Caged

"Chérie. What have we here?"

Angélique emerged from the back room, and Cassia's heart sank. The alpha's emerald eyes swept over her, taking in her flushed face, her rigid posture, the unmistakable tent in her skirt. Angélique's smile widened.

"I thought that the daughter of a senator would be more refined than this chérie," Angélique said, gliding toward Cassia. "An erection in the workplace? No, no, no. This will not do."

Cassia wanted to lie, wanted to deny everything, but the evidence spoke for itself.

"You are young." Angélique circled Cassia slowly, her heels clicking against the floor. "You also very naughty it seems. I know it is not your fault though. You are new to primacy. Your body is still learning to control itself. I understand this. Truly, I do."

She stopped directly in front of Cassia, close enough that Cassia could smell that floral scent, sweet and cloying and somehow menacing. Angélique's eyes dropped to the bulge in Cassia's skirt, and her smile turned predatory.

"But understanding does not mean accepting, chérie. Erections in the workplace are unacceptable. They are unprofessional. They distract customers and create... expectations you are not quite ready for." She reached out and traced a finger along Cassia's jawline. "We cannot have this continuing. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Cassia whispered shamefully, like she was being scolded by her mothers, or one of her academy instructors.

"Good." Angélique stepped back and clapped her hands. "Dolly! Chérie, fetch the box. The small red one, from the cabinet behind the counter."

Dolly's eyes widened with what looked like realisation. "Yes, Mistress!" She scurried to the counter, disappeared behind it for a moment, and returned carrying a small red box. Her hands trembled slightly as she presented it to Angélique.

"Thank you, Dolly." Angélique took the box and opened it, revealing its contents to Cassia.

Inside, nestled on a bed of pink velvet, was a chastity cage.

Cassia stared at it, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing. The cage was made of polished metal, delicate and intricate, with a ring at the base and a cage that would enclose her cock completely. It looked like something between jewelry and a **** device.

"From now on," Angélique said, her voice light and conversational, "this will be part of your uniform. You will wear it during all your shifts at the Lady's Lance. It will prevent... unwanted distractions."

"No…" The word tore from Cassia's throat automatically.

"You agreed to follow my directions remember. You will wear the cage one way or another." Angélique's voice hardened.

Cassia gulped, she knew what the Angélique meant by ‘another’.

“Please. Anything but… that?” Cassia whined.

"I would rather you choose to cooperate than **** this upon you chérie. Cooperation is so much more... satisfying... for the both of us." Angélique stepped closer, close enough that her breasts brushed against Cassia's.

"How does it work?" Cassia’s shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Well," Angélique reached into the box and lifted the chastity cage, holding it up so the light caught its polished surface. "The first step is to fit the ring. It goes behind your testicles, around the base of your cock. But we have a problem, chérie. A rather pleasant problem, from a certain perspective."

She glanced down at Cassia's still erect cock, and her smile widened.

"Right now, you are too big for the cage."

Cassia blinked. "Huh?"

"The cage is designed for a flaccid cock, chérie. Yours is... not flaccid. We need to make you soft before we can proceed." Angélique turned to Dolly, who had been watching the exchange with wide, eager eyes. "We could wait for it to go down naturally… but time is money. Dolly. You know what to do."

Dolly's painted face lit up with delight. "Yes, Mistress!"

She dropped to her knees in front of Cassia, her frilly pink dress pooling around her on the floor, and reached for the waistband of Cassia's bloomers.

"Wait Dol-" Cassia started, but her protest died as Dolly's small hands tugged the silk down, exposing her hard, throbbing cock. The cool air hit her sensitive flesh, and she gasped.

"Pretty," Dolly murmured, her enormous eyes fixed on Cassia's erection. "Mistress Cassia has a very pretty cock."

"Dolly," Angélique said, her voice carrying a note of warning. "Focus please."

"Yes, Mistress." Dolly leaned forward, her painted lips parting, and took Cassia's cock into her mouth.

Cassia's world exploded. Dolly's mouth was hot and wet and impossibly skilled, her tongue lapping at the underside of her head, her lips creating a tight seal that seemed to pull pleasure from deep within Cassia's core. The beta's hands gripped Cassia's hips, steadying herself as she began to bob her head, taking more of Cassia's length with each stroke.

"Oh goddess," Cassia breathed, her knees weakening. "Oh goddess, oh goddess, oh-"

"Stand still, chérie." Angélique's voice came from somewhere to her left, calm and clinical. "Let Dolly do her work. The sooner you are soft, the sooner this will be over."

Cassia tried to obey, tried to stand still, but her body had other ideas. Her hips thrust forward of their own accord, pushing her cock deeper into Dolly's throat. The beta made a small, pleased sound and took her deeper still, her nose pressing against Cassia's pubic bone.

"Good Dolly," Angélique murmured. "So eager. So willing. You love this, don't you? You love having a cock in your mouth."

Dolly's response was muffled, but her enthusiastic nod was unmistakable. She pulled back slightly, her tongue swirling around the head of Cassia's cock, and Cassia felt her orgasm building like a wave about to crash.

"I'm going to- " she started, but the words dissolved into a moan as Dolly's mouth descended again, faster now, more urgent. The beta's hands had moved from Cassia's hips to her buttocks, pulling her closer, taking her deeper.

"Let it happen, chérie," Angélique said. "Do not fight it. Cum for Dolly. She wants to taste you."

The permission was all Cassia needed. Her orgasm crashed over her, violent and overwhelming, and she spilled her seed into Dolly's waiting mouth. The beta swallowed greedily, her throat working around Cassia's cock, drawing out every drop.

Cassia's legs gave out, and she would have fallen if Angélique hadn't caught her, steadying her with strong hands on her shoulders.

