I’m enjoying this storyline immensely, as those who know me might imagine… Oh, how I viscerally feel Heidi’s fear as she is about to face her worst nightmare of drowning. I have a feeling that these expert torturers will ensure that her psychological and physical suffering are prolonged and exquisite. Yum.
I also saw a mention of my favorite athlete of all time, pole vaulter Allison Stokke… an absolutely stunning beauty who is amazingly fit. I’d very much like to see Heidi and Allison tied face-to-face as each is alternatively tortured.
Athletic GIMPs
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Indeed, that would be quite exquisite.. She is also one of my favorite athletes – some time ago she posted some underwater training videos which had all sorts of ideas for some wonderful predicaments spinning through my head, I wonder how long she could hold her breath.. Thank you for your words, I’m glad you’re enjoying Heidi’s torment - the ordeal has barely begun for this one..
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Kate at Home
Part III: Bedtime and goodnight
As soon as he left the room, he heard Kate and her Mom start calling for help.. Kate was making more noise through her ball gag, whereas her Mom’s mouth was totally stuffed and sealed tight. He wasn’t worried as he knew their cries wouldn’t be heard by anyone, so decided not to go back, he liked giving them some false hope.
He wandered round the house admiring the décor. She had great taste, and her adventurous lifestyle had resulted in some pretty neat artwork and memorabilia. He paused at her framed world champions jerseys mounted on the wall in genuine admiration of the effort and dedication that went into earning the rainbow stripes.
He found his way to the kitchen, located the coffee and but a pot on to brew while he continued exploring the house. He knew where to look, and headed for the gym, returning shortly with the item he was looking for, a foam roller.
He sat on one of the stools in the kitchen, admiring the view up the long driveway, sipping his coffee, reading one of the mountain biking magazines that lay scattered on the counter.
This was a recent one, and the article he opened had a photo of Kate’s cheeky grin taking up the whole page. Yep, that was her, the woman helplessly tied to her own mother on the bed upstairs.
Opening the door to the master bedroom, he saw his captives had somehow jointly flopped or wriggled their way to the very foot of the bed. In the process they had somehow spun themselves round 180 degrees, and both their heads hung over the foot of the bed. They must have been there a while, as a pool of drool was forming where it had dripped from kate’s ballgag, the mattress was soaked from where the bathwater had run off both Kate and Maggie, and there were blood stains where the cuts from Maggie’s zip ties had stained the sheets.
He ran some webbing straps from both the bedposts at the headboard end. They had a ratchet that would allow him to tighten them the easily and quickly when needed, so for now he left them very long. He would normally have done the same from the foot of the bed, but this bed was so massive he had to improvise, running a set of straps under the bed to about halfway down its length and ran the straps up the side. Kate and her mother were were trying to see what was going on, but were facing the wrong way, bouncing up and down as the man walked over the bed positioning the straps.
“Ok ladies, sorry to break up the party..” He released the straps holding the mother and daughter together. They rolled away from each other, and he admired the red patches on Kate’s thighs and abs from where she’d been forced tightly against her mother for so long.
His interest did not lay with Maggie, so he hefted her off the bed, placing her the couch that was beside the bed to observe the proceedings for now. He might need her to control Kate as well, so good to have her close by.
He stood on the bed and grabbed Kate under her arms and dragged her up the bed so her head was about a foot below the headboard.
He pulled out some leather cuffs from his bag and placed them on her wrists while they were still cuffed behind her back, and did the same with her ankles. He reached up and grabbed the webbing straps from the top of the bed and secured them to Kate’s wrists, and did the same for her ankles with the straps from the middle of the bed.
Now her limbs were loosely fastened to the bed, he undid the clip securing her wrists to her ankles, releasing her from her hogtie. Her feet flopped gratefully to the mattress and she moved her hips and flexed her back to try and relieve some of the aches from the uncomfortable position she had been languishing in.
Next he grabbed the ends of the webbing straps that were linked to her wrist cuffs, and unlocked the cuff on her right wrist. He pulled hard on the straps causing the loops to shorten and drag Kate’s wrists from where they had been held in the small of her back towards the corners of the bed.
He followed the same process with her ankles, pulling strongly with all his weight on the webbing straps to spread her athletic legs widely. He grabbed the foam roller he had borrowed from the gym, and with some effort pushed it under Kate’s hips, raising her pelvis off the bed, and putting her ass at a delightfully inviting angle, his plan was now moving towards it’s climax. She was still wearing her lycra running shorts, their stretchy fabric conforming to her glute muscles even though her legs were obscenely spread.
He pulled out his trusty medical shears, and make quick work of slicing away her shorts – running the blade up her hamstrings, and cutting the waistband.
He sliced through her bra, first the thick elastic material that had held her pert breasts firmly in place while she was running, then both shoulder straps before pulling the garment out from under her. He wasn’t really a tit guy, a good thing as Kate’s were nothing special, but he thought it would be a shame not to have a handful of the world champions breasts while she was helpless to prevent it.
He looked down at Kate, spreadeagled and naked. Her mother was watching with a glazed expression from the couch. He ran his hands over her taut skin, enjoying the feel of her muscles as she flexed against the straps holding her.
He took her long and hard, first in her pussy, then her ass, before finally rallying for a final round her in pussy. It was every bit as good as he’d hoped, Kate was tight and delicious, and he guessed had never experienced anal sex before from the way she struggled.
One he had recovered slightly, he lifted Maggie onto the bed, and maneuvered her between her daughters spread thighs, shoving her as far up the bed as he could. He pulled out the foam roller from beneath Kate’s hips, and forced her Mother’s head up into her crotch.
A mix of semen and Kate’s own fluids were dripping from her pussy and ass, and he grabbed Maggies hair, using it to rub her face deeply into her daughters wide spread pussy, smearing the warm fluids over her face. She snorted to try to prevent the thick liquids from blocking her nose, gagged as she still was with her daughers panties.
Kate was bucking wildy, trying to escape this forced invasion, and to save her mother from this ultimate indignity, but the straps holding her were taut, and she had nowhere to go, her only options to screw her eyes shut and clench her fists.
Once he was satisfied she’d endured enough, he dragged Maggie up the bed, needing to drag her over Kate’s trembling thigh, and lay her by her daughter’s side, the bed was so enormous that Kate’s spread frame left plenty of space, and they lay looking forlornly at each other.
Kate’s face was flushed from her exertions, her eyes filled with tears seeing her mother’s face coated with the slime from her rapes.
The man pulled out 2 plastic bags, and 2 elastic bands. “Any final words” he asked of the pair?” They both began to sob, utterly broken by what they had endured the last few hours.
They were both trying to speak through their tears and gags, there was no mistaking “Mg Mggh Mh” as “I love you”, repeated over and over..
He placed the first plastic bag over Maggies head, the older woman seeming to accept her fate, the slime from her daughters violation causing the bag to sick to her face as it inflated and deflated.
Next he straddled Kate’s back, and unceremoniously pulled the second bag over her ball-gagged head, sealing it with an elastic band around her throat. This was Kate’s first time wearing the bag, and even as exhausted as she was, she felt the terror of suffocation, and tried frantically to dislodge it. He kept his weight pressed down on her back until her struggles started to weaken and her chest convulse.
Their bodies lay heaving like 2 fish out of water, unable to share a final embrace in their bondage, the mother and daughter lay looking into each others eyes as they slipped away. He went down to the garage, found some jerry cans of petrol, and moved through the house splashing it around. After the inferno there would be no evidence linking him back to this, he would keep his recordings kept locked away in his safe, along with one of her rainbow jerseys he had taken before torching the house, to remind him of the times he and Kate spent together.
The end
Part III: Bedtime and goodnight
As soon as he left the room, he heard Kate and her Mom start calling for help.. Kate was making more noise through her ball gag, whereas her Mom’s mouth was totally stuffed and sealed tight. He wasn’t worried as he knew their cries wouldn’t be heard by anyone, so decided not to go back, he liked giving them some false hope.
He wandered round the house admiring the décor. She had great taste, and her adventurous lifestyle had resulted in some pretty neat artwork and memorabilia. He paused at her framed world champions jerseys mounted on the wall in genuine admiration of the effort and dedication that went into earning the rainbow stripes.
He found his way to the kitchen, located the coffee and but a pot on to brew while he continued exploring the house. He knew where to look, and headed for the gym, returning shortly with the item he was looking for, a foam roller.
He sat on one of the stools in the kitchen, admiring the view up the long driveway, sipping his coffee, reading one of the mountain biking magazines that lay scattered on the counter.
This was a recent one, and the article he opened had a photo of Kate’s cheeky grin taking up the whole page. Yep, that was her, the woman helplessly tied to her own mother on the bed upstairs.
Opening the door to the master bedroom, he saw his captives had somehow jointly flopped or wriggled their way to the very foot of the bed. In the process they had somehow spun themselves round 180 degrees, and both their heads hung over the foot of the bed. They must have been there a while, as a pool of drool was forming where it had dripped from kate’s ballgag, the mattress was soaked from where the bathwater had run off both Kate and Maggie, and there were blood stains where the cuts from Maggie’s zip ties had stained the sheets.
