Jan's Cage
By A.J. Brown
Jan taunts a guy from inside a cage 


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"That Jan is hot, man," Kyle said to Duane.

"Nah," Duane said trying to blow it off. "She's got a huge ass."

"What'd you say?"

Duane was startled and turned his head to see that Jan was the one that said
that. There was plenty of animosity going on between the two of them since she
bad-mouthed him to her friend Stacie that he was trying to get with and blew
it for him. Stacie had always told him that Jan was 'curiously strong' and
even though Stacie and Jan were friends, Stacie had said that she was afraid
of her. Duane was quite a bit older than Jan and Stacie as he was
29-years-old, Jan had just recently turned 21, and Stacie was just a few
months older than Jan.

Now Jan stood there, almost as tall as Duane, wearing a tank top that showed
off her huge boobs, her broad shoulders, and her arms that were bigger than
most girls'. She wore a tight pair of jeans that showed off her ass. Duane
wasn't lying that it was big. She had never intimidated him before but the way
she was looking at him right then intimidated him a bit.

"I wasn't talking to you," Duane said and he turned away from her.

He felt her shove him and it was a hard shove. He lost his balance and a few
people in the crowded bar had to back away not to get knocked over. He reached
trying to grab for something but ended up falling down. He looked up at her
looking down at him, currently the one that had showed dominance over him. He
couldn't let her get away with that. He jumped to his feet and started to get
in her face. He looked pissed off but she didn't even flinch, standing her
ground. He felt a bouncer grab him roughly and then saw one grab her too.

"Both of you out of here!" the bouncer that grabbed him said angrily.

"I didn't do shit!" Duane snapped back. "She shoved me."

"You get involved in a fight and you're out of here," the bouncer said back,
not messing around.

He started pulling Duane towards the back exit while the other bouncer was
pulling Jan away but not nearly as roughly as Duane's bouncer was with him.
Some people followed wanting to see what would happen. Duane got thrown out
the back door, as did Jan. But now the two of them just stood there across
from each other without any bouncers around and the crowd of people that
followed them out of the bar had circled around them. There was going to be a
fight, there was no question about that. Jan kicked off her flip flops and
approached Duane.

"Come on, fucker," Jan said and she shoved him. "You wanna talk shit about
me?"

Duane stayed on his feet this time. He looked down at her girly bare feet and
couldn't believe he was about to fight this girl. He shoved her back. She
kicked him right in the hip. He had not been ready for that. When he figured
out they were going to fight he figured they'd be punching or wrestling, but
he wasn't prepared for that kick. The strike of her foot hitting him with the
power of her leg behind it really hurt. He almost felt like it was unfair.

He looked at her with her fists up, ready to fight more. He tried to punch her
in the face but she had her arms ready like she saw it coming a mile away and
she used both of her arms to protect herself from getting punched. Her arms
felt strong and even the impact from her block hurt his arm.

She threw a kick right up between his legs. It just barely missed his balls
and ended up just hitting his upper thigh but it still hurt and it slowed him
down. He couldn't help but grab at that area. She grabbed his shirt by both of
the shoulders and pulled her knee right into his ribs. Her leg was not only a
lot thicker than his was but my harder. It felt like she cracked his ribs and
then he felt afraid when he tried to take a breath in but couldn't.

She put him in a headlock and pulled his head right into her side. All he
could think about was how unfair this was. Her body was thicker and harder
than his and he was quickly figuring out that he didn't stand a chance against
her. And she was the one that shoved him first, he wasn't even talking to her.
It was so unfair and it upset him.

He tried to pull her arm off of him but her arm felt so strong as he pulled on
it and he couldn't even get it to budge. Her fist came in and punched him in
the forehead. Her fist was girly and the punch felt like a picnic compared to
the kicks. But her arm was tightening around his neck and that was definitely
hurting.

Her fist came in again, this time punching the bridge of the nose, and that
one hurt, causing his eyes to water up. He tried to pull her legs out from
under her but he couldn't even come close to getting them to move. In the
meantime he took more punches in the face from her. He was able to block some
of them and some hit him in places that didn't hurt so badly, but the good
ones that hit him in the nose and mouth really sucked, and the punches just
kept coming in.

He had been trying to pull his head free and he let out a loud grunt as he
made a little progress. As he felt like he was close to pulling free, Jan
moved with him. He lost his balance and she did as well. He landed on his back
and the side of her strong body fell on top of him, shaking him up.

He tried to get up and she pushed her hand into his chest, able to hold him
down just by doing that. She then pushed her thigh into his ribs and just
doing that alone was making it hard for him to breathe. He pushed at her leg
first then tried to move her arm, both to no avail. He was still in shock at
how much stronger her body was than his. His body felt soft and frail compared
to hers which just felt like solid strength.

She punched him in the face a couple of more times. He was too much weaker
than her to fight back by this point and all he could do was try and fend her
off. She sat behind his head and as he tried to get up she wrapped her legs
around his head and neck in a figure-4. Then she squeezed.

