Novel & Cerita Inverted Chastity Cage

And there were chains — some hanging down in loops, others coiled neatly on racks like Saint had just organized them. My eyes darted to the far side, where a massive wooden X stood bolted to the floor and ceiling. The leather straps dangling from each corner glistened under the dim, amber light overhead. Across from it stood a tall steel cage. It was empty, but its door hung open like an invitation I'd never accept.

I touched the bars of the cage and tested their strength. “It’s made of the strongest metal and other components. Even with my strength, I couldn’t bend it. This cage was made specifically for someone like me. I’m pretty sure they’re traders, Empress, and they’re going to sell us to a slave planet—or worse, a pleasure house.” “Yeah, that’s what I’ve been thinking… Does it have a lock?” She nodded, and I moved toward the cage door. I saw a digital padlock with a small slot.

NIGHT SIX: The Cage and the Marathon Victor didn’t even let her wake up fully from her sleep. He grabbed her by the throat, marched her naked across the penthouse, and shoved her into a steel cage built dead center under the brightest lights. The cage was small like four feet square, the bars were thick and the floor padded in black leather already stained from the previous nights. A single steel pole rose from the middle with cuffs at different heights. A ring gag waited on a hook.

He knelt on the bedroom floor, wrists bound behind his back with soft leather cuffs, the chain between them short enough to keep his arms pinned and useless. The tiny chastity cage squeezed his cock mercilessly, the metal bars digging into his pale skin as he tried to shift for comfort. She had locked it on him two weeks ago, and every day since had been a slow torment of denial, his dick straining against the confines whenever she walked into the room.

"Danny, I didn't want to do this, but it's for the best. This will be your prison until I say differently. Here." She leaned over my semi-hard dick and wordlessly slid the cage over it. She wrapped the steel mesh around my balls and snapped a series of fasteners into place. There was a master ring that gathered the various fasteners, and on the ring was a stout metal prong, with concentric steel rings embossed on it. Anna inserted the prong into a hole in the cage and snapped it shut. My genitals were fully imprisoned in an unbreakable steel cage. I looked up at Anna in horror.

That assumption would be useful later. I shifted my weight and began studying the cage with deliberate attention. The silver strips were bolted to the iron from the outside, which meant the bolts were accessible if I could reach through the bars. The lock on the cage door was a heavy padlock, standard issue, not electronic. The hinges were on the left side, rusted at the bottom pin. The floor had a seam running down the center where two metal plates met, and one corner of the right plate was slightly raised, as though the weld had cracked under stress.

In the blink of an eye, the once dreaming man laid dead in the pool of his own blood. The culprit simply walked towards the dead body and removed all the accessories and gadgets from him including all the arms he carried about. As soon as he was done.. he jumped out of the window and into the truck that was waiting for him... All that was left... Was the dead Mr Charles and an empty classroom. The girls had been... Kidnapped! The last straw... And this is where, The real story... Begins. CAGED : Survival. By Queenebunoluwa15 Queenebunoluwa15.

Keller licked at the juice but soon cried out again as a hand reached beneath him and gripped his hard aching flesh. It had begged for attention for far too long but now that he was receiving it, he wanted him to stop, at the same time wanting to moan his gratitude to his captor for treating him so nicely. The intruder chuckled, pumping the tender flesh as Keller humped against his hand. He smacked his ass a few times, pulling the younger man close to the edge of cumming before he stopped. He reached over the side of the bed and into his duffel bag. The device he extracted was made out of metal rings, a plastic band, and sturdy locks. It was a chastity device. ********** *********

At long last, Clara began to orgasm, rubbing her moist and happy sex against Shamira's face while her body shook gently. "About time," she muttered, not at all unhappy but not willing to admit it. "Stay," she commanded again. She got out of her chair and went over to the shadows, grabbing one of her favorite toys. Shamira watched as Clara brought some kind of cage over to the center of the room. There was a rubber floor on it to prevent knees and hands from getting torn up, and a hole in one end that was framed with two semi-circular pieces of iron that seemed to be mounted on tracks. Clara opened up one end of the cage.

Frigid, it chilled every exhalation into thin clouds of mist as he breathed. Approaching the person bound in the center of the room, Cazer walked over the inscriptions of the magic cage on the floor. His presence prompting a soft clink, the links of their chains shifted slightly. Made of heavy iron they draped from the floors and walls of the cell, limiting the prisoner’s movement.