"IN!"

I'm shaking my head vigorously as I speak without even considering an option. I had begun to feel almost safe in this box. It hadn't occurred to me that more was coming.

"That's cold." (Says the guy keeping two women locked in his basement.)

With that Al walks over to where Emma is curled on the floor. He grabs a fist full of her short blond hair and lifts her up by it. Em seems to have learned to keep her volume down. She stumbles behind as he drags her to your cage and tosses her face first on top.

Somebody separates her hands long enough to re-secure them to the corners of my cage. Emma stares down at me pleadingly. The cage is digging into her breasts turning them as bright red as her face. I can barely make out her pale nipples. She seems on the edge of speaking but no words come out. I grip the grating underneath my ass unconsciously.

From where I'm sitting I have a clear view of everything. Al finishes wrenching Emma's jeans off. Her shoes come with them, one of which he throws to Sparky, who hasn't stopped baking the whole time. That shuts him up.
"Open for business boys!" Al slaps her exposed ass hard causing Em to grunt, then twitch violently while biting back a second reaction and a second shock.

She squeezes her eyes shut. I want to reach out to her, but I'm frozen in place.