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Athletic GIMPs
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Natalie at Home
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Part 1: A relaxing evening
She’d got home late having spent the day at her vineyard, busy supervising the harvest of grapes. Her husband had taken the kids to their grandparents and she had the house to herself – she was looking forward to a long soak, a glass of wine and a long night of uninterrupted sleep. She’d cancelled all her appointments for the next couple of days apart from one coffee date, and would luxuriate in a lazy, otherwise solitary long weekend, the first in longer than she could remember
She didn’t have a pool at her house – she’d said in interviews many times that it would feel “like bringing work home”, but her tub was large enough that she could almost swim laps in it. She filled it to the brim, dropped in some expensive bath salts and relaxed in the hot water, sipping a glass of wine..
She didn’t have the youthful athletic body she’d had when she won her 12 her Olympic medals, but she’d worked hard after the birth of her second child and she was very happy with her toned body, pleased that not many 39-year olds looked as good as she did.
She slipped deeper into the warm water, relishing the undisturbed relaxation.
He’d done his research very thoroughly as always, and waiting until he saw her shadow getting into her tub, he entered the house through the back door that lead in from the large garden, recognizing various features from her social media posts and cookbooks.
He moved swiftly through her kitchen, taking in the tasteful cottage style, and noticed a large note pinned to the refrigerator “Megan – Coffee – Saturday 9am here”
From his studies he knew Megan was Natalie’s sister– he’d planned to be long gone by the morning, but this was an opportunity too good to pass up. He had no interest in her, but it would be a fitting send-off for Natalie – he set some reminders on his phone so he would be prepared for her arrival.
He moved quickly through the house making a mental note of things along the way. The lounge, the garage, the gym, the framed Olympic medals along the hallway.
Her CV really was impressive – 12 time Olympic medalist, motivational speaker, TV commentator, celebrity dancer, author, winemaker, mother - he’d followed her career with interest, and finally had made the time to meet her in person, and was thoroughly looking forward to reducing her to nothing more than an object. He had reflected over the years that his “type” were physically and mentally strong, independent women, and he loved taking all that away from them - that probably would make interesting analysis for a psychologist, not that he had any interest in speaking to one.
He moved softly into the master bedroom, hearing the noises of her still in the bath, she was singing along badly to music playing through the speaker system installed in the bathroom - he was pleased to see her phone charging wirelessly beside the bed – he slipped it into his pocket without disturbing the music playing on Bluetooth.
He quickly made his preparations, attaching straps to the corners of the king sized bed, and pulling out the cuffs – he’d wrapped them all individually to avoid any clinking as he pulled them out of his bag. Satisfied, he sat on the blanket box at the foot of the bed, and waited patiently, idly fingering the safety catch on his gun.
Natalie had been thoroughly enjoying her soak, she was glad she’d brought the whole bottle of wine to top herself up, she felt like she deserved it after a long week, running some extra hot water into the tub to keep it warm. Eventually. she got up from the bath, steadying herself as she felt a little lightheaded from a combination of the heat, alcohol and sudden drop in blood pressure from standing. She dripped her way through the steam and over to the towel rack and dried herself using the heavy cotton towels. she slipped on some simple silk panties and her favorite bra, wrapped herself in the thick towel, grabbed her wine glass and headed for the bedroom.
She opened the door, steam billowed into the bedroom and she was instantly confronted by the man pointing a gun straight into her face.
Startled, she jumped backwards, dropping her wine glass, shattering it on the tiled floor of her bathroom. Her flight or fight instinct had been triggered, and her eyes darted around the room for a way out. He was watching her closely, and seeing her expression he fired a single shot from his silenced pistol into the bed causing a plume of fluff to erupt into the air, and then pointed the gun straight at her. The noise and smell of the gunpowder shocked her into standing still, she was now completely frozen having had a real gun fired in her bedroom – holding her hands over her mouth, eyes wide, suddenly sober despite the whole bottle of wine.
“Now Natalie, I know your husband and both your children are staying with their grandparents. If you want to see them again you’re going to do exactly what I say, when I say, without question – do you understand?”
She nodded frantically: “Y, yes, I understand.., P pp please put the gun down – don’t hurt me, I’ll do exactly what you say.. “
“Good. Now, drop the towel.. “ Instinctively she grabbed on to it tightly, clutching it too her chest.
Another round was fired into the bed, she yelped “OKokokok - you’re scaring me..”
The towel fell to the floor, and despite her undies, she tried to cover her private parts from his gaze.
She had posed for plenty of swimsuit shots over the years, and even some tasteful nudes for some sports publications earlier in her career, although she’d been devastated when the “behind the scenes” photos were leaked, and her nipples and pussy were visible for the world to see. All those shoots didn’t make her any less self conscious, particularly in front of a gun-wielding intruder. She noticed the comforter and sheets had been removed from her bed.
“W w, what do you want?” She managed to stammer.. “Take whatever you want, please just don’t hurt me.. I… my…kids…”
He waved the gun towards the bed, “Sit”. She sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, knees pressed together.
Her mind was spinning – how could she escape? She looked at the night stand - her phone was missing, shit.. She’d thought about getting a panic button installed, but she didn’t think anyone would be bothered enough about her to make it worthwhile, she was regretting that now as she sat sweating on the bed, her body trying to reduce it’s core temperature following the long, hot bath. He tossed over a something made of straps, with a big red ball in it, she turned it over in her hands, trying to make sense of it.
He laughed. “It goes on your head sweetheart.. Ball first, then the straps. Make sure they are nice and tight..” She uncertainly placed the rubber ball in her mouth, and fumbled with the straps behind her head. Eventually she was done, and she looked up at the man with pleading eyes – her infectious smile would never be seen again, and she was already starting to drool. “Well done.. Now, get on the bed and put your ankles in the cuffs.. “
Her breathing was shaky, she’d been hoping this was just a robbery but she couldn’t pretend any longer, nevertheless she pulled her legs onto the bed with the grace befitting an elite athlete, her movements measured and sleek. She placed her slender ankles into the metal cuffs and locked them in place. “And now your wrists…”
She did the same with her wrists, the straps holding the cuffs loose enough that she could manage both wrists herself, she looked up at the man pitifully when she had secured herself.
He went round the bed and tugged sharply on the webbing straps attached to the cuffs, tightening them individually, pulling her ankles towards the corners of the bed, spreading her legs widely, before doing the same with the straps attached to her wrists. She moaned into her gag and tried to resist, but he put his foot on the bedframe and pulled with all his strength until all the straps were taut and she lay helplessly spreadeagle.
Natalie gasped as she felt the straps tighten and her body spread, almost straight away the metal of the cuffs began digging painfully into her wrists and ankles but there was no escape as the tension from the straps kept her limbs taut and crushed the delicate skin between metal and bone.
Now she was secured he relaxed slightly, the most dangerous part for him was over, and the Olympic champion was now inescapably bound to her own bed.
He wandered to his bag and pulled out a camera, taking photos of her prone form, admiring her body. She was still in great shape, having resumed competitive swimming a year or so ago. She wasn’t bulky, but her muscles were sculpted and firm, and there was barely a trace of fat on her lean frame.