This was too much for him. He was a thin guy, he stood at 5'9, and only
weighed 155 pounds, so those thick, rock-solid legs of hers squeezing his neck
felt like she could pop his head right off if she wanted to. He couldn't even
move her legs and everyone was watching, no one helping. While he was
struggling with all of his might, she just sat comfortably. She punched him in
the face a couple of times. Having to endure this and not being able to do
anything about it made him think again about how unfair this was to him. He
started crying as she punched him more. He couldn't believe he was enduring
this kind of humiliation in front of all of these people.

"Hey!" a bouncer who came out the back door yelled. "All of you, get out of
here!"

Jan quickly let go of him, jumped up, slipped her flip flops back on, and ran
away. The rest of the crowd was quick to scatter away as well. Duane remained
on the ground. He was too upset from getting beaten up and he figured the
bouncer would realize that and give him a break.

"I said GET UP!" the bouncer yelled at him. "You want me to keep you here and
then call the cops??"

Duane wasn't getting any sympathy from anyone. People in the bar community
sure were cruel. He jumped to his feet out of fear but really could feel the
pain in all of the spots that Jan had beaten him. He moved as fast as he could
but still got yelled at by the bouncer to hurry it up, as he was limping a bit
from the kick to the hip.

Duane walked into his house that he lived alone in, sat down on the couch, and
started to bawl. His body ached worse than it probably ever had from the
beating Jan had given him but the mental beating he had taken was what really
was bothering him. He was really upset thinking about how helpless he felt as
Jan was able to beat on him badly no matter how hard he tried to stop her. He
could still feel how much stronger her body felt than his as he tried to fight
against her and how badly she was able to hurt him with those kicks.

He looked over at the dog cage that was in his living room. His Great Dane,
Ollie, was only 5 years old when he got hit by a car and died. Ollie had been
Duane's best bud. Whenever Duane was having a bad day, Ollie knew it and he'd
come right up and cuddle with him to make him feel better. Duane really could
have used Ollie's company right then.

Duane walked over to the dog cage. He had cleaned it out with bleach and left
it in his living room as a memory of Ollie. It made him sad to look at but it
also made him feel like Ollie was still there with him in spirit. He got down
on his knees and looked inside of it. He found himself wondering what it would
be like to be locked inside of a dog cage. He crawled inside of it. It was
tight for him in there but he was able to fit in it. He pulled the door shut
as much as he could. He had never realized it before but he stuck his fingers
through the cage and discovered that had he been locked in this cage he
wouldn't be able to push the levers he needed to from the outside to open the
cage because there wasn't enough space between the little bars. He never
thought about the fact that not even a human could get out of this cage if
locked in. That thought gave him the creeps and he quickly got out. He took a
shower and went to bed.

He didn't go out for a couple of weeks after getting beat up by Jan. He just
wasn't in the mood. But once some time had passed he felt the desire to go out
and try and meet some women again. He still didn't feel like calling anyone so
he went out by himself the first time.

There was a street just a few blocks from his house that had a few bars at it
that he could walk to. He elected that option. There was a club on the street
that looked like it was pretty busy and even had a bit of a line to get in. He
figured that would be a good one to start at. He walked by the front of the
building. The line was at the other end of it.

"Hey bro," he heard a guy say.

Leaning against the outside wall was a short, stocky guy wearing a black
baseball cap. The brim of the hat was down over his eyes and the rest of his
face was covered in scruff so Duane could barely see the guy's face. They guy
had a black t-shirt on and had a big looking chest as well as big arms and
shoulders. He wore baggy jeans and black boots.

"Wanna get laid tonight, bro?" the guy said somewhat quietly to Duane.

Duane understood this guy wanted him to come closer. He had Duane's attention.
Duane figured the guy was some sort of pimp. He had never considered getting a
prostitute before. But if he went into that club by himself with the cover
charge, the drinks he bought for himself, and any drinks he was trying to buy
for girls that he was trying to court, he figured he'd spend close to sixty
bucks, and probably still go home alone. Even if he had to pay this guy three
time that for a girl, at least it was a sure thing. He'd gladly give up going
out the next two times he may have for that to breakeven.

"Maybe," Duane said trying to play it cool. "You got some girls?"

"Nah, I don't need to have girls. Plenty right in there." He pointed to the
wall behind him with his thumb. "But I got something that'll give you your
pick of any one of them in there. Check it out." The guy discreetly reached
into his pocket and pulled out a plastic bag full of pills. He held it next to
his jeans pocket discreetly so only Duane could see. The guy had a charming
smile on his face.

"What are those? Roofies?"

"Some people call 'em that. I don't like that term. I just call 'em fun. Look
at all those girls walking in there the way they're dressed. They all wanna
get laid. They're not coming out here just to dress up like that and dance.
They get nervous, though. This just calms 'em down. They still know what
they're doin'. No different than the drinks they're having in there, just got
a bit more kick to speed everything up."

"I could get in deep shit for that."

"How's anyone gonna find out? Just don't get caught giving it to 'em and
you're good."

"When they wake up the next day and don't remember anything they'll know."

"They do that all the time when they're drinking. You know how many girls in
there are gonna go home with some guy then not remember what happened the next
day?"

"They can test for it."