He ran some webbing straps from both the bedposts at the headboard end. They had a ratchet that would allow him to tighten them the easily and quickly when needed, so for now he left them very long. He would normally have done the same from the foot of the bed, but this bed was so massive he had to improvise, running a set of straps under the bed to about halfway down its length and ran the straps up the side. Kate and her mother were were trying to see what was going on, but were facing the wrong way, bouncing up and down as the man walked over the bed positioning the straps.
“Ok ladies, sorry to break up the party..” He released the straps holding the mother and daughter together. They rolled away from each other, and he admired the red patches on Kate’s thighs and abs from where she’d been forced tightly against her mother for so long.
His interest did not lay with Maggie, so he hefted her off the bed, placing her the couch that was beside the bed to observe the proceedings for now. He might need her to control Kate as well, so good to have her close by.
He stood on the bed and grabbed Kate under her arms and dragged her up the bed so her head was about a foot below the headboard.
He pulled out some leather cuffs from his bag and placed them on her wrists while they were still cuffed behind her back, and did the same with her ankles. He reached up and grabbed the webbing straps from the top of the bed and secured them to Kate’s wrists, and did the same for her ankles with the straps from the middle of the bed.
Now her limbs were loosely fastened to the bed, he undid the clip securing her wrists to her ankles, releasing her from her hogtie. Her feet flopped gratefully to the mattress and she moved her hips and flexed her back to try and relieve some of the aches from the uncomfortable position she had been languishing in.
Next he grabbed the ends of the webbing straps that were linked to her wrist cuffs, and unlocked the cuff on her right wrist. He pulled hard on the straps causing the loops to shorten and drag Kate’s wrists from where they had been held in the small of her back towards the corners of the bed.
He followed the same process with her ankles, pulling strongly with all his weight on the webbing straps to spread her athletic legs widely. He grabbed the foam roller he had borrowed from the gym, and with some effort pushed it under Kate’s hips, raising her pelvis off the bed, and putting her ass at a delightfully inviting angle, his plan was now moving towards it’s climax. She was still wearing her lycra running shorts, their stretchy fabric conforming to her glute muscles even though her legs were obscenely spread.
He pulled out his trusty medical shears, and make quick work of slicing away her shorts – running the blade up her hamstrings, and cutting the waistband.
He sliced through her bra, first the thick elastic material that had held her pert breasts firmly in place while she was running, then both shoulder straps before pulling the garment out from under her. He wasn’t really a tit guy, a good thing as Kate’s were nothing special, but he thought it would be a shame not to have a handful of the world champions breasts while she was helpless to prevent it.
He looked down at Kate, spreadeagled and naked. Her mother was watching with a glazed expression from the couch. He ran his hands over her taut skin, enjoying the feel of her muscles as she flexed against the straps holding her.
He took her long and hard, first in her pussy, then her ass, before finally rallying for a final round her in pussy. It was every bit as good as he’d hoped, Kate was tight and delicious, and he guessed had never experienced anal sex before from the way she struggled.
One he had recovered slightly, he lifted Maggie onto the bed, and maneuvered her between her daughters spread thighs, shoving her as far up the bed as he could. He pulled out the foam roller from beneath Kate’s hips, and forced her Mother’s head up into her crotch.
A mix of semen and Kate’s own fluids were dripping from her pussy and ass, and he grabbed Maggies hair, using it to rub her face deeply into her daughters wide spread pussy, smearing the warm fluids over her face. She snorted to try to prevent the thick liquids from blocking her nose, gagged as she still was with her daughers panties.
Kate was bucking wildy, trying to escape this forced invasion, and to save her mother from this ultimate indignity, but the straps holding her were taut, and she had nowhere to go, her only options to screw her eyes shut and clench her fists.
Once he was satisfied she’d endured enough, he dragged Maggie up the bed, needing to drag her over Kate’s trembling thigh, and lay her by her daughter’s side, the bed was so enormous that Kate’s spread frame left plenty of space, and they lay looking forlornly at each other.
Kate’s face was flushed from her exertions, her eyes filled with tears seeing her mother’s face coated with the slime from her rapes.
The man pulled out 2 plastic bags, and 2 elastic bands. “Any final words” he asked of the pair?” They both began to sob, utterly broken by what they had endured the last few hours.
They were both trying to speak through their tears and gags, there was no mistaking “Mg Mggh Mh” as “I love you”, repeated over and over..
He placed the first plastic bag over Maggies head, the older woman seeming to accept her fate, the slime from her daughters violation causing the bag to sick to her face as it inflated and deflated.
Next he straddled Kate’s back, and unceremoniously pulled the second bag over her ball-gagged head, sealing it with an elastic band around her throat. This was Kate’s first time wearing the bag, and even as exhausted as she was, she felt the terror of suffocation, and tried frantically to dislodge it. He kept his weight pressed down on her back until her struggles started to weaken and her chest convulse.
Their bodies lay heaving like 2 fish out of water, unable to share a final embrace in their bondage, the mother and daughter lay looking into each others eyes as they slipped away. He went down to the garage, found some jerry cans of petrol, and moved through the house splashing it around. After the inferno there would be no evidence linking him back to this, he would keep his recordings kept locked away in his safe, along with one of her rainbow jerseys he had taken before torching the house, to remind him of the times he and Kate spent together.
The end
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Breaking Heidi:
Part VIII: Sucking it up
Heidi was having a full-blown panic attack strapped to the chair as the man outlined what was about to happen to her - she was hyperventilating, air whistling in and out of the breathing tube on the mask – the image of the contraption on her head on the laptop screen was also feeding her hysteria.
He lifted the heavy jug of water from between her legs and placed it on the ground, and used it to fill some 2 liter plastic bottles, lining them up neatly by the chair, the big jug far too unwieldy to manage the flow of water into the mask accurately.
The capacity of the human stomach is normally around 1 liter, but it can stretch to around 4, and he wanted to have plenty of water on hand as he had no doubt Heidi would do anything to keep the water level in her mask from rising.
The man adjusted the cameras to get a closer look at Heidi’s face through the mask, as well as capturing her tightly restrained body, and once he was satisfied he invited Lucy over. “Care for a front row seat?” Lucy didn’t need to be asked twice, and positioned herself as close as she could to the frantic woman without blocking the camera views.
He took up position behind Heidi, and hooked his left elbow around her throat, as if he were going to choke her out, but it was just to lock her head in place. With his right hand he held the bottle, and Heidi’s struggles hit fever pitch and as he started pouring the water slowly down the funnel. As she heard the gurgle of water flowing down the tube and into the mask Heidi emitted a wail of desperation, there wasn’t much room between the plastic and her face, and the water was soon at the level of her lips. She tried tilting her head back to gain some more time, but the man held her firmly. Her first instinct was to close her lips tightly, breathing through her nose only. With his arm wrapped around Heidi’s neck, the man couldn’t see the level of the water directly, but he could see the close-up image on the laptop screen in front of him, seeing her mouth shut he kept pouring until the level was just below her nostrils. On the close up he could see her nostrils flaring with each breath, causing small circular wrinkles in the water – she was now holding her head very still to avoid the water washing into her nose and the man slowly released his grip on her neck. He moved in front of her and crouched down. Her whole body was trembling, the narrow surface of the water rippling between her face and the mask.
He stroked her cheek that was exposed behind the mask, and looked into her tear-filled eyes, and poured a big slug of water into the funnel. The level rose rapidly, almost to her eyes.. Heidi’s breathing stopped for a few seconds and she closed her eyes, before her survival instincts kicked in and she opened her mouth and began drinking the water. The level dropped as she gulped it down. The man repeated the filling process, this time filling straight up above her nose, which was again quickly drained, Heidi’s thirst of use to her for now.
He estimated each fill was approximately 150ml, so it was going to take a long time for her to fill her stomach this way, so he changed his approach, this time pouring the water in a constant stream down the funnel
This was more the reaction he had been expecting - she felt the water rise over her nose, and then keep rising over her eyes and up to the top of the mask, filling it completely. She tried to drink the water, but the level wasn’t dropping, her view of the world now blurry through the water in the mask.. She kept trying to drink, but the effort of holding her breath, opening her mouth and swallowing all whilst in a state of abject terror was too much for her, and she choked, coughing up her last swallow of water.
The cough was just the start of her problems, after the cough had escaped her body, her lungs automatically sucked in a gulp of what would normally be air, but today was the water inside the mask. Her body convulsed, sending what little water was left in the breathing tube flying around her. The man swiftly opened a small plug he had installed on the bottom of the mask for just this situation, the water quicky draining away. He loosened the straps around her torso, and she doubled over in her chair, coughing and heaving violently to get the water out of her lungs.
She would be at risk of fluid accumulating in her lungs for the next few days, he would have to monitor that by keeping an eye on her breathing, but with her age and fitness he wasn’t too concerned.
He gave her a few moments to recover, then pulled on the straps around her chest, drawing her back up into a sitting position, and re-plugging the hole at the bottom of the mask.
She looked at him in with helpless despair. “Please, no.. No more, not that.. Anything but that… I’m begging you.. Anything, I’ll do anything…just…please “ She just wanted to curl into a ball and escape, but she was stuck in a living nightmare..
