Katherine's pleading was interrupted by Michael's simple use of her name. She went silent instantly, her attention entirely on him, the cage and even more so her growing understanding he could punish her when he saw fit reduce her entire world to revolving around any word he might say. Wedged naked into his little cage, his complete control over her was an obvious physical fact she couldn't ignore if she wanted to, even basic needs as simple as whether she could have a drink or go to the bathroom now completely in his hands.
From the changing angle of the bit of his shin she could see from her awkward position down at his feet, the way he went up on his toes a little, Katherine realized he was crouching down closer to her. She couldn't help rattling the cage a bit as she squirmed her shoulders a bit, enough to crane her neck and turn her head even further on her cheekbone to peek up at him with a struggling sideways glance as he crouched over her. Katherine stayed quiet as she could, hoping he would approve of how she was behaving and cancel the punishment now that she was trying so hard to show him she understood.
Michael's words said the opposite, though, calmly condemning her to a night locked in the little cage like it was a perfectly acceptable and normal thing she should have seen coming. Katherine whimpered slightly in fear and frustration at what now clearly lay in front of her even he kept talking, her eyes blinking rapidly peering up at him but successfully holding back any tears that might betray her. He wasn't going to leave her alone, he said. She nodded weakly, grateful for that at least.
He was telling her not to scream during the night and she shook her head no almost instinctively, that she wouldn't, even though she already felt so close to screaming she wasn't sure how she would hold it back if he really did close and lock the little door right in front of her face. Michael was very clear though, if she screamed she would wake him and that would upset him and he would somehow make her situation even worse -- if that was possible. Katherine couldn't handle that thought. After such a long and exhausting night, everything he had done to her, she couldn't sand any more "worse," afraid of what it would do to what remained of her spirit. She'd had enough. In her head she managed to find an unexpected little safe place she could hide in, comforting herself with the fact that if he actually locked the door shut and left her in the cage for the night, at least she would be alone for awhile, free of any more of his abuse and the humiliations he kept heaping on her. It might be awfully uncomfortably in the cramped little space with little to dwell on besides recurring memories of everything he'd done to her and the sensation of his cum slowly drying on her skin, but hopefully her utter exhaustion might let her doze off even folded up inside the little cage and let her mind escape somewhere far away from him at least for a few hours.
Sure enough, Michael closed the door door on her. She wasn't exactly ready, but sufficiently resigned to the inevitability that she didn't scream after all, just looked up at him through the little bars now right in front of her eyes as he snapped the padlock shut. Locking the door on her cage wasn't really such a big deal, she reasoned with herself. If he left the little door open all night would she somehow feel more comfortable with her face and shoulders pressing down into the hard plastic tray beneath her? Would she feel any less degraded with her bottom sticking up, certain the spread of her knees left her completely exposed for him to ogle at his leisure? Still, she trembled just a little as the locked door helped the realization sink in deep: if she lost her wits later and screamed in the darkness, she wouldn't be able to force the door open by herself and crawl out to run away into the night. Even as he placed the lock's key just inches in front of her face, there was no way she could reach it, no way she could set herself free no matter how badly she needed it. The key's presence mocked her utter dependence on him and she wished she didn't have to look at it all night.
As she stared at the key, she knew she had brought this on herself, mostly by just being too stupid and stubborn to do what she was told, to realize when she had no choice. But she also had to face the fact she hadn't used that stupid word he'd given her, lavender. She hated him even more now for having made her choose it, for allowing her three uses even. If he hadn't given her three lavender get-out-of-jail-free cards, she could spend her night in the cage wrapped in the warm, familiar comfort of knowing she was entirely the victim to his monstrous whims. But in her heart, staring at the key just out or reach, she had to face the fact he had left a key entirely within her reach the whole time and she simply hadn't reached for it. What did it mean that she had implicitly gone along with each and every degradation he inflicted on her, simply by not saying lavender? Michael knew perfectly well, didn't he? But Katherine didn't want to, wondering if she could ignore the key for a whole night and all it made her think about.
