There is no need whatsoever to apologies – I’m glad your enjoying the stories. This is my first time attempting doing this, and I’m hoping to improve.
At this point Kate and her mother are very much, in my mind at least, still alive.
Kate is fighting for her life - her mother is watching her sweet girl be tortured just feet away from her, helpless to do anything, and terrified of watching her daughter be killed in front of her eyes.
Perhaps some more mother daughter bonding time would be beneficial for them?
In the interest of character development:
The man is in his early 40’s. He does consulting work for an IT firm which allows him to work his own hour and spend time on other projects. He had to complete national services in his home country, so knows how to handle himself, and is handy with tools and so on.
Many years ago he did some bondage photos with an abduction and torture scenario with an ex, and after they broke up he began sharing a few of the photos with some online forums, and over time developed a few trusted individuals who shared their thoughts and ideas.
As they built trust the idea was floated of capturing a girl for real. Being a meticulous planner, the man had laid out his plans for how it could work, including how the costs associated with the infrastructure needed could be split - he used his skills to design some of the works that would be needed, learning any necessary techniques like making concrete formwork, using projects around his house as practice.
He also included a hefty cost that would be associated with him doing the physical work, meaning there was nothing to link them should he be caught.
There was a lot of uncertainty, having never met in person, but they mutually assured each other that the scheme was viable, and took the plunge, and now, every so often they identify a subject worthy of their of special attention.
The man also occasionally finds a subject to enjoy just by himself, but the group provided a nice financial aspect in addition to the obvious other benefits.
He LOVES his unofficial job, but prides himself on his professionalism, taking care of business before pleasure.
Finally, here’s a someone else I think should be made to suffer a lot.
Chari Hawkins: USA Heptathlete.
The bed photo is from a she did a feature on how she sleeps – my suggestion would be tightly bound, terrified about what tomorrow will bring after being taken forcefully many times today..
Athletic GIMPs
Re: Athletic GIMPs
Breaking Heidi
Part IV: The Physical Therapist
For the third time since her abduction, Heidi emerged from unconsciousness, and again began to take stock of her surroundings.. How long had she been out? She felt groggier than she had before, and things were slower to come into focus.
The horrible gag was still stuffing her mouth, she tried moving her body and again found she was restrained. This time she found her hands spread wide above her head, and her ankles were also held apart by a metal bar, slightly wider than shoulder width apart. Her shoulders were sore, she wasn’t sure how long she’d been handing there unconscious, but at least now she was awake her legs were able to support her weight, and she was at able to stand with her feet flat on the floor as she regained her faculties.
She was still clad in her riding gear, which was a small comfort to Heidi, even though her spread position made her feel extremely vulnerable, which of course she was.
She heard the man’s voice talking to someone, as her vision swam into focus she saw 2 people in front of her. She recognized the man from yesterday (was it yesterday she thought?), and the presence of another person ratchetted her fear up a notch.. She had held onto a thread of hope that the online meeting was just a fake to scare her, but the presence of another man had pretty much dashed that hope.
Wait, was that a woman’s voice?? This shocked Heidi – she hadn’t even considered that any of her tormentors would be female.. The newcomer was now speaking, and she could make out more details.. Heidi estimated she was probably 4-6 inches shorter than her, athletic looking also but not the long lean body type that Heidi had – stockier and stronger.. She wore black ¾ length lycra leggings, leaving her toned calves on display, running shoes without socks and a pink hoody - she wouldn’t have looked out of place in any gym in the country. She couldn’t guess her age, but the way she carried herself Heidi guessed she was in her early 40’s.
Heidi started to be able to hear fragments of their conversation as they moved around, they appeared to be unpacking bags and boxes onto small carts that had appeared around the laptop stand.
“Yes I brought my own needles - don’t be offended - I know you have them, but I like to come prepared, I’ve been using these on my patients, they are so fine you barely feel them going in, but the results – amazing..”
“Did you get the peppers like we talked about last time?” “Yes, and looking at all the warnings that came on the package, I think at least we will be enjoying them, her not so much..” Laughter at this..
“I brought a strain gauge. I thought we could hook that into the winch so we can see the force it takes for them to dislocate, I’ve always been curious to see an actual number..”
“You said you had the tubing and the bulb? Good, I’ve got the electrolytes and the liquid food”
“Ah, I see she is coming round.. “
The woman stepped up to Heidi, placing her hands lightly on Heidi’s waist. Keeping her hands on her hips she walked behind Heidi, her hands enjoying the feel of her abdomen, and the outline of her hip bones. She traced her finger around Heidi’s navel before sliding her hand down her flat stomach, and into her shorts, her palm flat against the warm skin, feeling her body tense up. Again her fingers stopped just short of her labia..
Brushing her lips right up to Heidi’s left ear, almost under her breath: she whispered “I’m going to hurt you in ways that only a woman would know about. You are going to beg for me to kill you before the end..”
Even after all the things that the man had said about what would happen to her, this one filled her with the most dread.
The woman slowly removed her hand from Heidi’s shorts and returned to face her.
“Hi, my name is Lucy” she said as if introducing herself at a conference “I’m a physical therapist and I’ll be the one torturing you today”. She smiled widely, but Heidi’s eyes blazed at the smaller woman – she tried to headbutt her, her head being the only part of her body she could really move, Lucy had of course anticipated this and stood well back. “Now now, you and I are going to be very close, and get to know each other very well over the next while, I’d hate for us to get off on the wrong terms”.
She pulled out a set of medical shears and moved behind Heidi, waving the blades and snipping them in the air right in front of her eyes. She slipped the shears over the band of her shorts, the inner blade hovering inside her bikini bridge. She ran the blade across the trembling flesh, coming to rest on her right hip bone, the cold metal so close to her intimate areas bringing out the goosepimples on her skin.
Heidi held her breath. She’d know that she’d probably be stripped at some point, and she’d tried to prepare herself – she squeezed her eyes shut at the prospect of being exposed in front of these strangers.
The blade sliced the lycra neatly, the cut going downwards following the line where the top of her leg joined her pelvis. She stopped the cut just above the padding on the shorts.
Heidi couldn’t help worrying about this – these shorts had been expensive. She caught herself - In the middle of all of this she was worried about replacing her kit?? She was brought back to reality as Lucy moved the shears to Heidi’s left hip and repeated the process. The shorts peeled downwards, revealing the triangle of her lower abdomen. The shorts were still intact around her upper thighs and remained in place, the padding remaining tight against her intimate areas.
Lucy smiled at what she saw – the tan lines of a swimmer she thought. Heidi did all her outdoor swimming in a bikini type swimsuit to maximise her tan, but the triangle of material left a white area that never saw sunlight. Her mons pubis and the tops of her labia were just visible now, and Heidi tensed herself even more as Lucy slipped her fingers between the padding and her most intimate area, and was pleased to find that like many athletes, Heidi was clean shaven to avoid any chafing during exercise.
Lucy resisted the temptation to slip her fingers inside the terrified woman in front of her, although she was almost giddy with anticipation for that, it could wait – she had plenty of time..
She moved back to the monitor to make sure that the cameras were capturing every detail of Heidi’s body.
A combination of the heightened fear and attention to her private areas made Heidi realize something – she really had to pee. She hadn’t drunk much since leaving home, and her bike ride along with the exertions of her struggles had badly dehydrated her, but even so, she suddenly had to go.. She couldn’t bear the thought of going in front of these strangers – surely they didn’t want to see that and would let get go to a bathroom? Maybe the woman might take pity on her? She re-started her mewing, and tried to move her body to indicate that she had to go to the bathroom – she turned her knees as far inwards as the could, and tried to imitate the cartoon action of having to pee.. The pair looked up from the monitor and regarded Heidi with amusement.. Lucy walked back over towards Heidi, a look of feigned conern on her face.. “What’s the matter sweetie – do you need to go to the bathroom? Would you like us to take you to the washroom?” Heidi nodded frantically, but her relief was shortlived as Lucy laughed..
“Well my dear, we’ve kept an eye on you and figured you must need to go, I wondered how long we would have to wait..” She moved behind Heidi and put her arms around her waist. She joined her hands together half way between her belly button and her mons pubis and formed a ball with her fists..
She squeezed Heidi’s abdomen right where her bladder was located.. She started out with a gentle pressure, and steadily increased the squeeze until, with a gasp of despair, Heidi let her bladder go.
The urine flowed into the pad of the shorts, Lucy released one hand from the squeeze and used it to move the pad of the shorts around to make sure they were saturated, and once they could no longer absorb the stream, it continued down both her spread legs and collected in a small pools by her ankles.
She was so dehydrated the piss was a dark yellow, and had a very strong smell.. Heidi tried to avoid standing in the mess, moving her feet as best she could to avoid the puddles.
Lucy laughed again.. “oh don’t worry, if you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go..”
Moving quicky now, Lucy cut the shorts off Heidi, sliding the sharp blades downwards along her upper thighs, and put the sopping wet garment in a metal tray that was ready for exactly that purpose. They dropped into tray with a splut, and the wet shorts made a damp bundle about the size of a large grapefruit, the main bulk made up by the piss-soaked pad.
Heidi was bright red with shame, and had screwed her eyes shut throughout this humiliation, tears leaking through, small sobs escaping her gag.
She felt hands around her head, and the tape around her face being unwrapped, finally she would be able to move her jaw, and maybe reason with her captors - she hadn’t figured the real purpose for why the gag was being taken off.
The final layer of tape was removed, and she felt the padding in her mouth begin to move. She pushed with her tongue to spit out what was in there – only now did she reconise what had been in her mouth as her sopping wet socks dropped out onto the floor between her spread legs.
Heidi flexed her jaw for the first time since her capture was about to try to speak when she felt something shoved between her teeth, forcing her mouth wide open. The muscle under her jaw cramped instantly causing her to wince in pain, and she shook her head violently to try to dislodge the device. Lucy was stood in front of her, the man rapidly moved behind and grabbed Heidi’s ponytale, pulling her head violently downwards, resulting in Heidi looking up at the ceiling.
Lucy grabbed the bowl with the piss-soaked shorts.. Finally realizing what was about to happen, Heidi started to thrash as best she could, but her head was firmly held..
Lucy started to stuff the soaking wet shorts into Heidi’s mouth. The piss tasted vile, and was dribbling down her throat with her head tipped back like that. Heidi choked, but the grip remained and packing continued. The padding of the shorts was spongy, as she stuffed it into Heidi’s mouth, piss continually squeezed out.
“At least it’s your own piss, we talked about using ours.. And, while we’re on the subject, you’re lucky it’s just piss. You’ll have much worst things inside your mouth before you’re done” Lucy remarked to Heidi whilst she was packing the material into her cheeks.
She had to shove the final piece of material into Heidi’s mouth with her thumbs – her cheeks were bulging. Working with practiced efficiency, she removed the spreader gag and grabbed some pre-cut lengths of duct tape to rapidly seal Heidi’s lips before she could push out any of the wadding. Tape was round around her head several times, sealing the piss-soaked shorts into her mouth.
Her urine dribbled down her chin as she wretched inside her gag, Heidi was he sure she was going to choke on her own vomit..
They stood back and admired their handywork as Heidi snorted and bucked, struggling to adjust to the packing inside her head, trying in vain to shake the tape off. Heidi was now wearing only her sports bra, her muscular legs and midriff exposed. The nightmare of being forced to swallow her own piss had consumed her, she had completely forgotten about her lack of clothing, her feet splashing in puddles of her piss as she fought her restraints..
To be Continued
Part IV: The Physical Therapist
For the third time since her abduction, Heidi emerged from unconsciousness, and again began to take stock of her surroundings.. How long had she been out? She felt groggier than she had before, and things were slower to come into focus.
The horrible gag was still stuffing her mouth, she tried moving her body and again found she was restrained. This time she found her hands spread wide above her head, and her ankles were also held apart by a metal bar, slightly wider than shoulder width apart. Her shoulders were sore, she wasn’t sure how long she’d been handing there unconscious, but at least now she was awake her legs were able to support her weight, and she was at able to stand with her feet flat on the floor as she regained her faculties.
She was still clad in her riding gear, which was a small comfort to Heidi, even though her spread position made her feel extremely vulnerable, which of course she was.
She heard the man’s voice talking to someone, as her vision swam into focus she saw 2 people in front of her. She recognized the man from yesterday (was it yesterday she thought?), and the presence of another person ratchetted her fear up a notch.. She had held onto a thread of hope that the online meeting was just a fake to scare her, but the presence of another man had pretty much dashed that hope.
Wait, was that a woman’s voice?? This shocked Heidi – she hadn’t even considered that any of her tormentors would be female.. The newcomer was now speaking, and she could make out more details.. Heidi estimated she was probably 4-6 inches shorter than her, athletic looking also but not the long lean body type that Heidi had – stockier and stronger.. She wore black ¾ length lycra leggings, leaving her toned calves on display, running shoes without socks and a pink hoody - she wouldn’t have looked out of place in any gym in the country. She couldn’t guess her age, but the way she carried herself Heidi guessed she was in her early 40’s.
Heidi started to be able to hear fragments of their conversation as they moved around, they appeared to be unpacking bags and boxes onto small carts that had appeared around the laptop stand.
“Yes I brought my own needles - don’t be offended - I know you have them, but I like to come prepared, I’ve been using these on my patients, they are so fine you barely feel them going in, but the results – amazing..”
“Did you get the peppers like we talked about last time?” “Yes, and looking at all the warnings that came on the package, I think at least we will be enjoying them, her not so much..” Laughter at this..
“I brought a strain gauge. I thought we could hook that into the winch so we can see the force it takes for them to dislocate, I’ve always been curious to see an actual number..”
“You said you had the tubing and the bulb? Good, I’ve got the electrolytes and the liquid food”
“Ah, I see she is coming round.. “
The woman stepped up to Heidi, placing her hands lightly on Heidi’s waist. Keeping her hands on her hips she walked behind Heidi, her hands enjoying the feel of her abdomen, and the outline of her hip bones. She traced her finger around Heidi’s navel before sliding her hand down her flat stomach, and into her shorts, her palm flat against the warm skin, feeling her body tense up. Again her fingers stopped just short of her labia..
