Bondage In The Cave
This is from a capture story called The Cave, by “Leviticus”:
Jill sighed and let her head fall back on the bed of sand where she lay and closed her eyes again. She wished for the escape of sleep but knew it was no good. Once awake she tended to stay that way, even under these hellish conditions. She brought her hands to her face, ignoring the jingle of chain, and wept without tears.
Presently though, she uncurled and sat up. She ignored the sand adhering to the rest of her body and attempted to stand up. It wasn’t easy, for her ankles were cuffed together with only three inches of chain between them, but she had gotten in a lot of practice lately. She raised herself almost to her full height and surveyed her world once more. Nothing had changed. The cave lay as desolate as when she went to sleep.
Only the cast iron bowl on the other side of the cave existed to tell anyone that someone human had been here. Someone other than Jill, that is. While they might not have been too surprised to see the man made object in the isolated cave stuck in the middle of a burning desert, they would certainly have been surprised to see its occupant.
Nude, chained hand and foot, Jill gave the appearance of being a wild woman barely tamed. Her hair was all over the place, her skin dirty and scraped, and her face… There was a haunted look about her face that spoke of suffering and loneliness. Yet, there was also something else there, a determination not to be beaten. Looking at her, they might think she had already succumbed, but one look at her eyes might tell them differently.
The trouble was, no one was there to see. No one came, except HIM.
From The Kristen Archives.
