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        <strong>The Cage - Begginings (part 1)</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>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="791204614" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/charcoal-longfellow/art/The-Cage-In-Hot-Water-pt-4-791204614" 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 - In Hot Water (pt 4)</strong>He didn't return until late in the day. The interior of the building fading in the dying sunlight. She stayed where she was on the sleeping bag. She had no intention of kneeling without being told to and, besides, her ass was still tender from the lashing she had gotten that morning. He was unusually quiet, somber, as he stood and looked at her before unlocking the cage door. He sat two plastic bags on the floor before shutting and re-locking the door. "Make it last kitty kat. I'll be back when I can" he said as he turned to leave. "What do you mean?" she asked as she scrambled to her feet and rushed to the door. "Wait! What do you mean make it last?" she yelled. "Wait!" WAIT!" But he was gone. She carried the bags back to her corner and sorted out the contents. Six bottles of water, four protein bars, one apple, one orange, and a Kit Kat bar. The Kit Kat was a nice touch and might have made her smile if she weren't crying. "Make it last" she mumbled to her self. "Make it last but how</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>