Brushing her lips right up to Heidi’s left ear, almost under her breath: she whispered “I’m going to hurt you in ways that only a woman would know about. You are going to beg for me to kill you before the end..”
Even after all the things that the man had said about what would happen to her, this one filled her with the most dread.
The woman slowly removed her hand from Heidi’s shorts and returned to face her.
“Hi, my name is Lucy” she said as if introducing herself at a conference “I’m a physical therapist and I’ll be the one torturing you today”. She smiled widely, but Heidi’s eyes blazed at the smaller woman – she tried to headbutt her, her head being the only part of her body she could really move, Lucy had of course anticipated this and stood well back. “Now now, you and I are going to be very close, and get to know each other very well over the next while, I’d hate for us to get off on the wrong terms”.
She pulled out a set of medical shears and moved behind Heidi, waving the blades and snipping them in the air right in front of her eyes. She slipped the shears over the band of her shorts, the inner blade hovering inside her bikini bridge. She ran the blade across the trembling flesh, coming to rest on her right hip bone, the cold metal so close to her intimate areas bringing out the goosepimples on her skin.
Heidi held her breath. She’d know that she’d probably be stripped at some point, and she’d tried to prepare herself – she squeezed her eyes shut at the prospect of being exposed in front of these strangers.
The blade sliced the lycra neatly, the cut going downwards following the line where the top of her leg joined her pelvis. She stopped the cut just above the padding on the shorts.
Heidi couldn’t help worrying about this – these shorts had been expensive. She caught herself - In the middle of all of this she was worried about replacing her kit?? She was brought back to reality as Lucy moved the shears to Heidi’s left hip and repeated the process. The shorts peeled downwards, revealing the triangle of her lower abdomen. The shorts were still intact around her upper thighs and remained in place, the padding remaining tight against her intimate areas.
Lucy smiled at what she saw – the tan lines of a swimmer she thought. Heidi did all her outdoor swimming in a bikini type swimsuit to maximise her tan, but the triangle of material left a white area that never saw sunlight. Her mons pubis and the tops of her labia were just visible now, and Heidi tensed herself even more as Lucy slipped her fingers between the padding and her most intimate area, and was pleased to find that like many athletes, Heidi was clean shaven to avoid any chafing during exercise.
Lucy resisted the temptation to slip her fingers inside the terrified woman in front of her, although she was almost giddy with anticipation for that, it could wait – she had plenty of time..
She moved back to the monitor to make sure that the cameras were capturing every detail of Heidi’s body.
A combination of the heightened fear and attention to her private areas made Heidi realize something – she really had to pee. She hadn’t drunk much since leaving home, and her bike ride along with the exertions of her struggles had badly dehydrated her, but even so, she suddenly had to go.. She couldn’t bear the thought of going in front of these strangers – surely they didn’t want to see that and would let get go to a bathroom? Maybe the woman might take pity on her? She re-started her mewing, and tried to move her body to indicate that she had to go to the bathroom – she turned her knees as far inwards as the could, and tried to imitate the cartoon action of having to pee.. The pair looked up from the monitor and regarded Heidi with amusement.. Lucy walked back over towards Heidi, a look of feigned conern on her face.. “What’s the matter sweetie – do you need to go to the bathroom? Would you like us to take you to the washroom?” Heidi nodded frantically, but her relief was shortlived as Lucy laughed..
“Well my dear, we’ve kept an eye on you and figured you must need to go, I wondered how long we would have to wait..” She moved behind Heidi and put her arms around her waist. She joined her hands together half way between her belly button and her mons pubis and formed a ball with her fists..
She squeezed Heidi’s abdomen right where her bladder was located.. She started out with a gentle pressure, and steadily increased the squeeze until, with a gasp of despair, Heidi let her bladder go.
The urine flowed into the pad of the shorts, Lucy released one hand from the squeeze and used it to move the pad of the shorts around to make sure they were saturated, and once they could no longer absorb the stream, it continued down both her spread legs and collected in a small pools by her ankles.
She was so dehydrated the piss was a dark yellow, and had a very strong smell.. Heidi tried to avoid standing in the mess, moving her feet as best she could to avoid the puddles.
Lucy laughed again.. “oh don’t worry, if you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go..”
Moving quicky now, Lucy cut the shorts off Heidi, sliding the sharp blades downwards along her upper thighs, and put the sopping wet garment in a metal tray that was ready for exactly that purpose. They dropped into tray with a splut, and the wet shorts made a damp bundle about the size of a large grapefruit, the main bulk made up by the piss-soaked pad.
Heidi was bright red with shame, and had screwed her eyes shut throughout this humiliation, tears leaking through, small sobs escaping her gag.
She felt hands around her head, and the tape around her face being unwrapped, finally she would be able to move her jaw, and maybe reason with her captors - she hadn’t figured the real purpose for why the gag was being taken off.
The final layer of tape was removed, and she felt the padding in her mouth begin to move. She pushed with her tongue to spit out what was in there – only now did she reconise what had been in her mouth as her sopping wet socks dropped out onto the floor between her spread legs.
Heidi flexed her jaw for the first time since her capture was about to try to speak when she felt something shoved between her teeth, forcing her mouth wide open. The muscle under her jaw cramped instantly causing her to wince in pain, and she shook her head violently to try to dislodge the device. Lucy was stood in front of her, the man rapidly moved behind and grabbed Heidi’s ponytale, pulling her head violently downwards, resulting in Heidi looking up at the ceiling.
Lucy grabbed the bowl with the piss-soaked shorts.. Finally realizing what was about to happen, Heidi started to thrash as best she could, but her head was firmly held..
Lucy started to stuff the soaking wet shorts into Heidi’s mouth. The piss tasted vile, and was dribbling down her throat with her head tipped back like that. Heidi choked, but the grip remained and packing continued. The padding of the shorts was spongy, as she stuffed it into Heidi’s mouth, piss continually squeezed out.
“At least it’s your own piss, we talked about using ours.. And, while we’re on the subject, you’re lucky it’s just piss. You’ll have much worst things inside your mouth before you’re done” Lucy remarked to Heidi whilst she was packing the material into her cheeks.
She had to shove the final piece of material into Heidi’s mouth with her thumbs – her cheeks were bulging. Working with practiced efficiency, she removed the spreader gag and grabbed some pre-cut lengths of duct tape to rapidly seal Heidi’s lips before she could push out any of the wadding. Tape was round around her head several times, sealing the piss-soaked shorts into her mouth.
Her urine dribbled down her chin as she wretched inside her gag, Heidi was he sure she was going to choke on her own vomit..
They stood back and admired their handywork as Heidi snorted and bucked, struggling to adjust to the packing inside her head, trying in vain to shake the tape off. Heidi was now wearing only her sports bra, her muscular legs and midriff exposed. The nightmare of being forced to swallow her own piss had consumed her, she had completely forgotten about her lack of clothing, her feet splashing in puddles of her piss as she fought her restraints..
To be Continued
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Re: Athletic GIMPs
Sunday inspiration
Danish Triathlete Helle Frederikson getting her gag reflex checked whilst strapped down by her captor.. Australian netballer Laura Geitz (190cm!), just because who doesn’t love a 6’3” muscular blonde British olympic diver Tonia Couch (and unknown US diver).
I love the images of divers; they look like there’re already in some kind of GIMP scenario.
It’s so easy to imagine she has very heavy weights attached to her wrists which are stretching her body taut as she is lowered slowly into the freezing water.
Danish Triathlete Helle Frederikson getting her gag reflex checked whilst strapped down by her captor.. Australian netballer Laura Geitz (190cm!), just because who doesn’t love a 6’3” muscular blonde British olympic diver Tonia Couch (and unknown US diver).
I love the images of divers; they look like there’re already in some kind of GIMP scenario.
It’s so easy to imagine she has very heavy weights attached to her wrists which are stretching her body taut as she is lowered slowly into the freezing water.
Re: Athletic GIMPs
Breaking Heidi
Part V: Heat and Ice Treatment
Inside the gag, Heidi was loosing her mind – the new gag was much bigger than the old one, and the taste of her piss in her mouth was vile.. She had to focus on maintaining her breathing, still only able to get oxygen into and carbon dioxide out of her body through her nose..
She tried to calm herself down by thinking about the situation. Why would this woman, why would any woman want to hurt another? She seemed so normal in her athletic gear, she had said she was a physiotherapist, but something about the way her hands had been over her body, and the easy way she had located Heidi’s bladder gave her a very uneasy feeling.
Heidi had had plenty of physiotherapy and massage treatments from female practitioners over the years, but had never entertained the thought of being intimate with a woman.
While Heidi was battling with her gag and the thoughts whirling round in her head, Lucy and the man were back at their workstation. “How long since she drank?” “Well she’s been here just over a day, so at least 24hrs, we should get her some hydration. Shall we try out the kit and see if it works?” ”Lets give it a go..” He pulled out an enema bulb from one of the bags, a clamp and a long length of tubing. He fixed the tube to the external end of the probe. He rubbed a small about of lubricant on the bulbous end that would soon be inside Heidi, Lucy looked at him with an amused expression – “really?”
Neither of them were particually interested in anything anal sexually, this was just a convenient method of getting necessary fluids inside her without removing her gag. It was possible to do intravenously of course, if she was in a hospital this is what would happen, but the pair didn’t want to have the inconvenience of needles, and the possibility of them getting ripped out, they wanted Heidi in good physical condition for as long as possible for what they had planned.
He reached inside a cool bag and retrieved a bag of electrolyte hydration fluid. “I thought I’d keep this on ice. It should make her cramp nicely as it flows in”, it was all about the details.
There was a small carabiner attached to the bag, he was just going to hang it from the point that her wrists were currently restrained from. Heidi was standing flatly on the floor of the space, the pools of piss still laying on the ground around her feet – he grabbed some absorbent towels and quickly mopped this up, the smell was bothering him.
Heidi hadn’t been paying attention to the pair, lost in her misery, but at the attention around her feet she looked around. After placing the tissues in a biohazard disposal bag, he grabbed what looked like a bag of liquid and clipped it to the loop holding her wrist. It was dripping with condensation, and looked like a thin frosting of ice was forming on the outside as it hung in the air of the chamber.
He casually wandered back to the workstation and pressed the winch remote, raising Heidi onto the very tips of her toes, causing her to grunt. Lucy had come up behind whilst her attention was focused on the bag, and startled Heidi with a pat on her right butt cheek. “OK – lets see if this actually works..” With her left hand she parted Heidi’s unsuspecting butt cheeks, and with her right hand firmly but rapidy pushed the bulb against Heidi’s butthole.
This took her completely by surprise, her initial reaction was to tense up.. “relax dear, it will hurt less if you relax”. Heidi had no abilty to relax right now, but the combination of the lubricant and firm pressure meant she had no choice but to allow the probe into her butt.. This was again uncharted territory for Heidi – she’d always been clear with partners that this area was strictly off limits, her eyes were wide at the invasion. Working together they fixed the tube to the fluid bag, and started the liquid flowing, gravity forcing the icy liquid into Heidi’s colon. Hitting the warm lining of her intestines caused her to cramp almost instantly, but restrained as she was she couldn’t do anything other than endure the horrible pain, and the sensation of icy water filling her bowels, her breathing was again rapid, there were so many unwelcome physical sensations assailing her senses at once
“Shall we give her something to take her mind of things while this is happening”, Lucy suggested, looking at the man and giving him a wicked grin and wiggling her eyebrows. He knew what she had in mind, and they both put on some latex examination gloves, and went to examine the peppers they had ordered online. The Carolina Reaper was marketed as the world’s hottest chilli, ranking at on average around 2-3 million on the Scoville scale, around 300 times hotter than your average Jalapeno. They carefully removed the peppers from their bags and placed them in a small metal bowl. They also pulled out some safety glasses for the next part, they really didn’t want any of the juice to splash into their eyes as they were preparing the paste, Lucy picked up one of the cameras, and made sure to document the process.
The man carefully ground the chillis into a fine paste using a small stone mortar he had brought from his home kitchen, taking care to make sure all the seeds were broken down. He added a pinch of salt to help as an abrasive and continued the grinding to make the paste even smoother. He added a few drops of oil to stop the paste from drying out, and stepped back “Voila!” he pronounced, with a chefs kiss for emphasis. They had never tried this before, and had both been looking forward to it immensely, one of the reasons being that apart from some blistering of her genitals, the amount of physical damage inflicted for the amount of pain this was going to cause was pretty minimal.
The reviews online of people who had eaten the chilli said things like “molten lava”, so they were intrigued to see the effect it was going to have on Heidi’s genitals.
They picked up the small bowl and walked towards Heidi, who was blissfully unware of what was about to happen to her. The fluid was flowing slowly into her colon and being absorbed by the lining, rehydrating her slowly. She felt better in a strange way, her body feeling it had consumed fluid without having to drink it. Heidi had ended up on an IV with dehydration after races before, and the effect was similar, minus the restraint and anal violation she had endured.
Heidi saw Lucy approaching, holding a small bowl. The man was following, watching her every move with a camera. She couldn’t imagine how or why they would want to make her suffer any more right now.. Lucy leaned in close again to Heidi’s ear “now then Heidi, I want you to enjoy our special sauce that we’ve made for you.. “ The woman dipped her gloved middle finger in the bowl, coating it in the thick, oily red liquid.. She used her second and fourth fingers to spread Heidi’s labia, and began to rub the sauce into the sensitive moist flesh underneath.. Heidi’s labia minora were really just mounds of flesh rather than the flaps of skin on some women, and Lucy savored the feeling as her finger slipped between them - it was a shame this part of Heidi would be off-limits for a while.