Michael announced he was getting her a bottle of water and Katherine whispered thank you to him in the smallest voice she'd ever heard from herself, feeling so strange to thank him even though he'd locked her inside the tiny cage, as if she owed him gratitude for solving a problem he himself had inflicted on her. But she hadn't used her word, so she had inflicted it on herself really, too. And what had ingratitude and stubbornness gotten her so far?
From somewhere behind her Michael pointed out if she drank, it might just make her need to pee worse, but he didn't seem to care. She gasped as he laid out her options for the night: hold it until she burst, or pee herself in the cage. Katherine stopped herself just short of whispering a thank you when he said he wouldn't punish her for peeing herself, too ashamed to respond to such a thing. She heard his footsteps in the room but couldn't see him, her eyes trapped with just a motionless view of her bars, the key, a small stretch of carpet and the lowest few feet of the wall beyond.
While she listened intently for each and every sound Michael made, the drawer opening, something taken out, her mind kept returning to the word lavender. She could still use it now, end this right here, before she had to spend 8 hours locked up like this. Why didn't she use it? Wouldn't it be worth it? Well, of course, but then again she hadn't used it when he almost choked her unconscious earlier. She hadn't used it when she was chained to his bed and gagging on his cock all the way down in her throat. She hadn't even used it to stop him from raping her, which she guessed meant technically she hadn't actually been raped even though an aching part of her felt like she had. If she used it now she would feel stupid as well as weak, left to ponder why she had put up with so much only to throw it all away now. All her suffering had been for a purpose, and she couldn't stand the thought of rendering it all meaningless and worthless with a single word. Maybe even worse, she could imagine Michael's smug, self-satisified expression if she cried out lavender now, watching her crawl out of the cage in defeat, knowing he'd gotten everything he wanted from her and brought her one step closer to surrendering the challenge as well. She hated lavender and wished he'd never made her choose it.
Michael's feet were back in front of her, crouching down again, giving her something meaningful to look at beside the floor and she stared at him desperately as he placed a bottle of water right outside her cage and stuck a straw through the bar where her lips could reach it with a little effort. Kind of like an upside down hamster bottle.
Michael stood up straight, and she missed being able to glimpse into his eyes, even that simple human contact gone, leaving her feeling like a caged animal. He just stood there, his feet on either side of her water bottle. He didn't move and Katherine's imagination filled in the gaps her eyes couldn't. She was sure he was standing over her, looking down at her naked caged body with that degrading lust she had felt all too clearly several times already, probably stroking himself again with excitement, enjoying his victory. She shivered in disgust but there wasn't a thing she could do about it. Michael could stare at her body all he wanted. It didn't even feel like that big a deal at this point after everything else he'd done to her. Let him look. At least he wasn't doing anything to her. If he would just turn out the light and leave her alone, she could be safe from his abuse for 8 whole, uncomfortable hours. It would be awful, but at least her discomfort would be purely her own, a product of her body fighting against itself to fit in the teeny cage and nothing because of him.
Katherine's ears perked up as she heard his voice one more time, some parting good night wisdom probably. From his words it sounded like he saw right through her internal struggle with whether to beg out of the cage. He pointed out the frustrating dilemma she already felt so exquisitely stabbing her in the heart: if she actually used lavender now, she would toss the entire night's effort right in the garbage. She would have suffered and sacrificed for nothing, and would probably have to listen while he laughed in triumph. Deep in her heart, Katherine needed to feel there was some value to her struggles and suffering, and she tried to remember she was doing this for girls who were probably in even worse situations than her, not that she could imagine exactly what would be worse. How much worse Michael make thing? At least Katherine knew that once he let her out of the cage she could just go back to University, to her classes for another week, building a future for herself, knowing she could just forget all about this, just deal with it now and again like some temporary thing, until finally she would win and it would be over and she could pretend for the rest of her life that it had never happened, immerse herself again in the comfortable familiarity of routine as if there were no monsters like Michael in the world who could touch her. Katherine would have a good life, a normal life, and she wanted that for all the other girls Michael victimized too, even Jess his driver and secretary and who-knew-what-else.
