I grimace. I don't want to go into the cage, but I know if I don't I will just get whipped more and my butt is on fire already. So I get into the cage. I can't stand in it, because it is only 3 feet high, long, and wide. I sit and watch as Donna swings the door shut and locks it. It would be nice if I wasn't gagged, cuffed, and had panties to wear...but nice doesn't seem to a word Vikki is familar with. If it wasn't she wouldn't have me in this cage in the first place! I look up at Vikki and Donna as they giggle at me. I feel more like an animal at the zoo than a woman now. I fight back the tears as my eyes look at the bars of my cage.