He was unphased by her desperation, picking up a fresh bottle and filling up the tube again, hearing Heidi’s cry of terror before the water again rose above her mouth silencing her. He kept on pouring until the bottle was empty, and went to stare at her face through the plastic screen.
She was holding her breath but struggling. He pressed his face against the plastic, and tapped on it, as if she were a fish in an aquarium, savoring the fact that she was encased in her own little world of horror, just the other side of a thin piece of plastic.
Her expression changed as her breath ran out, becoming more strained – he stroked the hair behind her ear gently - so strange she could be drowning whilst he was right next to her, safe and dry. She started to release bubbles into the mask, as sign she couldn’t last much longer, her face twisting in anguish, and then she inhaled.. The volume of water in the breathing pipe and funnel ensured that the mask remained full.
Again her body went onto spasm, but this time the man did not drain the water, he let her be, her lungs now just water moving in and out uselessly, her body unable to process the dissolved oxygen, although it’s concentration was higher than in the air..
He thought her eyes would pop out of her head, and the straps holding her creaked like never before as she thrashed in what she assumed were her death throes.
This time he released all the straps holding her, and she fell to the floor, clawing at the mask, managing to rip it off, sending it skidding across the floor, spraying the water remaining inside in all directions as it went. She lay on the floor in her bikini bottoms and sports bra, the water that she had splashed around making her tanned body glisten, her whole body heaving as she kept bringing up water.
He kept the stun gun ready in case she attempted to make an escape, but he had correctly assumed that Heidi would be pre-occupied with clearing her lungs and not pose a threat.
As her coughing passed its worst, he and Lucy helped Heidi to her unsteady feet, and lead the now sobbing athlete to a long, low wooden bench, sitting her unresistingly on the edge. Her breathing was now rapid and shallow - crying at the same time, exhibiting the symptoms of shock after her near-drownings.
They had kept the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles while she was fastened into the chair, and they now attached them to narrow spreader bars at both wrists and ankles. They laid her down her so she was laying face down on the table, and clipped a steel wire to an eye bolt in the centre of her leg spreader. The wire was fastened firmly to a stout wooden beam at the end of the table.
Heidi had drawn herself into the a version of the fetal position, her knees tucked into her chest as she dealt with the trauma, her left ankle and wrist were both suspended by their short spreader bars as she curled into the instinctive position for self preservation.
They looked at her with something approaching pity – this proud independant woman a wet, trembling form before them. Nevertheless, a wire from the top end of the bench was connected to the bar at her wrists, this wire connected to a hand winch that the man had re-purposed from a boat trailer and installed on an equally stout beam at the top of the bench. He turned the handle, pulling Heidi’s hands out of her fetal position, uncurling her body and pulling her hands above her head and towards the top of the bench. The ratchet clicked as he continued turning, stopping when she was pulled almost taut. He didn’t want to put too much strain on her chest while she was still recovering – and besides the winch would get put to use when Heidi had no more use for her limbs, not for a long while yet.
She was laying face down on the bench, her beautiful bikini clad ass taking centre stage for the first time, but Heidi didn’t care, after her nightmares she rested her head on her bicep, and mercifully blacked out. To be continued..
Bonus video:
https://www.tmz.com/2015/01/06/michelle ... new-video/
Part VIII: Sucking it up
Heidi was having a full-blown panic attack strapped to the chair as the man outlined what was about to happen to her - she was hyperventilating, air whistling in and out of the breathing tube on the mask – the image of the contraption on her head on the laptop screen was also feeding her hysteria.
He lifted the heavy jug of water from between her legs and placed it on the ground, and used it to fill some 2 liter plastic bottles, lining them up neatly by the chair, the big jug far too unwieldy to manage the flow of water into the mask accurately.
The capacity of the human stomach is normally around 1 liter, but it can stretch to around 4, and he wanted to have plenty of water on hand as he had no doubt Heidi would do anything to keep the water level in her mask from rising.
The man adjusted the cameras to get a closer look at Heidi’s face through the mask, as well as capturing her tightly restrained body, and once he was satisfied he invited Lucy over. “Care for a front row seat?” Lucy didn’t need to be asked twice, and positioned herself as close as she could to the frantic woman without blocking the camera views.
He took up position behind Heidi, and hooked his left elbow around her throat, as if he were going to choke her out, but it was just to lock her head in place. With his right hand he held the bottle, and Heidi’s struggles hit fever pitch and as he started pouring the water slowly down the funnel. As she heard the gurgle of water flowing down the tube and into the mask Heidi emitted a wail of desperation, there wasn’t much room between the plastic and her face, and the water was soon at the level of her lips. She tried tilting her head back to gain some more time, but the man held her firmly. Her first instinct was to close her lips tightly, breathing through her nose only. With his arm wrapped around Heidi’s neck, the man couldn’t see the level of the water directly, but he could see the close-up image on the laptop screen in front of him, seeing her mouth shut he kept pouring until the level was just below her nostrils. On the close up he could see her nostrils flaring with each breath, causing small circular wrinkles in the water – she was now holding her head very still to avoid the water washing into her nose and the man slowly released his grip on her neck. He moved in front of her and crouched down. Her whole body was trembling, the narrow surface of the water rippling between her face and the mask.
He stroked her cheek that was exposed behind the mask, and looked into her tear-filled eyes, and poured a big slug of water into the funnel. The level rose rapidly, almost to her eyes.. Heidi’s breathing stopped for a few seconds and she closed her eyes, before her survival instincts kicked in and she opened her mouth and began drinking the water. The level dropped as she gulped it down. The man repeated the filling process, this time filling straight up above her nose, which was again quickly drained, Heidi’s thirst of use to her for now.
He estimated each fill was approximately 150ml, so it was going to take a long time for her to fill her stomach this way, so he changed his approach, this time pouring the water in a constant stream down the funnel
This was more the reaction he had been expecting - she felt the water rise over her nose, and then keep rising over her eyes and up to the top of the mask, filling it completely. She tried to drink the water, but the level wasn’t dropping, her view of the world now blurry through the water in the mask.. She kept trying to drink, but the effort of holding her breath, opening her mouth and swallowing all whilst in a state of abject terror was too much for her, and she choked, coughing up her last swallow of water.
The cough was just the start of her problems, after the cough had escaped her body, her lungs automatically sucked in a gulp of what would normally be air, but today was the water inside the mask. Her body convulsed, sending what little water was left in the breathing tube flying around her. The man swiftly opened a small plug he had installed on the bottom of the mask for just this situation, the water quicky draining away. He loosened the straps around her torso, and she doubled over in her chair, coughing and heaving violently to get the water out of her lungs.
She would be at risk of fluid accumulating in her lungs for the next few days, he would have to monitor that by keeping an eye on her breathing, but with her age and fitness he wasn’t too concerned.
He gave her a few moments to recover, then pulled on the straps around her chest, drawing her back up into a sitting position, and re-plugging the hole at the bottom of the mask.
She looked at him in with helpless despair. “Please, no.. No more, not that.. Anything but that… I’m begging you.. Anything, I’ll do anything…just…please “ She just wanted to curl into a ball and escape, but she was stuck in a living nightmare..
He was unphased by her desperation, picking up a fresh bottle and filling up the tube again, hearing Heidi’s cry of terror before the water again rose above her mouth silencing her. He kept on pouring until the bottle was empty, and went to stare at her face through the plastic screen.
She was holding her breath but struggling. He pressed his face against the plastic, and tapped on it, as if she were a fish in an aquarium, savoring the fact that she was encased in her own little world of horror, just the other side of a thin piece of plastic.
Her expression changed as her breath ran out, becoming more strained – he stroked the hair behind her ear gently - so strange she could be drowning whilst he was right next to her, safe and dry. She started to release bubbles into the mask, as sign she couldn’t last much longer, her face twisting in anguish, and then she inhaled.. The volume of water in the breathing pipe and funnel ensured that the mask remained full.
Again her body went onto spasm, but this time the man did not drain the water, he let her be, her lungs now just water moving in and out uselessly, her body unable to process the dissolved oxygen, although it’s concentration was higher than in the air..
He thought her eyes would pop out of her head, and the straps holding her creaked like never before as she thrashed in what she assumed were her death throes.
This time he released all the straps holding her, and she fell to the floor, clawing at the mask, managing to rip it off, sending it skidding across the floor, spraying the water remaining inside in all directions as it went. She lay on the floor in her bikini bottoms and sports bra, the water that she had splashed around making her tanned body glisten, her whole body heaving as she kept bringing up water.
He kept the stun gun ready in case she attempted to make an escape, but he had correctly assumed that Heidi would be pre-occupied with clearing her lungs and not pose a threat.
As her coughing passed its worst, he and Lucy helped Heidi to her unsteady feet, and lead the now sobbing athlete to a long, low wooden bench, sitting her unresistingly on the edge. Her breathing was now rapid and shallow - crying at the same time, exhibiting the symptoms of shock after her near-drownings.
They had kept the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles while she was fastened into the chair, and they now attached them to narrow spreader bars at both wrists and ankles. They laid her down her so she was laying face down on the table, and clipped a steel wire to an eye bolt in the centre of her leg spreader. The wire was fastened firmly to a stout wooden beam at the end of the table.