He jumped onto the bed, kneeling over her torso. She smelt delicious; the bath salts gave her an aroma of cinnamon adding another layer to her appeal, he ran his hands all over her warm,toned body.. He reached for the camera, taking some photos of her terrified face from above, and turned the screen towards Natalie, playing back the images back.
“Here you are slut, look at yourself.. Should we send your kids a picture of their whore mom all tied up and about to be fucked??” He pulled out her phone, taunting her with it, “No, maybe later, when we’ve had a bit more fun together..”
She wailed into her gag, turning her head to avoid looking at her own helplessness on the screen - she wasn’t a slut or a whore, she was a mom and so much more.. She flexed her strong muscles against the restraints but they held firm, pain flaring from the cuffs, she wasn’t going anywhere unless he released her - she knew it and she hated how she’d let herself be overpowered so easily, but what else could she have done..
He pulled out his hunting knife and flashed it in front of her face. Her eyes went wide and her body trembled at the ran the tip of the blade all the way down her tanned body, she followed it with her eyes as far as she could, the knife was scratching a faint white line as he dragged it over her skin. He toyed with the point of the glittering blade on her abs, pushing the tip into her firm stomach, enjoying the feeling of her taut muscles pushing against him.
He slipped the knife into the waistband of her panties, sliced through the straps on both her hips and pulled the garment out between her legs, dragging it upwards through her labia and tossing the flimsy fabric on the floor.
He undressed and climbed on top of her, entering her roughly without any preamble, and as he’d always dreamed, she felt amazing, her muscles clenching as she strained against her bonds making him come quickly – he’d be back for more later, this was just to get the initial excitement out of his system. He flopped on top of her, savoring her scent, physically feeling her weeping as her chest heaved beneath him..
After a few moments he raised himself off her, “There you go bitch, you can add rape victim to your CV now”, and slapped her hard across her face. He got off the bed, got dressed and retrieved her panties from the floor.
His sperm was leaking out of her shaved pussy – he grabbed her panties and wiped it from between her labia, and shoved the panties deep into her cunt to marinade for later.
He checked her restraints, and satisfied they were in order he left the bedroom in search of the items he needed for the rest of the evening, leaving the distraught athlete sobbing on her bed..
To be continued..
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Also found an ex-tumblr site "the slutty athlete", if anyone has more or knows if her page is still active would me most interested, I image she could take a lot of punishment..
Re: Athletic GIMPs
This is a promising teaser!
At the moment, this is by far the best topic on the Forum. I hope you don’t lose momentum and the flow of posts will be constant.
Most of the girls on this topic aren’t my type (Kate is an exception), but the topic is so exciting that I don’t even think about it! I really like the way you put the fabric of fantasy on the backs of real girls.
Your efforts are greatly appreciated!
PS: I would recommend you to backup your texts somewhere, because the accidental loss of the topic is a real possibility (that happened to me), and losing all these texts would be a catastrophe!
Re: Athletic GIMPs
Natalie at Home
Part II: A quiet evening in
He walked unhurriedly around her home admiring what was on display - there was so much swimming memorabilia on the walls. It was such a shame she didn’t have a pool at her house he mused, he’d have loved to have forced her into a cage, setting it on the edge of the pool and watching her panic as he explained what he would do next, she would be powerless to escape, rattling the cage.. All her swimming skills would be useless as the cage was slowly lowered under the water, holding her breath until her lungs burned, praying that someone will rescue her, until she inevitably sucked water into her lungs, convulsing as she passed, staring up at the surface of the water just inches away. He snapped out of his daydream, and focused on his search, starting in the enormous garage. Thankfully it was meticulously organized, the products from her various projects and sponsors neatly labelled on shelves so he didn’t have trouble finding the first item, even though it was small. Natalie had created a limited edition swimcap for a charity, and he found a box contained the leftovers and withdrew several. He only needed one, but he figured they’d be collectors’ items once the news of Natalie’s demise was public and extra cash never hurt.
The second item was harder to find – it was a yoga device, ever since he’d seen her promote it he’d dreamed of having her tied town on it, her spine bending backwards enticingly as he explored her body.. After a few minutes of searching he found the item, dusty behind a stack of yoga mats, apparently not used for a long time. He also noted with relief a several large jerry cans of fuel for the ride-on mowers parked inside. He wasn’t sure there would be any fuel stored around with this being a relatively urban neighborhood, so he’d brought some tubing to siphon fuel out of her car, he was glad he’d be spared this effort.
He stopped off in the kitchen on the way back through the house, on the counter were several bottles of Natalie’s vinyards latest vintages, he couldn’t help but try one. He selected a nice juicy red and an inordinately large glass and headed back to the bedroom.
Unsurprisingly she was right where he’d left her. When she heard the door open she raised her head, and tried to communicate through the large gag.. It was unintelligible, but the gist was clear – she was pleading to be let go.
The man sighed and came and sat on the side of the bed next to her, stroking her tear-stained cheek.
“Look Natalie, you’re a smart woman, you’ve figured this out. You’ve seen my face, I’ve left my DNA all over your house and deep inside your body so you know you’re not getting out of this alive. When I’m done with hurting you, I’ll burn this place to the ground with your remains inside it” If she’d have been able to move her face she would have stared slack-jawed at him, but with the face in the harness, she could only stare wide-eyed, the words slowly sinking in..
“I know I said you’d see your family again, but that was a lie – you won’t, well most of them anyway, at least your sister will be joining us briefly.”
SHIT! SHITTYSHITSHITSHIT!! She’d forgotten about her sister’s visit – she’d be walking into a trap, she knew she’d left a note on the refrigerator announcing the time of her arrival. They’d spoken this afternoon to confirm and she was always punctual. She renewed her frantic struggles to tug her wrists from the cuffs encircling them, fighting now not only for her own life but for that of her sister, but it didn’t matter, the cuffs were too tight and she only succeeded in bruising and cutting her wrists more, red stains appearing on her bedsheets as the blood seeped from the raw flesh.
He stepped back to watch the desperate woman struggle, pouring a glass of wine and moving towards the large vintage armchair at the foot of the bed. Like most bedroom chairs, this one was doubling as a wardrobe – he dumped the accumulated clothing on the floor and sank into the soft cushions, sipping his wine slowly. If he was staying the night he was going to take this very slowly. At the end of the glass, he moved back to the bed.
Her bra was still on, and he removed it with a couple of flicks of his knife, Natalie turning her head away as she was finally fully naked before him. He straddled her chest, squeezing her ribs with his thighs.
He pulled out the swim cap. “Deep Breath” he advised, before stretching the thick black, blue and green silicone over her face. The cap was stretchy enough that it easily fitted over the harness straps and sealed nicely against her scalp, completely cutting off her air.
She initially tried to hold her breath, but eventually the urge to breathe took over, her strong lungs trying desperately to pump air in and out of her body. The cap inflated a surprising amount, testament to her enormous lung capacity, and was drawn flat against her face and slightly into her nostrils when she tried to inhale. He regretted not having brought a ring gag that would have allowed the cap to be sucked deeper into her mouth giving the classic breath play image, wryly thinking this was something to add to his preparation list for the next multiple Olympic champion swimmer he decided to torture.
