Chapter 10

The cage is uncomfortable to sleep in. And thought Kat has earned Beckett’s trust and earned a bed and removal of some of her restraints, she is not out of the clear yet. She has no idea how long it has been—how long she has been here. Certainly enough time has passed that her father would be looking for her, but even then, is there a chance he could find her? Would he even care to look in the first place? Back to the bed ... sure it is soft, but certainly not big enough for her to fit on. The gag is still in her mouth, as she has not earned the privilege of losing it, maybe she never will.

It is dark, but she can hear Sirius moving about outside the cage. But that darkness doesn’t last for much longer. There is the sound of the switch clinking and then the room is flooded with light. Kat is lying curled up, still naked save for her collar and gag. Beckett runs his finger across the metal bars of the cage, making enough noise to startle her and wake her up. Kat hadn’t been asleep, she was merely faking it.

“Good morning, princess,” he says softly with a grin on his face. “Did you enjoy your rest?” He urges her over to the side of the cage and unfastens the gag from the outside. “I think we’ll try this again today. Remember you are not able to speak unless you call Sirius master.

Kat doesn’t want to disobey today. Yesterday was the worse of the beatings. For days she had denied Sirius that title, she had refused to remain quiet except for moans and grunts and other meaningless noises. And each time she was abused. She was slapped across the face, punched in the stomach. At one point, he even told her that she was shitty at healing, that Sirius’ paw still needed to be healed properly. At that revelation she knew that this must be someone like her father, someone that he wouldn’t talk about. Is this some sort of revenge? Is that how he knows me? Why he keeps saying princess? She whines, looking up at him bashfully, unsure of what his reaction will be.

“Good girl,” he repeats. “Now sit up like I taught you.” Kat sits up with good posture, folding her legs. “I am having a friend over today. I want you to keep him entertained for me, can you do that?” he asks as he begins unlocking the cage.

Kat so wants to tell him to just fuck off, but instead she whines and nods.

Beckett laughs, unlocking the cage and swinging the door open. Sirius moves suddenly, his chain going taut as he tries to reach her. “Get back, Sirius,” the man says. “We have a guest coming over today, and I will need her unsoiled. You can have her afterward.”

The dog whines, but listens, slinking back to the corner where he was laying, his red prick slowly disappearing back into its sheath.

Beckett laughs again. “I think that you’re going to enjoy entertaining him.” He smiles and curls his finger, signaling for her to crawl over to him. Without a word Kat crawls out of her cage to her feet. “Why don’t you show me your loyalty and show me some affection. Lick my feet.”

Without a hesitation, Kat sticks out her tongue and runs it across the tops of his feet roughly, going back and forth between each foot. For some unknown reason, maybe to avoid a beating, she craves to show her affection to him. Beckett interrupts her by firmly smacking her bare ass.

“That is enough,” he snaps. “Your master will get jealous. If he gets jealous it becomes a problem for me.” He fastens a leash to her collar and leads the girl through up the stairs, through the house and to the front door. He then instructs her to kneel by the front door until his friend arrives.

Beckett sits across the room on the sofa, reading a book while keeping an eye on her. Time, like her days here already, means nothing. It could have been five minutes or three hours, but finally the door opens. Immediately she recognizes the man. Tyrell Fickett! Should she say something? Kat thinks better of it, deciding it is probably best to see how this plays out.

Tyrell is dressed casually, not at all in a professional manner that befits his profession, and not at all like the last time she saw him. He smells good too. Without saying a word, he walks up to Kat, grabs her head and pushes her face into his crotch. He is almost smothering her in between his legs. “I’m going to have some fun with you today,” he says as he grinds his crotch against her nose. He withdraws and slaps her across the face. “That is for being such a little tease to me and for being a fucking bitch.” He slaps her across the face again. “You do not have permission to look me in the eyes, bitch. You do that again and you’re going to regret it.” Then he grabs her by the face and turns her head to Beckett, who is still sitting on the sofa. “Now, turn around and put your ass up in the air for me.”

This is not at all how she perceived this encounter taking place. Yes, she had used him for information and her personal gain. But does she deserve to be raped? Is it rape if she is the property of her master and his master? Then she begins to wonder just what the hell it is she is thinking. She seems to take too long in complying.

Tyrell looks at Beckett and complains, “I thought you said she was broken.”

“She is ... mostly,” the older man says. “There are a few kinks to still work out. She responds well to beatings.”

Hearing that word, beatings, Kat quickly sticks her ass out for the younger man. “Mmm, that’s a nice ass you’ve got there. Why don’t you come over here?” Tyrell steps past her to sit on the other sofa in the living room.

Katharina obeys, crawling behind him and waiting for him to have a seat before she kneels down in front of him.

“Put your face back between my legs,” the scientist says. “I want you to feel my hard dick while I spank you for disobeying me.”

She doesn’t want to do it. She doesn’t want to be spanked either. But the alternative is something far worse. So she puts her face between his legs. Tyrell leans forward and begins to spank her as he would a dog that has gotten in trouble for doing something wrong. He is not at all gentle, and he does not stop until her ass is bright red and she is moaning with each stroke of his hand.

“Oh, does it hurt?” he asks mockingly. “I’ll give it a break. Why don’t you put that tongue of yours to good use in the meantime?” He undoes his pants and frees his erection, giving her complete access to him.

In the meantime, Beckett has stepped over to her and is gently rubbing some lubricant on her ass and then her asshole. Kat doesn’t know what is going to happen, but if she is going to be fucked in the ass, at least it isn’t going to be raw like her first stay here. At least when Sirius fucks her there, he is well lubricated naturally already.

Kat’s lips touch his cock, something that just like Sirius, she is familiar with. As she does this, Beckett presses his finger inside her. She gasps when she feels her ass being stretched past her usual threshold. He is penetrating her with some sort of plug. She continues to service Tyrell, gliding her tongue over the tip of his prick as he runs his fingers through her hair. Suddenly there is a strong slap across her ass. She tightens her backdoor up against eh plug and pushes her face right down on Tyrell’s rod.