Heidi had drawn herself into the a version of the fetal position, her knees tucked into her chest as she dealt with the trauma, her left ankle and wrist were both suspended by their short spreader bars as she curled into the instinctive position for self preservation.
They looked at her with something approaching pity – this proud independant woman a wet, trembling form before them. Nevertheless, a wire from the top end of the bench was connected to the bar at her wrists, this wire connected to a hand winch that the man had re-purposed from a boat trailer and installed on an equally stout beam at the top of the bench. He turned the handle, pulling Heidi’s hands out of her fetal position, uncurling her body and pulling her hands above her head and towards the top of the bench. The ratchet clicked as he continued turning, stopping when she was pulled almost taut. He didn’t want to put too much strain on her chest while she was still recovering – and besides the winch would get put to use when Heidi had no more use for her limbs, not for a long while yet.
She was laying face down on the bench, her beautiful bikini clad ass taking centre stage for the first time, but Heidi didn’t care, after her nightmares she rested her head on her bicep, and mercifully blacked out. To be continued..
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Loving this thread!
A random video I found on Motherless is called Lara Croft and the Cave of Pain.. It stars two women - Talanis and Russlana. and some dude. I don’t the name of the one tortured, but she’s hot as fuck, and reminds me of the fit GIMPs in Ganemede’s stories.
This particular scene has lots of this brunette being beaten as she’s held by the other chick, then strung up AOH, further beaten and whipped. I love the definition of her abdomen, her long legs and her thigh gap.
A random video I found on Motherless is called Lara Croft and the Cave of Pain.. It stars two women - Talanis and Russlana. and some dude. I don’t the name of the one tortured, but she’s hot as fuck, and reminds me of the fit GIMPs in Ganemede’s stories.
This particular scene has lots of this brunette being beaten as she’s held by the other chick, then strung up AOH, further beaten and whipped. I love the definition of her abdomen, her long legs and her thigh gap.
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Good thing about climbers, always lots of rope and toys around their house, and tough, strong women for sure.
Sasha DiGiulian.
Multiple world climbing champion and general baddass babe.
And yes, she need a shoot climbing in lingerie for Agent Provocoteur Alex Puccio, another world champion climber.
Sasha DiGiulian.
Multiple world climbing champion and general baddass babe.
And yes, she need a shoot climbing in lingerie for Agent Provocoteur Alex Puccio, another world champion climber.
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Breaking Heidi
Part IX: Treatment
Seeing Heidi suffer like this had given Lucy itchy feet, and she asked the man if she would be able to take a turn with their guest. He agreed, as long as it wouldn’t cause any lasting damage just yet, but he was quietly pleased that he’d get to see Lucy in action for the first time. “Eeeeee!! Lucy squealing with excitement, springing on her toes and clapping her hands, “I’ve been looking forward to this so much!!”
She bounced off to the trolley where she’d unpacked her bags, and set about organizing her implements.
The room they were in was sparely furnished – for their visitors they had the chair where Heidi had nearly just drowned, the bed where she slept last night and this bench. There was a large winch hanging from overhead, and various bolts embedded in the in the floor, and a variety of bars, poles and other materials of use were stacked around the edge of the room. The man had other projects under construction - there was space in the room for more furniture, but for now this was it. There were also some movable trolleys, the laptop stand, a couple of bar stools and a hi-top table for his use, and on the vary rare occasion like today when he had invited, willing visitors.
The table that Heidi was restrained to was about 8 feet long, solidly built from a dark wood, and held her just below waist height when the man was standing. It was very narrow compared to its length, and he’d fitted it with heavy duty castors so it could easily roll on the concrete floor of the room. He’d taken care with it’s construction, and the varnish gleamed under the bright lights, it could have passed for an expensive coffee table if not for the wires and winch attached at the long ends, and a couple of large square holes in the tabletop at regular intervals along its length
Lucy returned with her trolley and rolled it to the side of the table.
The man eyed it with interest. “Have you ever had a massage?” asked Lucy, seeing his expression.. “Yeah, sure” he replied uncertainly. She looked sideways at him: “Not like a soapy, happy ending massage, a MASSAGE”, she said emphasizing the last word, “A proper deep tissue massage where you can’t walk afterwards”. The man had to admit that he hadn’t. “Watch and enjoy, this is one of the best parts of my job, getting to hurt beautiful athletes like this.. And they even pay me for it!”
Heidi had been stirring from her blackout, and was listening to their conversation.
She’d had many, many sports massages in her time, if that was Lucy’s idea of torture, bring it on - compared to getting FUCKING DROWNED this sounded positively enjoyable. Lucy saw she was awake, and went over to her, sitting on the side of the table by her chest.
“Hey sweetie, how are you feeling after that bad man tried to drown you?” Heidi shuddered at the recent memory, the feeling of the water inside her lungs still vivid in her mind..
“Well just relax, I’m going to give you a nice rub down, ok? “ Heidi remained silent, and Lucy put on her professional voice, “Now Heidi, do you have any issues or injuries I should know about? Any surgeries? Just kidding, I don’t care.. Oo, before we start, this is going to hurt quite a lot, and I don’t want you screaming this close to my ear, one second.. “ She hurried off and returned with the bag containing Heidi’s sopping wet shorts in and opened it. It stank of stale piss - Heidi’s face recoiled in disgust at them, and she firmly sealed her lips. She was restrained face down on the bench, her head between her outstretched arms, not the easiest position to insert a gag, but Lucy had a plan. She grabbed the hairs just above Heidi’s right ear lobe and yanked them harshly upwards and backwards – the instant pain causing her to move her head backwards and twist it, and also to open her mouth to squeal at the same time. It was all the opening Lucy needed and she jammed the pad of the shorts into Heidi’s mouth quickly stuffing in the remaining damp material. Two loops of tape around her head sealed the hated shorts in place.
“Yuk” she announced, wiping her hands with a wetwipe.
Lucy had been a physio for all her professional career, and years spent giving massages and administering treatments for 8-10 hours a day had given Lucy incredibly strong fingers and hands. Her patients jokingly called her “Doctor Death” behind her back for her notoriously tough treatments but they kept coming back because of the positive results they saw. She in turn liked working with athletes as they took an interest in their own recovery, following her instructions to get back to their chosen sport as quickly as possible. It was a standing joke with many of her clients that there were teeth marks on her treatment table, even her toughest clients would sometimes have to tap out of her treatments, and Lucy new she was only applying a fraction of her strength. She’d always wanted to apply her full strength to see what would happen - obviously she couldn’t do this with a paying client, the pain and potential damage she would inflict on them would ruin her reputation and business, so she’d been waiting for an opportunity like the one that presented itself 2 days before.
It also gave her an opportunity to try out another of her favorite treatments on her clients on an unwilling victim – her dry needles.
She regarded the bound woman in front of her – there was no doubt she had a magnificent specimen, and Lucy was going to enjoy this immensely. It was going to be a very different kind of torture to the kind that Heidi had endured this morning, a very intimate connection between the two women as Lucy probed every inch of Heidi’s body - she knew the areas that Heidi would likely be sore in from her training and would be focusing on them with her freakishly strong fingers and sharp elbows.
Lucy pulled out a tube of massage oil, and squirted it liberally over the back of Heidi’s legs.
A lemongrass scent filled the room, strangely at odds with the apparatus of torture spread around. “When was the last time you had a nice smell in this place?“ she asked the man, and winked at him. She spread the oil over Heidi’s legs – her muscles glistening under the bright lights..
Lucy began on Heidi’s right side, starting on her beautifully defined calves, she loved the feeling of how her oiled muscles moved under her fingers, their fibers guiding her hands up her legs.
She was using all her weight on Heidi, and although she had just started, Heidi was already squirming in discomfort, there was also no padding on the surface of the wooden bench, and Heidi’s knees and hip bones were getting ground against the hard surface.
Lucy was soon working up a sweat as she dug her fingers deep into Heidi’s flesh –
she loved the feel of the big muscle groups in Heidi’s legs, and relished using her sharp elbow joint to brutally crush her hamstrings.
She undid the strings on Heidi’s bikini bottoms to allow her to work on her glutes and hip flexors, again using all of her weight though her elbows and making Heidi emit long groans into her gag. Heidi was coping surprisingly well with Lucy’s skills, she was more accustomed to this kind of pain and was knew how to process it better, Lucy knew most of her clients would have tapped out long ago, not that Heidi had the option, screaming into her gag her only release.
She moved up Heidi’s back, deciding the time had come to remove Heidi’s bra, the only item of clothing remaining from her original capture. She made short work of the thick fabric using her shears, exposing Heidi’s toned back and similar to her crotch, there were thin bikini strap tan lines from her swim training. Lucy knew that the tighter the muscles the more painful the massage, and Heidi’s upper back and shoulders were a mess of knots after being strung up by her wrists. Lucy’s elbows ground away at the knots and Heidi mmphed her objections in to the gag. She repeated the massage up the left side of Heidi’s body as well, her OCD not allowing her to leave a job half done, her attentions eliciting complaining moans and groans from the bound woman.