Heidi was squirming at the unwanted intrusion to her genitals, and was trying her best to wriggle away, will no success. Lucy returned her finger to the bowl and took another pea sized amount of the paste which she this time she inserted fully into Heidi’s vagina, spreading the sauce inside. She withdrew the finger, and did a final massage of Heidi’s clitoris and the opening of her urethra to make sure that they were well coated. She stood back to see what happened next, and did not have long to wait.
Heidi’s initial reaction to what was happening was abhorrence at the physical aspects of the sexual assault that Lucy had inflicted on her, but before long she realized something else was happening.
Heidi had used deep heat on her muscles before races, particularly in winter to help warm them up – she enjoyed the smell as it reminded her of her childhood cross country days. On more than one occasion she’d made the rookie error of going to the toilet without washing her hands properly, and felt a burn in her privates, and it felt like something similar was happening now.
If it has stopped there, Heidi could have tolerated it, but the sensation rapidly went from a tingle to fire to a white hot inferno. It felt to Heidi like her crotch was being burned alive. The pain in her anus and shoulders disappeared entirely, masked by the hell that had been unleashed between her legs - she was sure her flesh must be melting
Standing back and recording the spectacle unfolding they thought she might dislocate her joints from her wild struggles, and it would be a shame to spoil the fun they had planned in that department.
It looked as though she were trying to gain some relief by getting some kind of air movement across her groin – she couldn’t blow on it to ease the pain (Not that it would of helped at all), so she was trying to fan herself by shaking her hips violently, they were also grateful for the dense wading they had placed in her mouth - Heidi was screaming at the top of her lungs as her genitals burned, pausing only to refil her lungs through the her nose.
The man was watching this with enjoyment, Heidi’s athletic frame was putting on an amazing show. He reminded himself that when the time to rape her came around (which he was very much looking forward to), they would have to be very sure indeed that all the paste had been used up – he had no intention of going through what Heidi was experiencing right now. Even just touching her in that area would be risky for quite a while – he wasn’t sure on exactly how long this would be, but his research suggested at least 24hrs, and even then they would have to be careful. Had brought plenty of saline to flush her vagina, not for her benefit but for his and Lucy’s, and thankfully they could amuse themselves with other parts of her anatomy while they waited for her pussy to cool down.
Her struggles and screams showed no sign of abating, that was a testament to the agony she was going through - she was now covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertions, her eyes darting around frantically. Her hands were clenching and unclenching, and her feet appeared to have cramped, leaving her hanging by her spread wrists. As he continued watching, her struggles began to subside, and eventually she hung limply by her wrists, her screams of agony morphing into mere howls of anguish, fading eventually to heaving sobs, all still muffled through her gag. Barely 40 minutes had passed since they had applied the paste so the pain would still be immense, but even with her athletic endurance Heidi had exhausted herself with the efforts of struggles bought about by the pain from the oil.
Lucy had brought Heidi a few items of clothing, it was weird but she preferred her subjects to at least be in their underwear, it somehow made the whole thing feel more civilized. Most of the underwear she had selected for Heidi enabled it to be taken off or put on while the wearer was unable to use their limbs – the bikini bottoms she pulled out of her bag had laces that could be undone on either side.
They were made of a black bikini material – she turned them inside out and rubbed some additional chili oil onto the parts that would be nestled on Heidi’s labia. She passed it between Heidi’s legs, and tied the cords on either side of her hips, and gave her crotch a good rub just for fun.
The tube from her anus passed below the fabric of her left butt cheek, rising through the waistband and up the bottle above. Heidi scarcely noticed the garment covering her, it’s stretchy fabric wrapping her and providing a degree of modesty, but Lucy admired the look, it somehow left more to the imagination, odd given that now she didn’t have to imagine anything at all about Heidi’s body.
She stepped back to admire her handywork, it was hard to imagine a better vista than this. She stood side by side with the man drinking in Heidi’s suffering as she hung there. The oil would burn her for several more hours, so they made sure the cameras were recording everything and left her to her misery.
To Be Continued...
Part V: Heat and Ice Treatment
Inside the gag, Heidi was loosing her mind – the new gag was much bigger than the old one, and the taste of her piss in her mouth was vile.. She had to focus on maintaining her breathing, still only able to get oxygen into and carbon dioxide out of her body through her nose..
She tried to calm herself down by thinking about the situation. Why would this woman, why would any woman want to hurt another? She seemed so normal in her athletic gear, she had said she was a physiotherapist, but something about the way her hands had been over her body, and the easy way she had located Heidi’s bladder gave her a very uneasy feeling.
Heidi had had plenty of physiotherapy and massage treatments from female practitioners over the years, but had never entertained the thought of being intimate with a woman.
While Heidi was battling with her gag and the thoughts whirling round in her head, Lucy and the man were back at their workstation. “How long since she drank?” “Well she’s been here just over a day, so at least 24hrs, we should get her some hydration. Shall we try out the kit and see if it works?” ”Lets give it a go..” He pulled out an enema bulb from one of the bags, a clamp and a long length of tubing. He fixed the tube to the external end of the probe. He rubbed a small about of lubricant on the bulbous end that would soon be inside Heidi, Lucy looked at him with an amused expression – “really?”
Neither of them were particually interested in anything anal sexually, this was just a convenient method of getting necessary fluids inside her without removing her gag. It was possible to do intravenously of course, if she was in a hospital this is what would happen, but the pair didn’t want to have the inconvenience of needles, and the possibility of them getting ripped out, they wanted Heidi in good physical condition for as long as possible for what they had planned.
He reached inside a cool bag and retrieved a bag of electrolyte hydration fluid. “I thought I’d keep this on ice. It should make her cramp nicely as it flows in”, it was all about the details.
There was a small carabiner attached to the bag, he was just going to hang it from the point that her wrists were currently restrained from. Heidi was standing flatly on the floor of the space, the pools of piss still laying on the ground around her feet – he grabbed some absorbent towels and quickly mopped this up, the smell was bothering him.
Heidi hadn’t been paying attention to the pair, lost in her misery, but at the attention around her feet she looked around. After placing the tissues in a biohazard disposal bag, he grabbed what looked like a bag of liquid and clipped it to the loop holding her wrist. It was dripping with condensation, and looked like a thin frosting of ice was forming on the outside as it hung in the air of the chamber.
He casually wandered back to the workstation and pressed the winch remote, raising Heidi onto the very tips of her toes, causing her to grunt. Lucy had come up behind whilst her attention was focused on the bag, and startled Heidi with a pat on her right butt cheek. “OK – lets see if this actually works..” With her left hand she parted Heidi’s unsuspecting butt cheeks, and with her right hand firmly but rapidy pushed the bulb against Heidi’s butthole.
This took her completely by surprise, her initial reaction was to tense up.. “relax dear, it will hurt less if you relax”. Heidi had no abilty to relax right now, but the combination of the lubricant and firm pressure meant she had no choice but to allow the probe into her butt.. This was again uncharted territory for Heidi – she’d always been clear with partners that this area was strictly off limits, her eyes were wide at the invasion. Working together they fixed the tube to the fluid bag, and started the liquid flowing, gravity forcing the icy liquid into Heidi’s colon. Hitting the warm lining of her intestines caused her to cramp almost instantly, but restrained as she was she couldn’t do anything other than endure the horrible pain, and the sensation of icy water filling her bowels, her breathing was again rapid, there were so many unwelcome physical sensations assailing her senses at once
“Shall we give her something to take her mind of things while this is happening”, Lucy suggested, looking at the man and giving him a wicked grin and wiggling her eyebrows. He knew what she had in mind, and they both put on some latex examination gloves, and went to examine the peppers they had ordered online. The Carolina Reaper was marketed as the world’s hottest chilli, ranking at on average around 2-3 million on the Scoville scale, around 300 times hotter than your average Jalapeno. They carefully removed the peppers from their bags and placed them in a small metal bowl. They also pulled out some safety glasses for the next part, they really didn’t want any of the juice to splash into their eyes as they were preparing the paste, Lucy picked up one of the cameras, and made sure to document the process.
The man carefully ground the chillis into a fine paste using a small stone mortar he had brought from his home kitchen, taking care to make sure all the seeds were broken down. He added a pinch of salt to help as an abrasive and continued the grinding to make the paste even smoother. He added a few drops of oil to stop the paste from drying out, and stepped back “Voila!” he pronounced, with a chefs kiss for emphasis. They had never tried this before, and had both been looking forward to it immensely, one of the reasons being that apart from some blistering of her genitals, the amount of physical damage inflicted for the amount of pain this was going to cause was pretty minimal.
The reviews online of people who had eaten the chilli said things like “molten lava”, so they were intrigued to see the effect it was going to have on Heidi’s genitals.
They picked up the small bowl and walked towards Heidi, who was blissfully unware of what was about to happen to her. The fluid was flowing slowly into her colon and being absorbed by the lining, rehydrating her slowly. She felt better in a strange way, her body feeling it had consumed fluid without having to drink it. Heidi had ended up on an IV with dehydration after races before, and the effect was similar, minus the restraint and anal violation she had endured.
Heidi saw Lucy approaching, holding a small bowl. The man was following, watching her every move with a camera. She couldn’t imagine how or why they would want to make her suffer any more right now.. Lucy leaned in close again to Heidi’s ear “now then Heidi, I want you to enjoy our special sauce that we’ve made for you.. “ The woman dipped her gloved middle finger in the bowl, coating it in the thick, oily red liquid.. She used her second and fourth fingers to spread Heidi’s labia, and began to rub the sauce into the sensitive moist flesh underneath.. Heidi’s labia minora were really just mounds of flesh rather than the flaps of skin on some women, and Lucy savored the feeling as her finger slipped between them - it was a shame this part of Heidi would be off-limits for a while.
Heidi was squirming at the unwanted intrusion to her genitals, and was trying her best to wriggle away, will no success. Lucy returned her finger to the bowl and took another pea sized amount of the paste which she this time she inserted fully into Heidi’s vagina, spreading the sauce inside. She withdrew the finger, and did a final massage of Heidi’s clitoris and the opening of her urethra to make sure that they were well coated. She stood back to see what happened next, and did not have long to wait.
Heidi’s initial reaction to what was happening was abhorrence at the physical aspects of the sexual assault that Lucy had inflicted on her, but before long she realized something else was happening.
Heidi had used deep heat on her muscles before races, particularly in winter to help warm them up – she enjoyed the smell as it reminded her of her childhood cross country days. On more than one occasion she’d made the rookie error of going to the toilet without washing her hands properly, and felt a burn in her privates, and it felt like something similar was happening now.
If it has stopped there, Heidi could have tolerated it, but the sensation rapidly went from a tingle to fire to a white hot inferno. It felt to Heidi like her crotch was being burned alive. The pain in her anus and shoulders disappeared entirely, masked by the hell that had been unleashed between her legs - she was sure her flesh must be melting
Standing back and recording the spectacle unfolding they thought she might dislocate her joints from her wild struggles, and it would be a shame to spoil the fun they had planned in that department.
It looked as though she were trying to gain some relief by getting some kind of air movement across her groin – she couldn’t blow on it to ease the pain (Not that it would of helped at all), so she was trying to fan herself by shaking her hips violently, they were also grateful for the dense wading they had placed in her mouth - Heidi was screaming at the top of her lungs as her genitals burned, pausing only to refil her lungs through the her nose.
The man was watching this with enjoyment, Heidi’s athletic frame was putting on an amazing show. He reminded himself that when the time to rape her came around (which he was very much looking forward to), they would have to be very sure indeed that all the paste had been used up – he had no intention of going through what Heidi was experiencing right now. Even just touching her in that area would be risky for quite a while – he wasn’t sure on exactly how long this would be, but his research suggested at least 24hrs, and even then they would have to be careful. Had brought plenty of saline to flush her vagina, not for her benefit but for his and Lucy’s, and thankfully they could amuse themselves with other parts of her anatomy while they waited for her pussy to cool down.
Her struggles and screams showed no sign of abating, that was a testament to the agony she was going through - she was now covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertions, her eyes darting around frantically. Her hands were clenching and unclenching, and her feet appeared to have cramped, leaving her hanging by her spread wrists. As he continued watching, her struggles began to subside, and eventually she hung limply by her wrists, her screams of agony morphing into mere howls of anguish, fading eventually to heaving sobs, all still muffled through her gag. Barely 40 minutes had passed since they had applied the paste so the pain would still be immense, but even with her athletic endurance Heidi had exhausted herself with the efforts of struggles bought about by the pain from the oil.
Lucy had brought Heidi a few items of clothing, it was weird but she preferred her subjects to at least be in their underwear, it somehow made the whole thing feel more civilized. Most of the underwear she had selected for Heidi enabled it to be taken off or put on while the wearer was unable to use their limbs – the bikini bottoms she pulled out of her bag had laces that could be undone on either side.
They were made of a black bikini material – she turned them inside out and rubbed some additional chili oil onto the parts that would be nestled on Heidi’s labia. She passed it between Heidi’s legs, and tied the cords on either side of her hips, and gave her crotch a good rub just for fun.
The tube from her anus passed below the fabric of her left butt cheek, rising through the waistband and up the bottle above. Heidi scarcely noticed the garment covering her, it’s stretchy fabric wrapping her and providing a degree of modesty, but Lucy admired the look, it somehow left more to the imagination, odd given that now she didn’t have to imagine anything at all about Heidi’s body.
She stepped back to admire her handywork, it was hard to imagine a better vista than this. She stood side by side with the man drinking in Heidi’s suffering as she hung there. The oil would burn her for several more hours, so they made sure the cameras were recording everything and left her to her misery.
To Be Continued...
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Re: Athletic GIMPs
Breaking Heidi
Part VI: Reflections
They ordered burgers, having found a corner booth in a quiet bar. They made polite small talk with their server, and pulled out his laptop while they sipped their drinks and waited for food.
They chatted about their normal lives, clients, upcoming holidays like two normal humans, other people around the bar oblivious to what the pair had been doing the last few hours.
