Page 89 of Sinister Games

Another man broke free from the crowd and yanked her dress down to her waist, so her heavy breasts swayed with each thrust. The drunken smile on her face and her cries for harder told me she was enjoying it.

Two females tossed their dresses over their heads and began to kiss. Leaning their heads back and thrusting their tongues out in an exaggerated French kiss to the delight of the guests.

Soon, guests were pairing up under the dark foliage of the trees or engaging in a full group orgy among the flowers. Under my cage was a sea of discarded clothing and naked limbs.

Gripping the silken cords of my swing, I pressed my thighs in tight. I could feel my nipples swell and harden under the tight confines of the dress bodice.

Where was Richard?

Suddenly his warning of baring my ass and forcing the plug into my bottom felt less like a threat and more like a promise.

With my mask, I felt the thrill of anonymity.

Envisioning Richard pulling the cage down and climbing inside only to bend me over the swing and violently fuck me, I pressed my palm against the juncture of my thighs. My groans were swallowed in the cacophony of moans and cries below me as I allowed myself to be swept up into the sexual energy of the room.

Then, the bottom of the cage pitched downward. Looking, I expected to see Richard’s seductive smirk. Instead I saw the drunken, flushed faces of several men.

“Can birdie come out and play?” slurred one of them.

The cage then pitched to the other side.

“Here, Tweetie, Tweetie, Tweetie,” shouted another man from the other side.

Between them, they began to rock and sway my cage.

“Richard! Richard!” I screamed as the sharply tilting cage threw me off the swing. Sliding along the cage floor, I hit the hard metal bars on one side. Immediately both men and women began to claw and tear at my dress. The delicate gold overlay shredded as diamonds and emeralds pinged to the floor. My mask had fallen off, and one woman reached through the bars to snatch it up. Another woman tried to take it from her. They began to pull at each other’s hair as they tumbled to the floor, rolling on top of one another as men began to shout, “cat fight, cat fight.”

“Richard!” I screamed desperately.

Using all their weight several men managed to pull the cage off its chain. It fell violently to the floor, smashing the bars on one side. The glass floor shattered as my shoulder slammed painfully against the marble. Then the cage began to roll as the men pushed it to get to the damaged side.

With nothing to hold onto, I tumbled and rolled with the cage, my legs getting tangled in my skirts and the fallen silk cords of the swing as I was roughly tossed about while shards of glass rained down on me.

Hands reached in to yank at the weakened bars, pulling them away, till there was a large gaping hole.

A fat sweaty face thrust through the opening. “Does Polly want a cock?” he sneered, before laughing at his own joke.

Lashing out, I tried to kick at his groping hands but soon he was joined by several others. Snatching both my ankles, they began to pull. Panicking, I latched onto the remaining bars. Curling my hands into fists, I tried to hold on. My heart beating wildly, I couldn’t even summon the breath to scream.

“Richard,” I choked out weakly before my hands gave way and they yanked me free from the safety of my prison.

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Richard

“Oh, my God.”

Over the rising din of the inebriated crowd, I heard Elizabeth scream my name. Turning, I was just in time to see her cage crash to the floor.

“Jesus Christ.” My blood ran cold.

Throwing my mask and feathered cloak aside, I shoved at the swarming bodies around me, desperate to get to her.

She should have been safe. I had taken every precaution to make sure she was safe.

“Out of my way,” I roared as I threw a man to the floor and shoved another.

Elizabeth’s terrorized cries rang in my ears.

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