She decided to leave Heidi face down for now, and move onto the needles.. Lucy had trained in the technique and used dry needling as a treatment on her patients, but as soon as she found out about it she had been wanting to try it as method of torture.. It involved inserting a fine needle directly into the patients muscles, causing contract and then release any knots. As a treatment it was very effective, the needle was almost painless when inserted, but the sensation it caused was incredibly uncomfortable for the patient while it was happening, the muscle contracting against their will, triggered by the needle inserted deep inside it - it felt like the muscle was cramping. After the treatment was finished, the muscles that had been targeted were always very sore for the next 24-48hrs, her patients reporting difficulty walking the next day, but once the soreness faded their legs felt like new. Lucy wasn’t interested in the positive aspects of the treatment, merely it’s use as a means of torturing a beautiful woman, and Heidi’s life expectancy might mean she never got to feel the benefits of the process. There was a version of this that used electricity connected to the needles to stimulate the muscles, but Lucy preferred this version, being able to feel the contractions though her fingers.
Since Heidi was face down, she decided to start again on the soleus muscle in her shapely calve, always a sore spot for runners. Heidi had actually had this treatment done once, after an injury to her knee. She recognized the sensation of her muscle twitching instantly, although she was unable to see what Lucy was doing, not being to turn her head between her outstretched arms. She had hated the treatment, the sensation so unnatural, and the soreness afterwards was hard to bear, but it had worked, and her knee had fully recovered.
She felt Lucy moving the needle in and out, making her muscle spasm and gritted her teeth waiting for it to stop. In her previous treatments, it had thankfully been over almost instantly, so when it kept going she realized that the sadistic woman would be using this as torture. Lucy kept the needle deep in Heidi’s flesh – from the outside Heidi’s muscle was merly twitching, but to Heidi it was screaming – it felt like the worst cramp she’d ever had. The only reason she knew that Lucy had finished with that muscle was when she felt the next muscle up her leg start to twitch.
This was way worse than the treatments she’d had on the past – her muscle was already the sorest it had ever been, and she knew it would get worse as time went on.
Lucy diligiently worked her way up Heidi’s body, needling every muscle she could find.
It took quite a while, but Lucy was in her element, focused on her work. She enjoyed some of the more subtle muscles like Heidi’s underarms – when these stabilizer muscles were triggered, it would send waves of pain through the victims connected muscles, sometime all the way to their head and Heidi groaned as Lucy expertly used Heidi’s own body against her.
Once she had worked all the muscles on Heidi’s toned back, Lucy wanted to roll Heidi over, she had to ask the man for help, but the reason the man tied his victims using a spreader bars on his rack was that it made it easier to turn the over without untying them.
They grabbed the bar between her ankles and between them they forcefully rotated it 180 degrees, meaning Heidi had to roll herself over, her bones scraping painfully over the hard wood.
Heidi now lay face up, arms still stretched out over her head. Lucy quickly rubbed some massage oil on her newly exposed skin, and then both took as step back to admire her body once more, displaced under the lights. Toes, feet, cuffs, shins, knees, and her juicy thighs all lay invitingly before them, begging to be tortured. The straps of her bikini bottoms were undone, but the triangle of fabric remained in place for now, concealing her dignity. Her toned abs were stretched, her stomach hollowed slight by the pull on her arms, and for the first time Heidi’s breasts were now exposed – Lucy had cut the straps on the bra but the garment had been held in place by Heidi’s weight, and as she rolled over it had dropped to the floor. Her breasts were not large, but (to the man’s eyes at least), perfectly sized - as he said when asked, “anything more than a handful is a waste”.
Laying on her back hey had spread either side of her chest, nipples pointing slightly outwards, the centerline of her sternum flat as it rose and fell with her breathing - Heidi felt herself blushing under their intense study.
Lucy resumed her rubbing of Heidi’s muscles, the taking real pleasure in the feel of her flesh below her fingers, especially her delicious quads and thighs.
She scraped the tips of her fingers along the inside edges of Heidi’s hip bones, pressing her abdomen hard and feeling the internal muscles there twang – not a single one of her clients could endure this particular treatment long, Heidi tried to rock herself away from the intrusion without success, squealing into her gag as Lucy’s strong fingers overcame the resistance of her abdominal muscles to the intrusion.
Then it was on to the needling, some particularly sensitive muscles in her shins and the sides of her knees receiving particular attention, her various thigh muscles also all twitched and jerked delightfully. Eventually after a long few hours Lucy was done, and so was Heidi.
Although she had just remained fixed in her bondage, every muscle in her body was on fire, each feeling like it has just endured an extreme extended workout at once, and she knew from experience it would get worse, she groaned at the prospect.
Lucy knew they should make sure Heidi was properly hydrated, the damage to her muscles caused by the treatments would be flooding her bloodstream with dead cells, and her kidneys would need water to be able to get rid of them in Heidi’s urine. She told this to the man who nodded – he’d been relaxing on the bed where Heidi had been restrained the other night, watching Lucy’s intricate torture. They also still needed to clean away any remnants of the chili oil before they could explore her most intimate areas, but they were both hungry and they could do all this later, a couple of hours wouldn’t make much difference.
They left the gagged girl stretched out on the table – her muscles were begging to move after their torture, to drain some of the toxins that had been released, but she could only rock her hips side to side as she lay under the spotlights, the soreness caused by the needling getting more acute by the minute.
To Be Continued...
Bonus video: If anyone doubts how painful a massage could be, please enjoy this - imagine her unwilling, tied down and gagged, and a much more sadistic physio
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fy0tHztGVo
Part IX: Treatment
Seeing Heidi suffer like this had given Lucy itchy feet, and she asked the man if she would be able to take a turn with their guest. He agreed, as long as it wouldn’t cause any lasting damage just yet, but he was quietly pleased that he’d get to see Lucy in action for the first time. “Eeeeee!! Lucy squealing with excitement, springing on her toes and clapping her hands, “I’ve been looking forward to this so much!!”
She bounced off to the trolley where she’d unpacked her bags, and set about organizing her implements.
The room they were in was sparely furnished – for their visitors they had the chair where Heidi had nearly just drowned, the bed where she slept last night and this bench. There was a large winch hanging from overhead, and various bolts embedded in the in the floor, and a variety of bars, poles and other materials of use were stacked around the edge of the room. The man had other projects under construction - there was space in the room for more furniture, but for now this was it. There were also some movable trolleys, the laptop stand, a couple of bar stools and a hi-top table for his use, and on the vary rare occasion like today when he had invited, willing visitors.
The table that Heidi was restrained to was about 8 feet long, solidly built from a dark wood, and held her just below waist height when the man was standing. It was very narrow compared to its length, and he’d fitted it with heavy duty castors so it could easily roll on the concrete floor of the room. He’d taken care with it’s construction, and the varnish gleamed under the bright lights, it could have passed for an expensive coffee table if not for the wires and winch attached at the long ends, and a couple of large square holes in the tabletop at regular intervals along its length
Lucy returned with her trolley and rolled it to the side of the table.
The man eyed it with interest. “Have you ever had a massage?” asked Lucy, seeing his expression.. “Yeah, sure” he replied uncertainly. She looked sideways at him: “Not like a soapy, happy ending massage, a MASSAGE”, she said emphasizing the last word, “A proper deep tissue massage where you can’t walk afterwards”. The man had to admit that he hadn’t. “Watch and enjoy, this is one of the best parts of my job, getting to hurt beautiful athletes like this.. And they even pay me for it!”
Heidi had been stirring from her blackout, and was listening to their conversation.
She’d had many, many sports massages in her time, if that was Lucy’s idea of torture, bring it on - compared to getting FUCKING DROWNED this sounded positively enjoyable. Lucy saw she was awake, and went over to her, sitting on the side of the table by her chest.
“Hey sweetie, how are you feeling after that bad man tried to drown you?” Heidi shuddered at the recent memory, the feeling of the water inside her lungs still vivid in her mind..
“Well just relax, I’m going to give you a nice rub down, ok? “ Heidi remained silent, and Lucy put on her professional voice, “Now Heidi, do you have any issues or injuries I should know about? Any surgeries? Just kidding, I don’t care.. Oo, before we start, this is going to hurt quite a lot, and I don’t want you screaming this close to my ear, one second.. “ She hurried off and returned with the bag containing Heidi’s sopping wet shorts in and opened it. It stank of stale piss - Heidi’s face recoiled in disgust at them, and she firmly sealed her lips. She was restrained face down on the bench, her head between her outstretched arms, not the easiest position to insert a gag, but Lucy had a plan. She grabbed the hairs just above Heidi’s right ear lobe and yanked them harshly upwards and backwards – the instant pain causing her to move her head backwards and twist it, and also to open her mouth to squeal at the same time. It was all the opening Lucy needed and she jammed the pad of the shorts into Heidi’s mouth quickly stuffing in the remaining damp material. Two loops of tape around her head sealed the hated shorts in place.
“Yuk” she announced, wiping her hands with a wetwipe.