Natalie was suffocating in a nightmare, her world was dark, she couldn’t shake the tight cap off her head, she couldn’t bite a hole in it because of the ball in her mouth - she could do nothing to help herself and she began to panic as her body began to poison itself.
Through her rising panic she felt the man reach roughly into her vagina and pull out her panties, before climbing on top of her and pushing his member deep inside her. Her chest was heaving rapidly and eventually her vision began to blur - she felt him come deep inside her as she jerked into unconsciousness.
He’d thoroughly enjoyed that, her frantic struggles to breathe and the feeling of her spasms gripping him as he was so deep inside her was a memory he’d always cherish.
He pulled the cap off her face with a “schluck”, it was wet inside with the condensation from her hot breath. Her heart was still beating, and he administered a few rescue breaths, covering her mouth with the cap and putting his mouth over her nose and blowing. He saw her chest rise and fall a couple of times, he did a couple of chest compressions to jump start her breathing and she slowly opened her eyes.
He grabbed a pair of her used cotton knickers from the pile of clothes he had dumped off the chair, and used them to wipe away the cum dribbling out her - he shoved them deep into her sex, along with the panties he’d cut off her earlier. She was weeping, trying to overcome the horror of what he’d just made her endure, still breathing heavily to purge the accumulated CO2 from her blood. He played with her a while longer, sitting on her chest and covering her face with the cap, toying with her. Sometime he’d cover her whole face, sometime her mouth and nose only and watch her pretty green eyes as they darted and pleaded, sometimes he’d just pinch her nose and enjoy her breath bubbling through the drool from her gag.
After a while the man realized he was starving – he again left the bound athlete and wandered back to the kitchen, fixed himself a sandwich and bringing it back to the bedroom. He took up his seat in the armchair, eating off a plate in his lap and sipping another glass of the delicious wine, enjoying the vista of the woman in bondage and savoring the control he had over her..
Once he’d recovered sufficiently, he turned his attentions back to his miserable captive.
He pulled out the dense foam device he’d retrieved from the garage and placed it onto the bed next to her.
He’d threaded two straps under the device, loosened the straps holding her wrists very slightly and pushed it under her back. She raised herself to accommodate it, desperately to try to please him, or at least make some connection that might make him change his plans and spare her life.
He fastened the straps tightly over her hips and the top of her chest, bending her spine backwards. For an athlete with her flexibility it wasn’t an arduous stretch at all, but it gave her body a delicious curve, thrusting her chest outwards and raising her groin off the bed – with her legs still widely spread her pussy was also delightfully vulnerable, she tried to hold her head up, but eventually it flopped backwards, unsupported.
He admired her body yet again, her toned muscles beautifully displayed under the dim, warm light of the bedroom.
Her upthrust breasts were tiny, but that wasn’t a reason not to torture them. He’d brought an little device that would apply some castration bands to her nipples – he’d seen her nipples and knew they were relatively large in relation to her small mounds, but he’d nevertheless selected the smallest possible bands that would be sure to crush them mercilessly.
The device was fiddly, but he got the first band on and ready to apply. He grabbed her left breast and rolled his tongue gently around her areole, flicking the sensitive bud. He knew this was a massive turn on for most women, and despite her revulsion to his attention, the nipple swelled obligingly.
He brought the device over, Natalie was straining to raise her head to see what was happening as the tool approached her – she wailed into her gag as the first band dug viciously into the base of her sensitive nipples. He repeated this with the other breast, eliciting similar cries of pain from the exposed woman. Once the bands were firmly attached he gave each nipple a malicious pinch and moved down between her spread legs.
He ran his hands over her crotch, her pussy lips were immaculately smooth, Natalie was straining in vain to prevent the invasion of her most intimate areas, even through he’d fucked her twice so far, the intent with which he was studying her genitals up close was far more humiliating. She loved sex, and had some fantastically athletic partners, but she was always shy about her pussy, and hated anyone touching her if she didn’t trust them implicitly, and she loathed that her tormenter was taking such a keen interest. Her slit was moist with her secretions, he pushed his fingers inside her and pulled her underwear out of her vagina once more.
He parted her labia with his thumbs and ran his tongue along her slit, enjoying the taste, and tickling the bud of her clitoris, enjoying it’s automatic rise from within its hood. He bit down hard on the sensitive bud, grinding it between his teeth until he tasted the metallic tang of her blood, and relishing Natalie’s screams and jerking of her inner thighs either side of his head.
He pushed his fingers into her slit, exploring the softness of her vagina, the muscles of her pelvic floor, the firm button of her cervix, Natalie was squirming and mewing the whole time, hating the terrible intimacy of this forced examination.
He pushed his whole fist into her vagina, her lean abdomen visibly distending with his hand inside her, exacerbated by the curve of her back, he pressed down hard on her hypogastric region with this palm, squishing her between his hands – she squealed as she felt her insides moving. He played with her a while longer, experimenting with different angles and amounts of force to see how she reacted. She was clearly in massive discomfort, she had very little range of movement and she was making use of every millmetre she could wriggle.
He hadn’t really planned to, but since he wasn’t in a hurry pulled out one of his favorite toys. He’d bought it in a historical auction, the literature it came with talked about the dubious history of the device – it may never have been used in actual torture, maybe just a talking point, but regardless of this it was a beautiful piece of engineering and operated perfectly. He liked it as it was also very compact for the amount of damage it inflicted, and even better it also looked terrifying to his victims, and he enjoyed that just as much as the physical aspects of the torture.
Natalie’s head was flopped back, she didn’t have the energy to support it, but when he placed the cold metal on her sternum she raised it as much as she could to see what the heavy object was.
He obligingly lifted it in front of her eyes. “This.. This little beauty goes into your slutty cunt.. and then I turn this….and these open like this…all the way..…..and then I rip it out of you, imagine how that is going to feel.. “ Her eyes boggled, she would had never imagined such a device could exist, let alone it would be used on her in her own bed.. She shook her head frantically and tried to plead through her gag, but the man began to slowly close the device before moving it to her crotch. He spread her lips with his fingers, and almost gently inserted it inside her, his wrist had loosened her a little as he fisted her, but the bulbous end still needed firm pressure before it slipped inside her, the helpless woman wailing at this most private invader. He gripped the protruding end of the device and turned the screw once and she felt it expand slightly inside her. Another turn and the pressure grew, she writhed helplessly at the increasing discomfort. Another turn and the discomfort began to turn to pain as the four segments pushed outwards through her delicate tissues. He looked at her pretty face in her gag and harness – she was really not enjoying this.. He gripped the handle and rather than expand the device, he just twisted it from side to side and jerked it in and out the thin edges of the segments cutting into to the walls of her vagina. He thought she might tear free from her restraints as she bucked and thrashed tried to escape her bonds, the device was buried inside her though, and her struggles could do nothing to dislodge it.
He resumed the slow opening of the device, Natalie’s insides felt like they were in a slow-motion explosion – every turn adding to the pressure and agony deep within her body as the device grew, her insides cramping as they were distended.
He hadn’t opened the device even close to its full extent – he didn’t want to risk her bleeding to death, but he wasn’t worried about causing some damage, there was no danger of her getting an infection, she wouldn’t live that long.
He let her stew in her misery for a while, leaving the device buried deep within her insides – she was trying to somehow push it out but there was no way she could remove it herself, she felt utterly violated beyond what she had ever imagined possible.
