THE STAGE CAGE

BY THE ONE
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“Are you ready?”

“Uh huh.”

With her permission granted, he moved around behind her. He untied and spread her legs, revealing his target. Unsatisfied with the position, he flopped her onto her back. Then, it happened. Intense pleasure, so powerful it was dizzying. It felt so good… never stop! Never!

A shrill alarm cut into Nicole’s dream.

No! Not yet! It’s not over yet… sooo good… oh God!!

“Aaaaaa!” Nicole cried out and sat bolt upright in bed. Her crotch hurt. And it was very wet. Pulling the sheets back revealed her pajama pants, soaked with a thick, warm liquid. She had cum in her dream, and in real life, dreaming about her sleepover with Jeremy two nights before. It was the second time it had happened.

The alarm still screamed at her, and she punched it to make it shut up. She heard the door opening and quickly flipped the covers back over her. Her brother Joe stuck his head in.

“What’s your deal? You’ve been waking up yelling like that ever since what’s-his-name was here!”

“You mean Jeremy?” she responded angrily.

“Yeah, that kid. What’s going on? It’s getting annoying.”

“Just bad dreams, that’s all.”

“They don’t sound too bad to me…”

“Get out, Joe!” Nicole ordered.

“What’s gonna make me?” he asked. He loved to antagonize his younger sister.

Nicole sighed. “I’m getting out of bed in five seconds, and I don’t have anything on.” She said. Ever since she had developed, Nicole had been able to make her older brother do anything by threatening to show herself to him, then tell all his friends that he had been looking at his naked sister.

“Well, that might explain a few things!” he called as he ducked out of the doorway.

Nicole blushed. He suspected something. She knew it.

She climbed out of bed and quickly pulled off her soaked pajamas and plunked them into her laundry basket. They landed with a little splat! Ewwww! She thought. But fortunately, she did her own wash, so she would be able to ‘destroy the evidence’ herself.

After her typical morning routine, Nicole walked out her driveway to the bus stop. The November sky was gray and foreboding and the air was cold and dead. Nicole hated winter. The cold sucked the life and energy out of everything.

“Oh well,” she said to herself as she sighted the bus coming around the corner down the road from her house. “At least I’ll get to see Jeremy!”

However, in first period, her boyfriend wasn’t there. The bell rang, and still he didn’t show up. Her depressed mood deepened, and her face showed it. Nicole’s homeroom and first period was chorus. In the adjacent room was the orchestra, from where came none other than the three drum majors, Lisa, Alice, and Heather. Nicole looked up as they entered.

Lisa and Alice were both in jeans and sweatshirts; Heather wore jeans and a buttoned up, dark gray, fuzzy coat. It was the feminine form of the coat Jeremy had. Nicole became depressed all over again, and her face darkened and her head drooped.

Heather, always good with people, came over to her and asked, “What’s wrong, Nicole? You look like you’re about ready to cry!”

“First off, I hate winter, and now Jeremy’s not here!” Nicole replied. Heather made a sympathetic sound, and her coat brushed against Nicole’s arm. The touch reminded her of Jeremy, who usually would be sitting next to her. She almost did cry. She couldn’t really explain why she was so sad, she just needed Jeremy’s support right then.

“Hey,” Heather started, “Why don’t you come with us a second? I think we have something that’ll cheer you up.”

“What is it?” Nicole asked.

“It’s, uh, a surprise! Just come with us. It’ll only take a second.”

At that moment, the choral director walked in and started to shoo Lisa out. (Alice was in the chorus; she was supposed to be there, but left with Lisa anyway) Heather put on her sweetest face and asked if Nicole could come with them. The director refused, and Heather pulled out a pass, supposedly issued by the band director. Nicole was confused, but said nothing. “Ah!” the director said, understanding something, and Nicole followed Heather out of the room.

Lisa and Alice had already disappeared, and Heather led Nicole into the auditorium through a door that opened onto the stage. The other two girls could be seen climbing a ladder on the far side of the stage.

“What’s going on?” Nicole asked, very wary now.

“Nothing! What, don’t you trust us?” Heather asked innocently.

Nicole really began to suspect something now, especially as she saw Alice coming across the stage again. “Uh, thanks, but I think I’ll pass.” Nicole said, and turned back toward the door.

“Not so fast!” Alice cried as she and Heather jumped against the door.

“What are you doing!? I need to get back to class!” Nicole cried.

“You’re fine right here.” Alice responded. She and Heather began to advance on Nicole.

