Caged Rings Novels & Stories

It slid open with a hiss, revealing a black cabinet built into the wall. Inside: weapons. Surveillance gear. Torture tools. And, at the center, a small velvet box. He opened it. A silver collar. Polished. Engraved on the inside in script that read: “Belongs to Liam. Always.” He stared at it for a long moment. “She cried when I first put it on her,” he murmured. “But she didn’t say no. She never does.” He touched the metal like it was holy. “They don’t know you like I do, Elizabeth. They don’t understand what you need.”

Cricket said. “Good, because now I am gonna pull out a ring,” I said, and Cricket started to stiffen once again. At some point, I was going to need to know if it was the thought of marriage that made her react like a cat at bath time, or if it was the thought of marrying me specifically. “Don’t worry, it’s for the tracker. It’s an antique poison ring, and I’m going to put the tracker inside,” I said, sliding the silver ring on her delicate finger.

She opened up a drawer and pulled out this exquisite stainless steel and black enamel collar, with the matching bracelets to go with it. "These lock and can't be opened by the slave. The locking mechanism is internal, so it won't stand out like an external lock would. It won't rust, so it can be worn in the shower and has rounded edges so it can be worn for long periods of time without hurting her neck. If you push down on this piece right here," she pushed down and a ring which looked like a circle on the collar, popped out, "you have this ring to which you can attach leashes, or chains to her nipples or these bracelets which have a similar device. It's strong enough you could suspend her f

He was hard, throbbing with it. “Up,” Vixen commanded and then looked each of them up and down. “Very good, pets,” she said tearing a packet open. Raven recognised the item as a c-kring a moment before she put it on Shadow. “Both my boys are a little excited,” she murmured as she ran her fingers up Raven and then slid the c-k ring over him. “This should help calm you down.”

Only after he saw the newborn pup in her arms did he remember me. He ordered his Beta to release me. But the Beta's voice trembled. "Luna… and the pup… they're dead." And in that moment, Damien went feral. ... I dragged myself toward the bars of the silver cage. Just as the gate slammed shut, the silver bars slammed down on my fingers. I heard the sickening crunch of my bones. The new agony, on top of the contractions, ripped a scream from my throat. But Damien, his mind already on Victoria, was deaf to my cries.

Each step was a struggle up the stairs as I shuffled towards the room. Finally, in the room, the door clicked shut behind me. I let out a breath. A huge one. I hadn't realized I was holding it in. My gaze went straight to my left hand. The diamond on my ring finger, I stared at the ring. So big. The diamond glittered. Then tears stung my eyes, they spilled over, running down my cheeks. I just stood there for what felt like forever, watching the ring and crying, transfixed by the weight of it all,I felt trapped.

“I’m just the incubator.” Grinning, Trigg asked, “Do you two have rings for your incubator?” They both pulled the rings out their cut pockets. Trigg motioned for them to give them to her and they slipped both onto her finger with the other two. All four rings would interlock creating three interwoven hearts. Evie pulled their rings out of her skirt pocket. Both rings were black tungsten with gold bands along the edges. On the inside of the men’s rings were all three of their initials, the date and ‘3 Became 1.’ Reed already planned to add the same to her rings once they were sealed together.

“That is what’s blocking your magic. Every spell, every incantation, every ounce of power you try to summon—it’s all trapped. Sealed. Useless.” My heart stopped. “What?” I breathed. The ring was a silver band with a black stone embedded in it, gleaming faintly in the light. That explained why the maid had been so insistent about me wearing it when she dressed me, even when I refused. “Alpha’s orders,” she’d said, her tone leaving no room for argument. I’d assumed it was just some piece of jewellery. Another accessory to go with the ridiculous outfit they’d put me in. I had no idea it would trap me just like this actual cage.

No turning back now. I moved to the large oak table in the center of the room. The wooden box, simple yet ornate, was already there—Caden must’ve brought it. It was made of dark, polished mahogany, etched with ancient pack symbols. Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, were three silver rings, each precisely crafted, cold and gleaming in the dim light. They were etched with the delicate curve of a crescent moon and the intricate, interwoven lines of our bloodline’s crest.

I looked closer and saw the word 'Katerina' etched over and over again on each of the gold links. "It's pretty," I said holding it. "Let me put it on you," she smiled. I held my wrist out and she giggled. "No silly, it is a cock ring." She pulled the covers back and moved down to my crotch. I spread my legs giving her plenty of access. I had never seen a cock ring before. She opened it up and looped the gold jewelry around my scrotum and pulled the ends together, trapping my cock and balls away from my body. She clasped it shut, gave it a gentle tug to ensure that it was securely fastened and admired the view.