Becoming His Expensive Plaything (Bonus)

It had been hours since Victor locked her up.

Samantha hadn’t thought much of it at the time—just a little tease for her birthday morning. A pink metal cage, snug and tight, with a polished heart-shaped tip and a key Victor tucked into his jacket pocket. She figured it was just Victor’s way of playing with her—spending the whole day teasing her mercilessly with soft kisses, whispered filth, and wandering hands… but never letting her cum. Every brush of her silk lingerie, every click of her heels on the marble floor made her nipples pebble and her thighs clench.

By the end of the day, she was a mess. Her cage ached, her thighs were slick, and all she could think about was Victor’s cock. She needed to cum so badly she could barely think. Then finally—finally—she heard his voice calling from downstairs.

“Come down, birthday girl,” he called, smooth and teasing. “Daddy’s got a present for you.”

She scrambled to her feet and minced down in a rush, bare tits swinging, tiny skirt swishing, heels clicking against the floor with every desperate step.

Victor was waiting in the living room, casual and comfortable. But beside him stood another man. He was big. Not just tall—but the kind of big that made her lips part instinctively, her painted nails twitching at her sides. She could already see the outline in his slacks. Thick. Long. Heavy. Her cage throbbed painfully.

“There she is—my sweet birthday slut. She used to pretend she was a man, can you believe that? Now she’s tottering around in heels like a good little bimbo and she only cums when there’s a fat cock buried deep inside her.”

The man chuckled, low and amused. “Really? This little cumslut used to be a guy?”

Victor smirked and turned to her. “Go on, baby. Show him.”

She lifted her tiny skirt, just enough to reveal the soft glint of metal between her thighs. Her legs were trembling, her whole body aching with need, and a droplet of precum slid from her cage and down her thigh. She was humiliated, aching—and loving every second of it.

The man unzipped, and his huge, fat cock dropped free—Samantha whimpered. She dropped to her knees without thinking, then crawled toward him on trembling limbs, her little caged penis throbbing, her lips already parting with desperate, instinctive need.

She leaned in. Pressed her lips to the head. Soft. Careful. Worshipful. The taste hit her tongue and she moaned softly, licking him in slow circles before finally parting her lips and sliding them down around him. Her glossy mouth wrapped snug around his shaft, lips glistening as she worked him deeper, coating him with warm, wet need. He didn’t say a word. Just rested a hand on the back of her head and pushed. Gently at first.

Then harder.

Her throat stretched. She gagged once. Then again. But she didn’t stop. Didn’t want to. Her hands braced against his thighs as he fed her inch after thick inch, his cock bulging in her throat. Her cage was leaking. Helpless. She could feel it, warm drips sliding down her thighs, humiliation and need twisting together inside her until she could barely think.

Suddenly, Victor was behind her.

He didn’t say a word. Just grabbed her hips and shoved his cock deep inside her tight, needy hole in one rough thrust. Samantha screamed around the cock in her mouth, her eyes rolling back as Victor began to rail her—hard and fast. No rhythm. No teasing. Just pure, hungry use.

Each savage pump from behind made her jolt forward, driving the thick cock in her mouth deeper down her throat. Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust, slapping against her chest as she gagged, moaned, and melted in helpless bliss.

Somewhere between the gagging, the grinding, the makeup smears, her thoughts slipped—just a year ago, she’d still been Jacob. Broke. Lonely. Stupid.

And now?

This.

Her throat stretched. Her ass full. Her cage leaking helplessly.

Samantha had never gotten a better present in her life.