“Hey!” she protested, backing away, “What’s going on!? Please just let me go back to…HELP!” The two girls had jumped at her and grabbed her, pinning her arms to her sides. “Help me! Please, somebody – uhhnn!” Alice tried to shove a sock in her mouth. Nicole shook her head violently, “Help me please! Uhhh! No! No!!!! Nnn!”

Alice had finally succeeded in gagging the struggling Nicole. “Save your breath! The walls are soundproof; it’s a stage, remember?”

Nicole did remember. The walls and doors were soundproof to keep interference out during performances. That meant sound stayed in too. Screaming was pointless.

Nicole was dragged across the stage to a kind of net hammock waiting on the floor. She was dropped onto it and Lisa, holding ropes on the landing above them, pulled the ropes like drawstrings, trapping Nicole in the hammock. Alice and Heather pushed while climbing the ladder, and Lisa pulled. The efforts hoisted the thrashing Nicole, who had spit Alice’s sock out and was now begging to be let go, up to the landing. Without letting their captive loose, the three girls began again to raise their struggling bundle up the second ladder to the door that led to the catwalk high above the stage and auditorium seats. Once there, Lisa pulled an illegally duplicated key from her pocket and opened the door.

The catwalk crisscrossed from above the stage all the way across the auditorium to the technician’s control booth. The catwalk was never supposed to be used by students, and very rarely did the music teachers and directors use it themselves, but Lisa had convinced her machine-savvy boyfriend to copy the key for them.

Everything up there on high was painted black. The catwalk was a railed path made of many segments that snaked around vents, fans, ducts, and wiring. Forgotten junk, lights, and sets, built long ago for the annual musicals, littered the walkway.

Alice groped along the wall and finally found a switch. She turned it on, and an ambient buzz emanated from the ancient lights that flickered on. Two things muffled their footsteps as the group advanced out farther onto the walkway: the layer of dust that had collected over the years, and the roar of the ventilation systems around them. With Nicole still in the hammock net, Lisa carefully lifted an old curtain off an object it was concealing. Dust flew as a cage was revealed. A cage as black as everything around it, and made of the same style of metal; it blended in perfectly. Under the curtain, no one would ever notice it. In the cage were ropes, chains, duct tape, and a straightjacket.

Nicole’s stomach flip-flopped. “Um, okay girls, nice toys, but I’m not in the mood to play right now!!” Her voice squeaked in fear.

“You don’t get a choice!” Lisa exclaimed. She looked at Heather, who had gone strangely silent. “You can go now, if you like.”

Heather looked relieved. She cast a sad look at her netted friend, said, “I’m sorry, Nicole,” and left. The truth about this was: Heather didn’t like to take part in the things the games that went on throughout the school. But, Lisa and Alice would punish her if she interfered, so she always just left.

“Take me with you Heather! Please?” The door shutting and Heather’s footsteps descending the ladder were her only answers. Nicole suddenly felt the hammock net fall off her and two pairs of arms grab her. “Hey! Let go, please!” she cried as she was dragged toward the cage.

“Oh, Nicole, not a chance. You have to meet the cage, just like Heather. Granted, you’re not a drum major, but you’re in the music program and you’re hot. You understand, right?”

“Please, guys, no!” Nicole begged. “Please!”

“Hush!” Alice commanded, tongue-kissing Nicole.

“Nnnnnnn! Mmmmmm! Llllnnnn!” Nicole squealed through the kiss. When Alice released her, Lisa had already gotten the jacket ready. They forced Nicole, through much struggling, to take off her shirt, revealing her black satin bra. They played with her breasts before forcing her into the jacket’s bonds. Nicole was afraid of not being able to move her arms. She had gone through a lighter form of arm restriction with Jeremy, but he respected her. These two didn’t. And as the last buckle was drawn tight behind her back, Nicole panicked.

“Uh, listen guys, I’m really not comfortable with this!!!” she cried, fighting the jacket.

“Too bad,” was the answer. They set Nicole on her back, then pulled her jeans off, exposing her black thong. That came off too. Her captors licked and sucked her cunt and kissed her face and mouth, Nicole’s crying (and at the same time, moaning) filling their ears. Just before she came, they stopped.

“Oh, please finish it!” Nicole begged, her vision blurry.

“That’s part of the experience!” Lisa began, “You’re so close to an orgasm, but you can’t do it! Not by yourself, anyway, and we’re not going to finish you!”

