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The Cage

Part 1 The beginning

The cage

(M/f, Abd, NC, Forced Chastity, Cage, Abuse)

By Kray                                                      Kray20@lycos.com



0 Intro

(M/f, Abd, NC, Forced Chastity, Cage, Abuse)

By Kray                                                      Kray20@lycos.com

How thoroughly Mary's life is changed!... Just few weeks ago she was free to
drive her car all over, and today her entire world is the internal side of a
little iron cage.



1 The beginning

(M/f, Abd, NC, Forced Chastity, Cage, Abuse)

By Kray                                                      Kray20@lycos.com



She's there, arduously standing inside her new narrow living space along whole
the day, her beloved iron cage.

She's young, only 19, and although she's pretty, she's not the stunning busty
woman type that he dreams, but doesn't matter, she's been a stroke of luck, her
car has broken down near a slope over the ocean in a dark night of tree months
ago. The street was desert and the fate, her fate, made him to pass there at
that very moment. He simply offered her to get in his van for a trip, and once
inside he easily etherised her. Then he pushed her car down the slope, and he
quickly shoved of.

He laughed in front of his scared captive since, the following days, all
news-bulletins reported that the ocean didn't returned yet the body of Mary C.

<You are dead! You don't exist any more, Mary!>. And he laughed more
enjoyed hearing her desperate whines around the rubber penis gag locked into her
fine mouth. <Your body has been eaten from the sharks!>

Already before the end of the second investigations week, Mary C. had completely
forgot by the press and by the authorities and her parents too had lost any
hope.

He evilly left her to follow every news-bulletins, then, the 15 day <It is
time to surrender to your fate, Mary: You are only mine, and it is time to
officialize it!>. It was truth, and she already knows it, no one was seeking
for her any more, no one was suspecting that she was still alive, no one would
free her from that iron cage. She was defeated, scared and defeated.

Her first 14 days into his grasp have already been a nightmare, but she knows
that her future would be surely worst.

As soon as he has leaded her in his dungeon, he has shoved the poor brunette
inside an almost cylindrical iron cage, in which her nice figure fitted nearly
exactly. Once supported one shoulder on the cage side, the distance between her
other shoulder and the iron is not more than 10 cm, and descending the cage is
narrowing, she have to keep her delicate naked feet only 5 cm apart to support
them both on the floor. And no way to slip one knee or even one foot out, her
ankles wears iron manacles chained on the cage floor centre, that allows Mary to
lift each foot not higher than 5 cm.

Moreover her wrists are shackled too. He has trapped each one in a separate iron
manacle, provided with a special padlock that allows him to fix it to whatever
cage place, always keeping her hands outside the cage. Although she's able to
rotate her wrists few degrees, the iron manacles prevents her fingers to turn
enough toward her own body, effectually denying Mary from touching herself in
every way except between her two hands, and this only when he decides to lock
the manacles close each other. Although he rarely allows her to touch even her
own hands, fortunately for Mary, he's used fixing the wrists manacles rather
comfortably, spaced in front of her, at the level of her waist sides, but it is
not a rule, and she has already enjoyed entire days in very less comfortable
positions, with her wrists fixed on the bars behind her back or up over her
head, tensing taut her body.

There are even evilly devices to prevent her to attempt to 'sit'. If she tries
to 'sit', she would supports almost immediately her knees on the frontal bars,
and her arse on the rears. But when, exhaust, she was attempted such manoeuvre,
she noticed that from her knees level to her arse level, the internal bar
surface are sprinkled with iron stumpy spikes. They are not bleeding without an
hard impact, but they are so painfully on her soft skin, that she can't resist
for more than two seconds... Too short time to have a rest!



By Kray

... Any comment of yours would be really appreciate ...

                                                          Kray20@lycos.com



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