Sitting on the back wall of the booth, they opening his laptop and together looked through Heidi’s social media posts, lingering over each one and discussing something that they liked – her cheeky winks, the way the light highlighted her muscles in a particular picture, the fact that she’d never eat gelato again.. Heidi was a girl that loved life, anyone who knew her would tell you that, and she made sure her online posts reflected her vivacious attitude to everything she did – that life was now a memory and the knowledge that the woman on screen was currently in agony of their making, and completely helpless to their every whim was almost indescribably wonderful to them. They sneaked a peak at the live feed, enjoying the wonderful juxtaposition of the images of her past life, and her current plight tied to a bed on the same screen.
Their food arrived so they calmly closed the laptop to focus on their meal - the server asked if they wanted hot sauce – they gratefully accepted, sharing a knowing look between them.
Over the course of the meal they discussed some ideas about what might be next for Heidi.
Lucy really wanted to test Heidi’s physical limits – “she’s got such a fabulous body, I just want to hurt her” she kept saying, almost shivering with anticipation at times. She wanted to stretch, flex, needle, crush and generally destroy Heidi’s athletic frame until it could take no more. The man did not object to any of that, as it would probably require both their efforts for some of the more elaborate ideas Lucy had he’d be assured of a front row view. He was actually glad Lucy had made the effort to join him – she was good company and had some devious ideas from her medial experience.
He had plenty of ideas of his own, but he enjoyed some of the more psychological tortures as well as the purely physical ones. They’d probably start out with some of his games as they’d do less physical damage than Lucy’s, and he was excited at the prospect of trying out some pretty extreme breath play with the gorgeous female athlete at his disposal in the morning.
They were also both looking forward to enjoying their own pleasures with Heidi’s body – Lucy had had both female and male partners in her sex life, and was very much looking forward to the pleasure of Heidi’s company from that respect. She knew Heidi was straight, and that just added to anticipation - her’s would be the first and only pussy that Heidi would ever eat, the first and only female tongue on her clit, the first and only one to rape her with a double-ended dildo, the list was long. The evening had flown by, and the bar was emptying out so they paid the bill, left a generous tip for the server and headed back to see their visitor.
After they had left her, Heidi hung there by her wrists, her feet cramping uselessly when she tried to stretch her toes to the ground to the relieve the pressure on her shoulders. Her whole crotch was still a white hot inferno of pain, although her clitoris was a beacon of pain above all others. Some of the oil and crept into her urethra also, spreading the searing pain up inside her. There was nothing she could do to reduce the intense burning, all she could do was deal with the pain, and it was taking all her mental strength no not break down completely as the pain continued unabated.
She tried to compartmentalize the pain in her mind as she did during races, to put it to one part of her mind and forget about it, but it was such an intense pain in such an intimate area that she found it hard to do.
The man had thoughtfully left the laptop open on the stand, and the screen was displaying what the camera in front of her was recording – a full length shot of her, from the camera directly in front of her.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from it, scarcely able to believe it was her she was seeing on the screen.
Her head was wrapped in silver tape, her cheeks bulging over the top. Above her head, her hands were a worrying purple colour, even with the thick cuffs – she needed to take the weight off her wrists to get the blood flowing again, she had no idea how long it was before she might be let down. Her sports bra was the only part of her original outfit left, apart from the shorts still filling her mouth. Her long, muscular legs were spread wide, taught muscles moving beneath her tanned skin as her position shifted within her restraints.
She tried to assess her condition, trying to find something other than the horrible burning to focus on – her shoulders and wrists hurt from carrying her weight, and her hips were sore from the wide spread of her ankles, but other than that she didn’t feel any major damage. Her throat was also raw from the screaming – she had tried swallowing to help alleviate this, but the shorts seemed to soak up all the saliva her mouth could produce. All the liquid urine had left the pad of her shorts, leaving only the foul taste, it would take a while to fill with saliva. She tried stretching her calves to see if that might help relive the cramping in her feet – after flexing them a while she found it had helped a little and she was able to take the weight off her upper body for just a brief respite, flexing her fingers gratefully and feeling pins and needles as the blood returned.
She replayed the events of the last…day? It seemed a lifetime ago that she’d pulled on her kit, and rolled out on her bike. The puncture, the van, and then here. She tried to work out if there was anything she could have done to avoid this, some signs she missed, she replayed it over in her head but nothing, and from what the man had said it had been carefully planned from his side. And since then, well, it was quite the list. Kidnapping, assault – physical and sexual, her first intimate encounter, however unwilling with a woman, her first anal experience, and come to think of it, her first time being tied up properly. A boyfriend at highschool had once tried, but she wasn’t going to count that. Yes, that was quite the day, and then the most recent horror of the burning paste. That brought her focus back to the pain in her nether regions.. Had it lessened? It was still all she could to to keep from breaking town into pathetic sobs, but maybe it wasn’t quite as bad? She still felt the plug in her butt too, and looking up she saw that the bag was empty.
She had soaked herself in sweat with her initial thrashing around so she’d probably lost a good amount of the fluid already, but at least she had some hydration inside her.
She experimented with pushing out the plug but couldn’t , the fabric of the bikini bottom and the tube now rising between her butt cheek also working against her, it was just another thing to tolerate for now. She alternated standing on her toes and hanging on her wrists – whilst dangling she worked on flexing her calves and feet, trying to encourage them back to life , and whilst up on her toes, she was rolling her shoulders and wiggling her fingers. Heidi’s long years as an endurance athlete meant her body recovered quickly from physical exertions, she found herself getting into a rythmn between legs and arms, counting for 30 counts on each then switching, matching her breathing to the cycle, and this form of meditiation finally helped her put the now diminishing fire in her groin to one side in her head – when the man watched the tape back later he would enjoy the subtle flexing of her calves, feet and arm muscles throughout this process immensely.
There was no natural light in the space so Heidi was having trouble gauging the passage of time. She’d lost count of how many times she’d alternated between her toes and her shoulders..
Even with all her strength training her muscles were beginning to tire – she redoubled her efforts as she didn’t want to end up just hanging by her wrists having seen the purple cooler they had turned after her last long dangle.
She had to focus. She knew she was mentally and physically strong – she had to use that now. The pain in her crotch was definitely less which gave her a boost. She’d get out of this, she was tough – those fuckers couldn’t and wouldn’t break her, she was determined..
Armed with this resolve, she felt better prepared to face what came next, so when she heard the door opening she met the pair with a defiant glare.
Tired after busy couple of days, the pair walked back into the space to complete their final task of the night.
The man reached into a bag and pulled out 2 leather thigh straps – they were narrow, but lined with soft material to prevent them damaging the soft skin between her legs for aesthetic reasons, they wanted as few injuries on her immaculate body as possible for as long as possible.
He placed them as high as he could on her upper legs, tightening them so they didn’t slip down and enjoying the slight bulge in her muscles as they were compressed beneath the straps and locked them into place.
Next they placed a leather hood over Heidi’s head. It was a soft black leather, and they made sure she could breathe through the nose holes before they finished encased her head, her bulging cheeks now compressed from the outside as they tightened the laces at the rear. They ran a rope from the metal loop on the top of the hood to spreader bar above her head.
Working together, they now lifted Heidi slightly to take the weight off her right wrist and release the cuff – the man quickly taking Heidi’s free hand with both of his and quicly locking it to the strap around her right thigh. The strap could no longer slide down her leg, if she somehow managed to dislodge it.
The shifting of her weight meant she was now awkwardly handing from her left wrist and the strap on her head. They now unhooked her left wrist and repeated the process, leaving Heidi balanced on her toes, her ankles still far apart, the rope on her hood keeping her from topping over. 2 more straps went around her torso, pinning her arms to her side.
Before they tackled the next step they looped a long rope strap around Heidi’s neck, leaving it dangling, it was looped so it could easily be tightened by pulling the 2 ends. Next they released her right ankle, and waited to see how she would react. Heidi had planned to lash out the moment any part of her body was free, but after so long held in the same position, her legs were stiff and unresponsive. This would be easier than they had feared it would be - Heidi’s long muscular legs could be very dangerous if left free. Lucy quickly unhooded her left ankle and pushed the spreader bar away. The man was ready, and grabbed the rope danging around Heidi’s throat, he quickly made the loop bigger, slipped the rope over Heidi’s shoulders, down her body, over her hands and once below her knees he sharply pulled on the rope, starting to tighten the loop and force her legs together. For all her plans of resistance, Heidi was disappointed in herself. When her second wrist was released, she had sunk gratefully onto the soles of her feet, and in the brief window of opportunity she had, she could not will her strained limbs into action, she felt herself shuffling her ankles together against the firm pressure applied by the rope around her knees. The man kept tightening the loop until her ankle cuffs were touching and she couldn’t move them any closer. He kept the pressure up whilst Lucy deftly locked the cuffs together, rendering Heidi helpless again. He released the rope around her knees, enjoying the pattern it left on her skin. He ran his fingers over the area, enjoying the texture it had left on her smooth skin. Heidi’s was struggling to balance herself whilst blind, needing to rely on support from the hood to keep her from toppling.
Unseen to Heidi, at the rear of the room, away from the side she’d always been facing was a metal bed frame – the springs were there but the mattress was long gone.. The man placed his hands under Heidi’s armpits, Lucy grabbed her ankles and with some effort they lifted her and rapidly moved her towards the bed.
She tried to protest, worming her body as she was airborne, but her captors held firm.
They lowered her onto the bed, ready and waiting there were heavy leather straps to attached her ankle and head restraints and the pair quickly fastened Heidi to the bed. The also connected some additional straps to her wrist cuffs and the straps around her torso to the bed frame to eliminate any possibility of her escape.
Heidi had expected more torture when they returned – she was unaware that it was nighttime, and her tormentors needed some sleep.
She had made a weak attempt at struggling as she was released from her spreadeagle position and lifted, but even she knew it was feeble and felt ashamed at herself for sqandering an opportunity for escape. She felt herself being placed on a surface made of what felt like cold metal wires, and sensed that she was being fastened down to it.
The sound of his voice was muffled through the leather of the hood covering her ears, before she heard the door of the room close. “Sweet Dreams…”
The man left the lights on, and pointed the camera at the bed to catch anything interesting that might happen overnight, and to check in occasionally to confirm that she was where she should be. Like the gentleman he was, he held the chamber door open for Lucy on their way out.
Heidi lay still for a while, to try and sense if they were really gone. Her world was now dark but she heard no sounds of movement in the room. She tested the restraints – she couldn’t sit up or raise herself off the bed, but she could twist slightly, and shuffle around on the metal wires, that was something at least. She tried to move her hands – she found she could force the thigh straps to rotate around her legs slightly, but her arms were strapped tightly to her torso preventing her taking full advantage of this, but if she strained, she could just found she could just clasp the tips of her fingers together over her groin.
The pain from the chilli oil was still very much there, but Heidi realized she could now try to assess the physical damage that had been done.. she slipped her hands into the bands of the bikini that Lucy had placed on her, and straining to reach, began to run her fingers over her private parts that had been so cruelly burned.. Her clitoris had caused her the most pain - she gently explored and rubbed it, afraid to cause blood to flow and re-ignite the fire to it’s former intensity. It was very raw swollen but other than that, intact. In her agonies she had had visions of finding a burned nub where it used to be. Her tentative investigations by feel in the area suggested this was true for the entire area – she could feel there were probably blisters there too, but robbed of her vision she couln’t be sure. Her fingers reached as far as the entrance to her vagina but due to her restraints she couldn’t investigate beyond that, she removed her hands and let them flop by her sides.
Even thought it was the most painful experience of her life by far, she was relieved that the physical damage didn’t match the pain she’d experienced. An unwelcome thought popped into her head – so what’s to stop them doing it again?
Despite that, she felt a wave of exhaustion coming over her, and despite the restraints she dropped into a sleep, a fitful sleep, regularly interrupted by nightmares reliving flashbacks of her last 2 days.
To Be Continued
Part VI: Reflections
They ordered burgers, having found a corner booth in a quiet bar. They made polite small talk with their server, and pulled out his laptop while they sipped their drinks and waited for food.
They chatted about their normal lives, clients, upcoming holidays like two normal humans, other people around the bar oblivious to what the pair had been doing the last few hours.
Sitting on the back wall of the booth, they opening his laptop and together looked through Heidi’s social media posts, lingering over each one and discussing something that they liked – her cheeky winks, the way the light highlighted her muscles in a particular picture, the fact that she’d never eat gelato again.. Heidi was a girl that loved life, anyone who knew her would tell you that, and she made sure her online posts reflected her vivacious attitude to everything she did – that life was now a memory and the knowledge that the woman on screen was currently in agony of their making, and completely helpless to their every whim was almost indescribably wonderful to them. They sneaked a peak at the live feed, enjoying the wonderful juxtaposition of the images of her past life, and her current plight tied to a bed on the same screen.
Their food arrived so they calmly closed the laptop to focus on their meal - the server asked if they wanted hot sauce – they gratefully accepted, sharing a knowing look between them.
Over the course of the meal they discussed some ideas about what might be next for Heidi.
Lucy really wanted to test Heidi’s physical limits – “she’s got such a fabulous body, I just want to hurt her” she kept saying, almost shivering with anticipation at times. She wanted to stretch, flex, needle, crush and generally destroy Heidi’s athletic frame until it could take no more. The man did not object to any of that, as it would probably require both their efforts for some of the more elaborate ideas Lucy had he’d be assured of a front row view. He was actually glad Lucy had made the effort to join him – she was good company and had some devious ideas from her medial experience.
He had plenty of ideas of his own, but he enjoyed some of the more psychological tortures as well as the purely physical ones. They’d probably start out with some of his games as they’d do less physical damage than Lucy’s, and he was excited at the prospect of trying out some pretty extreme breath play with the gorgeous female athlete at his disposal in the morning.
They were also both looking forward to enjoying their own pleasures with Heidi’s body – Lucy had had both female and male partners in her sex life, and was very much looking forward to the pleasure of Heidi’s company from that respect. She knew Heidi was straight, and that just added to anticipation - her’s would be the first and only pussy that Heidi would ever eat, the first and only female tongue on her clit, the first and only one to rape her with a double-ended dildo, the list was long. The evening had flown by, and the bar was emptying out so they paid the bill, left a generous tip for the server and headed back to see their visitor.
