A continuation of the Cage story. <br /><br />Part one <span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="788633948" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/charcoal-longfellow/art/The-Cage-788633948" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>The Cage</strong>(kidnapping, bdsm)<br />1st Day<br />Her head was throbbing and her shoulders and knees ached. Her arms were pulled painfully behind her back. Something in her mouth made it difficult for her to breath. When she tried to straighten her legs it felt as if her arms were being pulled off. She realized she was hogtied and gagged and in a moment of panic she thrashed against the restraints. Sharp pains shot through her shoulders. Her head felt as if it might explode. The pain made her light headed and nauseous. What would happen if she vomited with a gag in her mouth? She might choke, suffocate. She forced herself to calm down. Calm down and think. What had happened? Where was she? She was laying on her side on a cold hard dusty floor. She remembered she had gone to the old industrial park on her way to school to take some photographs of the abandoned buildings. Could she be inside one of them now? Looking up she saw sunlight filtering through the hazy skylights. It looked to be midday but was it the</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br />Part 3<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="790135488" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/charcoal-longfellow/art/The-Cage-The-Next-Morning-part-III-790135488" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb ismature lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>The Cage--The Next Morning (part III)</strong>He parked his truck in a narrow alley a couple of buildings away from the one where he had her locked up. There should not be anyone near by but he didn't want to take any chances. He was excited with the way things were going. After all this was his first kidnapping. Funny, he didn't think of it that way. He should have killed her but hadn't so in a way he had saved her and now she was his. In only a couple of days her had her kneeling, naked, and she even called him Sir without being prompted. 'I hope she isn't broken' he thought, 'I want her tamed, a little, but I love her fight, the feeling of stepping into the cage with a...a...wildcat.' He smiled at the thought. He had gotten her a treat. She had earned it. Opening her mouth right up for him. Yeah, she'd wanted it, didn't balk at all when he'd pushed her head all the way down on his cock. He'd wanted to see what she would do, if she had skills like that little slut Angie at bar. That girl could suck a tennis ball through a garden</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>