"I sell this shit all the time. It'll be out of their system before they get
out of bed. I wouldn't still have a job otherwise." The guy gave Duane the
creeps. He felt guilty just for standing there listening to his sales pitch on
how to drug a girl and rape her. He hoped no one saw them talking.

"No thanks," Duane said and he quickly started to walk away.

Duane looked over to the club entrance and he saw Jan walking in there with
some of her friends. Jan had a big smile on her face. She had probably gone
out and had fun plenty of times since she beaten him up while he had been
staying home because of the humiliation. He was planning to go in that club
but now he had to decide if he wanted to walk in and risk getting beaten up
again, or have to go somewhere else because he was afraid of her. Jan now had
that power over him.

But then he thought about how he could quickly get the power over her. He
wouldn't sexually assault her or anything. But what if he were to slip her one
of those roofies? He could go in there and watch her make a complete ass of
herself and be humiliated the way he had been humiliated. Or if the two of
them ended up in another fight he'd definitely be able to beat her if she was
roofied up. The Dealer might not be there much longer. Duane had to make a
decision quick. He thought about Jan beating him up out in the parking lot.
Thinking about that made the decision easier.

"How much for one?" Duane asked The Dealer.

"Ah found one you like, eh? Some hotties out tonight, aren't there?" Duane
started getting nervous again and was getting close to changing his mind.

"How much for one?"

"Only one? Thirty bucks."

"Thirty bucks for one pill? You serious?" The Dealer looked a bit annoyed for
the first time.

"If you bought in bulk I could get you a better deal. But you're spending my
time to buy just one pill? Part of that cost is just the time I've spent
talking to you when I could be finding better customers. You thought I was a
pimp at first. A hooker'd cost ya a shitload more than thirty bucks. I'm
giving you a deal." Duane knew if he refused again there was no way he was
getting anything. He thought about having to walk into that club watching Jan
enjoy herself with her friends while he was by himself, and having to be
afraid of her all night.

"Alright fine," Duane said.

"Smart move. You're gettin' laid tonight, brotha. Good work. Make sure you
find me next time too."

The Dealer pulled out his bag of pills then pulled out a smaller bag, and put
one of the pills in there. He handed it to Duane as Duane handed him the
money. Duane looked down at the pill. He looked over to the line and saw Jan
had already gone inside. He looked back up and The Dealer was already gone. A
nervous Duane put the pill in his pocket.

The inside of the club was packed. Jan's face was easy for Duane to pick out
so he quickly spotted where she was. He'd never forget the way her pretty eyes
looked at him when she had beaten him up. He watched Jan paying attention to
her friends and not too much to what was going on around her. He watched a
couple of guys walk up and hit on her. She definitely didn't notice him.

He worked his way closer to her, sliding through the crowd, and no one
noticing him even when he brushed against them. She was acting very casually,
her drink down at her side, just wanting to be part of the action talking to
her friends, and not paying attention to anything going on around her. He was
able to casually walk right up next to her without her noticing, pop the pill
in her drink, and then scoot away. He didn't look at first but then turned his
head and watched her take a drink from her cup. There was no turning back now.

He got far enough away from her and then started watching her from a distance.
He had no idea how long it was going to take to kick in. He sat there watching
her for a while and he didn't notice any change in her behavior, even though
he could see that most of her drink was gone so she had to have ingested most,
if not all of it. He wondered if the guy had just sold him an ibuprofen or
something. He may as well have, Duane wouldn't have known the difference and
it wasn't like there was anything he could do about it even if he was able to
find the guy.

Duane watched Jan take a big gulp out of her drink to finish it. She put her
hand on her friend's shoulder with a goofy smile on her face and now she
looked a bit tipsy if nothing else. She turned her back to her friend then
started walking over towards the bar. She definitely looked a bit clumsy.
Something was happening.

He decided he'd go follow her to check out the scene. If she was going to go
up to the bar and make a fool of herself he wanted a close-up view to get his
thirty dollars-worth. If she was messed up enough she may not even recognize
him. If she did recognize him she'd probably try to pick on him and start
another fight with him. Based on how clumsy she looked, he was confident he
could beat her. That would make it all perfect.

He had to push his way through some people to get close enough to her and this
time he ended up getting a couple of dirty looks. He ended up right next to
her, probably a bit closer than he wanted to be. She was trying to get the
bartender's attention with her money but so were about a dozen others and she
wasn't getting noticed. She looked confused - one moment she was trying to
flag him down, the next moment she looked like she didn't know where she was.
Duane began to wonder if he shouldn't have done this. She then turned and
looked at him. They made eye-contact. She definitely looked messed up and had
only had one drink since she had been in there. She looked like she was
working hard to process who he was.

"Duane!" she said like they were good friends and she put her hand on his
shoulder. 'What's up!"

"Oh hey," he said, thrown off by her friendliness that she had never given him
before.

"Man last time I saw you we got in some trouble, huh? Ha-ha. Bet those
bouncers aren't gonna let us in there anytime soon."

"Yeah, I guess not."

"What you drinking, man? You don't even have a drink. I got you. What do you
want?" Her words seemed to be getting a bit more slurred the more she spoke.

"I'll take a Blue Moon."

