Caged: A Dark Mafia Romance

“Pretty,” another woman who had ears in addition to her collar and tail said. Her voice was soft and seductive.

I remained still. Silent.

“Why are you acting like you just saw a ghost?” the red-lipped woman asked. “Are you a scaredy cat?”

The women in the room giggled, and I could easily see that everyone was… comfortable.

“What’s your name?” she asked, cutting off the laughter.

Was I the only captive?

“Nayla,” I answered as I repositioned myself to sit on my thigh. The large tail made it impossible to fully sit on my butt, so I had no choice but to find a position that seemed to enhance my sensuality when in fact that was the last thing I was meaning to do.

“And you are Eddie Vasco’s?”

I nodded and swallowed the lump that had formed in the back of my throat. Was I Eddie’s? I suppose I was.

“Lucky,” said a girl sitting against a wall. She was dressed in a black tail, and had a black leather mask covering her face. It reminded me of a Catwoman Halloween costume. “I’ve seen how Eddie treats his women. Like a perfect little princess kitty.” Her eyes glanced at my tail. “He even gave you a white tail and a diamond collar.”

I struggled to process the women before me. They were all here by choice. Every single one of them, and they had assumed I was as well. And for some bizarre reason, I didn’t want to let on that I had been kidnapped and everything about this situation was forced. It was like I was in a high school locker room trying to fit in with the cool cheerleaders or something. I remained silent.

It wasn’t like they were in a position to help me anyway if I did tell them the truth. They wouldn’t help me escape. If anything, they may make the situation worse if they told their men about me and then the men told Eddie. I didn’t think Eddie would appreciate a scene at his party.

Awkward silence was soon replaced by the women going about whatever conversations they were having before I entered the room. I wasn’t one to really like cocktail parties or social gatherings. It was part of my job, however, so I had attended countless numbers of boring, pointless nights. I wasn’t good at small talk just for the sake of it. I wasn’t good at laying on the charm to complete strangers.

But at least at those parties, I had a fucking dress on!

Here I sat. With a tail in my ass that was growing more uncomfortable by the minute and a collar that still felt too tight regardless if Eddie said I had plenty of room to breathe. And the other women just sat around in their own tails and collars, but they didn’t seem the slightest bit uncomfortable. This was ordinary for them. They all smiled and chatted on as if they were at their very own cocktail party… minus the dresses and pretentious designer purses and heels.

And the craziest thing about it all was that I was the odd one in the room. I didn’t know how to just sit comfortably. I didn’t know what to look at or what to do. I didn’t want to stare at their nudity or the way that some had ears or fake eyelashes. One woman even had contact lenses in that looked like the irises of a real cat. I didn’t want to stare, but I couldn’t help it.

I couldn’t get comfortable no matter what position I tried to sit in. It must have been obvious because the red-lipped woman looked at me again and said, “Not used to the tail?”

“It’s… big,” I answered, not really sure what to say but regretted how whiny my response sounded.

“It’s best to not move so much,” she advised. “The weight of the plug is moving around and stretching you with every move. It’s best to relax and stay as still as you can. Don’t clench.”

Before I could ask exactly how you don’t clench when your body wants the invasion out, the door opened and Tommy stood in the doorway.

“Come, kittens. It’s dinnertime. Your masters are waiting for you to join them.”

Praise the fucking lord. I could have eaten a bowl of cat food at this stage.

Every woman moved toward the door on hands and knees, crawling with their leashes dragging behind them. I took this as my cue, and did exactly the same. The heavy weight of my tail became even more obvious as I crawled like an animal in single file to the main room.

All the men were seated at the dining room table including Eddie at the head. They all watched us enter the room with smiles and hungry eyes. I made eye contact with Eddie, and I could see that he seemed pleased. I wasn’t sure if he was happy I was crawling like a good kitten, or that he had a room full of women on hands and knees. Regardless, I never broke my stare as I followed the other women under the table. Each woman rested at the feet of their ‘masters,’ and I picked up quickly that I was to do the same at Eddie’s feet. I didn’t have time to process or even protest that we were under a table. Slacks and black leather shoes were all we could see of the powerful men. Nothing but shoes that no doubt were stained with the blood of their enemies.