Eventually he slowly began to pull the device out, as Natalie shrieked into her gag.
Both her kids had been born naturally, but their skulls were round and slightly flexible to minimize the damage to their mother as they were born and passed through her reproductive system. This device on the other hand was none of those things - deliberately designed to be the opposite and she could feel it scoring and stretching her vagina horribly as he removed it slowly, she was biting down hard on the rubber ball, screwing her eyes closed against the pain and horrible sensation.
After what felt to Natalie like a lifetime the device emerged, stretching the entrance to her vagina wide, he paused to admire how much her pink flesh could stretch.. Even after it was gone her insides remained on fire, he showed her the bloody mess on its gleaming metal segments before laying it reverently on the bed beside her head, still in the position in which he had removed it from her body, no wonder it had hurt so badly, it must have been expanded to at least 7 or 8 inches across. She lay they groaning, as much from the psychological trauma as the pain, and once again he undressed and plunged his member into the helpless athlete.
The angle of her hips on the ramp meant he could penetrate her much deeper than he had before, just as well as he’d stretched and damaged the entrance to her vagina so severely that for him there was barely any sensation as he entered her, but he savored the feelings as his probed deep inside her. He grabbed her crushed nipples, squeezing them brutally between his thumb nails and first finger, the agony in her nipples overlaying with the pain from her crotch. She was suffering magnificently, and he came deep inside her once more. He lay draped over her before he withdrew, enjoying feeling her heart pounding in her chest, his body being lifting slightly with each one of her shaking breaths. Eventually he stood up, and again stuffed her panties back inside her, removed the wedge from below her back and re-tightened the webbing straps stretching her fully spreadeagle once more.
He carefully swept the broken glass from the bathroom before taking a long hot shower, making very sure to wash her blood off his crotch.
Clean and refreshed he laid on the bed next to Natalie, squeezing himself over and around the straps still holding her taut, and settled down to watch some Netflix on the large TV in the bedroom, idly stoking her hair and toying with her bound body as he finished the bottle of wine. Before long he felt himself dozing, he turned off the TV and pulled a blanket over himself and drifted to sleep to the sound of her snuffling sobs.
Natalie lay there in the dark, helplessly tied to her own bed, her captor and rapist snoring raucously beside her. Her life had been utterly shattered in the last few hours - an intruder in her home and worse in her bedroom, the forced self-bondage, the rapes, the horrible sensation of suffocating to death, but for her the worst part had been the feeling of the man’s hands inside her most intimate areas, the feeling of not being able to prevent him from doing whatever he wanted, and the final terrible mutilation of her vagina. They’d talked about having a third kid to complete their family, but right now with the rending pain inside her that seemed it would never happen, even if she somehow survived this ordeal.
She felt there was no way she would be able to sleep with the agony in her crotch and breasts but after a short while, the traumatic emotions of the day caught up with her and she fell into a fitful sleep, haunted by the images of her family she so desperately hoped to see again, and the image of her sweet sister, whom she desperately hoped not to..
To be continued,,
Nice little breathplay video using a swimcap here, would have liked to see her suffer a little longer, but I like that she is gagged.
https://motherless.com/069D1B9
Pear pic from the Insex and 912, always one of my favorites. I couldn’t find the original sets on any of their sites to link but here’s a more recent version..
https://www.insexondemand.com/iod/play. ... RJ915H7IEL
Part II: A quiet evening in
He walked unhurriedly around her home admiring what was on display - there was so much swimming memorabilia on the walls. It was such a shame she didn’t have a pool at her house he mused, he’d have loved to have forced her into a cage, setting it on the edge of the pool and watching her panic as he explained what he would do next, she would be powerless to escape, rattling the cage.. All her swimming skills would be useless as the cage was slowly lowered under the water, holding her breath until her lungs burned, praying that someone will rescue her, until she inevitably sucked water into her lungs, convulsing as she passed, staring up at the surface of the water just inches away. He snapped out of his daydream, and focused on his search, starting in the enormous garage. Thankfully it was meticulously organized, the products from her various projects and sponsors neatly labelled on shelves so he didn’t have trouble finding the first item, even though it was small. Natalie had created a limited edition swimcap for a charity, and he found a box contained the leftovers and withdrew several. He only needed one, but he figured they’d be collectors’ items once the news of Natalie’s demise was public and extra cash never hurt.
The second item was harder to find – it was a yoga device, ever since he’d seen her promote it he’d dreamed of having her tied town on it, her spine bending backwards enticingly as he explored her body.. After a few minutes of searching he found the item, dusty behind a stack of yoga mats, apparently not used for a long time. He also noted with relief a several large jerry cans of fuel for the ride-on mowers parked inside. He wasn’t sure there would be any fuel stored around with this being a relatively urban neighborhood, so he’d brought some tubing to siphon fuel out of her car, he was glad he’d be spared this effort.
He stopped off in the kitchen on the way back through the house, on the counter were several bottles of Natalie’s vinyards latest vintages, he couldn’t help but try one. He selected a nice juicy red and an inordinately large glass and headed back to the bedroom.
Unsurprisingly she was right where he’d left her. When she heard the door open she raised her head, and tried to communicate through the large gag.. It was unintelligible, but the gist was clear – she was pleading to be let go.
The man sighed and came and sat on the side of the bed next to her, stroking her tear-stained cheek.
“Look Natalie, you’re a smart woman, you’ve figured this out. You’ve seen my face, I’ve left my DNA all over your house and deep inside your body so you know you’re not getting out of this alive. When I’m done with hurting you, I’ll burn this place to the ground with your remains inside it” If she’d have been able to move her face she would have stared slack-jawed at him, but with the face in the harness, she could only stare wide-eyed, the words slowly sinking in..
“I know I said you’d see your family again, but that was a lie – you won’t, well most of them anyway, at least your sister will be joining us briefly.”
SHIT! SHITTYSHITSHITSHIT!! She’d forgotten about her sister’s visit – she’d be walking into a trap, she knew she’d left a note on the refrigerator announcing the time of her arrival. They’d spoken this afternoon to confirm and she was always punctual. She renewed her frantic struggles to tug her wrists from the cuffs encircling them, fighting now not only for her own life but for that of her sister, but it didn’t matter, the cuffs were too tight and she only succeeded in bruising and cutting her wrists more, red stains appearing on her bedsheets as the blood seeped from the raw flesh.
He stepped back to watch the desperate woman struggle, pouring a glass of wine and moving towards the large vintage armchair at the foot of the bed. Like most bedroom chairs, this one was doubling as a wardrobe – he dumped the accumulated clothing on the floor and sank into the soft cushions, sipping his wine slowly. If he was staying the night he was going to take this very slowly. At the end of the glass, he moved back to the bed.
Her bra was still on, and he removed it with a couple of flicks of his knife, Natalie turning her head away as she was finally fully naked before him. He straddled her chest, squeezing her ribs with his thighs.
He pulled out the swim cap. “Deep Breath” he advised, before stretching the thick black, blue and green silicone over her face. The cap was stretchy enough that it easily fitted over the harness straps and sealed nicely against her scalp, completely cutting off her air.