"Blue Moon. Fuck yeah, I love Blue Moon too. Hey Mr. Bartender - two Blue
Moons over here!"

Her loudness got the bartenders attention. He handed her the two pint glasses
as Jan paid for them with cash. Duane didn't take his eyes off the glasses
making sure that Jan didn't have a chance to tamper with them, though the
state she was in she didn't look like she could pull that off. She swung her
arm over in Duane's direction to hand him in the beer and about a quarter of
it flew out and spilled on some dorky looking guy sitting down at the bar. The
guy turned around and looked annoyed but looked too shy to say anything.

"Cheers dude," Jan said as she clunk glasses with Duane and they both took a
drink. "You know, man. You are pretty cute. I mean, I'm sorry things didn't
work out with you and Stacie. I didn't really put any good words for you so
that probably didn't help. You don't want to be with her anyway, though. Trust
me, she's a mess." Jan then tipped her glass back and started chugging it,
drinking about half of the beer before stopping.

"This club sucks," she said into the air but then looked him in the eyes and
brought her face close to him like she was going to kiss him. "You wanna go
back to your place?" He was completely thrown off.

"Uh - just you and me?"

"Well yeah, man. I give an awesome blowjob. Lemme show you how good I am at
it. We can just sneak out before my friends see me and try and get me to stay.
It'll make your night, man, I promise. I am goooooood."

She put her strong arm around his shoulder and grabbed the back of his neck
tightly with her hand. She brought her face closer, again, looking like she
was going to kiss him but she didn't. Duane wondered if this could be some
kind of setup but then he looked into her eyes that looked like they were
about to roll back in her head. The drug that the guy sold her was definitely
real and definitely working. She barely knew where she was and she definitely
wasn't conspiring any plan against him.

He thought about her offer. If her blowjobs were as good as she said, he
didn't want to miss out on that opportunity. He didn't live that far. If they
went now he may be able to get her to blow him and then get her back to the
bar with her friends thinking she just got drunk and lost inside the bar for a
while. Her hand tightened on the back of his neck and she was now looking at
him like she was going to throw him on the floor if she didn't do what she
wanted. Even all drugged up like this, she still intimidated him.

"Alright," he said.

She gave him a drunken-looking smile, tipped her glass back, and chugged the
rest of her beer. She slammed the glass down on the bar. Duane took a couple
of gulps of his but had barely finished a quarter of it and he put it on the
bar. Jan took him by the hand and let him out.

"Where's your car?" she said once they were outside and now she was really
stumbling.

"I live close by. We can walk."

"Well fuckin' a, that's good. Cuz it's a nice fucking night."

They began walking home and Jan was walking all over the place. He had to grab
her a couple of times to make sure she didn't walk out in the road and she
just laughed. The more they walked the more he wondered if she even knew what
was going on anymore or if she realized where they were going. He got worried
that someone might stop them and ask what was going on, though he figured he
could just say she was drunk and he was trying to get her home safely. If
something happened where this got broken up and he didn't get his blowjob,
he'd get over it.

"Whoa," she said, speaking for the first time since they had first walked out
of the bar once they got in his house. "Where are we?" She looked around like
she had forgotten where she was going. She looked like she could fall at any
point.

"We're here," he said. She looked at him, looking like he startled her. She
threw her expensive-looking purse down on his couch.

"Hey," she said and she pointed both of her index fingers at him. "You're that
dude whose ass I kicked a couple of weeks ago. Ha-ha-ha."

Her speech was so slurred he could barely understand what she was saying and
probably wouldn't have if he wasn't focusing so hard since he knew she was
talking about him. He quickly felt annoyed. What was he supposed to do if she
had forgotten why they had come here? He couldn't exactly remind her. He felt
intimidated at first but looking at how fucked up she was, he told himself he
didn't have to be afraid. He spent thirty bucks so he could have this power
over her.

"Why don't you just shut up?" he said, trying to sound stern, so it pissed him
off when she just giggled at him.

"Yeah. That's you. I kicked your ass. I fucking kicked your ass."

She pointed her fingers at him moving them back and forth and she shook her
hips, dancing ridiculously. He wondered if he should try and fight her,
weighing the pros and potential cons of doing that. He looked behind her and
saw Ollie's cage. He remembered that he felt scared being in there for just a
few seconds. It was tempting.

"Here, why don't you come with me?" he said and he put his arm around her
shoulder.

"Oh really, dork?" she said and the way she was speaking to him was making it
easier for him to do this. "Come with you where? What are you gonna do, try
and kick my ass?"

"Just come on," he said.

He pushed on her shoulder to force her down on her knees, feeling that her
body was very strong, but she was currently much weaker than usual. When he
had her down on her knees he started walking her towards the dog cage, Jan
just giggling as he did. They got right up to the entrance to it and he
started to push her to go inside of it.

"This where I'm sleepin' tonight?" she said. "Puttin' me in the dog cage? Woof
woof! Ha-ha-ha!"

"Just go in," he said as he pushed on the back of her butt.

