In a cage

Postby lasse672000 » Fri Aug 13, 2010 12:11 pm

I went to an all-girls school and I’ve just had the most extraordinary experience. It started Friday afternoon. I was in the locker-room getting ready to change out of my regulatory black leotard and white tights after my ballet-class. All of a sudden, a teacher opened the door, poked her head through it and told me to go to the principals’ office.
“Why? I haven’t done anything wrong!” I said.
“How should I know why the principal wants to speak with you? Come on, hurry up girl! Put your coat and sneakers on and your clothes in your bag and run. You know the principal doesn’t like to be kept waiting!” the teacher angrily said.
Of course, I did as I was told, and a couple of minutes later I knocked on the door. I was told to enter. As I stepped through the door, I noticed a cage, maybe a meter squared. It had bars all around and on the top. On two of the sides, there were loops, as if to put something through them. The top was opened, sort of like a lid.
“There you are child, at last!” The principal said. “I’ve been told you are quite agile, for your age, so I thought I’d test something out on you. Would you be so kind as to climb in to the cage for me?”
Again, I did as I was told, and that’s when it all became surreal. As I stood there, I was told to cross my hands behind my back. As I did so, I could feel something being tightly wrapped around my wrists, and tied off between them. Then another rope was put around my waist, pinning my arms to the small of my back. I was told to sit down and the lid slammed shut. So there I was, in my ballet-clothes, locked in a cage, with my hands tied behind my back! A padlock was put on the lid. Then the principal said: “See if you can put your feet through the bars for me, child.”
After a bit of manoeuvring I could, and my feet were tied together, too. “So, here’s the challenge! Get out of the cage, and I’ll let you go free. If not, well, we’ll get to that when that time comes. The key to the padlock is on the floor next to you. With your hands free, you shouldn’t have any problems reaching it.”
I noticed she didn’t say ‘if that time comes’ but ‘when that time comes’. ‘That sounded kind of ominous.’ I thought. Anyway, with the principal as an interested spectator, I started searching for the knot with my fingers. I could feel it, but I just couldn’t get to it, no matter how hard I tried. After having watched me fumble around in vain for a couple of minutes, she said with a theatrical yawn:”This is getting boring, you know. I have better things to do, than watching a young girl, such as yourself making a fool of her, like that!” With that, she left me and sat down behind her desk. “Tell me when you’ve finished trying, and I’ll have someone come and pick you up.”After an hour of trying my best, I finally said:”I can’t get free, miss. Could you please help me?”
“I do have to give you full marks for trying the near impossible, child. Even the great Houdini himself, would have had a hard time getting out of there, I think.” she said. “Now sit tight (as if you could do anything else) and I’ll have someone come and get you out of here as soon as possible” She picked up the phone and dialled a number. “You can have her now!” was all she said. Then she went over to me with another piece of rope, which she tied to one of the bars, fed it through the gap between the bars, and around my hands, tying it off on the next bar. That made it impossible for me to slide forwards. She was just finished, when there was a knock on the door. Through it came two large men, carrying a metal-rod, which they threaded through the loops on top of the cage. They lifted it up and started carrying it. I braced myself as best I could, as the cage started swaying from side to side, like a ship in a storm. They carried me down the stairs, into the now empty hall. They put me down in the back of a minivan that was parked outside. It started moving and soon it was on the freeway, heading I don’t know where.
When it stopped, we were outside a warehouse. The backdoor opened and I was carried inside, cage and all. I was carried into a small room, the door was closed and my feet were untied and the rope around my wrists holding me to the bars was taken away. Then, the lid of the cage was opened, and I was helped out of the cage. My hands were freed and I was told:”Get a good nights’ sleep. You’ll be shipped out tomorrow.”
“Shipped out?” I asked, but the door had already been closed and I was alone.
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Re: In a cage

Postby lasse672000 » Fri Aug 13, 2010 1:18 pm

I've noticed that I have a similar plot as james14, but I can honestly say I hadn't read his story before I started writing mine! :oops:
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Re: In a cage