After they had left her, Heidi hung there by her wrists, her feet cramping uselessly when she tried to stretch her toes to the ground to the relieve the pressure on her shoulders. Her whole crotch was still a white hot inferno of pain, although her clitoris was a beacon of pain above all others. Some of the oil and crept into her urethra also, spreading the searing pain up inside her. There was nothing she could do to reduce the intense burning, all she could do was deal with the pain, and it was taking all her mental strength no not break down completely as the pain continued unabated.
She tried to compartmentalize the pain in her mind as she did during races, to put it to one part of her mind and forget about it, but it was such an intense pain in such an intimate area that she found it hard to do.
The man had thoughtfully left the laptop open on the stand, and the screen was displaying what the camera in front of her was recording – a full length shot of her, from the camera directly in front of her.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from it, scarcely able to believe it was her she was seeing on the screen.
Her head was wrapped in silver tape, her cheeks bulging over the top. Above her head, her hands were a worrying purple colour, even with the thick cuffs – she needed to take the weight off her wrists to get the blood flowing again, she had no idea how long it was before she might be let down. Her sports bra was the only part of her original outfit left, apart from the shorts still filling her mouth. Her long, muscular legs were spread wide, taught muscles moving beneath her tanned skin as her position shifted within her restraints.
She tried to assess her condition, trying to find something other than the horrible burning to focus on – her shoulders and wrists hurt from carrying her weight, and her hips were sore from the wide spread of her ankles, but other than that she didn’t feel any major damage. Her throat was also raw from the screaming – she had tried swallowing to help alleviate this, but the shorts seemed to soak up all the saliva her mouth could produce. All the liquid urine had left the pad of her shorts, leaving only the foul taste, it would take a while to fill with saliva. She tried stretching her calves to see if that might help relive the cramping in her feet – after flexing them a while she found it had helped a little and she was able to take the weight off her upper body for just a brief respite, flexing her fingers gratefully and feeling pins and needles as the blood returned.
She replayed the events of the last…day? It seemed a lifetime ago that she’d pulled on her kit, and rolled out on her bike. The puncture, the van, and then here. She tried to work out if there was anything she could have done to avoid this, some signs she missed, she replayed it over in her head but nothing, and from what the man had said it had been carefully planned from his side. And since then, well, it was quite the list. Kidnapping, assault – physical and sexual, her first intimate encounter, however unwilling with a woman, her first anal experience, and come to think of it, her first time being tied up properly. A boyfriend at highschool had once tried, but she wasn’t going to count that. Yes, that was quite the day, and then the most recent horror of the burning paste. That brought her focus back to the pain in her nether regions.. Had it lessened? It was still all she could to to keep from breaking town into pathetic sobs, but maybe it wasn’t quite as bad? She still felt the plug in her butt too, and looking up she saw that the bag was empty.
She had soaked herself in sweat with her initial thrashing around so she’d probably lost a good amount of the fluid already, but at least she had some hydration inside her.
She experimented with pushing out the plug but couldn’t , the fabric of the bikini bottom and the tube now rising between her butt cheek also working against her, it was just another thing to tolerate for now. She alternated standing on her toes and hanging on her wrists – whilst dangling she worked on flexing her calves and feet, trying to encourage them back to life , and whilst up on her toes, she was rolling her shoulders and wiggling her fingers. Heidi’s long years as an endurance athlete meant her body recovered quickly from physical exertions, she found herself getting into a rythmn between legs and arms, counting for 30 counts on each then switching, matching her breathing to the cycle, and this form of meditiation finally helped her put the now diminishing fire in her groin to one side in her head – when the man watched the tape back later he would enjoy the subtle flexing of her calves, feet and arm muscles throughout this process immensely.
There was no natural light in the space so Heidi was having trouble gauging the passage of time. She’d lost count of how many times she’d alternated between her toes and her shoulders..
Even with all her strength training her muscles were beginning to tire – she redoubled her efforts as she didn’t want to end up just hanging by her wrists having seen the purple cooler they had turned after her last long dangle.
She had to focus. She knew she was mentally and physically strong – she had to use that now. The pain in her crotch was definitely less which gave her a boost. She’d get out of this, she was tough – those fuckers couldn’t and wouldn’t break her, she was determined..
Armed with this resolve, she felt better prepared to face what came next, so when she heard the door opening she met the pair with a defiant glare.
Tired after busy couple of days, the pair walked back into the space to complete their final task of the night.
The man reached into a bag and pulled out 2 leather thigh straps – they were narrow, but lined with soft material to prevent them damaging the soft skin between her legs for aesthetic reasons, they wanted as few injuries on her immaculate body as possible for as long as possible.
He placed them as high as he could on her upper legs, tightening them so they didn’t slip down and enjoying the slight bulge in her muscles as they were compressed beneath the straps and locked them into place.
Next they placed a leather hood over Heidi’s head. It was a soft black leather, and they made sure she could breathe through the nose holes before they finished encased her head, her bulging cheeks now compressed from the outside as they tightened the laces at the rear. They ran a rope from the metal loop on the top of the hood to spreader bar above her head.
Working together, they now lifted Heidi slightly to take the weight off her right wrist and release the cuff – the man quickly taking Heidi’s free hand with both of his and quicly locking it to the strap around her right thigh. The strap could no longer slide down her leg, if she somehow managed to dislodge it.
The shifting of her weight meant she was now awkwardly handing from her left wrist and the strap on her head. They now unhooked her left wrist and repeated the process, leaving Heidi balanced on her toes, her ankles still far apart, the rope on her hood keeping her from topping over. 2 more straps went around her torso, pinning her arms to her side.
Before they tackled the next step they looped a long rope strap around Heidi’s neck, leaving it dangling, it was looped so it could easily be tightened by pulling the 2 ends. Next they released her right ankle, and waited to see how she would react. Heidi had planned to lash out the moment any part of her body was free, but after so long held in the same position, her legs were stiff and unresponsive. This would be easier than they had feared it would be - Heidi’s long muscular legs could be very dangerous if left free. Lucy quickly unhooded her left ankle and pushed the spreader bar away. The man was ready, and grabbed the rope danging around Heidi’s throat, he quickly made the loop bigger, slipped the rope over Heidi’s shoulders, down her body, over her hands and once below her knees he sharply pulled on the rope, starting to tighten the loop and force her legs together. For all her plans of resistance, Heidi was disappointed in herself. When her second wrist was released, she had sunk gratefully onto the soles of her feet, and in the brief window of opportunity she had, she could not will her strained limbs into action, she felt herself shuffling her ankles together against the firm pressure applied by the rope around her knees. The man kept tightening the loop until her ankle cuffs were touching and she couldn’t move them any closer. He kept the pressure up whilst Lucy deftly locked the cuffs together, rendering Heidi helpless again. He released the rope around her knees, enjoying the pattern it left on her skin. He ran his fingers over the area, enjoying the texture it had left on her smooth skin. Heidi’s was struggling to balance herself whilst blind, needing to rely on support from the hood to keep her from toppling.
Unseen to Heidi, at the rear of the room, away from the side she’d always been facing was a metal bed frame – the springs were there but the mattress was long gone.. The man placed his hands under Heidi’s armpits, Lucy grabbed her ankles and with some effort they lifted her and rapidly moved her towards the bed.
She tried to protest, worming her body as she was airborne, but her captors held firm.
They lowered her onto the bed, ready and waiting there were heavy leather straps to attached her ankle and head restraints and the pair quickly fastened Heidi to the bed. The also connected some additional straps to her wrist cuffs and the straps around her torso to the bed frame to eliminate any possibility of her escape.
Heidi had expected more torture when they returned – she was unaware that it was nighttime, and her tormentors needed some sleep.
She had made a weak attempt at struggling as she was released from her spreadeagle position and lifted, but even she knew it was feeble and felt ashamed at herself for sqandering an opportunity for escape. She felt herself being placed on a surface made of what felt like cold metal wires, and sensed that she was being fastened down to it.
The sound of his voice was muffled through the leather of the hood covering her ears, before she heard the door of the room close. “Sweet Dreams…”
The man left the lights on, and pointed the camera at the bed to catch anything interesting that might happen overnight, and to check in occasionally to confirm that she was where she should be. Like the gentleman he was, he held the chamber door open for Lucy on their way out.
Heidi lay still for a while, to try and sense if they were really gone. Her world was now dark but she heard no sounds of movement in the room. She tested the restraints – she couldn’t sit up or raise herself off the bed, but she could twist slightly, and shuffle around on the metal wires, that was something at least. She tried to move her hands – she found she could force the thigh straps to rotate around her legs slightly, but her arms were strapped tightly to her torso preventing her taking full advantage of this, but if she strained, she could just found she could just clasp the tips of her fingers together over her groin.
The pain from the chilli oil was still very much there, but Heidi realized she could now try to assess the physical damage that had been done.. she slipped her hands into the bands of the bikini that Lucy had placed on her, and straining to reach, began to run her fingers over her private parts that had been so cruelly burned.. Her clitoris had caused her the most pain - she gently explored and rubbed it, afraid to cause blood to flow and re-ignite the fire to it’s former intensity. It was very raw swollen but other than that, intact. In her agonies she had had visions of finding a burned nub where it used to be. Her tentative investigations by feel in the area suggested this was true for the entire area – she could feel there were probably blisters there too, but robbed of her vision she couln’t be sure. Her fingers reached as far as the entrance to her vagina but due to her restraints she couldn’t investigate beyond that, she removed her hands and let them flop by her sides.
Even thought it was the most painful experience of her life by far, she was relieved that the physical damage didn’t match the pain she’d experienced. An unwelcome thought popped into her head – so what’s to stop them doing it again?
Despite that, she felt a wave of exhaustion coming over her, and despite the restraints she dropped into a sleep, a fitful sleep, regularly interrupted by nightmares reliving flashbacks of her last 2 days.
To Be Continued
Last edited by Ganemede on Mon May 30, 2022 12:36 am, edited 1 time in total.
Re: Athletic GIMPs
Crossfit has never really appealed to me, but some of the girls are stunning, and I’m fairly sure they’d be wonderfully resilient under duress
Here is Crossfit Games athlete Brooke Wells in a few spots of bother.
Fun fact – she has a twin sister, oh my..
https://fitnessvolt.com/brooke-wells-si ... emifinals/
Here is Crossfit Games athlete Brooke Wells in a few spots of bother.
Fun fact – she has a twin sister, oh my..
https://fitnessvolt.com/brooke-wells-si ... emifinals/
Re: Athletic GIMPs
I have two suggestions for you:
1st:
Add "to be continued", or "end of part (number of the part)".
In that way, I'll not be adding a final comment to the story before its end. I'm eagerly awaiting to see what's going to happen next with Kate.
2nd:
I think you should add tags to your posts. In other words, you should connect parts of the story with quotations that are going to lead the reader to "part one", "part two" etc.
The Foundation of the idea lies in the fact that the parts of the stories are scattered through the topic, and this could be pretty frustrating for someone new to the topic.
For example: "The apotheosis of Heidi - part one/two/three/four/five..."
In my opinion, that'll make the posts more organized.
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The details become more vivid, and more plastic as the story unfolds!
The details, tasty little details:
Lucy is a promising character. She is kind and educated. She is a master of physiotherapy (she has proved herself by making Heidi pees), but she is also a scientist (I can't wait to see that strain gauge at work).
I'm expecting so much from Lucy!
Nice touch with rectal rehydration! With that, you emphasize how important is Heidi's health to the abductor - but using the ice-cold rehydrating solution, thats' just naughty (and I loved it)!
The Carolina Reaper? Nice idea, and even better execution of it!
A bit of comedy, that was unexpected - and highly valued!
If you decide to introduce us to Chari Hawkins, because she is a heptathlete, she should be faced with seven painful games.
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Your hard work and devotion are much appreciated, dear Sir.
1st:
Add "to be continued", or "end of part (number of the part)".
In that way, I'll not be adding a final comment to the story before its end. I'm eagerly awaiting to see what's going to happen next with Kate.
2nd:
I think you should add tags to your posts. In other words, you should connect parts of the story with quotations that are going to lead the reader to "part one", "part two" etc.
The Foundation of the idea lies in the fact that the parts of the stories are scattered through the topic, and this could be pretty frustrating for someone new to the topic.
For example: "The apotheosis of Heidi - part one/two/three/four/five..."
In my opinion, that'll make the posts more organized.
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The details become more vivid, and more plastic as the story unfolds!
The details, tasty little details:
The socks are replaced with a urine-soaked cloth - I enjoyed that so much!
Lucy is a promising character. She is kind and educated. She is a master of physiotherapy (she has proved herself by making Heidi pees), but she is also a scientist (I can't wait to see that strain gauge at work).
I'm expecting so much from Lucy!
Nice touch with rectal rehydration! With that, you emphasize how important is Heidi's health to the abductor - but using the ice-cold rehydrating solution, thats' just naughty (and I loved it)!
The Carolina Reaper? Nice idea, and even better execution of it!
A bit of comedy, that was unexpected - and highly valued!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Ganemede wrote: ↑Sun May 29, 2022 8:05 amHe reminded himself that when the time to rape her came around (which he was very much looking forward to), they would have to be very sure indeed that all the paste had been used up – he had no intention of going through what Heidi was experiencing right now.
If I may, I'll suggest you something:
If you decide to introduce us to Chari Hawkins, because she is a heptathlete, she should be faced with seven painful games.
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Your hard work and devotion are much appreciated, dear Sir.
Re: Athletic GIMPs
Agreed - I've gone back and added those, thanks for the suggestion.In my opinion, that'll make the posts more organized.
I like where you are going with this, I will give it some thought - watch this space..If you decide to introduce us to Chari Hawkins, because she is a heptathlete, she should be faced with seven painful games.
