7 ~ Edge of Ruin

My heat continued to crash over me like a tidal wave. It consumed every thought of me and it was making me who I wasn’t. 

I thrashed in the cage, skin slick with sweat, my belly cramped, leaving me gasping for air. Slick poured from me in embarrassing floods, soaking the thin mat beneath, my rim twitching around nothing since he had removed the last toy.

This was way more unbearable than when I had the plug on.

My shaft ached constantly, curved and leaking without end. 

I clawed at the bars, my sobs escaping, begging silently for relief or release from this prison of...