"There now," Angélique said softly. "That was not so terrible, was it?"

Cassia couldn't answer. Her mind was blank, her body limp, her cock slowly softening in Dolly's still-sucking mouth. The beta finally released her with a wet pop, licking her lips with obvious satisfaction.

"Thank you, Mistress Cassia," Dolly said, her voice sweet and sincere. "Your cum is very tasty."

Cassia wanted to die. She wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole. She had just been brought to orgasm by a doll-like beta in the middle of a clothing shop while her employer watched, and now she was about to be fitted with a chastity cage like some kind of- some kind of-

"Dolly, the ring," Angélique said, apparently unaffected by the scene that had just transpired. She knelt beside Dolly and reached for Cassia's now almost fully flaccid cock. Her fingers were cool and clinical as she manipulated Cassia's flesh, positioning a metal ring around the base of her shaft and behind her testicles.

"This will feel strange at first," Angélique continued, her voice carrying that same conversational tone. "You may experience some discomfort. That is normal. Your body will adjust."

The ring clicked into place, snug but not tight, and Angélique fitted the cage over Cassia's soft cock. The metal was cool against her skin, the bars spaced so that she could still see her flesh within, there was a small slit at the tip so Cassia could still relieve herself.

"The key," Angélique said, holding up a small silver key on a delicate chain. "I will keep this. When your shift ends, I will unlock you. You will put the cage back on before your next shift. This is how it will be from now on."

She slipped the chain around her neck, the key resting in the valley between her breasts, and smiled at Cassia.

"There now," she said. "Was that so difficult?"

Cassia looked down at herself, at the chastity cage enclosing her cock, at the silk bloomers that Dolly was now pulling back into place, at the frilly pink dress that marked her as Angélique's property.

"Now, get back to work. You two naughty girls can’t just sit around sucking each other’s cocks all day." Angélique turned and glided toward the back room, leaving Cassia standing in the middle of the shop with Dolly still kneeling at her feet.

"Would you like a glass of water Mistress Cassia? Angélique says hydration is very important after... exertion." Dolly rose to her feet, smoothing out her frilly dress with a smile.

“No, thank you Dolly. I’m all right.” Cassia sighed.

The rest of the shift passed in a haze.

Cassia moved through her duties mechanically, her body operating on autopilot while her mind retreated somewhere far away. She smiled at customers. She fetched fabrics. She arranged displays. She did everything that was asked of her, and she did it without complaint.

Dolly watched her with something that might have been sympathy, though it was hard to tell beneath the painted smile and the vacant eyes. The beta offered no more conversation, no more observations about Cassia's performance. She simply worked alongside her, two dolls in Angélique's collection, moving through the motions of their shared existence.

Angélique emerged from the back room occasionally, her emerald eyes sweeping over them both, offering small corrections and gentle encouragements. She seemed pleased with Cassia's compliance, pleased with the way the cage sat against her bloomers, pleased with the defeated set of her shoulders.

"You are learning, chérie," Angélique said at one point, brushing a strand of hair from Cassia's face. "I can see it in the way you move.”

Cassia said nothing. What was there to say?

Finally, blessedly, the clock struck the hour that marked the end of her shift. Angélique approached her with the silver key, reaching beneath Cassia's skirt to unlock the cage with practiced efficiency. The metal fell away, and Cassia felt a moment of relief so intense it was almost painful.

Angélique pushed the devilish contraption into her palm.

"I want you already wearing this next time you come into the store," Angélique said, slipping the key back around her neck. "And chérie?"

Cassia looked at her.

"You did well today. I am proud of you."

The words should have meant nothing. They should have been ashes in Cassia's mouth. But something in her, some broken, **** part of her that craved approval, responded to them anyway. She felt her shoulders straighten slightly, her chin lift, her lips twitch toward a smile.

No, she thought fiercely. No, no, no.

She fled to the changing room, stripped off the uniform with shaking hands, and pulled on her own clothes like armor. The familiar fabric felt horrible against her skin, rougher, plainer, somehow less than the silk and lace she had worn all day.

Even my skin is becoming conditioned…

Dolly was waiting by the door when Cassia emerged, her painted smile fixed in place.

"Mistress Cassia," the beta said softly. "Before you go..."

She stepped forward, rose onto her toes, and pressed her lips against Cassia's.

The kiss was soft at first, almost gentle, but then Dolly's tongue pushed past Cassia's lips, and Cassia tasted herself, her own cum, still lingering in Dolly's mouth. The flavor was salty and bitter, and it triggered something primal in Cassia's hindbrain.

She kissed Dolly back without meaning to, her tongue tangling with the beta's, her hands rising to steady herself on Dolly's shoulders. The kiss went on for several seconds before Cassia pulled away.

"It was nice playing with you today," Dolly said, her enormous eyes bright.

Cassia stood frozen, her lips tingling, her mind blank.

"Er, yeah. You... um too. Thanks Dolly." Cassia flushed, feeling very overwhelmed.

Cassia turned and pushed through the door, the brass bell chiming at her departure.

She walked three blocks before she stopped and leaned against a wall, her heart racing.

She had been fitted with a chastity cage. She had been brought to orgasm by a doll-like beta. She had then tasted her own seed from that doll-like beta's lips.

And she was **** to keep coming back. The terms of her contract demanded it.

Because that was what she was becoming. Not an alpha. Not an omega in control of her own destiny.

Something else. Something softer. Something that wore silk and lace, and flashed customers her undergarments, and let pretty betas kiss her with her own seed still on their tongues.

My will, she thought, her mantra ringing hollow.

My body.

My- Fuck it!

Cassia pushed off from the wall, her steps heavy as she stormed away from her cage.