Birds in a Cage 1-1 Author: trs2

The Caged Bird (1)

Author: trs2 Published on 2010/06/15 by Fengyue
Word Count: 6681 words

"Mother, are you doing well in heaven? I want to tell you that I have finally found the girl I love."

I stood in front of my mother's grave and offered flowers.

"Although she was just a maid, she was very beautiful, and more intelligent and
kind . I think you would like her."

I gently wiped my mother's tombstone, which was covered with dust. My father had a lot of wealth, but he was
never willing to use it to take care of my mother.

"However, I knew that my father would never accept her. She was just a maid, of low status, and even
just someone else's property. My father wanted me to find a well-matched, educated and talented young lady.

But she was not a maid who could do nothing but serve others. She healed me and
gave me courage."

"Mother, can you understand what I mean?"

*** *** *** ***

Night rain, an old house.

An stood before me, the downpour soaking her clothes, making it impossible to tell if the tears on her face were tears
or water. Despite being just a maid, An was incredibly beautiful to me. With her Eastern heritage
, she had slightly wavy black hair, a slender and graceful figure, and a pretty maid's dress paired with black
stockings. The exposed white thighs exuded youthful energy, while her supple waist and high breasts
gave her a maturity beyond her years. A shy smile always graced her clear face… But
her eyes… An lowered her head, preventing me from looking into them.

She remained motionless, letting the rain pour over her.

"Come, hold my hand, and you'll be free," I tried to plead.

But she didn't agree; instead, she took a step back.

"Young Master, please don't come near me anymore. I'm just furniture, part of this house,
not even qualified to be a human being." She shook her head desperately, tears welling in her eyes. I was certain.

She was a maid from birth. The mansions of the wealthy always needed maids, just
like . Their existence was simply to become part of the house, without thought, without freedom, not as human beings,
but as objects to be used by their masters forever, [the whole text] their entire lives.

But in my eyes, she was just a girl, a girl I loved!

"Young Master, please, leave here. This is not a place for someone like you. This is a living
hell, a dark and boundless cage!"

I rushed forward, but was blocked by a tall, dark figure.

"She's right, my son. Why did you come here?" My father, tall and imposing,
cold and ruthless, appeared between me and Ann. Then he reached out and slapped Ann to the ground with a loud thud.

"Shameless thing! A lowly, ill-mannered, and incompetent woman like you dare to seduce my
son ? You'd better know your place!" With that, the father stepped forward and stomped
on Anna's soft breasts, repeatedly crushing them.

Anna fell to the ground, helplessly clutching her father's foot, letting out painful cries. I rushed forward, but
was stopped by the bodyguards.

"Father!" I struggled and shouted. My father was always like this—domineering, cold-blooded, cruel, utterly
merciless , and never caring about my feelings.

"You, come here." The father coldly waved to the guards, then turned around, grabbed
Anna's clothes at the front, and ripped them to shreds, revealing her full breasts.

"No, no!! Not in front of the young master!!" An seemed to understand what her father wanted to do. She struggled
desperately , but was suppressed by her tall father like a lamb. Then her father pulled down and
ripped An's maid outfit in two. Under the violent beating, the girl's newly matured body looked
particularly alluring and pitiful.

"No, don't do this, Father." I understood what he wanted to do, my whole body trembling, yet I had no
strength to resist my father. That overwhelming authority instilled fear deep within me.

Two bodyguards came forward and, one after the other, ripped off Anne's maid's hairnet. One of them
grabbed her hair and shoved her forward, pulling out his own penis and thrusting it viciously
into Anne's frail body. I saw it clearly: the ugly penis entered Anne's snow-white body, churning, thrusting, and
unleashing endless lust. Then the other took Anne's hair, pulled her face upward, and Anne screamed in
pain , only to be slapped hard across the face.

"Behave yourself, you filthy maid!" the bodyguard said, pulling out his own penis as well, and ruthlessly
shoving it into Anne's beautiful mouth, brutally pounding it like a hammer until it bulged.
I saw Anne crying, but I had no power to save her.

"Watch closely, my son, this is a lesson for you!" My father walked up to me and said coldly.

The two men seemed extremely aroused. Although she was a maid, Ann's body was far more sexy and mature than most
young ladies , yet she exuded a clear and charming aura. She was
like a flower that had been battered and bruised, attacked from both sides, her alluring legs trembling, her drooping breasts
swaying helplessly with the men's movements, then being grabbed, twisted, and deformed by a pair of large hands.

"Father, you bastard, you're a demon!!!!" All I could do was roar hysterically,
howling like a wounded dog. He was my father, that cold-blooded, cruel head of the family. Everything I
had was given to me by him. Without my father, I was nothing.