With that, they dragged Nicole, weak from her almost-orgasm but still kicking and fighting, into the cage. Alice chained the back of the jacket onto the bars of the cage while Lisa replaced Nicole’s thong on her and secured her ankles tightly to the bars with the ropes. They duct taped her mouth closed, then slammed the cage door and double-padlocked it.

“MMMM! MMMMMM!!!” Nicole cried, struggling desperately.

The pair only laughed. “Get comfy, ‘Cole. You’re going to be there awhile!” “Hmm?” Nicole asked.

Alice reached her hand through the bars and patted Nicole’s head. “We’ve

arranged a story about where you are. No one will be expecting you in school today.”

“Mmm mmm mm-mm mm mmmMMmmm!?” Nicole asked.

“Whatever that meant…” Lisa muttered. They laughed at the helpless girl again.

“Anyway,” Lisa continued, “The directors are both in on our games. That’s why you could leave chorus in the first place. We’re backed 100%. The only thing they don’t know about is our key. But anyway, everyone thinks you’re on a trip with the music department. You’re going to be in here all day! Doesn’t that sound fun!?”

Nicole despaired. All day? Like this!?

“Well, someone will be up to check on you every now and then.” Alice and Lisa waved goodbye. “Enjoy yourself! Oh wait…you’re in a straightjacket! You can’t!” Lisa flipped the black sheet over Nicole’s cage, giving the inside of the prison a twilight appearance. As they left, Alice turned the lights off, plunging the already-panicked girl into total darkness. They laughed hysterically and left, locking the door behind them.

Nicole screamed after them until she heard the stage door banging closed. She squeezed her eyes shut and cried. I knew I shouldn’t have come here! I should’ve stayed in chorus, where it was safe! Oh, what’s it matter? They would’ve gotten me some other way! Oh, please let somebody come and let me out!!! Nicole felt the panic of being totally helpless, immobilized, and utterly alone start to rise within her like boiling water. But, even as she fought the jacket with all her strength, she knew she would never be able to escape it herself. It was going to be a long day…

Long into the day, Nicole struggled and fought. She pushed and pulled the maddening straightjacket over and over, but it wouldn’t come off. It wouldn’t even loosen. As she had been forced into it, she counted ten buckles fastened behind her back. Now as she struggled, they made metallic chinks on the bars of her cage, driving her crazy as she fought her bonds in darkness.

When she finally had exhausted herself, she gave up and tried to sleep. That proved pointless; the roar of the vents around her kept her wide-awake. In despair, she screamed again through her sealed lips, and began to cry. She sobbed hard, giving great cries of desperation at every breath. The tape gag made things worse when her crying made her have to breathe more. She tried to pull in the air through her nose faster, but it just wasn’t enough. She started to get lightheaded. Calm! She screamed to herself. Calm down! You’re fine! This day can’t last forever! They’ll come for you!

She eventually convinced herself to relax a little. At least, as much as was possible. After a few more minutes, she heard the stage door open, and saw light through the sheet. “MMMMMM!!!” she screamed, “MMMMMM!!!”

Whoever was down there didn’t quicken their pace or call to ask who was there. This meant they were ‘checking up on her.’ The catwalk door opened, the lights came on, and the sheet was pulled off the cage.

Lisa stood there. Nicole’s last bit of hope died.

“Mmm?” she asked weakly.

“Well, good to see you’re still here!” Lisa said casually. “How’s your day been going?” She opened the cage door and crawled in, setting a plate with a sandwich on it beside Nicole.

“Mmm mm mm-mm-mmm MMMmm!!!” Nicole cried out. She was hungry.

“Hush! I’m not letting you out.” Lisa went on checking Nicole’s bonds. I’m going to give you your lunch. It’s about halfway through the day, and…”

“MMMM!! Mmmm-mmm MMM!!”

“Shut up, Nicole! I’m not going to say it again!”

The nerve of that girl! Nicole thought. “MMM MMM MMMMMM!!!” she shouted as loud as she could.

Lisa looked up angrily. “I said SHUT UP!!” she yelled and slapped Nicole in the face. Through the tape, it stung badly. “Mmmmmmm!” Nicole moaned in pain.

“That’s it!” Lisa exclaimed, and pulled the chains off Nicole’s jacket, pulling her away from the cage wall. One at a time, she tightened the buckles on the jacket. Really tightened them. “There! Maybe that’ll teach to some respect!”

Nicole could hardly breathe, let alone move. She gasped for air through her nose, making sucking sounds as she struggled to expand her restricted lungs.