Michael took one small shuffling step backward, like he was adjusting his position over her just so, probably wanting to get just the right view of her ass or maybe enjoy the sight of his cum trailing wet across the small of her back and down between her butt cheeks -- well, up through her butt cheeks in this position. Whatever, let him look and then go to bed and probably jerk off thinking about all the power he had over her.
Katherine gave a huge startled jerk that made the cage rock just a little, all her bars rattling at once as something wet splashed in her hair on top of her head. Was he holding another water bottle? Slowly pouring it on her head, like some final peevish indignity? The feeling continued, something warm splattering her, starting to run down the side of her head over her cheeks, down the back of her head and neck, a little even starting to run down her forehead. Was he so petty he needed to say good night with some kind of chinese water torture kind of thing, like some last childish display of his complete control over her? Katherine sighed, trying to relax, to resign herself to the fact she would have to lie here in the cage with wet hair and probably a little puddle under her chest, to sleep with her cheek and face lying in a bit of water all night because of his pettiness, and it would probably make her colder as the night wore on, but she had to be strong.
Only it wasn't cold. It was warm, almost hot. The stream wasn't exactly dripping on her either. It was forceful, like he was spraying her head rather than just dripping on her. There was an odor as it ran down her cheeks and stung her rapidly blinking eyes. Oh no no no. "No, no Michael, ohhhhh...." Katherine let out a long moan as she realized he was relieving himself into the cage. On her. On her head. The splattering sound transmitted through her skull right to her ears, the steady stream battering the top of her head as she struggled to lift her cheek from the plastic and turn downward so none of it would splash right in her face. Michael's pee was running down her head and face and back. She could hear the steady drip drip drip as it trickled from her body to the hard plastic beneath her.
Katherine couldn't hear anything from Michael, no lecture, just the forceful splatter of his stream against the back of her head and the cages bars. And his slow, satisfied breathing, like he was enjoying himself. Her body shook with humiliation, rattling the cage, but it didn't stop him, any more than her moans and pathetic pleas. Katherine had never really watched a man peeing, and so had no idea it could just go on and on so endlessly. She could feel the hot liquid starting to pool on the plastic surface under her nipples, and struggled even harder to get her face up off the floor so her nose wasn't dipping the rapidly spreading puddle of piss. There wasn't anything she could do about her hair, though, slowly plastering wetly to her skull and shoulders and trailing across the growing lake under her face and neck on the plastic surface.
Katherine was overwhelmed by a vehement sense of self-denial that this was actually happening to her. This couldn't be. That couldn't be urine running down her cheek. It wasn't real. No, no, it wasn't real. Katherine closed her eyes and tried to avoid the intense smell of it, to breathe without her nose, careful not to accidentally get any on her lips or in her mouth. But it was everywhere and even breathing through her mouth she couldn't help smelling it, and it was impossible to ignore Michael really was peeing on her. Even breathing through her mouth it smelled like she was swimming in his toilet.
Lavender was on her lips, on the verge of saying it, on the verge of surrender. She could handle being locked in a cage for a night if she had to, had already put up with being fucked like an animal, gagging on his cock, had put up with so much. But to accept him pissing on her, it was too much. "L-l-av... L-laven..." Katherine was close to tears, so very close to giving in. But everything he'd said about using her word was still true. Giving up now would just make all the suffering she'd endured already count for nothing. If she could only ignore the vile odor, the warm caustic puddle her arms and chest were resting in, the feeling of his urine still spilling down her head and hair, maybe... maybe what? Was she ready to spend the night in this cramped cage, drenched in piss with nothing but a bottle of water and a straw and her own full bladder to keep her company?
