Sara was off for the day. Friday she didn't have to work and was not going to tell anyone where to find her. She put on her white bikini and headed for the beach. Parking in the lot for the public beach she hiked to the private beach 100 yards down the road. Blanket in hand a bag with: lotion, flip-flops, snorkel, flippers, mask, flashlight and a book for when she got tired and a cooler with lunch. She was set for the day. She loved the beach and spent all her spare time there. The private beach was a small cove tucked in among trees and grasses with a 25 foot stretch of white sand that no one else knew about, at least she had never seen anyone there. It was protected on two sides by rocks and a high cliff and the other side by woods and a fence. Sara had found an opening where she could just squeeze thru the fence.
Alone on her private piece of paradise she spread out her blanket kicked off her shoes and rubbed lotion on her body and started to sun. It was a beautiful day 9am not a cloud in the sky. The sun was hot and it did not take long before Sara was frying and need to cool off. She decided to don her snorkel, mask, fins and light and go for a swim.
The water was cool and clear as she swam out toward the point of the rocks. The surf was strong but like many times before she would go under to swim to the rocks so the wave wouldn't pound her. As she swam along the rocks she noticed a large opening. She peeked inside and could see the surface of the water above her. She decided to investigate but need another breath first. She headed to the surface cleared her snorkel and took a deep breath, then returned to the opening. Inside the cave she went straight to the surface to check for air. The cave emptied into a room with a ceiling about 10 ft high. She let out a little breath then breathed thru her nose. The air was fine a damp musty smell but she felt fine. She climbed onto the rocks and out of the water. Removing her mask and flippers she stood up in the room. Another opening was just in front of her.
She entered the opening and made her way down a narrow passage. At the end of the passage was a rusty iron gate. The gate was iron bars joined together by metal straps. It looked like it had been there for hundreds of years. As she tugged on the gate it squeaked then moved in a little. Pushing hard she was able to open it enough to just squeeze in.
The gate guarded the entrance to a staircase. About 5 steps in all she climbed the steps and entered a large room. A beam of light entered the room from the ceiling and made a bright jagged circle in the middle of the room. Hanging from the walls were chains and shackles. A large metal cage, like a tall birdcage hung from the ceiling on one side, and another gate guarded a doorway on the other.
Sara walked around the room studying the artifacts. It was like something from an old pirate movie. A skeleton hung from one set of shackles. It was seated on the floor with its wrists and ankles chained to the wall. A thick iron collar was locked around its neck and also chained to the wall. Shining her light into the eye sockets Sara could almost imaging the person who once animated the now lifeless form. Reaching out a shaky finger she touched the face then the iron collar. It was cold and damp her heart pounded in her throat as she noticed a metal band encircling its waist. From the center of the band a chain went down between the legs to a metal plate and up the back to the waist again. Two steel rods were attached to the plate and went inside the pelvic bone of the skeleton about 4 inches, one from the front and one from the back.
Judging by the belt the skeleton had to be a female. Its arms were held at neck height by the shackles. The person was seated with her legs folded to one side. Unable to touch herself or reach her mouth she had apparently starved to death sitting there.
The room had an eerie quiet. For the first time Sara realized she could not hear the roar of the waves. She stood up and walked around studying the room. It was a prison cell where people would be left to die. How was it that no one had ever discovered it? As she walked around the room Sara was fascinated by the predicament. What would it have been like to be left here unable to escape?
Overtaken by the thought Sara sat on the cool damp floor under one set of shackles. The bands were rusted in position slightly open, she was just able to slip her hands and feet into them. Leaning back against the wall she closed her eyes and tugged at her bonds imaging what it must have been like. The chains meet her pull with a firm force. She could feel the cold metal on her limbs her pussy wet as she pretended to struggle. What a delicious erotic feeling it was to be bound to the wall. From her seat on the floor Sara noticed the birdcage hanging majestically from the ceiling.
Sara's worked her limbs out of the rust frozen shackles and walked over toward the birdcage. It was easily 6-foot tall and 3-foot diameter and hung about 3 feet off the ground. It had a door in the back and shackles for the wrists, ankles and neck of its occupant hanging inside. Sara wiggled a thin metal bar that held the hasp closed until it came free allowing the hasp to open. Grasping a bar of the cage she gave a firm tug. The door swung open easily with only a soft squeak sound. Her stomach fluttered as she pulled herself up and stepped inside the cage.