Lucy had been a physio for all her professional career, and years spent giving massages and administering treatments for 8-10 hours a day had given Lucy incredibly strong fingers and hands. Her patients jokingly called her “Doctor Death” behind her back for her notoriously tough treatments but they kept coming back because of the positive results they saw. She in turn liked working with athletes as they took an interest in their own recovery, following her instructions to get back to their chosen sport as quickly as possible. It was a standing joke with many of her clients that there were teeth marks on her treatment table, even her toughest clients would sometimes have to tap out of her treatments, and Lucy new she was only applying a fraction of her strength. She’d always wanted to apply her full strength to see what would happen - obviously she couldn’t do this with a paying client, the pain and potential damage she would inflict on them would ruin her reputation and business, so she’d been waiting for an opportunity like the one that presented itself 2 days before.
It also gave her an opportunity to try out another of her favorite treatments on her clients on an unwilling victim – her dry needles.
She regarded the bound woman in front of her – there was no doubt she had a magnificent specimen, and Lucy was going to enjoy this immensely. It was going to be a very different kind of torture to the kind that Heidi had endured this morning, a very intimate connection between the two women as Lucy probed every inch of Heidi’s body - she knew the areas that Heidi would likely be sore in from her training and would be focusing on them with her freakishly strong fingers and sharp elbows.
Lucy pulled out a tube of massage oil, and squirted it liberally over the back of Heidi’s legs.
A lemongrass scent filled the room, strangely at odds with the apparatus of torture spread around. “When was the last time you had a nice smell in this place?“ she asked the man, and winked at him. She spread the oil over Heidi’s legs – her muscles glistening under the bright lights..
Lucy began on Heidi’s right side, starting on her beautifully defined calves, she loved the feeling of how her oiled muscles moved under her fingers, their fibers guiding her hands up her legs.
She was using all her weight on Heidi, and although she had just started, Heidi was already squirming in discomfort, there was also no padding on the surface of the wooden bench, and Heidi’s knees and hip bones were getting ground against the hard surface.
Lucy was soon working up a sweat as she dug her fingers deep into Heidi’s flesh –
she loved the feel of the big muscle groups in Heidi’s legs, and relished using her sharp elbow joint to brutally crush her hamstrings.
She undid the strings on Heidi’s bikini bottoms to allow her to work on her glutes and hip flexors, again using all of her weight though her elbows and making Heidi emit long groans into her gag. Heidi was coping surprisingly well with Lucy’s skills, she was more accustomed to this kind of pain and was knew how to process it better, Lucy knew most of her clients would have tapped out long ago, not that Heidi had the option, screaming into her gag her only release.
She moved up Heidi’s back, deciding the time had come to remove Heidi’s bra, the only item of clothing remaining from her original capture. She made short work of the thick fabric using her shears, exposing Heidi’s toned back and similar to her crotch, there were thin bikini strap tan lines from her swim training. Lucy knew that the tighter the muscles the more painful the massage, and Heidi’s upper back and shoulders were a mess of knots after being strung up by her wrists. Lucy’s elbows ground away at the knots and Heidi mmphed her objections in to the gag. She repeated the massage up the left side of Heidi’s body as well, her OCD not allowing her to leave a job half done, her attentions eliciting complaining moans and groans from the bound woman.
She decided to leave Heidi face down for now, and move onto the needles.. Lucy had trained in the technique and used dry needling as a treatment on her patients, but as soon as she found out about it she had been wanting to try it as method of torture.. It involved inserting a fine needle directly into the patients muscles, causing contract and then release any knots. As a treatment it was very effective, the needle was almost painless when inserted, but the sensation it caused was incredibly uncomfortable for the patient while it was happening, the muscle contracting against their will, triggered by the needle inserted deep inside it - it felt like the muscle was cramping. After the treatment was finished, the muscles that had been targeted were always very sore for the next 24-48hrs, her patients reporting difficulty walking the next day, but once the soreness faded their legs felt like new. Lucy wasn’t interested in the positive aspects of the treatment, merely it’s use as a means of torturing a beautiful woman, and Heidi’s life expectancy might mean she never got to feel the benefits of the process. There was a version of this that used electricity connected to the needles to stimulate the muscles, but Lucy preferred this version, being able to feel the contractions though her fingers.
Since Heidi was face down, she decided to start again on the soleus muscle in her shapely calve, always a sore spot for runners. Heidi had actually had this treatment done once, after an injury to her knee. She recognized the sensation of her muscle twitching instantly, although she was unable to see what Lucy was doing, not being to turn her head between her outstretched arms. She had hated the treatment, the sensation so unnatural, and the soreness afterwards was hard to bear, but it had worked, and her knee had fully recovered.
She felt Lucy moving the needle in and out, making her muscle spasm and gritted her teeth waiting for it to stop. In her previous treatments, it had thankfully been over almost instantly, so when it kept going she realized that the sadistic woman would be using this as torture. Lucy kept the needle deep in Heidi’s flesh – from the outside Heidi’s muscle was merly twitching, but to Heidi it was screaming – it felt like the worst cramp she’d ever had. The only reason she knew that Lucy had finished with that muscle was when she felt the next muscle up her leg start to twitch.
This was way worse than the treatments she’d had on the past – her muscle was already the sorest it had ever been, and she knew it would get worse as time went on.
Lucy diligiently worked her way up Heidi’s body, needling every muscle she could find.
It took quite a while, but Lucy was in her element, focused on her work. She enjoyed some of the more subtle muscles like Heidi’s underarms – when these stabilizer muscles were triggered, it would send waves of pain through the victims connected muscles, sometime all the way to their head and Heidi groaned as Lucy expertly used Heidi’s own body against her.
Once she had worked all the muscles on Heidi’s toned back, Lucy wanted to roll Heidi over, she had to ask the man for help, but the reason the man tied his victims using a spreader bars on his rack was that it made it easier to turn the over without untying them.
They grabbed the bar between her ankles and between them they forcefully rotated it 180 degrees, meaning Heidi had to roll herself over, her bones scraping painfully over the hard wood.
Heidi now lay face up, arms still stretched out over her head. Lucy quickly rubbed some massage oil on her newly exposed skin, and then both took as step back to admire her body once more, displaced under the lights. Toes, feet, cuffs, shins, knees, and her juicy thighs all lay invitingly before them, begging to be tortured. The straps of her bikini bottoms were undone, but the triangle of fabric remained in place for now, concealing her dignity. Her toned abs were stretched, her stomach hollowed slight by the pull on her arms, and for the first time Heidi’s breasts were now exposed – Lucy had cut the straps on the bra but the garment had been held in place by Heidi’s weight, and as she rolled over it had dropped to the floor. Her breasts were not large, but (to the man’s eyes at least), perfectly sized - as he said when asked, “anything more than a handful is a waste”.
Laying on her back hey had spread either side of her chest, nipples pointing slightly outwards, the centerline of her sternum flat as it rose and fell with her breathing - Heidi felt herself blushing under their intense study.
Lucy resumed her rubbing of Heidi’s muscles, the taking real pleasure in the feel of her flesh below her fingers, especially her delicious quads and thighs.
She scraped the tips of her fingers along the inside edges of Heidi’s hip bones, pressing her abdomen hard and feeling the internal muscles there twang – not a single one of her clients could endure this particular treatment long, Heidi tried to rock herself away from the intrusion without success, squealing into her gag as Lucy’s strong fingers overcame the resistance of her abdominal muscles to the intrusion.
Then it was on to the needling, some particularly sensitive muscles in her shins and the sides of her knees receiving particular attention, her various thigh muscles also all twitched and jerked delightfully. Eventually after a long few hours Lucy was done, and so was Heidi.
Although she had just remained fixed in her bondage, every muscle in her body was on fire, each feeling like it has just endured an extreme extended workout at once, and she knew from experience it would get worse, she groaned at the prospect.
Lucy knew they should make sure Heidi was properly hydrated, the damage to her muscles caused by the treatments would be flooding her bloodstream with dead cells, and her kidneys would need water to be able to get rid of them in Heidi’s urine. She told this to the man who nodded – he’d been relaxing on the bed where Heidi had been restrained the other night, watching Lucy’s intricate torture. They also still needed to clean away any remnants of the chili oil before they could explore her most intimate areas, but they were both hungry and they could do all this later, a couple of hours wouldn’t make much difference.
They left the gagged girl stretched out on the table – her muscles were begging to move after their torture, to drain some of the toxins that had been released, but she could only rock her hips side to side as she lay under the spotlights, the soreness caused by the needling getting more acute by the minute.
To Be Continued...
Bonus video: If anyone doubts how painful a massage could be, please enjoy this - imagine her unwilling, tied down and gagged, and a much more sadistic physio
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fy0tHztGVo
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She goes by the Amazon stage name of Talanis over at Sexy Amazons / Amazon Warriors. Have a look at her performance in the 4-part "The New Queen" series. Parts II and III are to die for if you like AOH and belly punching. She is truly a remarkable athletic specimen.Navyrotor wrote: ↑Tue May 31, 2022 12:28 pm Loving this thread!
A random video I found on Motherless is called Lara Croft and the Cave of Pain.. It stars two women - Talanis and Russlana. and some dude. I don’t the name of the one tortured, but she’s hot as fuck, and reminds me of the fit GIMPs in Ganemede’s stories.
This particular scene has lots of this brunette being beaten as she’s held by the other chick, then strung up AOH, further beaten and whipped. I love the definition of her abdomen, her long legs and her thigh gap.
