“Mommy! There’s a ghost down in the basement!” Sarah was in the kitchen, getting herself a glass of milk before bed when her 9-year old daughter Katie came in. 

“The basement? You haven’t been down there, have you?” She asked. The little girl shook her head, the frightened expression on her face reassuring Sarah that the basement was still too scary for little girls to go down in. “Good, because there’s tools and wires and machinery and things that can hurt you if you’re not careful.” 

“And there’s a ghost!” Katie insisted. “I could hear it moaning from below in my bedroom. It’s not going to come up and get me, is it?” 

“No, sweetie! You don’t need to worry about the ghost getting you. Tell you what, I’ll go down and sort it out before I go to bed. Now, let’s get you back to sleep. Remember, you’ve got school tomorrow…” 

Katie made a face, but a glass of milk and a cookie to go with it mollified her. Sarah soon had her daughter wrapped up in the bed once again. As she stepped out, she gave a frown of annoyance as she turned to the doorway that led to the basement. Sarah tested and confirmed it was still locked, just like she’d left it earlier that evening. Inserting the key, Sarah went through, flipping on the lights, and descending the stairs that went to the basement. 

“Gonna need to check the sound proofing…” She thought, glancing to the corner of the ceiling that, if she had her bearings straight, was just below Katie’s bedroom. In the meantime, though, she had a more effective, if only short term solution…

Sarah’s ‘guest’ was still where the older women had left her: kneeling in the cage in the far corner of the basement, screened by a couple shelves of musty old boxes of junk. The cage, made of thick gauge wire, the top hinged and fitted with a padlock, wasn’t much bigger than a small kennel cage, forcing its poor occupant to kneel, bent over double.

She was a pretty blonde by the name of Annie Williams and had celebrated her 18th birthday only 3 days ago. Now, she knelt in this cage, metal cuffs locked around her wrists and ankles and the metal ring of a steel collar around her neck. When she raised her head, in response to Sarah’s approach, the ballgag strapped tight between her teeth was visible. 

“Eeas! Eht eeh ooh!” The girl begged, her gorgeous blue eyes wide with fright and reddened from crying. Earlier that day, she’d been walking home from school when the older woman had waylaid the teen, forcing her at gunpoint to climb into the trunk of Sarah’s car, where she’d been trussed up, gagged and driven around for hours before being brought to this basement. “Eeehp!” 

“Hush now!” Sarah said sternly, giving the cage a shake. “There are others in this house and you’re disturbing them with all that sniveling! Accept things like a good girl and lie still!” 

When Annie seemed in no rush to quiet down, her captor sighed, taking out the key to the cage’s padlock. As she opened it, Sarah turned to the pile of clothing left when she’d forced the teen to strip naked before shackling and caging her earlier that evening and grabbed something. Keeping what she’d picked up hidden from the teen, Sarah used her free hand to reach in and loosen Annie’s ballgag. 

As soon as the red rubber plug had popped out, the girl got ready to scream. Before she could, though, Sarah struck with her other hand. Annie groaned in surprise as a wad of cloth filled her mouth. It turned to frantic wretching as the teen realized the cloth was her own, wadded up panties. Before she could spit them out, however, her captor had forced the ballgag back between her teeth and tightened the strap again. 

“There, much quieter!” Sarah said, locking the cage closed once more. Inside, the teen continued to grunt and moan, but the additional packing muffled it to near silence. “Now, try and get some sleep. You’ll have a big day tomorrow, meeting your new owner…”