She initially tried to hold her breath, but eventually the urge to breathe took over, her strong lungs trying desperately to pump air in and out of her body. The cap inflated a surprising amount, testament to her enormous lung capacity, and was drawn flat against her face and slightly into her nostrils when she tried to inhale. He regretted not having brought a ring gag that would have allowed the cap to be sucked deeper into her mouth giving the classic breath play image, wryly thinking this was something to add to his preparation list for the next multiple Olympic champion swimmer he decided to torture.
Natalie was suffocating in a nightmare, her world was dark, she couldn’t shake the tight cap off her head, she couldn’t bite a hole in it because of the ball in her mouth - she could do nothing to help herself and she began to panic as her body began to poison itself.
Through her rising panic she felt the man reach roughly into her vagina and pull out her panties, before climbing on top of her and pushing his member deep inside her. Her chest was heaving rapidly and eventually her vision began to blur - she felt him come deep inside her as she jerked into unconsciousness.
He’d thoroughly enjoyed that, her frantic struggles to breathe and the feeling of her spasms gripping him as he was so deep inside her was a memory he’d always cherish.
He pulled the cap off her face with a “schluck”, it was wet inside with the condensation from her hot breath. Her heart was still beating, and he administered a few rescue breaths, covering her mouth with the cap and putting his mouth over her nose and blowing. He saw her chest rise and fall a couple of times, he did a couple of chest compressions to jump start her breathing and she slowly opened her eyes.
He grabbed a pair of her used cotton knickers from the pile of clothes he had dumped off the chair, and used them to wipe away the cum dribbling out her - he shoved them deep into her sex, along with the panties he’d cut off her earlier. She was weeping, trying to overcome the horror of what he’d just made her endure, still breathing heavily to purge the accumulated CO2 from her blood. He played with her a while longer, sitting on her chest and covering her face with the cap, toying with her. Sometime he’d cover her whole face, sometime her mouth and nose only and watch her pretty green eyes as they darted and pleaded, sometimes he’d just pinch her nose and enjoy her breath bubbling through the drool from her gag.
After a while the man realized he was starving – he again left the bound athlete and wandered back to the kitchen, fixed himself a sandwich and bringing it back to the bedroom. He took up his seat in the armchair, eating off a plate in his lap and sipping another glass of the delicious wine, enjoying the vista of the woman in bondage and savoring the control he had over her..
Once he’d recovered sufficiently, he turned his attentions back to his miserable captive.
He pulled out the dense foam device he’d retrieved from the garage and placed it onto the bed next to her.
He’d threaded two straps under the device, loosened the straps holding her wrists very slightly and pushed it under her back. She raised herself to accommodate it, desperately to try to please him, or at least make some connection that might make him change his plans and spare her life.
He fastened the straps tightly over her hips and the top of her chest, bending her spine backwards. For an athlete with her flexibility it wasn’t an arduous stretch at all, but it gave her body a delicious curve, thrusting her chest outwards and raising her groin off the bed – with her legs still widely spread her pussy was also delightfully vulnerable, she tried to hold her head up, but eventually it flopped backwards, unsupported.
He admired her body yet again, her toned muscles beautifully displayed under the dim, warm light of the bedroom.
Her upthrust breasts were tiny, but that wasn’t a reason not to torture them. He’d brought an little device that would apply some castration bands to her nipples – he’d seen her nipples and knew they were relatively large in relation to her small mounds, but he’d nevertheless selected the smallest possible bands that would be sure to crush them mercilessly.
The device was fiddly, but he got the first band on and ready to apply. He grabbed her left breast and rolled his tongue gently around her areole, flicking the sensitive bud. He knew this was a massive turn on for most women, and despite her revulsion to his attention, the nipple swelled obligingly.
He brought the device over, Natalie was straining to raise her head to see what was happening as the tool approached her – she wailed into her gag as the first band dug viciously into the base of her sensitive nipples. He repeated this with the other breast, eliciting similar cries of pain from the exposed woman. Once the bands were firmly attached he gave each nipple a malicious pinch and moved down between her spread legs.
He ran his hands over her crotch, her pussy lips were immaculately smooth, Natalie was straining in vain to prevent the invasion of her most intimate areas, even through he’d fucked her twice so far, the intent with which he was studying her genitals up close was far more humiliating. She loved sex, and had some fantastically athletic partners, but she was always shy about her pussy, and hated anyone touching her if she didn’t trust them implicitly, and she loathed that her tormenter was taking such a keen interest. Her slit was moist with her secretions, he pushed his fingers inside her and pulled her underwear out of her vagina once more.
He parted her labia with his thumbs and ran his tongue along her slit, enjoying the taste, and tickling the bud of her clitoris, enjoying it’s automatic rise from within its hood. He bit down hard on the sensitive bud, grinding it between his teeth until he tasted the metallic tang of her blood, and relishing Natalie’s screams and jerking of her inner thighs either side of his head.
He pushed his fingers into her slit, exploring the softness of her vagina, the muscles of her pelvic floor, the firm button of her cervix, Natalie was squirming and mewing the whole time, hating the terrible intimacy of this forced examination.
He pushed his whole fist into her vagina, her lean abdomen visibly distending with his hand inside her, exacerbated by the curve of her back, he pressed down hard on her hypogastric region with this palm, squishing her between his hands – she squealed as she felt her insides moving. He played with her a while longer, experimenting with different angles and amounts of force to see how she reacted. She was clearly in massive discomfort, she had very little range of movement and she was making use of every millmetre she could wriggle.
He hadn’t really planned to, but since he wasn’t in a hurry pulled out one of his favorite toys. He’d bought it in a historical auction, the literature it came with talked about the dubious history of the device – it may never have been used in actual torture, maybe just a talking point, but regardless of this it was a beautiful piece of engineering and operated perfectly. He liked it as it was also very compact for the amount of damage it inflicted, and even better it also looked terrifying to his victims, and he enjoyed that just as much as the physical aspects of the torture.
Natalie’s head was flopped back, she didn’t have the energy to support it, but when he placed the cold metal on her sternum she raised it as much as she could to see what the heavy object was.
He obligingly lifted it in front of her eyes. “This.. This little beauty goes into your slutty cunt.. and then I turn this….and these open like this…all the way..…..and then I rip it out of you, imagine how that is going to feel.. “ Her eyes boggled, she would had never imagined such a device could exist, let alone it would be used on her in her own bed.. She shook her head frantically and tried to plead through her gag, but the man began to slowly close the device before moving it to her crotch. He spread her lips with his fingers, and almost gently inserted it inside her, his wrist had loosened her a little as he fisted her, but the bulbous end still needed firm pressure before it slipped inside her, the helpless woman wailing at this most private invader. He gripped the protruding end of the device and turned the screw once and she felt it expand slightly inside her. Another turn and the pressure grew, she writhed helplessly at the increasing discomfort. Another turn and the discomfort began to turn to pain as the four segments pushed outwards through her delicate tissues. He looked at her pretty face in her gag and harness – she was really not enjoying this.. He gripped the handle and rather than expand the device, he just twisted it from side to side and jerked it in and out the thin edges of the segments cutting into to the walls of her vagina. He thought she might tear free from her restraints as she bucked and thrashed tried to escape her bonds, the device was buried inside her though, and her struggles could do nothing to dislodge it.