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Agree that Talanis was great! Loved her torso and the 2 clips you guys mentioned.skullchaser wrote: ↑Wed Jun 01, 2022 10:52 amShe goes by the Amazon stage name of Talanis over at Sexy Amazons / Amazon Warriors. Have a look at her performance in the 4-part "The New Queen" series. Parts II and III are to die for if you like AOH and belly punching. She is truly a remarkable athletic specimen.Navyrotor wrote: ↑Tue May 31, 2022 12:28 pm Loving this thread!
A random video I found on Motherless is called Lara Croft and the Cave of Pain.. It stars two women - Talanis and Russlana. and some dude. I don’t the name of the one tortured, but she’s hot as fuck, and reminds me of the fit GIMPs in Ganemede’s stories.
This particular scene has lots of this brunette being beaten as she’s held by the other chick, then strung up AOH, further beaten and whipped. I love the definition of her abdomen, her long legs and her thigh gap.
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On the other girl "Russlana", she's had a few AOH torture scenes of her own, including this recent one in "Agent Russlana her final mission". Looks like her buff bod can definitely take some torture
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Re: Athletic GIMPs
Breaking Heidi
Part X: Feedback
In a sports bar over lunch they’d been watching a show on MMA, and the show had played a clip of a viral youtube video on how the fighters prepared their shins for the rigours of the martial art by “raking” the shin bone, essentially running a hard object down the bone to kill the nerve cells at the surface.
Several others around the bar were watching the show with interest and a few tried it themselves with the blunt side of their table knives or whatever they had to hand – there were assorted screams and laughs from various groups as they all realized how something so simple could be so painful. The man looked at Lucy – they didn’t need to say anything.
Heidi couldn’t tell how long they’d been gone, the lack of natural light was really starting to mess with her head now. Her body was in agony, not just in one place, but every single muscle fibre hurt like she’d never experienced before. She was so uncomfortable stretched out on the hard wooden table, all she wanted was a hot bath, a soft bed and for this hell to be over.
They came back into the room, the man started rummaging through some pieces of what looked like spare wood. As Lucy approached Heidi, she could see the bruises where her massage had been strong enough to break the blood vessels under her skin, most noticeably on the insiders of her hip bones where she’d really been trying to hurt Heidi, and admired her handywork.
The man appeared with 2 short, square pieces of wood, about the length of a ruler, handed one to Lucy, and they moved so they were either side of the table, level with her shins. The nodded at each other, and placed one of the edges of their respective pieces of wood just below her knee on her shin bone. Together they placed their weight on the wooden rods and pushed them ever so slowly down Heidi’s shin bones.
The sudden pain was so intense Heidi at first couldn’t scream, her eyes wide as her brain tried to figure out what just happened, if she’d have been able to open her mouth she still wouldn’t have made a sound. The noise of the wood as it ran down her bones was a sound that should never be made with the human body, it made her blood run cold. They could tell she was finding this excruciatingly painful – she was trying wildy to escape from under them, but the tension in the wires held her in place, she was now screaming into her gag as they reached the bottom of her shins. They went back to the top of her shins and repeated, moving slightly round her shin bone to make sure that they could cover them all. Starting the second round they grinned as Heidi bucked under their joint attentions.
They did this 5 more times, each seemingly more painful than the last, and leaving her shin bones an angry red colour. Heidi again longed to curl into a ball and gently rub her blazing bones, but there was no sign of release.
After this unanticipated entertainment the pair got to work – they wanted to make sure that the chilli oil posed no danger to them for their upcoming activities and she was tied perfectly to get this done with no fuss. They brought some bottles of saline solution and towels from their supplies, they removed Heidi’s bikini bottoms and got to work cleaning and inspecting her crotch. The man let Lucy take the lead on this, it was less work for him and the site of the pretty girl working on the restrained athlete was very easy on the eye. She was currently inspecting Heidi’s vulva closely – most of the redness had subsided, although a few blisters still lingered. She parted her labia, and explored within with her fingers. It was still inflamed inside, but as far as she could tell no trace of the oil remained. She picked up a bottle of saline solution and squirted it inside her vagina, using her fingers to wash the insides. The water leaked out onto a white towel she had placed between the tops of Heidi’s long legs. Lucy tasted her fingers for any hint of chilli – nothing. She flushed her vagina twice more to be on the safe side, and re-tied the bikini in place. All done she placed the unused saline back in her bag, and moved to the man who was set at the laptop typing - she looked at the screen, reading the most recent exchange between the man and the rest of his group. “Hmm. I think our guest over there would disagree! Shall we give her the good news?”
They discussed between themselves for a couple more minutes before they walked back to Heidi who was quietly enduring the agony in her muscles and her still raw shins.
“Well Heidi, our associates who are watching your live feeds are enjoying your performance so far, but they feel we’re being a bit soft on you”. Heidi almost laughed at this, every part of her body hurt right now. “They want to see us physially hurt you. We’ve assured them we are hurting you plenty, but they’d like to see some more, in their words “Graphic” torture.
The physical effects of the torture we’ve given you so far have been temporary, and if we left you to recover you would be fine, but tomorrow that will start to change and your physical recovery will become increasingly unlikely” This sounded like the cold, clinical introduction she’d heard when she first awoke in this dreadful place. Everything he’d said to her then had since come true, so this sent a chill down her exposed body. She was still holding on to hope that she’d escape or be rescued and be able to somehow go back to her normal life – that hope was fading hour by hour, and what she’d just heard made her shudder at the thought of what “graphic torture” might mean..
The pair had discussed what to do next. Lucy released the tension on the winch, Heidi’s body was so stiff and sore her arms barely moved, and Lucy deftly jumped onto the table and hoisted Heidi into a sitting position, the gagged woman grunting as her muscles were forced into motion. The man picked up a stout 6’x6’ wooden post, which was varnished to match the table, and dropped it into the hole about ¾ of the way up the table. Lucy leaned Heidi back against the newly installed post, and the man flipped a leather belt over the top of the post, which was about level with the top of Heidi’s head, and dropped it down to just below Heidi’s ribs and tightened it firmly, securing her against the post., the belt cutting into her stomach. Her hands were still attached to the spreader bar in front of her, they quickly undid the cuffs and brought her hands behind the bar and re-locked them together. Heidi tried to lift herself, placing her hands on the table and raising her butt off the hard surface, but the man pulled them harshly backwards and she landed back down on her butt with a thud.
The man was annoyed that they felt he’d been too gentle with Heidi. In his mind he’d been very discerning in the tortures so far, carefully selecting them for maximum distress with minimal physical damage. Perhaps they couldn’t appreciate his subtlety, or maybe it just didn’t come across as well when you didn’t have the victim suffering in front of you. He put another strap over the top of the pole, this time around her chest, just below her now exposed breasts. Heidi’s hands had been creeping back towards the post and she was again trying to ease her discomfort by taking the weight off her tailbone. He stood on the table, roughly grabbed her cuffed wrists and yanked them upwards, causing Heidi to whince.
He folded her stiff arms up behind her back into an approximation of a reverse prayer, but with the wooden pole between her back and her hands. He secured this with 2 more straps, brutally tight. Heidi sensed a change in the man, he seemed harsher, less precise and considered in his actions..
The man jumped down, and grabbed a handful of leather straps, placing then above and below her knees, roughly tightening them and forcing her knees painfully together, he unclipped the spreader bar between her feet before placing another strap around her ankles. He reached down, and lifted some plastic blocks onto the table. Emma had noticed the change in the man too, she seemed to him somehow more driven and spontaneous, she picked up on his energy and moved over quickly and lifted Heidi’s bound ankles as they’d agreed, and he started stacking the plastic blocks under them. The blocks interlocked as he stacked them, and they were nestled against the wooden beam at the foot of the bed. He kept stacking the blocks, and once he was satisfied, he nodded to Lucy to release Heidi’s ankles. Heidi’s heels now rested on the concave top of the block, her toes level with her chest, and in her current position she couldn’t lift her feet off the blocks. Her knees were now locked in place, the force upwards from the blocks under her heels jamming her knees the wrong way, causing her to rock on her butt to try and seek a way out of the instant discomfort. He man ran threw a webbing strap over her thighs, it swung back under the table and grabbed and tightened it, pulling her thighs downward, compounding the mounting pain in her knees. Her thigh muscles were beautify defined along the sides of the legs now that they were fully contracted. He tightened the strap between her thighs and the bench even further – she was whimpering and tears started flowing out of her beautiful eyes and dripping down her gag, she was more afraid of the man now than she had ever been, her knees joints burning with pain.
He stepped up onto the table holding a thin cord and the wooden block he had used on her shins earlier. He stood in front of her, his legs either side of hers, looking down at her crying face now level with his waist, her pretty eyes looking up, pleading for release.. He slapped her hard across the face. She hadn’t been expecting that, and her body being strapped to the sturdy pole meant she couldn’t roll with the blow other than by bending her neck, and her face absorbed its full force. He stepped behind her, dropped the cord around Heidi’s neck, and brought it behind the pole. He put the wooden rod inside the loop of cord and slowly started to twist the wooden rod, quickly at first taking in the slack in the cord, then slowing once it was snug around Heidi’s throat. He gave it a couple of twists, and the cord began to bite into her skin. Another 2 turns turn and she becan to cough as her trachea started to be deformed, and her face was turning red as her veins were constricted.
