Caitlin could not understand how a decision to study for a year overseas in the UK had resulted in her ending up in such a predicament. She estimated it had been about a week ago when she had been originally kidnapped by the crazy janitor of The Castle, an old 15th century castle in East Sussex that was owned by Queen’s University. That old janitor had brought her down to the secretly restored dungeon and chained her up in shackles with her wrists cuffed overhead and her ankles cuffed to chains that were dug into the stone floor. Her bondage had been completed with a ballgag that caused her to drool everywhere. Honestly, where had this old creep even gotten one of those?
Unfortunately, she wasn’t the last. The kidnappings were sporadic, but targeted. Young women like her began to fill the dungeon. In her cell there had been two other girls: an Indian, and a brunette. The cell across the hall had held two blondes, bringing the total to five. And then that fateful night happened. Apparently the family did not have enough funds, so the janitor had organized their sale to a group of slavers. Several men had been brought down to the dungeon at night to look at the girls, then the janitor had been shot in the head and the slavers took over the operation.
Caitlin had no idea what the public thought was going on as girls continued to go missing at The Castle, but she was sure the university had to have noticed by now. In the meantime, the slavers had established a new base of operations in the hidden dungeon and made some accommodation changes for the girls. Instead of being chained up against the stone walls, Caitlin now found herself trapped in a tight ball in a cold metal cage.
The slavers had spent a couple of days setting things up in another cell out of view of the girls who could do nothing but stand chained to the wall and wonder, but they eventually found out. One by one the girls were taken out of the cell. Caitlin had been unchained from the wall, a relief since she had only been allowed to move her arms independently when she had to use the bathroom, and then forced to walk out of the cell and down the dungeon hall. In a cell further down the hall, she had stopped short upon seeing the contents. Multiple small cages the size of a large dog kennel were set up in three rows in the cell, two already containing the two blondes that had been in the cell across from her.
Both girls were shivering as they had been stripped naked except for their footwear, one in a pair of white low-top Converse, the other in brown knee high boots. Cold shackles manacled their hands behind their backs and ankles together with a short chain. A metal collar around their neck chained to the bottom of the cage ensured they couldn’t lift themselves too far up, while a web of straps kept a leather panel strapped across their mouths. Caitlin felt her blood run cold as she stared at the cage and it wasn’t until one of the slavers shoved her with his gun that she moved again. “Against the wall.” He ordered gruffly.
With her hands on her head, Caitlin glumly walked over to the wall, flinching as her bare skin made contact with the cold stone. “Strip.”
She knew it was coming but it didn’t make it any easier as she pulled off her boots, then her tank top, denim shorts, and underwear. She immediately started shivering from the cold, damp air in the dungeon. “Put your shoes back on.”
“Whhhtsss sssss pmmmmt?” She complained through the ballgag strapped in her mouth as her cherry red Doc Martens went back on her feet.
She really wasn’t sure what the point was, but it didn’t matter to the slaver as they spun her around and yanked her arms behind her. Cold metal cuffs snapped shut around her wrists and over her boots, but the metal collar was the absolute worst with how it pressed against her neck every time she swallowed and the cold heavy metal weighed her down. Her gag was also replaced, the single strap ballgag removed and replaced with a web of straps. She caught a brief glimpse of the rubber prong on the inside of the panel before it was shoved into her mouth and the panel pressed against her lips with how the straps were secured.
With her bondage complete, they dragged her over to the nearest open cage and opened up the top. Forced to kneel, they snapped chains to her collar, wrists, and ankles before closing the top of the cage and padlocking it. Caitlin flinched as her skin came in contact with the cold bars of the small enclosed space and her knees were already sore from kneeling on the floor of the cage. How much longer are they going to keep us down here? She wondered miserably as the Indian girl was brought in and made to strip down to her Hunter rain boots.
It took about twenty minutes until all of the girls who were formerly chained up in the cells were now placed within cages, staring fearfully through the bars at the other captives between the Y shaped straps that went over their head as a part of the gag harness. The slavers stood over them before turning their attention to the empty cages. “I have to admit, that old man covered his tracks well.” One grunted. “They still have no idea where these girls have gone.”
“They won’t know for a while. Cold?” He asked one of the blondes before poking her through the bars of the cage, causing her to shriek. “We’ve still got some empty cages here, we’ll snatch a few more from either the castle or the town and get prepped for auction.”
They continued chatting as they left the cell, locking the door behind them in what seemed to be a completely unnecessary security measure to Caitlin. They were already locked in a cage, how come they needed a second one? She shook her head and groaned into the gag, trying to ignore the cold chill that was threatening to settle into her bones. Whether rescue was coming or they were going to be sold into a fate worse than death, she just hoped it would be soon. It was COLD in this cage.