He resumed the slow opening of the device, Natalie’s insides felt like they were in a slow-motion explosion – every turn adding to the pressure and agony deep within her body as the device grew, her insides cramping as they were distended.
He hadn’t opened the device even close to its full extent – he didn’t want to risk her bleeding to death, but he wasn’t worried about causing some damage, there was no danger of her getting an infection, she wouldn’t live that long.
He let her stew in her misery for a while, leaving the device buried deep within her insides – she was trying to somehow push it out but there was no way she could remove it herself, she felt utterly violated beyond what she had ever imagined possible.
Eventually he slowly began to pull the device out, as Natalie shrieked into her gag.
Both her kids had been born naturally, but their skulls were round and slightly flexible to minimize the damage to their mother as they were born and passed through her reproductive system. This device on the other hand was none of those things - deliberately designed to be the opposite and she could feel it scoring and stretching her vagina horribly as he removed it slowly, she was biting down hard on the rubber ball, screwing her eyes closed against the pain and horrible sensation.
After what felt to Natalie like a lifetime the device emerged, stretching the entrance to her vagina wide, he paused to admire how much her pink flesh could stretch.. Even after it was gone her insides remained on fire, he showed her the bloody mess on its gleaming metal segments before laying it reverently on the bed beside her head, still in the position in which he had removed it from her body, no wonder it had hurt so badly, it must have been expanded to at least 7 or 8 inches across. She lay they groaning, as much from the psychological trauma as the pain, and once again he undressed and plunged his member into the helpless athlete.
The angle of her hips on the ramp meant he could penetrate her much deeper than he had before, just as well as he’d stretched and damaged the entrance to her vagina so severely that for him there was barely any sensation as he entered her, but he savored the feelings as his probed deep inside her. He grabbed her crushed nipples, squeezing them brutally between his thumb nails and first finger, the agony in her nipples overlaying with the pain from her crotch. She was suffering magnificently, and he came deep inside her once more. He lay draped over her before he withdrew, enjoying feeling her heart pounding in her chest, his body being lifting slightly with each one of her shaking breaths. Eventually he stood up, and again stuffed her panties back inside her, removed the wedge from below her back and re-tightened the webbing straps stretching her fully spreadeagle once more.
He carefully swept the broken glass from the bathroom before taking a long hot shower, making very sure to wash her blood off his crotch.
Clean and refreshed he laid on the bed next to Natalie, squeezing himself over and around the straps still holding her taut, and settled down to watch some Netflix on the large TV in the bedroom, idly stoking her hair and toying with her bound body as he finished the bottle of wine. Before long he felt himself dozing, he turned off the TV and pulled a blanket over himself and drifted to sleep to the sound of her snuffling sobs.
Natalie lay there in the dark, helplessly tied to her own bed, her captor and rapist snoring raucously beside her. Her life had been utterly shattered in the last few hours - an intruder in her home and worse in her bedroom, the forced self-bondage, the rapes, the horrible sensation of suffocating to death, but for her the worst part had been the feeling of the man’s hands inside her most intimate areas, the feeling of not being able to prevent him from doing whatever he wanted, and the final terrible mutilation of her vagina. They’d talked about having a third kid to complete their family, but right now with the rending pain inside her that seemed it would never happen, even if she somehow survived this ordeal.
She felt there was no way she would be able to sleep with the agony in her crotch and breasts but after a short while, the traumatic emotions of the day caught up with her and she fell into a fitful sleep, haunted by the images of her family she so desperately hoped to see again, and the image of her sweet sister, whom she desperately hoped not to..
To be continued,,
Nice little breathplay video using a swimcap here, would have liked to see her suffer a little longer, but I like that she is gagged.
https://motherless.com/069D1B9
Pear pic from the Insex and 912, always one of my favorites. I couldn’t find the original sets on any of their sites to link but here’s a more recent version..
https://www.insexondemand.com/iod/play. ... RJ915H7IEL
Re: Athletic GIMPs
Can't really go much further in this discussion without bringing up Wenona..
Former competitive swimmer and gymnast. How do you even pick a favorite image?
Always enjoyed Ariel X as well, not such a fan of the sexuallybroken site, but gotta love this outfit.
Former competitive swimmer and gymnast. How do you even pick a favorite image?
Always enjoyed Ariel X as well, not such a fan of the sexuallybroken site, but gotta love this outfit.
Re: Athletic GIMPs
Natalie at home
Part III A new day
The man was awakened by an unpleasant sensation – the bed was wet. It wasn’t him, and sure enough, Natalie had had to empty her bladder and there was a large pool spreading outwards from her crotch. It was pink, the urine washing away some of the blood that had leaked from her damaged genitals She was sobbing quietly at yet another indignity, but she would have to lay in her own mess, he wasn’t going to bother moving her now.
Natalie was awake, she’d managed to doze off occasionally and escape the pain of her tortures and the discomfort of her extended bondage for a while, but her need to pee is what had finally woken her. She’d focused so hard on not releasing her bladder when she was being tortured, but overnight eventually the pressure was such that she could hold it no longer.. She let go, the feeling of relief mixed with the embarrassment of wetting her bed. She saw him stir as the warm liquid steadily crept under him, seeing the wet patch he rolled away and got out of the bed, stretching and yawning like it was any other morning, paying no heed to the woman helplessly spread on the bed. She tried to attract his attention, to reason again with him through her gag but he ignored her plaintive efforts, and she resumed her frantic struggle to free herself, keenly aware that she was running out of time before her sister showed up.
He tidied up the room and arranged what he needed for when Natalie’s sister joined them.
He went downstairs to make some breakfast and await their guest, grateful for a caffeine fix after the red wine from last night. He fired up the enormous espresso machine and left it to warm up, he also found some pastries in the fridge, and turned the oven on to warm them up. While they were heating he checked and double checked his equipment until the ding of the kitchen timer indicated that breakfast was ready. He made himself a coffee, selected the best looking pastries and sat on one of the stools enjoying his breakfast, he saved a selection of the pasties placed them on a plate on the kitchen table so they’d be visible by whoever walked up to the door, and settled down to wait. Right on the appointed time of 9am he heard her car pull up the steep driveway and park. He’d left the door ajar and waited for her to let walk in – the enticing smell of fresh coffee and croissants wafting outside. “Hey Nat!” came the cheerful voice of her sister as she pushed the door open. He didn’t need to do anything fancy – he just stepped out from behind the door and jabbed her with his stun gun, the 100,000 volts rendering her completely unconscious, silent apart from an initial stifled yelp as the electricity flowing through her caused her muscles to all tense simultaneously.
She collapsed in a heap, and he wasted no time locking the door, and carrying her limp form up to the bedroom.
Natalie had been listening intently, her nerves jangling from the moment she heard the car approach, praying to hear any sounds that might indicate she’d avoided the trap..
She heard a thud – maybe she’s somehow overpowered the man? All hopes were dashed when the man appeared through the bedroom door carrying the unconscious form of her sister. She was wearing a pretty sun-dress and strappy sandals, and he dropped her with a heavy thud onto the carpet of the bedroom, Natalie thrashed futilely against her restraints, and shrieked into her gag, willing her sister to wake up before it was too late.
