Just a story idea that kept nagging at me until I tried to write it down. Not sure if it will go anywhere.
It did go somewhere.
The Cage -- 2nd night(kidnapping) (bdsm)
2nd Night
The light inside the building was dying as the sun dropped below the treetops. He turned on the battery powered lantern hanging outside the cage. She was where he had left her, lying on the floor curled in the fetal position. Her shorts still at her ankles. She had pulled her t-shirt over her like a small thin blanket. She didn’t move, her eyes didn’t open, when he took her shirt. Or when he pulled off her shorts and panties. Or when he circled around her taking photos. “Time to get up Wildcat” he said. Still she didn’t move. He wiggled the toe of his shoe between her butt cheeks. When she didn’t move he pressed it in, Hard, and in a harsh tone said “Get up!” She rolled over onto her hands and knees and slowly began to raise up. The blows to her head had brought the headache back. Her kidney hurt. Her back and legs where he had beaten her with the belt were sore and felt like they were on fire. Sh