She undressed, placing her clothes and purse into her overnight bag, then took out her chains. The cool, night air carressed her naked skin as she puzzled over the new device: a metal chastity belt. It fit through her crotch and around her waist, locking closed for a snug fit. She was freshly shaved, so her pussy lips poked out through the small slit opening in the belt. The rest of the procedure was old hat. First, she locked the waist ring and collar on. Next, the fetters snapped on with a satisfying click.

She took the clamps and looked at them. She'd never worn nipple clamps before. Grabbing one breast, she squeezed the clamp and placed its jaws over the soft flesh of her nipples. Taking a deep breath, she let go. The pain was excruciating. She screamed into her gag and sank to the floor. She couldn't go on. This was too intense. No! It was now or never. Gathering all her strength, she grabbed the other breast and applied the clamp. Pain shot up from her protesting nipples, but she did her best to endure. Once she regained her composure, she completed the bondage by locking in her wrists.

At the edge of the gloom, she spied a small cage, barely three feet tall and no wider than she was. She ran her fingers along the welded steel (and very solid) bars, which criss-crossed on all sides. It looked quite heavy, but it rested on four casters so it could be moved easily. The door creaked slightly on its hinges as she swung it open. Once closed, its self-closing latch would take a key to open again; a key which she didn't have.

She got down and crawled awkwardly inside. Definitely a tight fit! Reaching back with her leg, she caught the door with her toe and pulled. It creaked and groaned, and slammed shut. Alone she rested on her knees, helpless in her tiny prison. The shackles dug painfully into her ankles, and she did her best to achieve a comfortable position. The light turned off suddenly, shrouding her in utter darkness. The cold bars touched from all sides, sending shivers throughout her body.

As time went on, her excitement waned and gave way to worry. It only pricked at first, but eventually began to gnaw at her. What was she doing here? She'd only seen this guy once over the internet. He could be anybody. Worse, nobody knew where she was! She'd only told her boss that she was going on vacation for two weeks, nothing more. If she never came back, nobody would know where to look for her. The silence pushed opressively down upon her. "Nnnnnnnnngh!" she cried into the darkness. To her plaintive whimpers, only the creaks and groans of an empty building replied.

Alone. She shifted her position, then returned to shivering in the darkness. Why did she come here? Why had she listened to him in the first place? What if he had no intention of coming? She'd be trapped here, waiting for anyone who might enter. She shifted again and felt the nipple clamps tug as the chain caught on something.

The door creaked open. Cynthia remained perfectly still. Kind of pointless, actually. Her cage stood out boldly in the midle of the room. The light came on as heavy footsteps entered the building. They moved at an easy pace, stopping next to her cage. "Even when I see it, I don't believe it!" a strange voice exclaimed. "Nnnnngh!" She struggled in her cage, but of course it was useless. "Whoa, calm down, girl." She heard a chain rubbing against the cage, and suddenly felt her throbbing nipples being pulled. "Nnngh!" The man chuckled. "Awfully sensitive there, aintcha?" The pull intensified, and she pushed against the back of the cage to compensate. A pair of hands encircled her breasts and began to massage them, tugging at the clamps occasionally. Cynthia was terrified. Screaming was a moot point. Struggling was useless. He continued his lesiurely violation of her imprisoned body. "I'd sure love a piece o' yer ass right now, girlie. Too bad you're spoken for!" She felt his rough hand rubbing her behind. "Lucky for you, I guess. I like to play rough." The cage began to move. "Holy shit, you're wet!" The cage rolled back some more. "Look at the mess you made on the floor, you little slut!" Her juices had been dripping down her legs for some time, and there were two small puddles on the floor where the cage had been sitting. Her cheeks burned in humiliation. "Oh, he's gonna LOVE you."

The cage was in motion again, and rolled out the door towards a waiting truck. He wheeled Cynthia's cage along the pavement and onto a metallic platform. A steady whine filled the air as she was lifted even with the truck bed. She couldn't make anything out from the gloom inside, but he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. She heard the odd clanks as things touched the side of her cage, but couldn't really tell what was going on beyond that. The man's sillhouette appeared briefly against the night sky, only to be blotted out as the door rolled shut. Cynthia waited, alone and afraid, in the darkness. The engine roared to life and she was in motion. It was impossible to say how long they drove for, but it seemed like an eternity in the darkness. Every time the truck lurched forward, she would be pushed headfirst against the cage, and her nipple clamps would stretch her painfully. Completely disoriented, alone, naked and bound, she could do nothing but await her fate. Eventually, the vehicle slowed, then stopped. She heard the driver walk to the back of the truck. The door rolled up, spilling bright light into the cab. Through the glare, she thought she saw the man enter, then darkness descended as he put a cover over the cage. She was in motion again. The cage made numerous turns, and at one point went down an elevator. Finally its motion ceased, and the cover was removed. The light blinded her again, but was quickly replaced by darkness as a heavy door creaked and slammed shut behind her. The boots faded into the distance, leaving her alone with her thoughts. All thoughts of a game had vanished. This was for real! This was her life she was throwing away like a cheap trinket! As the hopelessness sunk in, she began to whimper softly.

The door opened once again, spilling a rectangle of light around her cage on the cobblestone floor. A sillhouette appeared, and footsteps approached. She felt a tugging on her waist, and suddenly the chastity belt fell away. She moaned as a finger invaded her labia, caressing her clittoris. The stimulation continued until she was breathing heavily through her nostrils, then stopped suddenly. A face appeared before her. She couldn't really see that well in the gloom, but it looked familiar. It was then joined by an unmistakable voice. "Hello, princess." her master cooed. "Welcome to my lair."

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