I couldn't resist him!

*** *** *** ***

A secluded mansion, an ancient castle.

I stepped out of the car, hesitantly gazing at the massive, dark building ahead. Its towering, cold, and austere stone walls, and
sharply angled spires topped with bronze gargoyle sculptures, appeared grotesque and terrifying
under . From beneath the stained glass windows in the distance, bright piano music drifted out,
indescribably elegant yet chillingly cold, possessing both delicate beauty and a certain...
Obsessively, decadently, and with discordant notes straying from the melody, they pierced the eardrums.

Darkness, loneliness, decadence, rebellion—a towering tower loomed above, its massive black shadow like an invisible
demonic hand, its sharp claws outstretched, lunging downwards. This was a distorted yet
beautiful, evilly elegant dark world, forever unreachable by light.

Originally an ancient castle used for defense, it had been expanded into a grand
mansion by its current owner. Here, a world of rebellion and distortion existed, where religion, original sin, and perverse sex exuded a chilling, jarring
piano melody, and blood-red wine was everywhere. Entering the mansion, one could see
elegantly dressed gentlemen and women, in black or red, or other attire symbolizing the dark world, moving through
the halls . Licentiously, gracefully, decadently, they spread a symphony of sex and depravity, despair and perversion.

Along the way, many elegantly dressed women cast provocative glances my way. Their faces were pale, their clothes
wanton, their breasts half-exposed, clad in jeweled high heels and black stockings,
resembling . One tall woman approached me, gave me a provocative look
, then spread her arms, revealing her breasts, which were now fully exposed, and raised her
beautiful legs, clad in stockings and high heels, high before me.

This was the etiquette of invitation, the etiquette of being invited to join the revelry. A man only needed to bend down and kiss the other's
body to signify acceptance, to join the frenzied feast. Each of them was a demon in the night,
a gentleman, a noblewoman, a possessor of power, and an empty recipient of it all.

But I was different!

"Get away, you slut!" I snapped, shoving away the hand that reached out to me and pushing the woman aside before
continuing my way.

Behind me, a woman screamed in humiliation.

*** *** *** ***

"Please follow me, sir. The master awaits you both in the room."

The old butler, dressed in a tuxedo, bowed gracefully before leading my father and me through the hall and into
the vast mansion. The wooden floorboards creaked underfoot, and the fireplace on the wall
illuminated the entire room. This ancient, gloomy castle filled me with an indescribable aversion.

But I had to come; it was my father's order.

As the heir to the family fortune, my father had always been dissatisfied with me. I had inherited my mother's personality, [the whole story] unlike my father, who was
a ruthless and powerful figure . Therefore, he always believed... Because I was too weak and not ruthless enough, my father went to great lengths to force me into a dark
world.

He believed that only by entering this dark world could I learn intrigue, power struggles,
and the ability to control the family.

He was mostly right. This ancient, secluded mansion concealed unimaginable darkness and evil, a kind of wickedness beyond the comprehension of ordinary
people .

A slave plantation, a deep slave castle, or something similar. The owner, possessing immense wealth and power,
used his authority to transform this ancient castle into a twisted and evil lair.
The were merely entertaining; their true purpose was to enjoy
the thrill of playing the master or engaging in other sexually deviant acts.

Walking through the corridors, the hallways, and before the chapel, one could see various naked women and men, their
status in the castle as slaves, slaves to be used by any guest at will. Generally, the lowest-ranking
slaves would be placed naked somewhere, unable to move until they were used. Like the
woman in front of me, she seemed to be a married woman, somehow brought here, and after being "trained"... Like a docile
cat , she knelt humiliatingly beside a pillar in the corner, her beautiful breasts exposed, legs spread wide for
anyone to enjoy. She was ordered to remain motionless until someone took her. If no one took her,
she would remain in this position, unable to speak unless permission was granted, even if someone played with her or needed to relieve herself
. She could only endure the guests' actions or suppress her urges until her turn came.

Opening the toilet door revealed a completely different scene. A naked
woman was suspended... Hanging from a suspended iron chain, her hands, legs, and neck were bound,
suspending her securely in mid-air. Special plugs were inserted into her genitals and mouth.

I approached and gently patted the face of one of the female slaves; she was somewhat dazed from being suspended for so long
. Seeing a customer, she immediately straightened up, reflexively assuming a service posture. I sighed
, pulled out my penis, and ejaculated all my urine into her mouth, causing her to choke and
her eyes roll back.

My father watched me from behind; I didn't have much to say. Choosing a method was already the most merciful one;
if the choice was to have urine shot into her anus, this poor toilet slave would inevitably suffer the pain of an enema.