He felt her front and back pockets to make sure she didn't have her phone in
any of them. He was nervous this wasn't going to work but she was so out of it
at that point she didn't know what was going on. She crawled right in the cage
and once he saw she was all the way inside he felt a feeling of victory. He
closed the cage door and fastened it. She was his now. The bitch had messed
with the wrong guy. Now he was in control.

"This where I'm sleepin' tonight?" she said again and she sounded like she was
going to pass out at any moment.

"I'd get real comfortable in there if I were you."

She muttered something that he didn't understand. He walked over to the couch
and went through her purse. He saw her phone was in there and even though he
had checked her pockets he felt relief knowing exactly where the phone was. He
turned it off. He went back and looked inside the cage. She was already passed
out. He decided he'd go upstairs and go to bed as well. It would be fun to see
this bitch's reaction to this surprise in the morning.

"Hey!" he was woken up hearing yelling. He looked at his alarm clock. It was
8:32 AM. "Hey! What the fuck! What the fuck???"

He got out of his bed with a smile on his face. He walked down the stairs and
heard Jan yelling more questioning and cursing, as well as the cage door
rattling back and forth. He liked that sound knowing that she couldn't get
out. Even though he had tested it himself he had been a bit worried it
wouldn't work to hold her for some reason.

"Let me out of here!" she yelled as he was walking up to the cage. She had
gone in the cage with her feet and butt facing the cage door but she had
somehow turned around in there so her face was facing it. She didn't have a
whole lot of room in there and he was actually surprised she was able to do
that. "LET - ME - OUT - OF - HERE!!!" Duane bent down and looked into the cage
with a smile on his face.

"Good morning."

"What the fuck? S'that Duane? Duane, what the fuck did you do? Let me out of
this fucking cage!"

She shook on the door then punched it. He watched her try and stick her
fingers between the little bars to open it and he felt nervous. If she was
able to do that, he was done. He watched her not even get close to being able
to do it and she put her hands back in. She punched the cage and shook it some
more.

"What did you do, Duane? Huh? What did you do? You drugged me and raped me
then locked me in here, didn't you, you sonofabitch?"

"I didn't rape you, relax." The accusation made him uneasy.

"So you fucking roofied me and put me in here, that's what you did? Oh you are
so dead when I get out of here. I'm gonna rip your head off and stick it up
your ass your scrawny little bitch. Now let me out of here, now!" She was
pissing him off yelling at him like that when he was the one that was in
control. Didn't she ever learn?

"You keep acting like that I'm never going to let you out of there."

"Fuck you! Open the goddamned door! Open the goddamn, mother fucking door!"

"I think you need some time alone to calm down. I'll come back in a bit and if
you're ready to talk reasonably we can talk about why you are in there and see
if you've learned anything."

"Fuck you asshole! Where's my phone. Give me my fucking phone!"

He walked out of the room as she screamed and banged plenty more, all of the
noise starting to stress him out. The first thing he did was walk outside to
make sure she couldn't be heard. He figured she'd flip out but thought once
she realized that he wasn't messing around she'd wise up a bit and cooperate.
He got outside and even just being a few feet from his own house he couldn't
hear her. He had to stand up right next to the wall to hear her and even that
sounded muffled. The houses on his street were far apart enough where there
wasn't a chance she was heard. That made him feel better as he went back
inside.

She was still yelling and banging, punching at the sides of the cage as well.
She was really getting on his nerves still thinking that she could just yell
and he'd give in. He walked in the living room to look at her phone and double
check that it was off. As she screamed some more he left the room to make
himself some breakfast. She made noise while he ate. He did some work around
the house while she made more noise and he avoided the living room. Her noise
was making him uncomfortable. Finally she started to quiet down. He made sure
she was silent for a while before going in the room.

"Ready to stay calm now?" he said to her. "Maybe if you can explain to me why
you ended up here we can talk about when we'll get you out."

"How are you going to get me out, by the way?" she said.

"Well dummy. It's really easy to open that door from my side. All I need to do
is push the levers down. So I can do that whenever I want but first I'm going
to ask you some questions."

"And when you easily open that door I'm going to come out of here and kick the
ever living shit out of you. The time I beat you up at the bar will be a
picnic compared to what I'm going to do to you. There's going to be broken
bones. Missing teeth. And lots of blood."

"Your threats aren't going to get you out of there any faster. Keep it up and
see how long you end up in there. I don't have to let you out of there until I
want to. You're forgetting who's in charge here."

"Yeah boss? So how long you think you can keep me here for? I go to college
and have a lot of friends on campus. Have dinner with the same girls every
night. We never eat without calling the rest. Around dinner time they are
going to notice I'm missing if they haven't already. Bet ya if you turn my
phone on you'll see some texts asking where I am. I don't remember anything
after I first got to the bar last night so was probably pretty early when you
took off with me. Before midnight I'll have been missing 24 hours and then the
police can come looking for me. I'm sure a few people spotted us together. You
let me go now you get beaten badly but it's your word against mine that you
did this. Cops find me and you're looking at - I gotta think 15 - 20 years for
kidnapping, right?"

