The Entrapped

The naked Hermaphrodite, long ago robbed of all ability for sexual pleasure, will watch as the daughters of Lesbos couple, Mr. Feeldoe plunging to bring friction and ecstatic heat.

Nipples excised, scrotum trimmed, prostate removed, April’s only joy...the sutured unusab

le penis tip.

He/she is never to feel pleasure... only offer such to others.

Ramona Cortez looks to the cage and smiles at the look of yearning, sensing the frustration. She knows April would like to lick... to serve... to knead and caress feminine flesh and vicariously feel what is no longer possible for he/she to feel.

He/she will not... not tonight.

***

“A quick reply from Escobar,” Ramona calls out, reading from the computer screen, as April gently prances on toes to serve morning coffee, the penis bell chiming.

‘Who are you, where are you, and what do you seek?’ the brief email reads.

“Came through at 3:00 a.m.,” Ramona notes as she types a reply.

‘I am the girl’s owner. Currently in New York. The girl needs to be put under a man’s penis. She’s been naughty, spending too much money on jewelry and therefore caged. I told her she’ll only be released when she can repay me,’ Ramona types and clicks ‘send’, knowing that the provocative term ‘owner’ will bring a frothy need to continue communication.

The bait has been taken. Can the hook be set?

“Better make sure the recording equipment is working, Maria. Escobar is not known to dawdle.”

Ramona turns in the swivel chair, parts her thighs, and snaps her fingers and points. An eager April goes to his/her knees, dainty hands pushing aside the folds of Ramona’s silk robe.

***

Returning from lunch and a shopping spree, Ramona checks her email as Maria steps to the bedroom where Baldur guards a caged and cabled April.

“There’s another email,” Ramona announces clicking on the ‘in box’ to read aloud.

‘I will purchase the diamond earrings and present to the girl as a gift... if she can favor me. I agree she needs to be put under the penis. A skull fuck to start.’

“Well, that’s our ruthless drug dealer... not even asking the price. He’s taken the hook,” a mirthful Ramona notes in typing a reply.

‘Waldorf apartments... number 2207. Tonight at 7:00 p.m. Bring $10,000. Bring your penis. Otherwise come alone.’

“Call Renee. I want her here tonight at 6:00 p.m.”

***

New York, New York

Renee/Robert Warren

I don’t get many calls at work. I am thus startled when the phone rings, finally answering on the third ring.

“Hello.”

“Your benefactress wants you here at 6:00 p.m. sharp. You know the address,” the accented voice evidencing the source of the call.

“But I’ll need to go home first and tidy up...”

“You have your orders. Make sure you’re wearing your earrings. 6:00 p.m.”

An abrupt click and the call ends.