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Aug 14, 2010 12:45 am

I guess not!
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Re: In a cage

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Aug 14, 2010 7:24 am

I was given food later on in the day, and as there was nothing else for me to do, I soon fell asleep. The next morning I was awakened by the door being opened and my jailor, who was carrying a tray with a tin mug, a plate of sandwiches and a bucket, simply said: “Eat this. I suggest you use the bucket also. I’ll be back in half an hour.” I did as I was told and a while later, he was back holding a rope in his hands.
“Turn around!” he said. He tied my hands together behind my back, and led me out of my prison. In the middle of the next room, I was told to stand perfectly still. I felt I was being watched by a number of persons, who were hidden behind a screen, and then some sort of bidding-frenzy started. When it had reached a fair amount (or so I thought, at least), someone shouted:”SOLD!” and I was lead away.
I wasn’t taken back to the prison-cell, though. Instead, I was taken to the cage I had arrived in yesterday. I was lifted into it and this time I was blindfolded, before I was told to sit down and put my feet between the bars. They were tied together, just as they had been yesterday. I could feel them tying my hands to the bars behind me. I heard the lid being closed and padlocked, and then the whole cage was lifted and carried away. It was put down a while later, and I heard an engine being started. Judging by the sound of the engine, I had been put in a larger vehicle than before.
After having been bounced around in the cage for a long while, the vehicle finally stopped. The cage was once again lifted up and carried in to a house. It was put down on what sounded like a stone floor. A voice said:”Sign here and she’s all yours.” A few minutes later, I heard the door close. The lid of the cage was opened, and I heard a voice say:”Isn’t she just perfect! Let’s get her out of there, so we can take a better look at her.” My feet were untied and the rope holding my hands anchored to the bars behind me was taken away. I was picked up and on to the cold stone floor. My blindfold was taken off, and when my eyes had adjusted to the dim light, I could see a man and a woman, both of them middle aged, standing in front of me.
“Welcome, dear!” the woman said. “From now on, you will be our new daughter, as well as our house keeper.”
Still with my hands tied behind me, I was taken on a tour of the house. It’s a quite grand two-story building from the turn of the 19th and 20th century. My bedroom is quite small, and the door can only be locked from the outside. There is a desk (where I’m sitting now) with a computer (with no Internet-connection) and that’s about it. The window is too small for me to climb out, and the walls are a disgusting lime-green colour. The closet consists of nothing else than clothes such as I was wearing when I came here i.e. black leotards and white pantyhose. There are some footed onesies as well. They are all pink and covered with little white bears. In a drawer in the closet, I found underwear. The strange thing is; the clothes are all my size.
When the tour was over, I was taken back to the hall. The husband put cuffs on my ankles, which had a chain between them, just long enough for me to walk with relative ease, but running is out of the question. Then the rope tying my hands together was taken off. I was told I had to do household chores all day, but that I was to eat and watch TV with them. The cuffs on my feet are to be taken off at night, and put back on in the morning when I’m dressed. When they go out, I’m to be kept tied up in the cage.
From now on, this seems to be my life. I don’t know where I am or who these people are. I’m just told to call them ‘Mum’ and ‘Dad’. My school- and ballet-dancing-days are over!
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Re: In a cage

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Aug 16, 2010 4:30 am

OK! So I lied. They do take me out sometimes. But then I always wear a cape to hide the fact that my arms are bound together. I put my hands behind my back and grab hold of the elbows, and “dad” ties my left wrist to my right elbow, and vice versa. I wear a long skirt to hide my shackled ankles. Sometimes we walk, but mostly we go by car.
When we visit people, it’s always families with kids, mostly girls but there are a couple of boys as well, in the same situation as me (that is half housekeeper, half member of the family), and the same kind of clothes as me. We kids/teenagers are tied to hard wooden chairs along one wall, by our waists and our ankles. Then, we are left to amuse ourselves, as best we can, while the grown-ups have their “serious conversations”. Sometimes it’s over a cup of coffee and sometimes not. After an hour or sometimes more, we kids are released and my “parents” and I go home again. Occasionally those meetings take place at my “parents” home.
The other day I heard a commotion from the basement, where my cage now stands. I looked down, and saw “dad” clearing space on one side of it, presumably to put another cage there! When “mum” saw me standing there, she whispered excited:”We’re off to get you a sister, my dear. What do you say about that? Or maybe it’ll be a brother, we don’t really know yet. Only time will tell.” Then she raised her voice and called out:”Have you finished, dear?”
“I’m just about done here, dear. You can bring her down now, so I can get her ready, and then we’ll be off. We’re already late as it is, you know. I could have done this when we came home, but oh no, it had to be done right away, hadn’t it. Anyhow, don’t just stand there; get down here, you two!”
We went down the stairs and over to him. Now the by now all too familiar routine of putting me inside the cage began. A stool was put on the outside of the cage, and one on the inside, so I could step in by myself. Then my hands were tied together behind my back, and I sat down on the floor. But instead of being told to put my feet out between the bars, I was told to sit cross-legged. “Mum” knelt down and started tying my crossed legs together, mid-calf, while “dad” closed the lid and put the padlock in place. It wasn’t the most comfortable sitting-position in the world, but I was in no position to argue. Having done all that, they left saying: “We’ll be home shortly!”
I looked at the clock hanging on the wall beside the door and saw it was close to mid-day. I leaned my head against the bars, and I must have dozed off. The next time I looked, it was almost two o’clock. There is a garage next to the room, where I was being held, and I suddenly heard the garage door being opened. Something that sounded like a van stopped inside and a slide-door opened and, after a while, it closed again. In between it being opened and closed, I heard something rather heavy being dragged out and put down on the concrete-floor. Then the door connecting the two rooms was opened, and another cage was wheeled in. This one was tall, maybe 1 meter 60, and tube-shaped. It was maybe 50 centimetres across. Inside stood a girl, with her hands tied behind her back, as mine were, and blindfolded.
She was dressed the same way I was, leotard and pantyhose. But she, poor girl, wore a lime-green leotard and a pair of blue pantyhose. The tubular contraption was set down next to my cage, and her blindfold was taken off. “Listen up, girls. You have a nice chat and we’ll be back, after having filled in all the paper work.” Then “mum” and “dad” left us. At first, we looked at each other rather shyly, but soon she told me her name and I told her mine. I told her what to expect from now on, and she seemed to accept it all too willingly, maybe because she thought I was lying or something.
Our “parents” came back, and they more or less told her the same thing I had. Then they opened our cages and helped us out. She had been given a small room beside mine, and it had similar furniture as mine, in other words, not a lot.
I feel sorry for the poor girl, but I’m glad there are two of us now. I’m not sure I could have endured being almost all alone for much longer.
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Re: In a cage

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Dec 07, 2010 4:21 am

leotardtiedupfun wrote:plez can u wright more i can take not know what happend to the other leotard girl

OK. I'll give it a go.

Re: In a cage

Postby BoundTight1 » Thu Jan 13, 2011 6:47 am

It was the Same Plot I had in one of my stories aswell but I removed it because I had a few complaints about the content of a slave Auction...