He felt like he was going to lose his breakfast. He hadn't thought about all
of this. He got so caught in the moment just wanting to humiliate her when The
Dealer offered him the drugs. He got caught in the moment wanting the blowjob.
He got caught in the moment trying to get revenge by putting her in the cage.
15 - 20 years in jail all for that. But being alone in this house with her
knowing how badly she was going to beat him was almost as terrifying.

"Maybe you can find a friend of yours to protect you and you can let me out,"
she said. "Know anyone you can trust that won't turn you in for kidnapping me?
Know anyone that would want to be an accomplice to that?" She didn't laugh and
Duane couldn't see her face but he could tell from the way that she was
talking that she had a big grin on it.

"You're still in that cage. You really want to mess with me like that? Maybe
I'll just leave you in there and take my chances. It would be in your best
interest to try and cooperate rather than try and scare me."

"I don't know. I'm getting kind of comfortable in here. I mean, I gotta go to
the bathroom and I'm thirsty. Bet I could hold out on those things for a day
though if I had to. Shouldn't take much longer than that for the police to
find me here. I'm not hungry at all, actually. Normally the morning after
drinking I need a big fucking juicy omelet but not even craving that at all
today. Might lose some weight with this drug you gave me."

She was the one inside of the cage and she was still taunting him. She was
freaking him out the more she talked so he ran out of the room into his
kitchen. He looked at the clock to see it was almost noon already and suddenly
he found himself in a situation where he needed to figure this out quickly.

He had to think. He went upstairs to get changed into shorts and a t-shirt. He
went for a long run as he tried to get his thoughts together so he could think
of a plan. He found his mind drifting as not being able to come up with a good
way to get her out of there just scared him so his mind just wanted to think
about other things.

Time kept passing. He wasn't much of a runner but before he knew it he had run
four miles and it was almost one o'clock. He didn't have any great idea but he
came up with one and he was going to have to try it. He went back into his
living room, Jan still sitting calmly in the cage.

He grabbed the handle on the top of the cage and tried to lift it up. He
should be able to get the cage in the car without anyone thinking anything
looked suspicious, probably without anyone noticing at all. If she started
screaming that would be a problem but if he moved quickly enough then no one
should notice. The problem was that he couldn't even get the cage an inch off
the ground and even when he tried to drag it, he wasn't able to make any kind
of progress to make it feasible to get it all of the way out of the house and
into his car.

"Can't move me?" she said. "This big ass of mine that you were making fun of
must be causing a problem for you now, huh?"

He pulled on it some more and it took way too much energy to even pull the
cage a couple of inches. He'd break down before he even came close to getting
it outside and even if he did somehow manage to do it he realized there was no
change he'd be able to get the cage off of the ground to get it in his car.

He gave up and walked out of the room, not wanting to give her any more
satisfaction of seeing him tired out, as he sat on a chair just trying to
catch his breath. He had hurt his back a little too which wouldn't help
matters if he did risk trying just to let her out. He looked at the clock. It
was almost two now. Where was the time going? He felt more panic as the time
he needed to formulate a plan was passing but he wasn't getting any closer to
making one. He looked around. What could he do? He looked over in the drawers.
There were sharp kitchen knives in one of the drawers. How tough would she be
if he walked into that room with a knife?

Did he have the guts to do that though? It was a bold move. His back was still
hurting him a bit. But if he could scare her with the knife that should be
enough. Could he scare her? He should be able to. Any person locked up in a
cage should be scared of someone standing outside of it with a knife.

He just had to build himself up to seem serious enough. He went outside and
took a quick walk around his block. He knew he had to do this but it gave him
anxiety just thinking about it. Time was passing but he had to do this right.
Before he knew it, it was close to three o'clock. He couldn't waste any more
time.

He went back inside and his back was feeling better so that was good. He
walked over to the drawer. There was one knife in there that was a bit bigger
than the rest of them. He chose that one. Once the knife was in his hand, all
of the ways this could backfire started to pop in his head. He had never felt
so much anxiety. He walked back into the living room. He bent down in front of
the cage and held the knife so she could see it.

"Gonna cut me open?" she said, not the least bit afraid. She was nuts. Or he
was just the least intimidating guy out there.

"I think you've been in there long enough. You better not fuck with me again.
I'm gonna open that door now. You're gonna get out and you have ten seconds to
get your stuff and get out of my house."

"Wow, you're letting me out easily. Thought you'd try and torture me or
something or at least chew me out for hours about what a bitch I am. All you
did was let me chill here for a while and get over this roofie hangover and
now you're already letting me out? Was that worth risking going to jail over?"

"All I need to know is that if I open that door there you aren't going to try
and start any trouble. Just trying to make this very easy for the both of us."

"Well I will tell you that if you open that door with that knife in your hand,
that I'm going to take it from you and stick it right up your ass. If you
decide you want to call the cops about it we can both tell them the story of
why it happened to you. If you do manage to stab me, which I doubt you're
strong enough to do before I get it from you, you can add attempted murder to
kidnapping me and now you're getting that much closer to a life sentence. But
I'm pretty sure I'll take that thing out of your hands long before that
happens."

"You bitch! Why do you insist on making this such a pain in the ass for both
of us?"

