As always, triggering content will be marked. All characters are 18+
This story is only semi-sexual and is HEAVILY non-consensual. If you are looking for more erotica and less fantasy please check out one of my other stories.
Enjoy!
Gisselle blinked. Her legs and arms were cold. Instinctively, she reached to cover her shivering body. When she moved she felt her wrists tethered in front of her. Her heartbeat was fast and hard in her chest.
Gisselle tried to move so that she was sitting up. The floor beneath her was a cold metallic material. The large cage that she found herself in was the only thing in the room. The room was bright with white painted cinder blocks. There were two small windows that sat about six feet from the floor. Even if she had been able to stand she would not have been able to look out of them.
She could feel her breathing getting faster. Just a moment ago she had been with Benjamin. She had gone to the cellar and a man had taken her there, thrown her over his shoulder and created a diversion loud enough to steal her away. How had he done it? Had the fire burnt the entire mansion?
She forced her thoughts away from her home, and her owners. She did not want to think of them now. She did not want to think of Cadence's soft voice and his gentle touch holding her and rocking her back and forth. She did not want to think about Benjamin's strong hands or the way he spoke to her when they were alone. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. She wanted so badly to be back with them both.
It was cold and damp in the room. Gisselle shivered on the bare floor of the cage. There was a lock on the outside that prevented her from being able to open it herself. She drew her knees to her chest. Her chastity belt was still on. When she noticed this, she felt deep and intense gratitude towards her owners for making her wear it. It too could only be opened with a key, proof that even in their absence, her owners had striven to protect her.
She leaned against the walls of her cage, contemplating the best course of action. It was hard to tell what that might be, given that she had not heard or seen anything for as long as she had been awake.
It was clear that it was daytime. She knew that much. It had been around 11 pm when her assailant had taken her. Her skin was not bruised badly and her belt showed no sign of someone trying to tamper with it. The facts ran through her mind as she tried to think of what might be happening to her.
Benjamin had given her information on the outside world. He told her about the process of ownership. If another man were to take advantage of her, she would belong to him. Neither Benjamin nor Cadence could change that.
The sun began to set outside. Red and pink light splashed through the window and onto the colorless wall behind her. When the sun had set, she felt her stomach growling. It had been at least a day since she had eaten and she needed to use the restroom badly.
Instead of focussing on her growling stomach, she contemplated how to make her escape. She would need more facts. It would be one thing to break out of her cage somehow. Even if she were able to, she had no way to know that she could open the window, let alone what waited outside.
Gisselle decided that she would bide her time. She would take in as much information and then she would escape when it was safe. Besides, she told herself, she didn't even know who had taken her yet or what they intended to do.
Hours passed and the next morning she found herself drifting in and out of sleep. She was huddled in the corner of the cage, looking at the door all night. She had expected someone to come in during the night, but perhaps they wanted to starve her out so that she would grow weak. Her head was feeling fuzzy with dehydration and lack of food.
By the third day, Gisselle was sure that whoever had taken her had left her here to die. Although she had heard occasional footsteps, no one had opened the door.
Her vision was obscured by tiny black any yellow dots when she heard the footsteps again. She closed her eyes in order to save her energy. She needed to focus. How many people were there?
It sounded like more than one. Suddenly, she could hear men's voices. They were muffled, but their low registers indicated to Gisselle that they were most likely male voices.
The floor creaked again and the voices spoke louder more aggressively this time. It sounded as if one were giving orders to the others. After a moment of silence, the heavy door was thrown open. Gisselle's startled eyes met the man's.