On top of this, Lisa re-chained her to the wall, then pulled Nicole’s thong down. With her fingers, Lisa massaged Nicole’s cunt, making her captive struggle harder and harder to breathe. Again, just before Nicole came, Lisa stopped. She slapped the helpless girl again and said, “I hope you had a good breakfast, because those little episodes of disobedience just lost you your lunch!” She left the cage, rummaged through another box, and pulled out a tube and a jar. Climbing back into the cage, she inserted the tube into Nicole’s cunt. The girl moaned in pleasure, but it wasn’t enough to make her finally cum. Lisa pushed the tube in deep, then unrolled it and stuck the other end into the jar, which she duct taped to the floor of the cage. “That’s your bathroom. One time use only!”

With that, the drum major left, locking the cage, replacing the sheet and turning out the catwalk lights. Her words had reminded Nicole that she did have to go.

As Lisa had left, she had forgotten to turn off the main stage lights, and Nicole could just see the sandwich lying beside her. Ohhhh! I’m sooo hungry! She thought, her stomach growling at the sight of the food. She strained at her bonds to get to it, but it was stupidly hopeless. She would have to free herself from a straightjacket and a taped mouth. She bowed her head in despair and fell into a tormented sleep, the tube causing her significant discomfort. She dreamed of Jeremy, and how everything would be alright if her were there.

She awoke to the feeling of almost exploding. Over the time she had slept away, her bladder had been gradually filling. Now she had to go badly! Her crotch muscles were weakening from holding it in.

Finally, her body wouldn’t tolerate it. She lost control and hoped Lisa’s tube would work. It did. Nicole’s yellow waste streamed down the tube and into the jar. The jar rapidly filled and overflowed. When she had finished, finally, the jar was completely full, there was a puddle of overflow around it, and the tube had been pushed from Nicole’s cunt. At least, she thought, there was relief. However, she was also ravenous now. She needed food as badly as she had had to go to the bathroom. Her eyes drifted to the sandwich. It was so close! She could taste it! But, she couldn’t get it to her mouth.

She started to sniffle again, and eventually began to cry. She was so miserable! How much longer can this day be!!!??? She thought with an “Mmmmm!!!”

Suddenly, she heard the door open again. Oh, please don’t let it be Lisa! she cried silently.

It wasn’t. As the sheet was flipped back, Alice and Heather stood there.

“Mmmm!!” Nicole begged through sobs, “Mmm-mmmm, mmm!”

Alice unlocked her cage. “You’re time’s up, ‘Cole!” she said happily.

The feeling of relief that washed over Nicole was indescribable. She felt as if she could leap up and kiss Alice full in the face! Of course, she couldn’t.

“Now then, before we let you out, there’s one more thing we have to do.”

Nicole’s heart filled with dread again as Lisa ascended the ladder to the catwalk.

“Mm?” she asked, terrified.

Lisa turned to Heather, “Nicole needs a little help with something, Heather,” she began, “She needs to cum before we let her out. You’re up!”

Heather’s face paled. “No, please, don’t make me do that!” she pleaded.

“Heather!” Lisa growled, “Do you want to go through another day up here?”

“NO! No, no, please!” Heather shrank back, “I’ll do it.”

“Good girl!” Lisa smiled, “Okay, clothes off!”

Heather obeyed quickly and quietly.

“Now get in there and do a friend a favor!”

Heather reluctantly crawled into the cage. Lisa took the jar of Nicole’s piss, then slammed the door shut and locked it. Heather whirled around, “Hey! Don’t lock me in too!”

“You’re in there until you both cum!” Lisa shouted, “Now get to it or else! You don’t want us angry with you, little Heather!” the older girl snarled.

“Lise, calm down,” Alice said, “She’s going! She’s just shy, that’s all!”

Lisa just growled again and settled in to watch the show.

“Go on, Heather,” Alice said, comfortingly, “You’re okay. Just get both of you to cum, and everything will be fine.

Heather glanced at Lisa, and cringed at the glare the other girl was giving her. She quickly crawled over to Nicole.

“Uh, hey Nicole.” Heather said awkwardly, remembering she was totally exposed.

“Mmm, Mm-mm.” Nicole responded.

“Okay…uh…I guess we should do this, then?”

Nicole nodded. “Mm-hm.”

“Come on!” Lisa yelled.

“Chill, Lisa!” Alice responded. She moved over and put her arm around her friend. “Just let them do their thing!” To Heather, she coaxed, “Go on!”

