Have you ever woken up in a cage? Have you ever woken up in a cage, naked, with a collar around your throat, your wrists and arms shackled? I'm guessing not. I haven't asked anyone about it, of course. How would you go about asking that!? I'm sure I'm not the only one, but I doubt there's many of us who have had that experience.

The cage was a dog cage, built for a big dog. But the bars were no less a cage to me, for all I had hands, for the door was locked and padlocked. I was living a strange, dark, thrilling game, but in part, it was real. The cage was really a cage, and I really was locked into it.

There was a soft kind of rug on the floor of the cage, so it wasn't all that uncomfortable, but I couldn't stretch my legs out. And I couldn't get out.

There was a thick, stainless steel collar around my neck, and matching restraints on my wrists and ankles. They weren't fastened together at the moment, but I couldn't have removed them if I'd tried. They were locked in place. And they were all I wore, unless you counted the nipple rings. They were stainless steel too.

My name is Molly and I'm in tech support.

No, I don't answer phones from my cage. But tech support is what I do at the Alavent Insurance Company. And my life was pretty much normal, in a boring, nerdy sort of way, up until this past week. I lived alone in a small apartment, with a nice TV and a really nice computer. Those were basically my entertainment, my life outside of work.

Not that I had no friends, but I've always been a bit of a geek, and not a lot of girls are really into computers. As for the guys, well, I had been fending them off for years. When you're a reasonably cute blonde girl and you go to school with geeks (Jersey Tech) you become the fascinating object of all their masturbatory fantasies.

That was kind of icky, but I'd sort of learned to cope. It was even a bit of an ego thing, in a way, cause the minute I walked up to any table everyone was eager to see me. It hadn't really changed when I'd gone to work as junior tech support at Alavent, except most of the other tech guys were older - and fatter.

That was how I got to be senior tech support in only a few months. Because I was slim and nimble and could crawl around under desks connecting wires and stuff. And that was where I'd met the new VP, the new Black VP, the new Black VP who was built like a football player.

Only he was from Britain! He had this cool, soft British upper class accent, but his voice was very deep. And one day after I'd been sent to his office I found myself naked, tied up and being fed the biggest cock I'd ever seen in my life!

And one day later I met his twin brother Stephen, and one day after that I discovered he wasn't a twin but a triplet, when Jackson showed up.

Sure, I'd had lots of sexual fantasies in my life, some of them kind of kinky, but I'd always minded my manners around the nerd crowd that I knew. Now I was naked and tied up and having sex with three big black guys who kind of casually, kind of jokingly, and sometimes not, treated me like I was their sex slave!

Which was how I came to wake up in a cage naked. On Saturday morning. All three of them were here now, and so was Stephen's girlfriend Leona, who had introduced me pretty forcefully to lesbian sex yesterday evening!

So why was a nice little nerdy blonde girl like me putting up with all this? I honestly had no idea. I think it's like turning the water up bit by bit so you don't notice just how hot it is. I mean, if someone had tried to get me to have sex with multiple guys a the same time, and I didn't even know them, no way would I have agreed!

But when I'd met Stephen, and he looked just like Alex and... it had taken my breath away. It had made my insides burn, and I had been overcome with this kind of sexual fever. In fact, the last few days I'd had more orgasms, and more intense orgasms, than ever in my life!