Finally his stream slowed to a trickle, leaving Katherine sputtering a vile spray, struggling to bring herself to actually say the one word that could have stopped it earlier. She could still say it now, but it was too late she realized with growing horror. He had already peed on her to his heart's content, and she hadn't stopped him. He knew it too, didn't he. Katherine moaned miserably, the only other sound now his urine dripping from her nose and chin and ear lobes shoulders down to the puddle below her. As she took in a shuddering breath, on the verge of sobbing openly, she could smell it, the horrible smell of his piss drenching her hair, shining wetly on her face and pooling under her where it slowly dripped from her nose and chin. She heard the subtle sound of Michael shaking off a few last drops that landed on her bare shoulders and then his feet stepped back from her view, and he talked like he had just come back from the toilet in a bar after a long night drinking, sounding totally comfortable and satisfied.
He walked away from her, leaving her with nothing to look at but the bright yellow piss right in front of her face and the key just beyond her reach. The piss shimmered bright yellow against the background of the light gray plastic container, the lip on her cage's bottom tray keeping it all from running out onto Michael's carpet and making a mess that would probably annoy him. Bitterly, Katherine thought how it was somehow better she should lie in it, swim in it, sleep in it if that was even possible, rather than make the slightest mess on his carpet.
The lights went out leaving her in the dark. There was just the sound of Michael's feet moving past her to bed. She heard the sound of the bed accepting his weight and Katherine dwelled on the fact that at least he would have to deal with the wetspots on the covers where he hadn't let her finish licking up his cum. But any inconvenience or discomfort that might cause him was small consolation to Katherine, as she starting shivering miserably in the dark, crouched low in the cage, struggling to keep her face out of his piss, her hips slowly starting to sway back and forth as her bladder clamored for her attention.
Eight hours he said, telling her to get some sleep. A day ago Katherine would have snorted derisively at him, told him where to shove his advice. But he'd reminded her of tomorrow, how it would be a long day. Whatever she did to displease him now she knew he would repay in spades. She heard the soft rattle of the bars as she shifted her position the little bit she could, trying to relieve the strain in her neck of holding her head off the urine in the tray, but otherwise stayed quiet.
Time passed so slowly in the cage, just a slow steady ticking of some clock somewhere to mark the time, that and Michael's occasional tosses or turns, his soft snoring. Katherine couldn't sleep. Her knees hurt from how they pressed down into the hard plastic, her feet pulled up behind her and trapped between her body and the back of the cage. She could feel the piss pooled around them and that just made it worse. She couldn't sleep, too hard trying to breathe with her body all compressed and the smell of piss overwhelming every lungful she managed to take, just too much to let her relax.
There was nothing to fill the hours of cramped, uncomfortable, reeking darkness but the endless replays in her mind of everything he'd done to her, everything she'd tacitly accepted by failing to put a stop to it. Even now. She remembered how the stupid boots had felt, tottering around on display in Michael's fetish outfit. It had seemed like such an affront at the time. If only she could go back to that now, free of the cage and the piss and the cum drying on her skin, forced only to wear uncomfortable boots and stumble around looking pretty on his arm and keep her mouth shut. She remembered the club and that rude overbearing woman who had slapped her breasts -- at the time it had seemed just the most awful thing in the world to be slapped like that, no idea what lay ahead of her. Katherine shuddered, remembering the feeling of Michael's almost strangling her, certain he was going to kill her, then being carried up to the bed and chained to it. Even the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of her overstretched throat, the sensation of his cum splattering her tongue and lips and face, all of it came back to her, his cock driving her down into the bed as he fucked her impersonally from behind.
But as she lay shivering, covered in his piss, her hair dripping with it, barely able to keep her face held up out of it, what bothered her most was how each memory of how abusive and cruel Michael had been was always followed by thoughts of what it had felt like when he kissed her, that thrill, the feeling of hope things might somehow workout with him, some kind of connection between them. And the orgasms. Even in front of a crowded club, everyone gawking at her as he used her like a toy until she shuddered and cried out in front of everyone. Even with him taking her so brutally from behind, she hadn't been able to hold herself back from how good he made her feel. It was sick, twisted, but it played over and over in her mind as her eyelids slowly grew more weary with each passing minute -- or hour, or whatever, she couldn't really tell how much time was passing alone in the dark.