Re: Athletic GIMPs
Kate at home
Part II: Bath then Bed
Kate was really struggling – her flailing was using valuable oxygen, but she couldn’t raise herself out of the water. Her lung capacity was second to none, but they were burning as she was held below the surface of the icy water.. Her chest started convulsing, and despite her massive efforts not to, she inhaled some of the water, and began to choke.
The man, watching carefully for when this would happen, quickly released her ankles. He wanted her to feel like she was drowning, but he didn’t want to end her life right now - Kate’s body splashed into the water. She sat upright coughing wildly, hair plastered to her face. As she slowly regained her breath, she looked at her mother on the floor, tears were streaming down her face as she lay hogtied, unable to help her daughter in any way.
“Please.. Please let us go” Kate implored the man, her eyes pleading as much as her voice.. He seemed unmoved.. “Please, you don’t have to do this, just let us go, we won’t tell anyone, just… please…”
He looked at her in the ice bath, world champion but cuffed hand and foot, pleading - it was wonderful.. He stepped out of the bath briefly, moving to the end where Kate sat, and got back in behind her. He grabbed her by her triceps raising her out of the water, she tried to stand, bringing her cuffed feet underneath her, but as soon as she did, he swiped them away behind her, and dropped her back into the icy water, this time face down. Sensing what was about to happen she scrabbled in the deep tub to raise herself, but he pushed down on her shoulders and straddled her, forcing her underwater. She kicked her strong legs, but couldn’t connect with him, or find a purchase on the slippery bath to gain any leverage. The man grabbed her ponytail, and used it to shake her head violenty under the water, adding to the terror..
Water ran into his boots but he didn’t care about that, the main purpose was for grip on the slippery bath tub.
When he saw bubbles appearing, he knew Kate was loosing the battle to hold her breath, and eased the pressure on her back, and pulling her head out of the deep water.
She sucked in the air greedily as her neck was stretched backwards. He allowed her a few good breaths before he stood back up, and quickly grabbed her ankles once more. This time he lifted her so that she was facing towards him, and wrapped his arms around the back of her knees. He lowered her so that her head was almost touching the bottom of the tub, and she again had to flex her abs to raise herself, or arch her back spectacularly.
He loved the way she kicked her calves above his grip as she fought against drowning, and the way her muscles were working to keep her alive.
Eventually, he released the flailing girl, dropping her back into the tub. She pulled herself onto her side, heaving and coughing up water, resting her head on the side of the tub. She drew her knees to her chest and began to softly sob, 3 near-drowning experiences taking their toll.. The man watched this briefly, then reached into his bag.. He roughly grabbed Kate by the shoulders again, and began to again push her facedown in the bath.. Kate was resisting, this time she was sitting and could press her feet onto the floor of the bath to oppose the downward pressure. The man released her, turned around, and grabbed the plastic bag that had been over Maggies head, and knelt next to her mother.
“Your choice Kate”.. Kate sobbed, and very reluctantly rolled herself over onto her stomach in the bath to accept whatever came next, struggling to keep her head above the water, making little grunting noises with the strain and awkward position with her wrists cuffed behind her.
He grabbed the clip he had taken from his bag, and fastened it to the chain of the cuffs on Kate’s slender wrists. He grabbed her ankles, and pulled them backwards fastening the clip to the matching chain on her ankle restraints, hogtie-ing her, and rendering her helpless in the smooth tub.
He let her go, and Kate disappeared below the surface, unable to stop or balance herself. Her struggling this time was frantic, water splashing everywhere as she bucked against her restraints. He stood back to admire, catching her eyes staring upward from below the water.. He waited longer this time, until the bubbles had mostly stopped before grabbing Kate and lifting her bodily out of the water. He dumped her on the bathroom floor next to her mother.. Kate had inhaled a fair about of water whilst she was submerged, and was wretching it up, heaving and gasping for air..
Secondary drowning could be a risk here he knew – her lungs could slowly fill with fluid over the next 2 days, drowning her slowly even though she was no longer under water, but it was unlikely that this would be the cause of her demise.
Despite all the splashing and thrashing there was still a fair amount of water and ice left in the tub which seemed a shame to waste.
Leaving Kate to recover, he picked up Maggie, grunting with the effort. He stepped over Kate’s prone form, and moved towards the tub. Maggie was bucking furiously, knowing what was going to happen, but the zipies held her firmly hogtied, even more stringently than her daughter.
‘No…..please….don’t… not…my…mom….“ Kate begged, still gasping for breath..
Unmoved, the man held Maggie briefly above the surface of the icy water, feeling her panicked breathing, before dropping her, the level of water in the tub was still enough for her head to be completely submerged.
The water again flew everywhere, Maggie also dealing with the first shock of the icy water, her yoga outfit providing no comfort against the freezing liquid..
The man admired the way Maggie was trying to escape – Kate was definitely her mother’s daughter, he saw there was blood in the water now from cuts on her ankle as she frantically fought her predicament.
The man turned back to Kate, who was lying on her side, starting in disbelief at the side of the tub, dealing with the shock of her ordeal, and what her mother was going though now. Her aerobic capacity meant she had managed to capture her breath very quickly – her many years of training for intense efforts helping her with this.
He pulled out a ball gag. “Now Kate, I’m going to need you to put this in your mouth please”. She stared at it, unmoving.. “Once it’s in, I’ll fish out your mother out of the bath, deal?”
At the mention of her mother, she meekly opened her mouth as a sign to the man.
“Good girl” he said as he inserted the rubbed ball into Kates mouth, pushing it past her perfect teeth. He fastened the first strap around the back of her head, and the harness around her head. He admired the pretty Olympian as she lay on the wet floor, starting to shiver. She was still wearing her lycra running shorts and sports bra, now accessorized with the wrist and ankle cuffs rendering her helpless.
“HMMMGGGG!!” Kate brought him out of his daydream, frantically motioning her head towards her drowning mother. Ah yes, Maggie. He reached into the tub and hauled her out.
She landed on the tiled floor with a heavy thud, and just as her daughter had before, lay there trying to suck in air.. For Maggie this was harder as she was gagged, her nose the only way to clear the carbon dioxide that had accumulated in her system. She was also not an athlete by any stretch, so she had to work very hard to catch her breath – despite the ice bath her face was glowing red..
Kate wormed herself over to her mother, there was nothing she could do to help, but she rested her head against Maggies, mother and daughter both hogtied, trying to comfort each other.
The man enjoyed the tender moment, the first of many to come. Now both women were hogtied, he unlocked the door.
Kate had an extraordinarily large bed, sleep is one of the key elements for recovery when training, and she’d spared no expense on this monster, she could easily lay crosswise and not touch either side, she worked her body hard and rightly felt she deserved the rest it provided. The man admired it with jealousy - the bed was unmade from the morning, and he brushed the enormous comforter onto the floor and placed the items he would need at the foot of the bed.
He returned to the bathroom and picked up Maggie, who was still wheezing from her ordeal and carried the soaking woman to Kate’s bed, laying her on her side on the mattress. She lay there shivering as he went back to collect her daughter. He returned quickly carrying the bound athlete and placed her on her bed, facing her mother, they looked at each other, trying to re-assure each other with their eyes, he moved them closed together, and they each wormed towards each other seeking comfort in each other’s physical contact. Kate lay her cheek on her mothers, some of her drool escaping her ball gag and running down her mother’s face – neither seemed to notice.
He wrapped a leather belt through the small of Kate’s back, underneath both the tied women, up through the small of Maggie’s back and made a loop.
He pulled on it tightly, forcing the two women’s abdomens together, before buckling the strap. He ran a similar belt behind their knees and likewise tightened that, forcing their hogtied thighs together.
Kate’s small frame was squished against her mother’s thick body, the straps digging into Maggies lycra-covered flesh - there was no escape for either woman as they tested the straps holding them together, both sobbing softly at the indignity of this forced intimacy
The man left the mother and daughter tied like this and went to explore Kate’s house to find what he needed for what he had in mind next. He’d seen a coffee machine in the kitchen as well, since the pair weren’t going anywhere he might as well make himself comfortable.
To Be Continued..
Part II: Bath then Bed
Kate was really struggling – her flailing was using valuable oxygen, but she couldn’t raise herself out of the water. Her lung capacity was second to none, but they were burning as she was held below the surface of the icy water.. Her chest started convulsing, and despite her massive efforts not to, she inhaled some of the water, and began to choke.
The man, watching carefully for when this would happen, quickly released her ankles. He wanted her to feel like she was drowning, but he didn’t want to end her life right now - Kate’s body splashed into the water. She sat upright coughing wildly, hair plastered to her face. As she slowly regained her breath, she looked at her mother on the floor, tears were streaming down her face as she lay hogtied, unable to help her daughter in any way.
“Please.. Please let us go” Kate implored the man, her eyes pleading as much as her voice.. He seemed unmoved.. “Please, you don’t have to do this, just let us go, we won’t tell anyone, just… please…”
He looked at her in the ice bath, world champion but cuffed hand and foot, pleading - it was wonderful.. He stepped out of the bath briefly, moving to the end where Kate sat, and got back in behind her. He grabbed her by her triceps raising her out of the water, she tried to stand, bringing her cuffed feet underneath her, but as soon as she did, he swiped them away behind her, and dropped her back into the icy water, this time face down. Sensing what was about to happen she scrabbled in the deep tub to raise herself, but he pushed down on her shoulders and straddled her, forcing her underwater. She kicked her strong legs, but couldn’t connect with him, or find a purchase on the slippery bath to gain any leverage. The man grabbed her ponytail, and used it to shake her head violenty under the water, adding to the terror..
Water ran into his boots but he didn’t care about that, the main purpose was for grip on the slippery bath tub.
When he saw bubbles appearing, he knew Kate was loosing the battle to hold her breath, and eased the pressure on her back, and pulling her head out of the deep water.
She sucked in the air greedily as her neck was stretched backwards. He allowed her a few good breaths before he stood back up, and quickly grabbed her ankles once more. This time he lifted her so that she was facing towards him, and wrapped his arms around the back of her knees. He lowered her so that her head was almost touching the bottom of the tub, and she again had to flex her abs to raise herself, or arch her back spectacularly.
He loved the way she kicked her calves above his grip as she fought against drowning, and the way her muscles were working to keep her alive.
Eventually, he released the flailing girl, dropping her back into the tub. She pulled herself onto her side, heaving and coughing up water, resting her head on the side of the tub. She drew her knees to her chest and began to softly sob, 3 near-drowning experiences taking their toll.. The man watched this briefly, then reached into his bag.. He roughly grabbed Kate by the shoulders again, and began to again push her facedown in the bath.. Kate was resisting, this time she was sitting and could press her feet onto the floor of the bath to oppose the downward pressure. The man released her, turned around, and grabbed the plastic bag that had been over Maggies head, and knelt next to her mother.
“Your choice Kate”.. Kate sobbed, and very reluctantly rolled herself over onto her stomach in the bath to accept whatever came next, struggling to keep her head above the water, making little grunting noises with the strain and awkward position with her wrists cuffed behind her.
He grabbed the clip he had taken from his bag, and fastened it to the chain of the cuffs on Kate’s slender wrists. He grabbed her ankles, and pulled them backwards fastening the clip to the matching chain on her ankle restraints, hogtie-ing her, and rendering her helpless in the smooth tub.
He let her go, and Kate disappeared below the surface, unable to stop or balance herself. Her struggling this time was frantic, water splashing everywhere as she bucked against her restraints. He stood back to admire, catching her eyes staring upward from below the water.. He waited longer this time, until the bubbles had mostly stopped before grabbing Kate and lifting her bodily out of the water. He dumped her on the bathroom floor next to her mother.. Kate had inhaled a fair about of water whilst she was submerged, and was wretching it up, heaving and gasping for air..
Secondary drowning could be a risk here he knew – her lungs could slowly fill with fluid over the next 2 days, drowning her slowly even though she was no longer under water, but it was unlikely that this would be the cause of her demise.
Despite all the splashing and thrashing there was still a fair amount of water and ice left in the tub which seemed a shame to waste.
Leaving Kate to recover, he picked up Maggie, grunting with the effort. He stepped over Kate’s prone form, and moved towards the tub. Maggie was bucking furiously, knowing what was going to happen, but the zipies held her firmly hogtied, even more stringently than her daughter.
‘No…..please….don’t… not…my…mom….“ Kate begged, still gasping for breath..
Unmoved, the man held Maggie briefly above the surface of the icy water, feeling her panicked breathing, before dropping her, the level of water in the tub was still enough for her head to be completely submerged.
The water again flew everywhere, Maggie also dealing with the first shock of the icy water, her yoga outfit providing no comfort against the freezing liquid..
The man admired the way Maggie was trying to escape – Kate was definitely her mother’s daughter, he saw there was blood in the water now from cuts on her ankle as she frantically fought her predicament.
The man turned back to Kate, who was lying on her side, starting in disbelief at the side of the tub, dealing with the shock of her ordeal, and what her mother was going though now. Her aerobic capacity meant she had managed to capture her breath very quickly – her many years of training for intense efforts helping her with this.
He pulled out a ball gag. “Now Kate, I’m going to need you to put this in your mouth please”. She stared at it, unmoving.. “Once it’s in, I’ll fish out your mother out of the bath, deal?”
At the mention of her mother, she meekly opened her mouth as a sign to the man.
“Good girl” he said as he inserted the rubbed ball into Kates mouth, pushing it past her perfect teeth. He fastened the first strap around the back of her head, and the harness around her head. He admired the pretty Olympian as she lay on the wet floor, starting to shiver. She was still wearing her lycra running shorts and sports bra, now accessorized with the wrist and ankle cuffs rendering her helpless.
“HMMMGGGG!!” Kate brought him out of his daydream, frantically motioning her head towards her drowning mother. Ah yes, Maggie. He reached into the tub and hauled her out.
She landed on the tiled floor with a heavy thud, and just as her daughter had before, lay there trying to suck in air.. For Maggie this was harder as she was gagged, her nose the only way to clear the carbon dioxide that had accumulated in her system. She was also not an athlete by any stretch, so she had to work very hard to catch her breath – despite the ice bath her face was glowing red..