Afterwards, my father let out a groan and walked to the latrine, where there was a very
comfortable chair, but a hole had been dug in the ground beneath it. A similarly naked female slave was humiliatingly tied to the latrine.

This was a very cruel tool used to deal with female slaves who had made mistakes; these unfortunate
women had to kneel beside the latrine at all times, whenever someone came to defecate… At that time, the female slave must immediately kneel before the other person
, and then, as required, generally with her face pressed to the ground, her buttocks raised high for the other person to play with, or
to provide oral sex. After the customer has relieved himself/herself, the female slave must crawl under the chair and humiliatingly lick
the customer , licking away the feces. If the customer enjoys this process, as long as they don't ask to stop, the toilet slave
will continue to provide services to the customer continuously.

It is said that at the very bottom of the toilet, at the center where all the excrement converges, there are some extremely low-level female slaves
who must be constantly... Opening my mouth…

Thinking about this, I felt nauseous and left the toilet. The rulers here were the master and his relatives,
followed by guests like us, the dominant class who could use any slave at will. Then came the managers
and guards; the slaves, besides having to please the masters and guests, also had to please these people, because their
excretions , food, and sleep were all managed by them. They could deliberately prevent a female slave from relieving herself, or leave her
humiliatingly hung in the hall for an entire day, or tear open her genitals and put her in a stinking ditch for rats to crawl into.
In short, the slaves were terrified of these managers.

Below them were the lowest rank of servants and slaves. Servants, referred to as furniture, were tasked with providing a luxurious mansion
or castle , while slaves served as sexual toys for the guests. However, due to the existence of the managerial hierarchy,
the slaves also competed for favor. Well-behaved slaves could please the managers, gaining stable sleep and food, and even
being allowed to move freely within the mansion. Those female slaves who made mistakes and were ostracized had to constantly endure
the malice and manipulation from guests, managers, and other slaves. Thus, these poor slaves, like dogs, bit and fought each other,
scheming and vying for power and favor.

However, I believe this management style was mostly the intention of the mansion's owner. In this way,
guests could enjoy the playful mentality of mad dogs fighting for food, while the slaves gained a false sense of hope, and
simultaneously reduced the possibility of the slaves uniting in rebellion.

The majestic owner of this castle was the embodiment of evil; he deeply understood humanity's original sin and used it as a driving force for his own
power.

*** *** *** ***

"Then, the contract is officially [complete] complete." The owner of this ancient castle was over fifty years old, but still tall and
majestic. He wore a white and purple brocade evening suit, and his slightly graying beard cast
an arrogant silhouette under the candlelight.

"So, would you two like some entertainment?" The young master, standing beside his father, nodded
slightly. As a son, the young master was slender and elegant, but his face was pale, his voice was cold, and
his eyes occasionally revealed a terrifying cold light. The dark purple suit, combined with his slender body,
revealed a cruel and evil ruthlessness compared to his father's arrogance.

Thunder roared, and the wind blew in through the cracks in the window, tearing at the candlelight. The
shadows seemed to come alive, and the black reflections scattered and danced. This young master
was like a legendary vampire under the moonlight, sending chills down one's spine.

"Hmm." Father nodded, and the young master then gestured, opening the door to the room. Three
maids pushed in a tidying cart.

"Ann?" I stared wide-eyed at one of the girls.

All three maids wore hairnets symbolizing their status, white lace stockings, and shoes. However, they were completely
naked, wearing only a maid's apron around their chests, their alluring bodies partially revealed before
me. The girls were all beautiful, especially Ann, whose fully developed body exuded an alluring aura. Her full
breasts stood proudly on her chest, like sweet peaches, and her long, beautiful legs were partially hidden
behind the apron, but couldn't conceal their fatal curves. Her curvaceous figure fully showcased Ann's sweetness
.

I looked at her, but Ann ignored me.

"Master, please give your orders." The three girls bowed.

"Serve my guests well." The master's request was brief, yet left no room for refusal.

"As you command." One of the maids stepped forward, and I watched as her white, beautiful flesh
swayed gently with her hips, her breasts dancing in the breeze. [The whole text] was a seductive witch. This tall maid
walked up to the master, knelt down, and gently untied his belt, taking his still strong and powerful penis into
her mouth.

Next, there was Anne and the blonde maid. I hesitated whether to choose Anne. I loved her, I
wanted her, but not in this way, not as a maid, but as a life partner.

"Come here, Anne." The father seemed to see my hesitation. He snorted disdainfully and then stretched out his hand,
ordering Anne to come forward.

"Father!" I turned around and glared.

"Useless son."