He quickly removed her dress, underwear and shoes. She wasn’t nearly as famous as her sister, she kept a low profile on social media, so he wasn’t really sure what to expect from her body, but he was pleasantly surprised. She would never be as lean and toned as her sister, but she obviously made an effort to keep in shape, her shapely butt a notable highlight for him.
He lifted her bodily onto the bed, laying her directly on top of her spreadeagled sibling – Natalie frantically bucking her body to encourage her sister to come around. Wasting no time he bound the unconscious Megan to her sister, placing thick cable ties around their ankles, above their knees, around the tops of their thighs and at their wrists and elbows, cinching the thick ties together with smaller ones to make sure there would be no escape. He also ran a webbing strap around the smalls of their backs, forcing their abdomens together, Natalie was now being crushed by the weight of her sister, and when she came to, Megan’s struggles would put pull directly on Natalie’s limbs, putting even more strain on her already tortured wrists and ankles.
He pushed his fingers inside Natalie’s wounded sex, and pulled out her underwear that had been stuffed inside. Megan’s oblivious head was flopped forwards as she was bound facedown on top of her sister, he now grabbed her hair and pulled it backwards. He pried open her jaw and stuffed the disgusting garments inside, sealing them with several layers of duct tape wrapped around her head before letting her loll forward again. Natalie was mortified at what was inside her sisters mouth – her blood, the man’s semen, her own used underwear, she gagged just thinking about it, meanwhile the obstruction to her sisters breathing spurred her into life, and she began to stir.
Tied face down as she was the first and only thing she could see was her sister, who she barely recognized behind the gag – her hair a mess, tears staining her cheeks, eyes bloodshot.. She went to reach out to her sister, but instantly realized she was bound and naked and began to panic, thrashing wildy to free herself, her limbs fastened to her sister beneath her, unwittingly tearing her siblings ankles and wrists to shreds, blood now flowing freely onto the sheets.
Without waiting for her struggles to abate or give her time to adjust to her situation, the man pulled a clear plastic bag over her head and sealed it with an elastic cord around her throat, and moved back between her spread legs.
He entered her ass, forcing past her clenched butthole, burying his member deep inside her.
Megan had no idea what was happening - one minute she’d been eagerly anticipating fresh coffee and croissants and catching up with her sister, now she was tied naked, being ass-fucked and suffocated.
She fought for her life as best as her bonds allowed, but the laws of biology and chemistry inexorably took their toll on the bewildered woman, and her breathing began to become more panicked, the bag heaving rapidly as her body tried to obtain the air it so desperately needed. The man didn’t need to do anything for his satisfaction, the writhing of their bound bodies provided all the sensations he needed with is cock buried this deep inside her.
Natalie was looking up at her sister through all of this. Her body was bearing the brunt of her struggles, being jerked around in Megan’s hysterical movements. She could see the terror in her sister’s pretty eyes as she struggled to comprehend what was happening, but was powerless to help her at all, the bag fogging up from the water vapor in her exhaled air.
As Megan’s struggles faded and her thrashing slowly diminished, Natalie managed to grab the hands of her sibling and held them tight, trying to look into her eyes as her breathing became shallower and shallower, their fingers covered in the blood from Natalie’s shredded wrists. Eventually Natalie caught her sisters wild eyes, and tried to calm her in her final moments, to comfort her in some small way, she was trying to speak through her gag, telling Megan that she loved her.. Her breathing became shallower and faster as she neared the end, her tears running down her now purple face, until it eventually her respiration stopped entirely, and Natalie felt her sister’s grip release.
Megan’s head lolled forward, Natalie resting her forehead against her sisters through the wet bag, sobbing helplessly. He left them like this for now, Natalie utterly distraught at the brutal sudden death of her sister in such intimate, close proximity, and equally horrified at being tied to her now deceased body. The man had left the room and she frantically tried to escape the crushing weight of her sister pressing her down into the mattress.
He returned shortly carrying 2 jerry cans – he opened one for purely dramatic purposes and the smell of petrol filled the room. Natalie freaked out – the thought of being burned alive terrified her beyond imagining, especially tied up and helpless and she flailed frantically in her bonds despite now moving her sister like a puppet, this did not go unnoticed by the man as he closed the can.
“OK Natalie, it’s time for us to part ways” he announced, snipping the zip ties fastening the sisters together and rolling the recently departed Megan onto the floor, Natalie tried to see her but couldn’t over the edge of the bed. He pulled the bag off Megan’s head and placed it over Natalie’s. “Here you go, your sister just died inside this, seems appropriate for you to follow her”. The moisture in the bag plastered itself to Natalie’s face, a physical remnant of her sister’s final tortured breaths as he sealed it around her neck, she was almost grateful that she would die like this, and not by being burned alive.
She tried to be strong, thinking of her sister, her family, but she’d seen the fear and terror in her sister’s eye’s just moments before, and the panic rose inside her as she felt her own hot breath filling the bag, the air getting thicker and thicker..
For one last time he mounted her while she struggled and suffocated, enjoying the heaving of the bag as air was used up, and her final panicked thrashes as she finally used the last of her air, seeing her eyes finally glaze over, and her body going limp.
He removed the metal cuffs from her bloody wrists and ankles, and the harness with its metal buckles from her head and returned them to his bag, they wouldn’t burn up in the ensuing inferno and the less evidence of his presence the better.
He didn’t have any Olympic medals in his collection at home, so on his way out he grabbed one of her gold medals from her extensive mounted collection. He spread petrol from both cans liberally around the wooden home and lit it, vanishing without a trace over the backyard fence.
The intensity of the heat woke her - she was brutally hogtied on the floor with duct tape next to the unseeing eyes of her sister. The room was already an inferno, she couldn’t breathe, her mouth was taped, she couldn’t move or escape and she screamed in agony and sheer primal terror as the fire consumed them both..
The end
Part III A new day
The man was awakened by an unpleasant sensation – the bed was wet. It wasn’t him, and sure enough, Natalie had had to empty her bladder and there was a large pool spreading outwards from her crotch. It was pink, the urine washing away some of the blood that had leaked from her damaged genitals She was sobbing quietly at yet another indignity, but she would have to lay in her own mess, he wasn’t going to bother moving her now.
Natalie was awake, she’d managed to doze off occasionally and escape the pain of her tortures and the discomfort of her extended bondage for a while, but her need to pee is what had finally woken her. She’d focused so hard on not releasing her bladder when she was being tortured, but overnight eventually the pressure was such that she could hold it no longer.. She let go, the feeling of relief mixed with the embarrassment of wetting her bed. She saw him stir as the warm liquid steadily crept under him, seeing the wet patch he rolled away and got out of the bed, stretching and yawning like it was any other morning, paying no heed to the woman helplessly spread on the bed. She tried to attract his attention, to reason again with him through her gag but he ignored her plaintive efforts, and she resumed her frantic struggle to free herself, keenly aware that she was running out of time before her sister showed up.
He tidied up the room and arranged what he needed for when Natalie’s sister joined them.