Kate wormed herself over to her mother, there was nothing she could do to help, but she rested her head against Maggies, mother and daughter both hogtied, trying to comfort each other.
The man enjoyed the tender moment, the first of many to come. Now both women were hogtied, he unlocked the door.
Kate had an extraordinarily large bed, sleep is one of the key elements for recovery when training, and she’d spared no expense on this monster, she could easily lay crosswise and not touch either side, she worked her body hard and rightly felt she deserved the rest it provided. The man admired it with jealousy - the bed was unmade from the morning, and he brushed the enormous comforter onto the floor and placed the items he would need at the foot of the bed.
He returned to the bathroom and picked up Maggie, who was still wheezing from her ordeal and carried the soaking woman to Kate’s bed, laying her on her side on the mattress. She lay there shivering as he went back to collect her daughter. He returned quickly carrying the bound athlete and placed her on her bed, facing her mother, they looked at each other, trying to re-assure each other with their eyes, he moved them closed together, and they each wormed towards each other seeking comfort in each other’s physical contact. Kate lay her cheek on her mothers, some of her drool escaping her ball gag and running down her mother’s face – neither seemed to notice.
He wrapped a leather belt through the small of Kate’s back, underneath both the tied women, up through the small of Maggie’s back and made a loop.
He pulled on it tightly, forcing the two women’s abdomens together, before buckling the strap. He ran a similar belt behind their knees and likewise tightened that, forcing their hogtied thighs together.
Kate’s small frame was squished against her mother’s thick body, the straps digging into Maggies lycra-covered flesh - there was no escape for either woman as they tested the straps holding them together, both sobbing softly at the indignity of this forced intimacy
The man left the mother and daughter tied like this and went to explore Kate’s house to find what he needed for what he had in mind next. He’d seen a coffee machine in the kitchen as well, since the pair weren’t going anywhere he might as well make himself comfortable.
To Be Continued..
Re: Athletic GIMPs
Breaking Heidi
Part VII: Breathtaking
Heidi didn’t know how long she’d slept, her circadian rhythm was destroyed after several drug induced sleeps, a lack of natural light and the enforced darkness of the hood.
She lay still, not daring to open her eyes or move, hoping against hope it was all just a bad dream. The painful inprints of the metal springs on the back of her body though told her otherwise, she tried opening her eyes, the hood confirming that this was all too real.
She moved her body as best she could, trying to work out some of the stiffness in her limbs.
The pain of the chilli oil was still burning in her crotch, but noticeably less than when she went to sleep - she remembered her determination not to be broken and focused her mind on surviving.
It wasn’t long before she heard the door open, and the sound of the pair returning. She caught a whiff of coffee, and at the smell her stomach growled - she hadn’t eaten anything since before she began her fateful ride.
Lucy was just a guest today, she wouldn’t be participating in the torture itself, but she was keen to watch. She would help with the set-up, and then enjoy the show as a spectator so she’d brought a large coffee and a croissant to enjoy while the morning unfolded. She’d been out for a run herself this morning, enjoying the fresh air and the sensation of moving. She was an athlete too, and knew how important it was for her mental health to get outdoors and move her body. She knew that for Heidi, having this freedom taken away, and her body immobile for so long would be a torture all by itself.
Heidi lay on the bed as they’d left her, and while the man busied himself with his preparations for the day, Lucy sat on the side of the bed next to Heidi. “Morning babe, sleep well?” There was a snort from the leather hood. Lucy placed her had on Heidi’s shin, and ran it up her leg. She squeezed the muscles of her quads, below where the thigh straps cut into her legs. She continued upwards, pointedly avoiding the bikini area. She placed the palm of her hands on Heidi’s abs, feeling them rise and fall slightly with her breathing. Her hands continued upwards, until they reached Heidi’s left breast where her hand lingered, squeezing it through the stretchy fabric of her sports bra. “Maybe today we’ll get to see these” she suggested to Heidi, as if it was under her control. She grabbed the nipple and twisted it cruelly causing Heidi to squeal through her gag at the sudden pain.
The man had finished his preparations and was watching the scene appreciatively, he was really looking forward to seeing Lucy work on Heidi when her time to torture her really began.
The man walked over, jammed a stungun into Heidi’s ribs and administered a shock, it wasn’t elegant way of subduing her, but they didn’t want to take any changes, especially as Heidi had had some time to recover her strength.
They quickly unfastened the straps holding her to the bed, and lifted her into the chair in which she had woken up on her arrival. She was restrained the same way, firmly attached by leather straps at her wrists, forearms, ankles, knees and chest, keeping her almost totally immobile, and as before, her knees were fasted to the chair arms, giving an inviting glance of her shapely inner thighs. Now the hard part was done, Lucy retired, taking up a position next to the laptop, ready to enjoy her coffee and croissant.
It hadn’t been a big shock from the stungun, and Heidi was already coming round. His first task was to remove the hood – he undid the laces at the rear of her head, and he peeled the soft leather from Heidi’s face.
Heidi’s eyes had a look of defiance that hadn’t been there yesterday, clearly the rest had done her some good, she was testing her restraints, flexing her toned muscles, trying to find any potential weaknesses in her bondage. She was still gagged with her shorts, the tightly wrapped tape hadn’t moved a millimetre since it was applied, her hair a total mess having been under the hood all night.
The man pulled out a small wire device – it was a nose clip that swimmers use to stop water going up their nose by pinching their nostrils shut. The man held it over the end of Heidi’s nose and waited for the recognition in her eyes. Heidi had indeed used these early in her swimming days before she learning how to manage her breathing and pressurize her nose properly. She had to cross her eyes slightly to see what the man was holding, but she quickly recognized it, and started shaking her head, knowing what was coming next, desperate to avoid it.. He slid the clip onto the soft part of the top of her nose and waited.
As soon as she had seen the clip, she started to regulate her breathing as best she could, trying to take slow deep breaths to try and purge the CO2 from her bloodstream and allow her to hold her breath for as long as possible. She closed her eyes, trying to slow her heart rate for the same reason, although the adrenalin in her system was working against her on that one.
She was breathing steadily, waiting for the moment when her air would be cut off, but nothing happened.. She continued to wait, but eventually she opened her eyes to see what was going on..
The man had been waiting for her to open her eyes, monitoring her breathing. He looked her straight in the eye, and as she fully exhaled, he slipped the clip over her nostrils.
Heidi hadn’t expected this – she was waiting to fill her lungs again before the clip went on, and he relished the look of confusion when he jumped the gun – he’d waited for her to open her eyes specifically to see that look.
This was awful – her lungs were totally empty and there was no way she could draw in any air whatsoever through the clip. She shook her head violently to dislodge it, but it refused to move.
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her diaphragm trying to pull in air, her ribs trying to expand her chest to suck in air that could no longer enter her body. The CO2 levels in her blood continued to rise, and her struggles turned to panic. Her face was rapidly turning red, she looked into the face of the man who sat right next to her enjoying her suffering immensely. She strained her whole body against the straps holding her, fighting for her life. She tied bending her body to reach the clip with her restrained hands, but the straps across her chest prevented her from leaning forward. She desperately needed to take a breath – she was making panicked, shrieking noises from within her gag as her chest heaved, the nose clip remaining firmly in place.. Heidi felt head felt like it was exploding, her vision was starting to blur and she was beginning to see stars.. She didn’t want to die like this, tied to a chair, suffocating for the pleasure of some sadist.. Everything began to fade, and Heidi slumped against her restraints, her last thoughts of her family that she would never see again..
She came round still attached to the chair, the man holding a breathing mask over her nose and still gagged mouth. The pure oxygen flowed from it bringing her back into consciousness. The nose clip had been removed, but she had a pounding headache, probably caused by the oxygen deprivation, she hoped she hadn’t been suffocated for long enough to do any permanent damage.. Her head was weakly lolling from side to side as the man kept the oxygen flowing, Lucy watched on, sipping her coffee.
“Did we enjoy our near death experience?” the man asked Heidi. She snorted.. “Glad to hear it, that was just a nice warm-up to get your lungs working” he informed her ominously.
The next part made him a little sad, he had to remove the wonderful gag that he and Lucy had created the previous day. He began unwrapping the tape around Heidi’s head, the bottom layer pulling harshly on her skin and hair as he ripped it off. He peeled the tape away from her lips, but the shorts were so tightly jam packed inside her mouth they remained in place. He quickly grabbed a protruding piece of material and pulled - he knew her jaw would be stiff, but didn’t want to risk getting bitten. The material stretched, but eventually the shorts popped out of her mouth, he produced a Ziploc bag and sealed the soggy mess inside – he waved the bag in front of Heidi’s eyes “You’ll see them again, don’t worry” he said, before putting them to one side.
Heidi worked her jaw. The muscles below her chin had been cramping wickedly with her mouth forced open for so long, her mouth was dry as a bone, and she moved her tongue freely for the first time without the disgusting wad of material in her mouth.
The man was sat watching her, as if he was waiting for something.
Heidi’s throat was still sore from her screams yesterday and between the dryness in her throat and mouth, her voice came out as a hoarse croak as she re-discovered the use of her jaw.
“Please.. Why…..Why are you doing this? Just, just let me go.. “
The man mentally checked these off his bingo list of things-that-captured-girls-always-say.
As her headache faded her fortitude began to return. “You won’t get away with this you fucks, people will be looking for me”. 2 more ticks off the list. “I’ll fucking kill you – let me out of here!!” Tick and tick.
“Heidi, look. Save your breath, believe me you are going to need it”.
He picked up an object that looked to Heidi like some kind of oversize snorkel mask, and pressed it against her face – she recoiled against the unfamiliar object, but the man was stood behind her and her head had nowhere to go. He pulled the rubbery straps over her head and tightened them, sealing the mask against her face.
“What the fuck is this – what are you going to do to me now??” Tick and tick. She was speaking from inside the mask, her voice sounding far away as it travelled up the tube.
The device was in fact a snorkel mask, although he’d had to make some modifications to the off-the-shelf version - the mask was designed to be worn by someone face-down in the water, so the snorkel-tube went behind the mask, and he’d had to modify it so that when worn in a seated position, the tube was vertical. He’d also added a fitting that allowed some interchangeable accessories to be added to the tube.
He’d also removed some of the unnecessary inner plastic to leave a clearer view of the wearers face, and added some industrial strength anti-fogging solution to the inside. This was now strapped securely to Heidi’s face – she peered out thought the clear plastic lens, trying to shake the contraption off her head.
He wanted to check how well it was sealed to Heidi’s beautiful face - he’d installed a plastic ball valve on the end of the breathing tube, with a quarter turn he closed the air pathway, and waited.
Unlike with the nose clip, there was some air trapped in the mask with Heidi, and it took her a couple of breaths to realise that the air wasn’t flowing in and out as it should.
He was listening for the sound of any air escaping the seal of the mask while Heidi tried to draw air in and out against the closed valve. Satisfied he could hear none, he settled back to enjoy the show. One of the advantages of this contraption was that the wearer of the mask could speak
“Hey, HEY, I can’t breath in this thing, HEY!!” The anti-fog solution was working, and the plastic screen continued to give an unobstructed view of Heidi’s paniced face as again she felt herself suffocating, she hated the sensation that her own hot breath was creating a toxic cloud around her.
Again, her chest was heaving, but the air this time was moving into and out of her lungs, but with each exhalation, the carbon dioxide the air contained was increasing steadily. Her breathing grew more and more rapid, taking huge breaths, trying to extract all the oxygen that was left in the air. “Please……Please…I……can’t…..breath….” she breathlessly gasped through the mask..
Heidi had a VO2max of over 60, meaning her body was very very well adapted to using oxygen during exercise, but that only helped if there was oxygen available to use. Heidi was sucking in air as if she was sprinting flat out, but her lungs still screamed for the gasses that weren’t there. She felt herself starting to pass out again – blurry vision, bright spots in front of her eyes, eyes starting to roll back into her head.
This time the man didn’t let her pass out- he opened the valve just in time – Heidi’s chest was still moving enough to push the foul air out and draw in fresh down the tube.
She flopped in the chair, heaving in great breaths of air, the air tasting as fresh as an alpine meadow to her.. She had not enjoyed this morning one bit – not being able to breath had deeply unnerved Heidi, some fear deep within had been touched, and he hadn’t even caused her any physical pain yet.
While she was still recovering, purging the CO2 from her system with deep breaths, the man fiddled with the adaptor on the top of the breathing tube, removing the ball valve that had worked so successfully, replacing it with a wide funnel. Heidi’s breaths continued in and out while he worked, he loved the power that he had to just cut off the life-giving air and watch her die.
He wheeled the laptop trolled over to the chair, and set up the screen so Heidi would be able to see what was about to happen. He had sensed a level of panic during her suffocations that made him think she might have some claustrophobia, or some other related fear being in an enclosed environment like the one in which she found herself, cut-off from the world in her plastic dome - he wanted to show her what he had planned to gauge her reaction.
“Heidi… Time to pay attention please..” She slowly raised her head, tears falling inside her mask. He was right, she wasn’t happy at all..
He panned the camera as his was speaking, as if delivering a guided tour.
“So you’ll see your facemask is here, and here is the tube that your air comes down. You’ve been snorkeling before, I saw your photos of your trip to Cuba so you know how this should work right?” It was a rhetorical question of course, so he continued, “but as you see, I’ve attached this rather neat funnel to the top of your breathing tube. So, what happens when we pour, lets say for now water in here. Where does it go? Well, if you’re thirsty you can drink it of course, it sounds like you might need a drink, but what if it keeps coming. What if your mask fills up with water faster than you can drink it… What will happen to you then.. “
Heidi’s eyes widened once again with the realization of what he was explaining, he was going to drown her..