Heather and Nicole stared at each other. “You have beautiful eyes,” Heather said. “And an awesome body. Let me get you out of this.” She freed Nicole from the jacket, chains, and tape. The girl gave an enormous stretch, then fell into Heather’s arms. “Oh, thank you!” she gasped, “Thank you so much!!”

“Enough of this!” Lisa muttered, shook Alice off her, and poured the jar of piss all over Heather and Nicole, both of whom squealed and tried to get away. “CUM!!” Lisa bellowed. “I’m getting impatient!!!” Alice just left her alone this time.

“Yes, Lisa! I’m sorry!” Heather whimpered, crawling on top of Nicole and pinning her down. “Get ready!” she whispered, and drove her fingers into Nicole’s cunt.

“Aaaaaa!” Nicole cried out. It didn’t take much. Before she knew it, her cum was coating the cage floor, and Heather.

“Now it’s your turn, Heather.” Alice instructed.

“What do I do!?” Nicole whispered frantically, seeing Lisa’s eyes narrowing.

“Climb on top of me. Hold me down.” Heather guided. Nicole obeyed.

“Now stick you fingers in me and massage, in and out.”

Nicole did as Heather said, trying not to stare at Heather’s exposed chest. Heather acted as if she was being held down a lot more than she really was. Nicole pushed in and pulled out over and over, her own piss still running off both girls’ bodies. Finally, Heather came with a dramatic convulsion and cry, hopefully satisfying Lisa. Her cum flowed out to join with Nicole’s.

When this had been done, Lisa unlocked the cage door and let Nicole and Heather clean themselves up. When both were dressed and normal again, they let Nicole leave. Heather followed her.

Alice saw Lisa looking at her strangely. “What’s up, Lisa?”

“Even though we’re in the same grade, we’re not in the same rank! At least not in this system! You need to learn a little lesson!” She advanced on her friend…

Heather caught Nicole before she went out the door. “Nicole! Please, you can’t tell anyone about this!! Please!” “Why not?” Nicole almost yelled.

“Because so many are involved! We would all be expelled!!! Please, for my sake, don’t tell! If your parents ask, you were at a vocal music workshop in the city! Please!!!” she fell on her knees and begged Nicole.

“Alright, fine! But only for your sake!” Nicole responded.

“Thank you so much!” Heather embraced her friend. “I’m really sorry about today! Can you ever forgive me?”

Nicole smiled. “Sure, Heather. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye!” Heather said, relieved.

As Nicole left, Lisa came up behind Heather. Her voice startled the girl, “I told you that it wasn’t wise to get us angry with you!”

“What?” Heather replied. “Where’s Alice?”

“Never mind! You worry about yourself!” Lisa shouted. “I warned you, I warned you! But still, you disobeyed me! A new drum major’s life isn’t about cuddly coaxing like Alice gives. You listen to me too, young lady, and tonight, you didn’t!”

“Please, Lisa, I’m sorry!” Heather begged desperately.

“Too late! I don’t accept ‘sorry’ without some cum to make it go down easier!”

“No! Please!” Heather cried as Lisa grabbed her around the neck and dragged her back to the stage. The older girl forced the struggling sophomore back up the ladders and onto the catwalk, where she saw Alice locked in the cage, her hands cuffed outside the bars and a piece of tape over her mouth.

“Alice!” she cried out as Lisa easily manipulated her out of her shirt and into the straightjacket. Lisa pulled the buckles so tight that the breath was forced from Heather’s lungs.

“Please, Lisa, I can’t breathe!” Heather cried franticly as her pants were pulled off. “Lisa, please!”

Lisa slapped Heather hard on the face. “You will call me ‘Mistress’ until I say otherwise!” she screamed.

After forcing Heather into the cage, Lisa chained the jacketed girl into Alice’s lap by running the chain through the buckles on the jacket and around Alice’s waist and through her thong. Then, she duct-taped Alice’s left leg to Heather’s left, and Alice’s right leg to Heather’s right. She tore the tape off Alice’s mouth, tongue-kissed both her prisoners, and left, saying she’d be back in the morning and the two girls’ parents wouldn’t be worrying about them after Lisa got done coming up with excuses. It wouldn’t matter, though. Heather’s parents were out of town for a day, and wouldn’t be back until the next afternoon. They’d never know.

In the total darkness after Lisa left, Alice tried to comfort Heather, who was whimpering and crying in fear. She kissed the younger girl’s hair and whispered in her ear that everything would be alright. But she knew in her heart that everything wouldn’t be alright…especially after Lisa returned the next morning…

Continued in “Alice and Heather’s Long Night.” Rreviews and comments appreciated.