He waited for her to respond but she said nothing. He stood up and kicked the
door to the cage. The whole cage rattled but that still didn't get a reaction
out of her. He stormed out of the room, put the knife back in the drawer, and
slammed it shut. His two ideas failed miserably and he wasn't sure if he had
any more.

He had to go for a drive. Driving was one thing that always calmed him down
when he was stressed. There was something about the peacefulness of moving
around in the car with the need to focus on the road still keeping him alert
and preventing him from drifting off.

He had the music playing at first but then turned it off. It was soothing but
it was taking him away from what he needed to focus on. He couldn't believe
how fast the time was going by and he looked at the clock to see it was almost
four. He realized he didn't feel any kind of urgency to go back. Once he went
back in that house he was going to have to face the beating of a lifetime if
he didn't want to completely ruin his life. But how badly was she going to
beat him? Would that be worse than waiting for the cops to find him? Maybe he
could wait for them to show up and come up with his own story. Maybe he could
go home, call them, say she broke in to assault him and he managed to trap her
there. No, that wasn't a good plan. There wasn't a single fucking good plan.
She was locked in the cage and she had more control over him than ever.

As much as he knew he was going to be in trouble if he got caught by the law,
he still couldn't help but fear Jan worse, knowing that she was going to beat
him badly once she got out and take great pleasure of it. His physical wounds
would (probably) heal at some point but the mental wounds from something like
she would put him through very well may never heal.

Time passed as he feared going home to face the inevitable and it began to get
dark. He was going to have to do something. He pulled back in his driveway and
looked at the trail to the woods that was behind his house. He got an idea. It
wasn't much of an idea but he was going to have to run with it. He got out of
the car and went inside. Jan was quiet inside the cage. If she had fallen
asleep it would ruin the plan. He bent down and looked inside to see she was
awake, looking at him with a smile like she was going crazy in there.

"Getting scared yet?" she said.

"I'm letting you out now. If you hurt me it'll be my word against yours as to
what led up to it. But there will be no question that you physically assaulted
me."

"I think the evidence against you is pretty strong," she said, not hiding her
intentions. "I'll take my chances."

When he had pulled into his driveway he thought he had mentally prepared
himself for this but now that the time had come he felt fear like he never had
before and wasn't sure if he could do it. He wasn't sure he'd be any more
scared if he was about to let a rabid dog out of a cage. He could see his hand
shaking as he moved it closer to the cage door. He put his hands on the cage
levers and began pushing them down, getting up at the same time so he could
make a run for it. The second she had the opportunity, she punched the door
open which Duane had not been ready for.

He took off running. Luckily Jan was on the bigger side so she wasn't able to
get out of the cage very fast or he would have immediately been toast. He ran
out his back door not even thinking about looking back to see how close she
was. He had to get back in the woods as soon as possible so he could lose her
and then hope he could get back home while she was still out there looking for
him. If she decided just to wait at his house until he tried to go back he'd
be screwed.

He just ran back on the trail as far as he could. His adrenaline was so high
at first he didn't realize how fast he was going but that quickly caught up to
him and he felt very tired out. He looked back at the trail and saw he had ran
back a lot further than he had realized. He saw no sign of her and didn't
anticipate she'd follow him back this far. Once his mind processed that it
also processed how tired he was. He bent down and put his hands on his thighs,
breathing rapidly and wheezing. He had never run so fast in his life. He was
thinking about catching his breath when he heard something rustling in the
woods close to him then turned his head to see Jan right on top of him. She
football-tackled him to the ground.

The girl was so much stronger than he was and he didn't stand a chance. He
tried to break free but he felt her strong arms wrapped around him, much too
powerful for his weaker body to put up any kind of a fight against. The fact
that he was so out of breath took away any hope of him possibly getting in a
lucky escape to give him the shot at one more run away from her.

They wrestled around on the ground a bit and he had to lay there and endure
feeling her being stronger than him and feeling her do what she wanted with
his body while he pathetically tried to fend her off. She jacked his arm up
behind his back and pulled him to his feet. Once on his feet she jacked his
arm up more and it felt like she was going to break it. He started to whine
loudly, knowing he sounded like a bitch, but being unable to it hurt so badly.
She took her free hand and cupped his mouth with it so no noise could get out.

She then began walking him back down the trail. As she walked him along he
thought about the fact that her purse was back in his living room. If he had
thrown her purse out in the woods and told her it was out there somewhere,
maybe she would have gone to look for it as opposed to worrying about chasing
him. Unfortunately, it was now too late for that.

His arm was in a lot of pain and he felt like if he made one wrong move in the
way she didn't want him to that she'd break it right off so he had no choice
but to walk forward with her. He felt the pressure of his arm being on the
brink of breaking while he felt her feminine hand cupping his mouth and making
it so he couldn't scream and had to breathe through his nose. They walked to
the end of the trail and into his backyard. It was dark enough now where there
was next to no chance anyone would see them and she got him inside quick
enough making it even less likely. She shut the door behind them.

Still able to do whatever she want with him, she walked him over to the
kitchen sink. She plugged it up and turned the water on. She forced his head
underneath the water that she had on the coldest setting and he felt it
hitting his eyes and face and soaking up his hair. The sink was filling up and
she pulled his head away so it could fill more. She pushed his mouth against
the corner of the counter so his teeth were touching it and the corners of his
lips were pressed right up against it. It was quite uncomfortable and he was
able to watch his sink fill up.