“No no no, no no please not this, not this…. I’ll do anything, just tell me what you want, anything, please please, not this, I can’t…. please..” Heidi was garbling, all pretense of strength abandoned at this turn of events.. She had a horrible fear of drowning, it was one of the reasons she got into swimming, to have a sense of control when in the water, but right now that control had been stripped from her and she was terrified.
There was a constant stream of pleading coming out of her, this was the stuff of her nightmares. The man produced a 4 gallon water jug, similar to the the ones used in water coolers from behind the chair, and placed it upside down in Heidi’s lap, wedging between her spread thighs.
Heidi was still babbling “No no no, you don’t understand, you can’t do this, you just can’t”, shaking her head and thrashing against her restraints..
He stoked the back of her head behind the mask gently, and put his mouth next to her ear.
“Shhhh Heidi, shhhhhhhh. I want you to know this is the water I’m going to pour into the funnel very soon. I know you’re thirsty, but I’d place a substantial bet that you won’t make a dent in this.
I want you to think about how it’s going to feel. How it’s going to feel as the water rises, up to your nose, then as passes your nose, and you can’t breathe.. You hold your breath as long as you can, your lungs burning, and then… ”
To be continued..
Part VII: Breathtaking
Heidi didn’t know how long she’d slept, her circadian rhythm was destroyed after several drug induced sleeps, a lack of natural light and the enforced darkness of the hood.
She lay still, not daring to open her eyes or move, hoping against hope it was all just a bad dream. The painful inprints of the metal springs on the back of her body though told her otherwise, she tried opening her eyes, the hood confirming that this was all too real.
She moved her body as best she could, trying to work out some of the stiffness in her limbs.
The pain of the chilli oil was still burning in her crotch, but noticeably less than when she went to sleep - she remembered her determination not to be broken and focused her mind on surviving.
It wasn’t long before she heard the door open, and the sound of the pair returning. She caught a whiff of coffee, and at the smell her stomach growled - she hadn’t eaten anything since before she began her fateful ride.
Lucy was just a guest today, she wouldn’t be participating in the torture itself, but she was keen to watch. She would help with the set-up, and then enjoy the show as a spectator so she’d brought a large coffee and a croissant to enjoy while the morning unfolded. She’d been out for a run herself this morning, enjoying the fresh air and the sensation of moving. She was an athlete too, and knew how important it was for her mental health to get outdoors and move her body. She knew that for Heidi, having this freedom taken away, and her body immobile for so long would be a torture all by itself.
Heidi lay on the bed as they’d left her, and while the man busied himself with his preparations for the day, Lucy sat on the side of the bed next to Heidi. “Morning babe, sleep well?” There was a snort from the leather hood. Lucy placed her had on Heidi’s shin, and ran it up her leg. She squeezed the muscles of her quads, below where the thigh straps cut into her legs. She continued upwards, pointedly avoiding the bikini area. She placed the palm of her hands on Heidi’s abs, feeling them rise and fall slightly with her breathing. Her hands continued upwards, until they reached Heidi’s left breast where her hand lingered, squeezing it through the stretchy fabric of her sports bra. “Maybe today we’ll get to see these” she suggested to Heidi, as if it was under her control. She grabbed the nipple and twisted it cruelly causing Heidi to squeal through her gag at the sudden pain.
The man had finished his preparations and was watching the scene appreciatively, he was really looking forward to seeing Lucy work on Heidi when her time to torture her really began.
The man walked over, jammed a stungun into Heidi’s ribs and administered a shock, it wasn’t elegant way of subduing her, but they didn’t want to take any changes, especially as Heidi had had some time to recover her strength.
They quickly unfastened the straps holding her to the bed, and lifted her into the chair in which she had woken up on her arrival. She was restrained the same way, firmly attached by leather straps at her wrists, forearms, ankles, knees and chest, keeping her almost totally immobile, and as before, her knees were fasted to the chair arms, giving an inviting glance of her shapely inner thighs. Now the hard part was done, Lucy retired, taking up a position next to the laptop, ready to enjoy her coffee and croissant.
It hadn’t been a big shock from the stungun, and Heidi was already coming round. His first task was to remove the hood – he undid the laces at the rear of her head, and he peeled the soft leather from Heidi’s face.
Heidi’s eyes had a look of defiance that hadn’t been there yesterday, clearly the rest had done her some good, she was testing her restraints, flexing her toned muscles, trying to find any potential weaknesses in her bondage. She was still gagged with her shorts, the tightly wrapped tape hadn’t moved a millimetre since it was applied, her hair a total mess having been under the hood all night.
The man pulled out a small wire device – it was a nose clip that swimmers use to stop water going up their nose by pinching their nostrils shut. The man held it over the end of Heidi’s nose and waited for the recognition in her eyes. Heidi had indeed used these early in her swimming days before she learning how to manage her breathing and pressurize her nose properly. She had to cross her eyes slightly to see what the man was holding, but she quickly recognized it, and started shaking her head, knowing what was coming next, desperate to avoid it.. He slid the clip onto the soft part of the top of her nose and waited.
As soon as she had seen the clip, she started to regulate her breathing as best she could, trying to take slow deep breaths to try and purge the CO2 from her bloodstream and allow her to hold her breath for as long as possible. She closed her eyes, trying to slow her heart rate for the same reason, although the adrenalin in her system was working against her on that one.
She was breathing steadily, waiting for the moment when her air would be cut off, but nothing happened.. She continued to wait, but eventually she opened her eyes to see what was going on..
The man had been waiting for her to open her eyes, monitoring her breathing. He looked her straight in the eye, and as she fully exhaled, he slipped the clip over her nostrils.
Heidi hadn’t expected this – she was waiting to fill her lungs again before the clip went on, and he relished the look of confusion when he jumped the gun – he’d waited for her to open her eyes specifically to see that look.
This was awful – her lungs were totally empty and there was no way she could draw in any air whatsoever through the clip. She shook her head violently to dislodge it, but it refused to move.
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her diaphragm trying to pull in air, her ribs trying to expand her chest to suck in air that could no longer enter her body. The CO2 levels in her blood continued to rise, and her struggles turned to panic. Her face was rapidly turning red, she looked into the face of the man who sat right next to her enjoying her suffering immensely. She strained her whole body against the straps holding her, fighting for her life. She tied bending her body to reach the clip with her restrained hands, but the straps across her chest prevented her from leaning forward. She desperately needed to take a breath – she was making panicked, shrieking noises from within her gag as her chest heaved, the nose clip remaining firmly in place.. Heidi felt head felt like it was exploding, her vision was starting to blur and she was beginning to see stars.. She didn’t want to die like this, tied to a chair, suffocating for the pleasure of some sadist.. Everything began to fade, and Heidi slumped against her restraints, her last thoughts of her family that she would never see again..
She came round still attached to the chair, the man holding a breathing mask over her nose and still gagged mouth. The pure oxygen flowed from it bringing her back into consciousness. The nose clip had been removed, but she had a pounding headache, probably caused by the oxygen deprivation, she hoped she hadn’t been suffocated for long enough to do any permanent damage.. Her head was weakly lolling from side to side as the man kept the oxygen flowing, Lucy watched on, sipping her coffee.
“Did we enjoy our near death experience?” the man asked Heidi. She snorted.. “Glad to hear it, that was just a nice warm-up to get your lungs working” he informed her ominously.
The next part made him a little sad, he had to remove the wonderful gag that he and Lucy had created the previous day. He began unwrapping the tape around Heidi’s head, the bottom layer pulling harshly on her skin and hair as he ripped it off. He peeled the tape away from her lips, but the shorts were so tightly jam packed inside her mouth they remained in place. He quickly grabbed a protruding piece of material and pulled - he knew her jaw would be stiff, but didn’t want to risk getting bitten. The material stretched, but eventually the shorts popped out of her mouth, he produced a Ziploc bag and sealed the soggy mess inside – he waved the bag in front of Heidi’s eyes “You’ll see them again, don’t worry” he said, before putting them to one side.
Heidi worked her jaw. The muscles below her chin had been cramping wickedly with her mouth forced open for so long, her mouth was dry as a bone, and she moved her tongue freely for the first time without the disgusting wad of material in her mouth.
The man was sat watching her, as if he was waiting for something.
Heidi’s throat was still sore from her screams yesterday and between the dryness in her throat and mouth, her voice came out as a hoarse croak as she re-discovered the use of her jaw.
“Please.. Why…..Why are you doing this? Just, just let me go.. “
The man mentally checked these off his bingo list of things-that-captured-girls-always-say.
As her headache faded her fortitude began to return. “You won’t get away with this you fucks, people will be looking for me”. 2 more ticks off the list. “I’ll fucking kill you – let me out of here!!” Tick and tick.
“Heidi, look. Save your breath, believe me you are going to need it”.
He picked up an object that looked to Heidi like some kind of oversize snorkel mask, and pressed it against her face – she recoiled against the unfamiliar object, but the man was stood behind her and her head had nowhere to go. He pulled the rubbery straps over her head and tightened them, sealing the mask against her face.
“What the fuck is this – what are you going to do to me now??” Tick and tick. She was speaking from inside the mask, her voice sounding far away as it travelled up the tube.
The device was in fact a snorkel mask, although he’d had to make some modifications to the off-the-shelf version - the mask was designed to be worn by someone face-down in the water, so the snorkel-tube went behind the mask, and he’d had to modify it so that when worn in a seated position, the tube was vertical. He’d also added a fitting that allowed some interchangeable accessories to be added to the tube.
He’d also removed some of the unnecessary inner plastic to leave a clearer view of the wearers face, and added some industrial strength anti-fogging solution to the inside. This was now strapped securely to Heidi’s face – she peered out thought the clear plastic lens, trying to shake the contraption off her head.
He wanted to check how well it was sealed to Heidi’s beautiful face - he’d installed a plastic ball valve on the end of the breathing tube, with a quarter turn he closed the air pathway, and waited.
Unlike with the nose clip, there was some air trapped in the mask with Heidi, and it took her a couple of breaths to realise that the air wasn’t flowing in and out as it should.
He was listening for the sound of any air escaping the seal of the mask while Heidi tried to draw air in and out against the closed valve. Satisfied he could hear none, he settled back to enjoy the show. One of the advantages of this contraption was that the wearer of the mask could speak
“Hey, HEY, I can’t breath in this thing, HEY!!” The anti-fog solution was working, and the plastic screen continued to give an unobstructed view of Heidi’s paniced face as again she felt herself suffocating, she hated the sensation that her own hot breath was creating a toxic cloud around her.
Again, her chest was heaving, but the air this time was moving into and out of her lungs, but with each exhalation, the carbon dioxide the air contained was increasing steadily. Her breathing grew more and more rapid, taking huge breaths, trying to extract all the oxygen that was left in the air. “Please……Please…I……can’t…..breath….” she breathlessly gasped through the mask..
Heidi had a VO2max of over 60, meaning her body was very very well adapted to using oxygen during exercise, but that only helped if there was oxygen available to use. Heidi was sucking in air as if she was sprinting flat out, but her lungs still screamed for the gasses that weren’t there. She felt herself starting to pass out again – blurry vision, bright spots in front of her eyes, eyes starting to roll back into her head.
This time the man didn’t let her pass out- he opened the valve just in time – Heidi’s chest was still moving enough to push the foul air out and draw in fresh down the tube.
She flopped in the chair, heaving in great breaths of air, the air tasting as fresh as an alpine meadow to her.. She had not enjoyed this morning one bit – not being able to breath had deeply unnerved Heidi, some fear deep within had been touched, and he hadn’t even caused her any physical pain yet.
While she was still recovering, purging the CO2 from her system with deep breaths, the man fiddled with the adaptor on the top of the breathing tube, removing the ball valve that had worked so successfully, replacing it with a wide funnel. Heidi’s breaths continued in and out while he worked, he loved the power that he had to just cut off the life-giving air and watch her die.
He wheeled the laptop trolled over to the chair, and set up the screen so Heidi would be able to see what was about to happen. He had sensed a level of panic during her suffocations that made him think she might have some claustrophobia, or some other related fear being in an enclosed environment like the one in which she found herself, cut-off from the world in her plastic dome - he wanted to show her what he had planned to gauge her reaction.
“Heidi… Time to pay attention please..” She slowly raised her head, tears falling inside her mask. He was right, she wasn’t happy at all..
He panned the camera as his was speaking, as if delivering a guided tour.
“So you’ll see your facemask is here, and here is the tube that your air comes down. You’ve been snorkeling before, I saw your photos of your trip to Cuba so you know how this should work right?” It was a rhetorical question of course, so he continued, “but as you see, I’ve attached this rather neat funnel to the top of your breathing tube. So, what happens when we pour, lets say for now water in here. Where does it go? Well, if you’re thirsty you can drink it of course, it sounds like you might need a drink, but what if it keeps coming. What if your mask fills up with water faster than you can drink it… What will happen to you then.. “
Heidi’s eyes widened once again with the realization of what he was explaining, he was going to drown her..
“No no no, no no please not this, not this…. I’ll do anything, just tell me what you want, anything, please please, not this, I can’t…. please..” Heidi was garbling, all pretense of strength abandoned at this turn of events.. She had a horrible fear of drowning, it was one of the reasons she got into swimming, to have a sense of control when in the water, but right now that control had been stripped from her and she was terrified.
There was a constant stream of pleading coming out of her, this was the stuff of her nightmares. The man produced a 4 gallon water jug, similar to the the ones used in water coolers from behind the chair, and placed it upside down in Heidi’s lap, wedging between her spread thighs.
Heidi was still babbling “No no no, you don’t understand, you can’t do this, you just can’t”, shaking her head and thrashing against her restraints..
He stoked the back of her head behind the mask gently, and put his mouth next to her ear.
“Shhhh Heidi, shhhhhhhh. I want you to know this is the water I’m going to pour into the funnel very soon. I know you’re thirsty, but I’d place a substantial bet that you won’t make a dent in this.
I want you to think about how it’s going to feel. How it’s going to feel as the water rises, up to your nose, then as passes your nose, and you can’t breathe.. You hold your breath as long as you can, your lungs burning, and then… ”
To be continued..
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