He went downstairs to make some breakfast and await their guest, grateful for a caffeine fix after the red wine from last night. He fired up the enormous espresso machine and left it to warm up, he also found some pastries in the fridge, and turned the oven on to warm them up. While they were heating he checked and double checked his equipment until the ding of the kitchen timer indicated that breakfast was ready. He made himself a coffee, selected the best looking pastries and sat on one of the stools enjoying his breakfast, he saved a selection of the pasties placed them on a plate on the kitchen table so they’d be visible by whoever walked up to the door, and settled down to wait. Right on the appointed time of 9am he heard her car pull up the steep driveway and park. He’d left the door ajar and waited for her to let walk in – the enticing smell of fresh coffee and croissants wafting outside. “Hey Nat!” came the cheerful voice of her sister as she pushed the door open. He didn’t need to do anything fancy – he just stepped out from behind the door and jabbed her with his stun gun, the 100,000 volts rendering her completely unconscious, silent apart from an initial stifled yelp as the electricity flowing through her caused her muscles to all tense simultaneously.
She collapsed in a heap, and he wasted no time locking the door, and carrying her limp form up to the bedroom.
Natalie had been listening intently, her nerves jangling from the moment she heard the car approach, praying to hear any sounds that might indicate she’d avoided the trap..
She heard a thud – maybe she’s somehow overpowered the man? All hopes were dashed when the man appeared through the bedroom door carrying the unconscious form of her sister. She was wearing a pretty sun-dress and strappy sandals, and he dropped her with a heavy thud onto the carpet of the bedroom, Natalie thrashed futilely against her restraints, and shrieked into her gag, willing her sister to wake up before it was too late.
He quickly removed her dress, underwear and shoes. She wasn’t nearly as famous as her sister, she kept a low profile on social media, so he wasn’t really sure what to expect from her body, but he was pleasantly surprised. She would never be as lean and toned as her sister, but she obviously made an effort to keep in shape, her shapely butt a notable highlight for him.
He lifted her bodily onto the bed, laying her directly on top of her spreadeagled sibling – Natalie frantically bucking her body to encourage her sister to come around. Wasting no time he bound the unconscious Megan to her sister, placing thick cable ties around their ankles, above their knees, around the tops of their thighs and at their wrists and elbows, cinching the thick ties together with smaller ones to make sure there would be no escape. He also ran a webbing strap around the smalls of their backs, forcing their abdomens together, Natalie was now being crushed by the weight of her sister, and when she came to, Megan’s struggles would put pull directly on Natalie’s limbs, putting even more strain on her already tortured wrists and ankles.
He pushed his fingers inside Natalie’s wounded sex, and pulled out her underwear that had been stuffed inside. Megan’s oblivious head was flopped forwards as she was bound facedown on top of her sister, he now grabbed her hair and pulled it backwards. He pried open her jaw and stuffed the disgusting garments inside, sealing them with several layers of duct tape wrapped around her head before letting her loll forward again. Natalie was mortified at what was inside her sisters mouth – her blood, the man’s semen, her own used underwear, she gagged just thinking about it, meanwhile the obstruction to her sisters breathing spurred her into life, and she began to stir.
Tied face down as she was the first and only thing she could see was her sister, who she barely recognized behind the gag – her hair a mess, tears staining her cheeks, eyes bloodshot.. She went to reach out to her sister, but instantly realized she was bound and naked and began to panic, thrashing wildy to free herself, her limbs fastened to her sister beneath her, unwittingly tearing her siblings ankles and wrists to shreds, blood now flowing freely onto the sheets.
Without waiting for her struggles to abate or give her time to adjust to her situation, the man pulled a clear plastic bag over her head and sealed it with an elastic cord around her throat, and moved back between her spread legs.
He entered her ass, forcing past her clenched butthole, burying his member deep inside her.
Megan had no idea what was happening - one minute she’d been eagerly anticipating fresh coffee and croissants and catching up with her sister, now she was tied naked, being ass-fucked and suffocated.
She fought for her life as best as her bonds allowed, but the laws of biology and chemistry inexorably took their toll on the bewildered woman, and her breathing began to become more panicked, the bag heaving rapidly as her body tried to obtain the air it so desperately needed. The man didn’t need to do anything for his satisfaction, the writhing of their bound bodies provided all the sensations he needed with is cock buried this deep inside her.
Natalie was looking up at her sister through all of this. Her body was bearing the brunt of her struggles, being jerked around in Megan’s hysterical movements. She could see the terror in her sister’s pretty eyes as she struggled to comprehend what was happening, but was powerless to help her at all, the bag fogging up from the water vapor in her exhaled air.
As Megan’s struggles faded and her thrashing slowly diminished, Natalie managed to grab the hands of her sibling and held them tight, trying to look into her eyes as her breathing became shallower and shallower, their fingers covered in the blood from Natalie’s shredded wrists. Eventually Natalie caught her sisters wild eyes, and tried to calm her in her final moments, to comfort her in some small way, she was trying to speak through her gag, telling Megan that she loved her.. Her breathing became shallower and faster as she neared the end, her tears running down her now purple face, until it eventually her respiration stopped entirely, and Natalie felt her sister’s grip release.
Megan’s head lolled forward, Natalie resting her forehead against her sisters through the wet bag, sobbing helplessly. He left them like this for now, Natalie utterly distraught at the brutal sudden death of her sister in such intimate, close proximity, and equally horrified at being tied to her now deceased body. The man had left the room and she frantically tried to escape the crushing weight of her sister pressing her down into the mattress.
He returned shortly carrying 2 jerry cans – he opened one for purely dramatic purposes and the smell of petrol filled the room. Natalie freaked out – the thought of being burned alive terrified her beyond imagining, especially tied up and helpless and she flailed frantically in her bonds despite now moving her sister like a puppet, this did not go unnoticed by the man as he closed the can.
“OK Natalie, it’s time for us to part ways” he announced, snipping the zip ties fastening the sisters together and rolling the recently departed Megan onto the floor, Natalie tried to see her but couldn’t over the edge of the bed. He pulled the bag off Megan’s head and placed it over Natalie’s. “Here you go, your sister just died inside this, seems appropriate for you to follow her”. The moisture in the bag plastered itself to Natalie’s face, a physical remnant of her sister’s final tortured breaths as he sealed it around her neck, she was almost grateful that she would die like this, and not by being burned alive.
She tried to be strong, thinking of her sister, her family, but she’d seen the fear and terror in her sister’s eye’s just moments before, and the panic rose inside her as she felt her own hot breath filling the bag, the air getting thicker and thicker..
For one last time he mounted her while she struggled and suffocated, enjoying the heaving of the bag as air was used up, and her final panicked thrashes as she finally used the last of her air, seeing her eyes finally glaze over, and her body going limp.
He removed the metal cuffs from her bloody wrists and ankles, and the harness with its metal buckles from her head and returned them to his bag, they wouldn’t burn up in the ensuing inferno and the less evidence of his presence the better.
He didn’t have any Olympic medals in his collection at home, so on his way out he grabbed one of her gold medals from her extensive mounted collection. He spread petrol from both cans liberally around the wooden home and lit it, vanishing without a trace over the backyard fence.
The intensity of the heat woke her - she was brutally hogtied on the floor with duct tape next to the unseeing eyes of her sister. The room was already an inferno, she couldn’t breathe, her mouth was taped, she couldn’t move or escape and she screamed in agony and sheer primal terror as the fire consumed them both..
The end
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