She pointed to a hole to the left of Mom’s hole, which was about five feet off the ground. “This is going to be your hole. It’s higher off the ground so nobody can get their dick up there. They’re only allowed to eat and finger your pussy. Until next weekend, that is.”

I looked next to my assigned hole and there was a poster there with one of those things you can scan with your phone to open a website. Below that the sign read, “Gloria’s Virgin Pussy Raffle. $50 Tickets. Don’t miss out on this once-in-a-lifetime experience! Must be present to win. No refunds.”

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. In a week, my virginity would be sold to the highest bidder, my body on display, my innocence up for grabs. The thought should have filled me with dread, but instead my pussy spasmed, like it couldn’t wait to be filled up with cock. I wanted to experience everything ... feel everything.

Sharon took us back to the other side, and two thugs lifted me up and I was positioned with my waist sticking out of the hole, my legs stretched open wide. On the screen I could see one of the thugs using a stepladder to tightly bind my legs to the wall with several leather straps. This position ensured that anyone standing on the other side could easily access my pussy with their fingers or mouth, since my ass was now about five feet off the ground. The video screen above me displayed my face, ensuring that everyone could see my reactions, my pleasure, and my embarrassment. The screen on my side would show me who was about to use me.

I looked over to my right to see Becky being slid into a hole that was lower than mine, just like Mom’s. She looked over at me and blew me a kiss, then blew a bubble from the gum she was chewing. Then she put her fingers up to her mouth, making a V shape and wagging her tongue at me. I blushed furiously and looked away, but I had a big smile on my face.

I looked over to my right to see the other women from the Glory Hole Gala walk in, led by Sharon, who was directing each of them to their designated holes, her riding crop swishing as she did so. I watched as each woman was positioned, their legs spread and bound, their bodies exposed and ready for the impending customers.

Sharon first directed the tall black woman called Chocolate Thunder to a hole at waist height. She instructed Chocolate to lie on her stomach, her legs extending out of the hole with her high heels planted firmly on the floor. Sharon then bound her legs tightly, ensuring she couldn’t move them. Chocolate looked up at me with a mix of disdain, a small smirk playing on her lips.

“Don’t worry, girl,” I heard Sharon say from the other side of the wall. “We’ve got a big bottle of lube on the shelf next to your hole, so they can fuck you right up your Hershey Highway if they want.”