Anne seemed to tremble slightly, but quickly calmed down, walking up to her father like a puppet
, then taking off her apron and standing there naked, awaiting the next command.

"No, no, An!!" I refused.

But my father had already made his move. He reached out and lifted An's slender, soft waist, then roughly dragged her in front of
him , his erect penis standing erect. My father sat there, and like manipulating a puppet, he made An
straddle him, his penis deeply penetrating the girl's body. I could see that ugly thing writhing inside the body of my most
beloved girl.

"Haha, not bad body, so this is what my son has his eye on. As furniture, I acknowledge
your value!" My father said, thrusting his body forward, pulling An's body up and down with both hands.

An's expression was somewhat hurt. She breathed softly, her snow-white body swaying violently with my father's movements,
her beautiful breasts swaying rhythmically. Her eyes—An always refused to let me look into her eyes.

My father was doing it on purpose, absolutely on purpose!

"My lord, shall I serve you then?" Just as I watched my father violate Ann, the
long-haired blonde maid knelt gently before me, looking at me with a hint of provocation in her eyes, and then gently pulled down my
pants . She was beautiful, a different kind of beauty compared to Ann, sexy and alluring. Soon, I felt a pair of gentle hands
begin to caress my scrotum and penis, stimulating my nerves. I tried to resist, but instinct made me erect.

"My name is Alice. My lord, who do you think is better, me or Ann?" she said, gently taking my penis into her
mouth, her fragrant little mouth uttering tender words, her soft little tongue constantly sucking and caressing my glans.

At the same time, one hand continued to gently stroke my scrotum. Alice's movements were extremely skillful, and soon my body
reacted. "How is it? Isn't Alice's skill better than Ann's?" The maid between my legs looked at me, a strand of saliva still dripping from the corner of

her lewd mouth. 　　I didn't know; in fact, I had never done this with Ann. 　　"No, sir!" Ann suddenly screamed, pinned to the ground by her father like a little bird, crawling on all fours like a female dog, letting him frantically fuck her from behind, again and again. Her frail body struggled and trembled under . 　　This time I understood, Ann was crying. 　　I pushed Alice away and stood up. 　　"Oh, you're going to fight me for this piece of furniture?" Her father sneered, stopping and widening his eyes.

He looked at me with sharp, murderous eyes, and I've always been afraid of that kind of gaze.

"No, it's just..." I lowered my head, avoiding my father's gaze, "Please let her go."

"Hmph, good-for-nothing son." My father seemed disappointed with my answer, "She's
just , furniture anyone can use." He thrust again, and Ann cried out in pain.

"No, she's not furniture, she is..." "

Hmph, you'd better understand your place. Even if you're not the heir to my family, you have no right to be
a mere servant, an ill-mannered and incompetent servant!"

"No, stop talking!"

My father ignored me completely. He spoke with increasing force, and finally, with a wild roar, he ejaculated all his
semen into Ann's body. I watched as Ann collapsed to the ground, a wet, obscene trail
flowing between her legs.

"Master." After finishing, my father stood up and straightened his clothes, "Could I borrow this maid for a few days after using her
?"

"Oh, what do you need her for?" the master asked.

"This lowly furniture dares to seduce my son! I'll make her understand her place!" the father
sneered, turning to glare at me fiercely. "I'm going to arrange a whole room full of people for this furniture, and then
you'll watch them all have sex with her, one by one. That way you'll give her up."

"You, you're not human, you're a demon!!!" I was utterly enraged, lunging forward, grabbing my father's
tunic, glaring at him menacingly, but I didn't know what else to do.

My father's tall figure remained motionless, looking at me mockingly: "What's wrong, my son? Angry
? If you're angry, try knocking me down. That way, you'll be qualified to inherit the family business."

I put him down, collapsing dejectedly to the ground. My father saw right through me; I couldn't do it. (The following is a separate, unrelated comment: "

It's not bad, but it ended halfway through, which is annoying. I guess if it continued, it would be a 'slut' story!! I love you so I'll SM you? A maid story, with a bit of SM, it seems [not complete].") Looking forward to more. Still following a Western theme? It feels a bit strange, and the angst isn't quite to my liking. The plot is so-so? Not very engaging? I still support the author; the initial setup was well-done. But honestly, sometimes when the setup is too extensive, even the author can't handle it and has to abandon many stories. Sometimes, a story with a beginning and an end is better, even if some are poorly written. It feels a lot like a short manga by Aoki Reimu. Thanks, author! It ended halfway through, which is annoying. No [full story]? Looking forward to more. Thanks, author! It's well-written; I hope you continue and don't give up halfway! Does the number in the title mean there's a sequel? I hope the protagonist gets stronger later.

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