Chapter 478 Her Pussy Down His Cock:>Ep8

• Clara's eyes fluttered open and she pulled the covers up more tightly over her form to protect against the cold. Her rear hurt and she needed to use the restroom, but in her sleep-addled state, she was more concerned with the cold that was making her shiver. My bed is more comfortable than usual, she thought as she rolled over contentedly. She reached for her phone to check the time, but she didn't feel it beside her in bed. As she moved her hand over the sheets and blankets, realization dawned on her that they didn't feel right. She sat up quickly to gather stock of her surroundings. As she did, the lights illuminated automatically to reveal that she was being held in a cage large enough to hold several pieces of furniture. She looked beyond the cage bars to find that stalactites extended downward from the ceiling of what was apparently a large cavern. As she expected, when she searched the edges of the cavern floor, there were clusters of stalagmites near the walls of the cavern, shooting upward. I'm in a fucking cage in mother fucking Lost River Caverns... or Merrimack Caverns, or wherever, and something is definitely up my ass!
• Clara pulled herself from the bed and hoisted a foot on the mattress so her fingers could explore behind her. Sure enough, there was now a bar of some sort going from the bottom of her chastity cup, extending upward a few inches above the cleft of her ass cheeks where it ended with a flat, round plate that adhered to her skin much as the cup itself did. The bar was rigid, no wider than a plump stringbean, and curved perfectly to keep it flush against her body. Though she was able to wedge her finger beneath it, it was too snug for her to be able to grab it. It held a plug inside her with no base for her to grip. Upon further exploration, she realized it was threaded through the bar that ran up along her body, holding it firmly in place. The plug could not be removed without removing the bar, and she was sure that the only person who was going to be able to do that was Ian Kline. Nevertheless she pulled at it. It held firm. Her fingers grazed the flat, circular disk that served as an anchor for the rear bar. She could not dig even a fingernail beneath it, just as she could not slip anything beneath the cup that covered her sex.
• A full-length mirror stood outside of the cage, just beyond arm's length from the bars. She couldn't touch it, but she could see her reflection. Clara pulled the satin nightie she wore up to her waist and tried looking at herself in the mirror. What little she could see behind her confirmed what she felt with her fingers. A gold plate was stuck to her lower back and a solid bar plunged into the crack of her ass, disappearing from view unless she held her cheeks open.