Princess Gracie Caged
Gracie knelt in the cramped iron cage, her soft curves pressed uncomfortably against the unyielding steel. The ropes dug tightly into her tender flesh, framing the full swell of her bound breasts and cinching around her slim waist, emphasizing every delicate contour of her figure. Her hips, shapely and alluring, strained against the confines of the cage as she tried in vain to shift into a more comfortable position, the cold iron bars biting into her skin. Around her neck a steel collar glinted cruelly around her neck, tethered to a chain rattling with every slight movement, a stark symbol of her helplessness. Her gag muffled her soft, pitiful whimpers, her emerald eyes glistening with tears that spilled down her flushed cheeks. Each rise and fall of her chest, labored beneath the ropes' cruel grip, was a silent plea for mercy, one Sarrya would never grant. The sorceress lounged on her throne above, her gaze fixed on Gracie’s trembling form, savoring the sight of the princess's beauty reduced to submission. Below the floor, the tortured cries of Gracie's parents echoed from the dungeons, each one deepening the weight of her shame and despair as she knelt, bound and displayed, in Sarrya's merciless court.
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