Kneeling down she raised the shackles and slipped one around each ankle. The hinges of the shackles moved slightly not enough to close and lock but she was able to close them enough her foot would not slid out. Her ankles were now held 1 foot apart by a chain that attached to the floor of the cage on either side. Reaching behind her she closed the door and hooked the hasp with the bar so it would not open. She carefully worked the iron collar around her neck and pushed the ends closed somewhat. The last adornments were the wrist cuffs. She grasped the frozen shut cuff with one hand then wiggled her other hand into the cuff. The chain was too short for her reach the other cuff, actually she was only able to grasp the bar of the cage with the cuffed hand. She picked up the last cuff with her free hand, balancing it against the bars she wiggled her hand into the cuff. She was now locked inside the cage with her hands, neck and ankles chained to the cage. She tugged against her bonds unable to touch herself or lift her feet more than an inch off the floor. The erotic feeling of her predicament came over her like a flood. She stood in an iron cage, closed her eyes and twisted and tugged at her bonds. She was a captured slave girl being punished. Her pussy wet as she reached down to rub her swollen clit the sudden catch of her chained wrist pulled her back to reality. Startled she looked around leaning forward trying to reach her sex. Frustrated she had some feeling of what it would have actually been like. Her pussy longed for touch but her hands were held just short of reaching. Tugging playfully at the bars and twisting and fighting for freedom she enjoyed teasing herself.
Sara rested back against the cage when she suddenly became aware the cage was lowering. She jumped with fright, panicked she feverishly fought to get her hands free, the cage swung wildly as she tugged at the cuffs trying to slip her wrists out. The chain twisted and the cuff caught on her wrist. She carefully slipped the cuff through the bars and hooked it on the outside. She slowly wiggled her hand and twisted her wrist free. A hand grabbed her fingers just as they were slipping out of the cuff and pulled them back into the cuff.
" Here let me help you with that a voice said. "
Sara looked up in terror standing in front of her was a man in his thirties wearing only a Speedo jockey style swim suit.
"No stop." Sara protested
She fought as the man put a wrench in the cuff on her wrist and tightened it closed. He then did the same to the other wrist and the collar.
"No please let me go, you can't do this." She cried as he pushed a shiny red rubber ball between her pursed lips.
"You are such a doll." he said, "what a catch" he gloated as he reached behind her head and bucked the gag tight in her mouth.
Sara tugged and fought against her bonds she chewed on the gag struggling to get free. The man reached into the bars with a knife and slit the strings on her bikini top and bottom. The suit dropped to the floor of the cage. The stranger stroked her wet pussy. She was completely helpless as he pinched her clit and rubbed her to a strong climax.
"Your enjoying this, we are going to have some real fun" he said laughing. "Don't go anywhere I'll be back I need to get your stuff off the beach". With that he slipped a shiny lock into the hasp of the cage and locked it tight.
Sara watched as the man exited the room through the other door. Once alone she fit the cuff through the bars and hooked it again twisting and wiggling her hand but she was unable to slid out of the cuff. Her hands were trapped she could not move them more than a couple of inches. She twisted around and looked at the hasp, it was locked with a new padlock, she pushed against the door but it only rattled. She was trap the realization came over her like a wave. She chewed on the gag and coughed as spit ran down her throat and her chin. She shook her head trying to dislodge the gag to no avail; her only option was to wait for her captor to return.
The iron gate guarding the second entrance opened with a squeak. Hi Sara hope you didn't miss me too bad. "How's my little girl doing? I've gotta surprise for you." He held up a handful of chain for her to see. Continuing around behind her he open the door to the cage. Then he wrapped the chain around her waist pulling it very tight above her hips. Hanging down the front was another length of chain with a 4-inch metal rod halfway down the chain. She tensed as he pressed the rod firmly into her dripping sex, then pulled the chain tight and locked it to the waist chain. All right lets get you out of here. He removed the iron collar from her neck and replaced it with a wide leather one. Unfastening the cuff on her wrists he quickly pulled her hands behind her back and locked them in the cuffs attached to the collar. Her arms were held bent at the elbow and attached at the wrists. Next he pulled her ankles out of the shackles and helped her out of the cage. Clipping a leash to the collar he lead her out of the gate into another hallway.
Sara resisted slightly as the man tugged her down the hallway. The metal rod in her sloshed back and forth with each step pushing her almost to orgasm as she walked.
"I ditched your car at the mall, hopefully the police will assume you disappeared from there. Your license said you're 22 Sara that is the perfect age. Completely developed and impressionable enough to mold."
Sara fought harder now as the man led her by the leash to another door. This one was new looking made of wood. The man inserted a key and opened the door. Once inside the man continued. " You probably didn't notice the mansion on top of the cliff. I could see you from my house sunning on the beach. I loved it when you would take off your top. I often wondered how I could catch you. You know? We are actually in the basement of my mansion. My great, great, great grandfather built the house 200 years ago. He used to kidnap young women from the village and keep them in our dungeon. You might say I'm carrying on the family tradition."
Sara fought back tears as the man pushed her into a cell and closed the door with a loud clank. From her cell Sara could see several other girls in a similar situation as herself. All bound and gag all naked and scared. Some in cages, some stocks or just chained to the wall. Sara sat on the cot in her cell and stared at the king-size bed in the center of the room. She knew what her purpose for being here was.
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