Chapter 2 Chapter 2: First Taste of the Cage

Cecilia could still feel the shameful wetness between her thighs.
Her body trembled on the cold floor while tears kept rolling down her flushed cheeks.
Elias stood over her like a king who had already won the war.

He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up roughly.
“Stand up straight, little thief,” he ordered, voice hard and commanding.
“I want to see every inch of what now belongs to me.”

Cecilia tried to cover her bare breasts with her arms.
Elias slapped her hands away without hesitation.
“No hiding. No covering. Your tits, your pussy, your ass—they are all mine now.”

He dragged her across the huge bedroom toward a large bed.
The giant screen on the wall still showed the boys in the basement.
Jax was bleeding from his mouth while electric shocks made his body jerk violently.

“Watch them suffer,” Elias said coldly, forcing her to look.
“Every time you fight me, their pain gets worse.”
Cecilia’s heart twisted with guilt and fear as fresh tears burned her eyes.

Elias pushed her onto the bed on her back.
He climbed over her, his hard body pinning her down completely.
“Time for your first real lesson in obedience.”

He reached into a hidden drawer beside the bed.
A sleek black collar with glowing lights appeared in his hand.
“This smart collar will track you, shock you, and vibrate when I want.”

Cecilia shook her head fast, panic rising in her chest.
“Please don’t put that on me. I’ll behave. I swear.”
Elias smiled darkly and locked the collar tight around her slender throat.

The collar clicked shut with a soft beep.
It felt heavy and cold against her skin.
“Rule number one: you call me Sir from now on.”

He slid his hand down her body and shoved her jeans and panties all the way off.
Cecilia was now completely naked under him.
“Rule number two: you sleep chained to my bed every night.”

Elias spread her legs wide open with his strong hands.
He looked down at her exposed pussy with hungry eyes.
“Rule number three: you beg for every orgasm I give you.”

Cecilia felt fresh shame flood her face.
Her pussy was still wet and swollen from the first orgasm.
She hated how her body kept reacting to his touch.

Elias leaned down and bit her neck hard enough to leave a mark.
“Tell me you’re wet for your new owner, Cecilia.”
She bit her lip and stayed silent, tears slipping down her temples.

He slapped her inner thigh sharply.
“Answer me, or Jax gets another round of shocks right now.”
“I… I’m wet for you, Sir,” she whispered brokenly, voice full of guilt and fear.

Elias growled in satisfaction and unzipped his pants.
His thick, hard cock sprang free, heavy and veined.
Cecilia’s eyes widened at the size of him.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, gripping her hair tight.
“I’m going to fuck that pretty throat first.”
She hesitated for half a second and the collar gave her a sharp warning shock.

Cecilia gasped and quickly opened her lips.
Elias pushed the head of his cock past her tongue.
He slid deeper, stretching her mouth wide around his thickness.

“Good girl,” he groaned, starting to thrust slowly.
“Take it deeper. Show me how sorry you are for breaking into my house.”
Cecilia gagged as he hit the back of her throat, tears pouring down her face.

He fucked her mouth harder, holding her head in place.
The wet sounds filled the room while the screen showed the boys still suffering.
Every thrust made her feel smaller, more owned, more broken.

Elias suddenly pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop.
He flipped her over onto her stomach and yanked her hips up.
“Time to feel your owner inside that tight little pussy.”

Cecilia buried her face in the sheets, sobbing softly.
“Please be gentle, Sir. I’ve never done this with someone like you.”
Elias laughed darkly and rubbed the thick head of his cock against her soaked entrance.

“Gentle is not in my vocabulary tonight.”
He pushed forward in one powerful thrust, burying half his cock inside her.
Cecilia cried out loud as he stretched her wide open.

The pain mixed with unwanted pleasure made her dizzy.
Elias gripped her hips hard and slammed the rest of the way in.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. So perfect for breaking.”

He started fucking her deep and rough, hips slapping against her ass.
Every thrust sent waves of forced pleasure through her body.
Cecilia moaned into the sheets despite herself, shame burning hotter than ever.

“Say it,” he growled, pounding into her harder.
“Tell me who owns this pussy now.”
“You own it, Sir,” she sobbed, voice breaking with every hard stroke.

Elias reached around and rubbed her clit while he fucked her.
The pleasure built fast and unstoppable.
“Come for me again, little slave. Come while your friends scream downstairs.”

The orgasm hit her even harder than the first one.
Cecilia screamed his name as her walls clenched tight around his thick cock.
Her whole body shook violently with shameful ecstasy.

Elias kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing his own release.
With a deep groan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard inside her.
Hot pulses of his cum filled her completely, marking her as his.

He stayed inside her for long moments, breathing heavy against her neck.
His hand stroked her hair almost tenderly while she cried softly.
“That was only the beginning, little burglar.”

Elias finally pulled out and let her collapse on the bed.
He wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb.
“By the end of this week you’ll be dripping for me even while your friends bleed.”

He leaned close to her ear, voice soft but deadly.
“But if you ever try to save them or run from me…”
“I’ll make you watch them die slowly while I fuck you.”

To Be Continued…