When it filled up most of the way, Jan turned the water off and dunked his
head right in the water. It had been set on the coldest setting which made it
that much more unpleasant having her hand force his entire head under the
water so he couldn't breathe. He thought she may kill him but after twenty
seconds or so she pulled his head back up. She didn't give him much breathing
time before sticking his head under the water for another twenty seconds.

He thought that she was going to put him through more but she walked him away
from the sink, not bothering to turn it off. She walked him into the living
room and threw him over the arm of the couch. When he started to sit up she
was there and she punched him in the face. She kicked him in the stomach a
couple of times to keep him down.

He was having trouble breathing and the punch in the face had hurt him enough
that tears were coming down his face. She grabbed him by the shirt with both
hands and threw him on the floor. He landed on his side and she forced him on
his back. She got on top of him then started rubbing her crotch right in his
face. She made some noise as she did it and he couldn't tell if she was just
enjoying degrading him like this or if she was getting off. The punch and the
kicks that he had absorbed made him too afraid to try and stop her so he just
lay there and took it.

When she was done with that she sat up and sat on his chest. She looked him
down in the eyes with a look like she was thinking. The look scared him since
he knew that she couldn't be thinking of anything that was going to be good
for him. She cracked a smile that almost looked like a friendly one before she
punched him in the face again.

The girl could hit and the punch threw him off so he didn't know what was
going on for that moment. He felt her grab him and she started to drag him
along the floor. At first he just went along with it until she saw that she
was pulling him towards the cage. He started to resist but she was still able
to pull him. He became very afraid.

"Let go of me!" he yelled.

He already knew that even if he yelled at the top of his lungs, no one outside
was going to hear him. And she paid no attention to his order. He started to
fight hard to try and get away from her. She had him by the clothes and when
he started to pull away she wrapped her arms around him in a bear-hug from
behind to ensure that he didn't go anywhere.

He was terrified of ending up in that cage and he was willing to take any kind
of beating he had to from her if he at least was ultimately able to break free
from her. She was pulling on him trying to get him inside and he felt his body
rubbing against the cage. She wasn't having the easiest time trying to get him
in there but he was too weak to pull away. All of his adrenaline and
determination to get away from her wasn't enough because he was too weak.

Their struggled continued as the best he could do was hold her off as she now
had some of his body inside of the cage. The fact that her arms were wrapped
around his was making it tough for him to fight her off but it was making it
difficult for her to get him completely in there as well. She let go of him
with one arm and managed to hold him with one arm. She took her free hand and
stuck it in his pocket. He felt her hand pushing against his cock which she
didn't seem to care about. She grabbed a hold of his phone, pulled it out of
his pocket, and threw it across the room.

She let go of him with her other arm then pushed on his butt to push him in
more. He wasn't ready for it and he flopped when she pushed him in the cage.
He put his feet up on the cage door trying his best to keep her from closing
it. She pushed on the door with her hands. With the strength battle being his
arms against her legs he was able to hold her off a bit. But then she pushed
her entire body into it, managed to push his legs back, and the cage door
closed. She locked it.

He found moving his body so his head was on the side of the door wasn't as
hard as it looked. But he shook the cage door and it was definitely locked. He
tried to get his fingers out of the cage enough so he could open the door but
it was confirmed for him that there wasn't enough room to get his fingers out
to do that. He started to panic and he shook on the cage door.

"Please let me out!" he whined.

"How's it feel being locked in a cage?" she asked.

"OK, you made your point. Please let me out. I'll give you whatever you want."

"I'm in your house and you're locked up. I can already take whatever I want."

"Please let me out, OK? I am sorry for what I did. How long are you gonna
leave me in here?"

"I don't know. I'll have to think about that. But I'm hungry now and the first
thing I need to do is get something to eat. So I'm gonna go home. Maybe I'll
come back and laugh at you for being in there. Or maybe I won't come back at
all."

"I mean, you'll come back eventually, right?" he said as she turned his back
to the cage, went over and grabbed her purse, then began walking away to the
door. "You're not just gonna leave me in here. At least make an anonymous call
to 911 from a pay phone or something and tell them to come get me. You'll do
that - right?"

She walked out the door and shut it. Duane started shaking the cage door as if
that was going to do anything. He screamed a couple of times but it was
hurting his throat and he knew that no one was going to hear him. He tried a
few times to open the cage from the inside, trying to focus as much as he
could and hoping he'd figure out a way, but it just wasn't possible. So he sat
in there trapped. He could see his phone and it was even worse knowing that it
was there but he couldn't get to it.

He wondered if Jan would come back. Surely she couldn't just leave him in
there - but if there was one bitch that was crazy enough to do that, it was
her. He remembered reading the handbook at his job that stated if an employee
does not report to work for three straight days that it would be assumed that
they abandoned the job and they would lose their position. He wondered if that
happened if they would at least send someone to check on him. He wondered if
he'd ever see anyone come to let him out.

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