Katherine's eyes closed as a warm dream of Michael's lips and his hand spanking her like that first day filled her mind. Her head sagged and her nose dipped in the piss. She roused herself, sputtering with an awful taste on her lips, lifting her head up so fast she banged it on the top of the low cage ceiling, rattling the bars and cursing herself softly, afraid of waking Michael. Her head dipped two or three more times, each time a different degrading dream slowly beckoning her to lose herself in it, to drift off, each time jerking startled fully awake, a fresh face full of piss dripping from her chin again as her weary neck muscles struggled to hold her head off the wet plasic bottom of the cage.
She needed to pee so badly but had no idea how far away morning was. Finally it was too much for her. She whispered softly, "Michael? Michael... are you awake?" She was afraid of waking him but if he was awake already... "Michael, please, I have to..." But all she heard was his snoring, no hope he would let her out after all. What was she going to do, use the word lavender and lose everything just because she had to pee? She was lying in a cage filled with his piss. He would get a good laugh from that wouldn't he? Katherine moaned with despair and held on another minute, but she just couldn't keep it in.
Finally she felt a little bit dribble out and down her leg as she relaxed ever so slightly. She was so close to just giving in, letting her pee flow, to take just those few moments of relief like they were the only thing she had left in life for herself. But she couldn't let herself have even that, because she was afraid if she just let go the force of how bad she needed to go might end up getting her pee on Michael's carpet and of course he would blame her for that and punish her, that much was clear to her now. She was at fault for everything, no matter what he did, that's just the way it was with him. So Katherine had to let her pee out slowly, in fits and starts, a little bit at a time, careful to make sure it all dribbled down her legs and into the plastic tray he had her kneeling face down in rather than on his carpet outside the cage.
She peed so slowly, over several minutes, that she wasn't actually aware of the level of urine in the tray rising as their pee mixed together beneath her, but by the time she was done it seemed like it was that much closer to her face as she held her head up with her neck as high as she could. And the next time she dozed off again a few minutes later, when she roused herself it seemed like her cheek splashed a puddle of pee that much deeper than before.
Katherine sobbed quietly in the cage as she couldn't let herself go to sleep even though she was so tired, couldn't let her face down to the floor even though her neck was so weary, couldn't straighten her bent up limbs even though they ached so horribly, couldn't make any noise that would make him even thought she wanted to scream to be free. And even with nothing else to do but stare into the dark and lie there smelling urine everywhere, she couldn't lose herself in thought, afraid of the visions of how good Michael could make her feel even while he was abusing and humiliating her.
But some things even will power and resolve can't stop. Her face dipped into the piss a few more times, dozing ever so briefly, until finally her body just settled and relaxed, too weary to go on struggling, her face slowly settling down into the piss but so deeply asleep even that didn't wake her from dreams of Michael kissing her and choking her and fucking her and pissing on her, all in a tight loop that made her brief hours of sleep seem to pass all too quickly.
Her eyes finally fluttered open, seeing yellow right in front of her nose. She jerked fully away, her body making a splashing sound as she pulled up from the piss and rattled her cage. The room seemed lit very dimly, as if it was very early morning. Katherine shook her head slightly to get the drops of pee off her chin but not enough to shake the piss drenching her wet hair onto his carpet. She closed her eyes and tried to forget the dreams she'd been having, ordinarily such an easy thing to forget, but they lingered, making her so aware of how they left her feeling wet inside even as she kneeled so uncomfortably, her body folded up in the tiny cage with nowhere to go and nothing to do but wait for Michael to come for her. She took a tiny sip of the water from the straw, just because she could. Then she settled in for the wait, her thoughts out of control, replaying memories and added imaginings she didn't want to face but couldn't stop anymore. It was enough to make her yearn for Michael to come for her, even though she was certain it would just mean more humiliating treatment. But at least it would be him making her feel miserable, rather than doing it to herself.
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