I didn’t even know whose cum it was, or who it leaked out of. One minute I was just crouched sadly in my cage, listening to all the others having such a wonderful time in the next room, the sounds of men grunting and thrusting, and such delighted little shrieks as thick cock was taken. I could imagine it so easily but was trying not to because it hurt too much to feel so left out. Their joy rose to a series of crescendos, and then it was nearly silent, but for a lot of heavy breathing and some very soft moaning.
Then, heavy footsteps thudded into the room where I cowered in the back of my cage now. I was dragged out by my collar, crawling as quickly as I could after him, to the other room, and slowly pulled from one fresh cum puddle to another. I wasn’t allowed to actually clean any cocks, or even to lick cum directly from any of the other girls. Just the floor. They scarcely said a word to me. Just “here” and “more” and “missed some” and such. Then, straight back into my cage.
I was embarrassed and humiliated even, but I was smiling anyway as I was locked back in. They hadn’t forgotten about me after all.
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