The Cave
by Leviticus
Copyright© 2025 by Leviticus
Erotica Sex Story: A naked captive in a cave endures a monotonous routine of counting days and enduring hunger, and so the erotica begins...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual MaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Masturbation .
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 the 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 for him.
Jill closed her eyes for a moment, pushing the thought of him aside. She needed to concentrate, to maintain her routine. Jill was the kind of person who lived by the rhythm of her life. Everything was scheduled, everything well planned and thought out, repeated every day, security in sameness.
Well, she had sameness now, and it was driving her crazy. The same walls of this miserable cave. The same view of the desert from its mouth. The same way her hands and feet had been cuffed since she woke up here. The same food, the same water, the same visitor.
Jill shook her head. She looked down at her wrists, marked red and bruised under the hard metal handcuffs, a chain leading down to the cuffs about her ankles, stopping her from standing upright. That chain had been the only new thing added since she came here. Added to her bondage after she had managed to hop a quarter mile away from the cave before discovering that there was no place to hop to. No place where a nude and bound woman could survive without any way of carrying water.
She had simply stopped and sat dejected, until he had found her later that day and taken her back. He added the chain to prevent further tries, although Jill didn’t think she’d try again anyway. There was no need for bars in this prison, and she thought that even completely free, she wouldn’t stand a chance.
Jill looked up and brought herself back to the present. She crouched down and got to her knees, and then shuffled over the uneven cave floor to her calendar. The floor of the cave was made up of large slabs of rock and boulders, half filled in with sand that had blown in from the outside. In her chained state, it was hard to get anywhere, and her body testified to her hard existence here by the number of bruises covering it.
But Jill was determined to reach her calendar, a relatively smooth section of cave wall where she had been scratching a record of each day she spent here. Marking the calendar was a part of her new routine, and it was in her routine that Jill kept her sanity.
She sat down, bare skin against bare rock, and picked up the small stone she had been using to scribe with. Laboriously, she hacked at the wall, carving a short line among the others already there. Whispering to herself, she put down the stone and began to count. Even though she knew by heart already how long she had been there, she counted anyway.
“ ... fourteen ... fifteen ... sixteen ... seventeen ... eighteen. Eighteen days,” she said to herself. Eighteen days since she woke up here naked and bound. Eighteen days since she left for work one ordinary morning, kissing her husband goodbye as always, dropping her two children off at school as per her routine. Eighteen days.
Jill sighed, and tried not to think about them. She had to assume her calendar was right, although she wasn’t absolutely sure. She might be one or two days off, she didn’t know. What she did know was that there were no deserts anywhere near where she lived, so if her family was looking for her, they had no hope of finding her. Wherever she was, she was a very long way from home.
Jill started coughing again, and curled up where she sat, her throat feeling like sandpaper in the dry, dusty air. Despite eating somewhat regularly and having as much water as she needed to drink, she hadn’t been feeling all that well for a few days now. Sleeping and living rough as she was now was not what her body needed. It didn’t need to be kept here where nothing lived. It didn’t need to be kept chained and naked like an animal. It didn’t need any of this.
Jill fought against the depression that threatened to overwhelm her and shakily got to her hands and feet. She shuffled slowly toward the heavy metal bowl of water and dipped her hands in it, smearing the warm, brackish liquid over her dry skin.
She would have given almost anything for a bath, to immerse herself in water and just soak it in, but this was all the water she had, and it was for drinking only. He usually refilled it when he visited, but it seemed like there was only just enough to last her until then ... if she didn’t waste it. She bent low, and stuck her dirty face in the water, and drank her fill, before moving reluctantly away.
Her stomach growled; it was hungry, but she had no food to give it. While he would leave her water, he wouldn’t leave her food. Instead, he insisted that she eat only while he was there, making her gorge until she couldn’t stuff herself any longer before taking the food away. She would have to survive on what she had eaten until his next visit, which was usually every two or three days, although once it had been four.
That time she had been scared more than she already was. He was her lifeline; her source of water and food. He was the only person she had seen since she woke up here, and for all she knew, he was the only person who knew where she was. Her chances of survival were irrevocably linked to him. Without him, she knew she was dead. If she let herself, Jill would have worried constantly whether he was all right, if he had been in a car accident, or arrested or something. Anything that would prevent him from coming back here. Her mind could easily fill with the possibilities.
Jill pushed such thoughts away from her, intent on her routine. She made her way to the cave mouth, and into the sunlight.
The sun was still low, and the chill of the desert was still in the air. Yet the sun’s rays were warm, and Jill pulled herself out onto a rock, where she lay like a lizard, absorbing the heat. The sun on her skin was the only good feeling she had discovered since waking up here, and while Jill knew she was risking sunburn, she found herself needing this momentary pleasure, for it was the only one she had. At least she kept her sunbathing to the early morning and late evening, so she avoided the worst of the sun’s damaging UV, but even then, under the layer of dirt that covered her, she had developed a tan. More than two weeks in the desert would do that to anyone.
At first, she would come out here and scan the horizon, looking for any sign of someone passing by her lonely outpost. She actually had a good view; her cave was set into the side of a wide valley that reminded her a little of some old Westerns she had watched as a kid. Yet even those movies had shown more life than she could see now. Brush, a few gnarled trees, tumbleweed. None of that here! Jill would love to see some tumbleweed go by. But it was more like living on the moon, and if she hadn’t seen it in the sky at night, she might have believed she was there.
The only sign of life she had seen was the occasional jet drawing lines across the sky. She knew they were miles up above her, but she had waved anyway.
Now she didn’t bother; she simply lay back and let the sun bathe her.
As she lay, she thought about how strange it was to be lying naked on a rock. The old Jill Garvey wouldn’t have dreamed of appearing outside like this. Even swimming with the family had meant donning a very modest one-piece suit first. It wasn’t that she wasn’t proud of her body; she was. It was just that she had been brought up to be conservative about it, to keep it for her husband’s eyes only.
Being here had certainly changed that, though. Discovering her nudity, and that there was absolutely nothing here for her to wear, had been a great shock to her already overloaded system. And when he had first visited, Jill had almost been in hysterics over his seeing her like this. Yet now when he came, his seeing her was the least of her problems, and lying out here in the sun without a stitch on was a pleasure, not a punishment. She took what little happiness she could.
But soon the sun grew warmer, and as it climbed rapidly into the sky, Jill knew she had to go back inside the cave. It would be murder to stay out where the sun could cook her naked skin.
During the day, Jill could feel the heat coming off the surrounding rocks as the sun baked them, and she would have to retreat to the back of the little cave to avoid the worst of it. Even then, it got quite stifling inside her rock shelter, and relief didn’t come until the sun dropped below the horizon and the desert cooled. So she lay and tried to sleep, or tried to fill her time with limited exercise in order to keep her strength up. She tried to invent word games, thought puzzles; anything to stave off the worry that she felt could creep up and overwhelm her at any moment. The biggest puzzle she tried to solve though, was why?
WHY was she here?
WHAT did she do to him to deserve such a fate?
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