He paused to allow Heidi to fully appreciated her predicament.
Heidi was in hell – she felt like her knees were going to snap, she had visions of them splintering and bending upwards, the sensation of this and the mental image of her legs folding so unnaturally made her feel sick in addition to the horrible pain in her joints. Her head felt like it was going to explode as the cord around her neck restricted her blood supply – she could feel her windpipe start to be crushed as well – her incredibly strong natural instinct to protect her breathing not possible because of her bondage.
Lucy wanted to be a part of this, and she joined them on the table as well. She stepped one leg over Heidi’s raised knees, and straddling her legs she knelt before the bound athlete. She leant back on Heidi’s raised legs putting even more stress on her knees, hearing Heidi shriek in protest as her joints creaked.
She felt she’d been thoroughly professional in her torture of Heidi this morning, and now she felt she’d earned herself a little fun as a reward. She gently caressed Heidi’s face, and kissed her on her duct-taped lips, licking the tears rolling down her face and savoring the saltiness, a physical embodiment of her suffering. She took both of Heidi’s nipples and rolled them tenderly between her thumb and first finger causing them to stand erect.
All this time the man was continuing to slowly tighten the cord around Heidi’s neck, she was making croaking noises as she was slowly garroted, her face now a deep red.
Lowering her head she bit down hard on each of Heidi’s nipples in turn, savoring the feel of the sensitive nubs between her teeth and how easily her jaw crushed them – she pulled away without releasing her bite, pulling on her breasts and stretching her nipples painfully as her teeth scraped excruciatingly along the nerve endings.
This new pain cut through everything else as one at a time her nipples exploded in pain , although gagged and a strangled as she was, a weak rasp was all the noise that Heidi could make. She looked through her tears at the woman kneeling above her in another one of her cute gym outfits, still unable to believe she could inflict such pain on another woman.
The cord was deeply embedded in Heidi’s neck now, Lucy looked down looked into Heidi’s bulging, watering eyes, and pinched her nose shut, cutting of what little air was making it past the constriction on her airway. Heidi frantically shook her head trying to dislodge this, but she never stood a chance – her world began to swim, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she collapsed against the straps holding her up, releasing her bladder in the process.
Warm piss flowed out from her crotch, spreading over the table, the water Heidi had drunk earlier trying to avoid drowning had kept her well hydrated at least, Lucy’s lycra-clad knees slipping in the puddle as she climbed off the polished table.
They realized they’d taken this further than they intended - they quickly unstrapped Heidi, lifted her ankles off the blocks and laid her on the table. They removed her gag, being sure to seal the shorts in their bag, grabbed the oxygen cylinder again and placed it over her mouth and nose – Lucy gave a couple of chest compressions to kick start her lungs, her heart was still beating so the compressions would work fine - after a 4 or 5 compressions that drew the oxygen into her lungs and flushed out some of the carbon dioxide from her blood she started breathing by herself again, although she remained unconscious. Once they were satisfied she wasn’t going to die on them just yet, they re-tied her face down on the table, stretching her body out using the winch, but this time leaving her ungagged – the man knew there was no way anyone would her any noise from inside the room. They wiped away Heidi’s piss from the table and where it had dribbled on the floor and retrieved the bulb and tube they had used to hydrate her the other day and pushed it back up her rectum. This time the attached the tube to a bag of liquid food that they had hung from a stand - they wanted to give her some nutrition to help her recover before tomorrow. They both wanted Heidi to keep her strength as long as possible - they had plenty planned to showcase her athletic body during the next phase, the breaking of Heidi would begin in earnest tomorrow. To be continued..
Another bonus video, skip to 4:20 if you don’t want to watch the whole thing.
Again I like to imagine this happening to a tied down girl, unable to escape..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3kcdVukE4k
Part X: Feedback
In a sports bar over lunch they’d been watching a show on MMA, and the show had played a clip of a viral youtube video on how the fighters prepared their shins for the rigours of the martial art by “raking” the shin bone, essentially running a hard object down the bone to kill the nerve cells at the surface.
Several others around the bar were watching the show with interest and a few tried it themselves with the blunt side of their table knives or whatever they had to hand – there were assorted screams and laughs from various groups as they all realized how something so simple could be so painful. The man looked at Lucy – they didn’t need to say anything.
Heidi couldn’t tell how long they’d been gone, the lack of natural light was really starting to mess with her head now. Her body was in agony, not just in one place, but every single muscle fibre hurt like she’d never experienced before. She was so uncomfortable stretched out on the hard wooden table, all she wanted was a hot bath, a soft bed and for this hell to be over.
They came back into the room, the man started rummaging through some pieces of what looked like spare wood. As Lucy approached Heidi, she could see the bruises where her massage had been strong enough to break the blood vessels under her skin, most noticeably on the insiders of her hip bones where she’d really been trying to hurt Heidi, and admired her handywork.
The man appeared with 2 short, square pieces of wood, about the length of a ruler, handed one to Lucy, and they moved so they were either side of the table, level with her shins. The nodded at each other, and placed one of the edges of their respective pieces of wood just below her knee on her shin bone. Together they placed their weight on the wooden rods and pushed them ever so slowly down Heidi’s shin bones.
The sudden pain was so intense Heidi at first couldn’t scream, her eyes wide as her brain tried to figure out what just happened, if she’d have been able to open her mouth she still wouldn’t have made a sound. The noise of the wood as it ran down her bones was a sound that should never be made with the human body, it made her blood run cold. They could tell she was finding this excruciatingly painful – she was trying wildy to escape from under them, but the tension in the wires held her in place, she was now screaming into her gag as they reached the bottom of her shins. They went back to the top of her shins and repeated, moving slightly round her shin bone to make sure that they could cover them all. Starting the second round they grinned as Heidi bucked under their joint attentions.
They did this 5 more times, each seemingly more painful than the last, and leaving her shin bones an angry red colour. Heidi again longed to curl into a ball and gently rub her blazing bones, but there was no sign of release.
After this unanticipated entertainment the pair got to work – they wanted to make sure that the chilli oil posed no danger to them for their upcoming activities and she was tied perfectly to get this done with no fuss. They brought some bottles of saline solution and towels from their supplies, they removed Heidi’s bikini bottoms and got to work cleaning and inspecting her crotch. The man let Lucy take the lead on this, it was less work for him and the site of the pretty girl working on the restrained athlete was very easy on the eye. She was currently inspecting Heidi’s vulva closely – most of the redness had subsided, although a few blisters still lingered. She parted her labia, and explored within with her fingers. It was still inflamed inside, but as far as she could tell no trace of the oil remained. She picked up a bottle of saline solution and squirted it inside her vagina, using her fingers to wash the insides. The water leaked out onto a white towel she had placed between the tops of Heidi’s long legs. Lucy tasted her fingers for any hint of chilli – nothing. She flushed her vagina twice more to be on the safe side, and re-tied the bikini in place. All done she placed the unused saline back in her bag, and moved to the man who was set at the laptop typing - she looked at the screen, reading the most recent exchange between the man and the rest of his group. “Hmm. I think our guest over there would disagree! Shall we give her the good news?”
They discussed between themselves for a couple more minutes before they walked back to Heidi who was quietly enduring the agony in her muscles and her still raw shins.
“Well Heidi, our associates who are watching your live feeds are enjoying your performance so far, but they feel we’re being a bit soft on you”. Heidi almost laughed at this, every part of her body hurt right now. “They want to see us physially hurt you. We’ve assured them we are hurting you plenty, but they’d like to see some more, in their words “Graphic” torture.
The physical effects of the torture we’ve given you so far have been temporary, and if we left you to recover you would be fine, but tomorrow that will start to change and your physical recovery will become increasingly unlikely” This sounded like the cold, clinical introduction she’d heard when she first awoke in this dreadful place. Everything he’d said to her then had since come true, so this sent a chill down her exposed body. She was still holding on to hope that she’d escape or be rescued and be able to somehow go back to her normal life – that hope was fading hour by hour, and what she’d just heard made her shudder at the thought of what “graphic torture” might mean..
The pair had discussed what to do next. Lucy released the tension on the winch, Heidi’s body was so stiff and sore her arms barely moved, and Lucy deftly jumped onto the table and hoisted Heidi into a sitting position, the gagged woman grunting as her muscles were forced into motion. The man picked up a stout 6’x6’ wooden post, which was varnished to match the table, and dropped it into the hole about ¾ of the way up the table. Lucy leaned Heidi back against the newly installed post, and the man flipped a leather belt over the top of the post, which was about level with the top of Heidi’s head, and dropped it down to just below Heidi’s ribs and tightened it firmly, securing her against the post., the belt cutting into her stomach. Her hands were still attached to the spreader bar in front of her, they quickly undid the cuffs and brought her hands behind the bar and re-locked them together. Heidi tried to lift herself, placing her hands on the table and raising her butt off the hard surface, but the man pulled them harshly backwards and she landed back down on her butt with a thud.
The man was annoyed that they felt he’d been too gentle with Heidi. In his mind he’d been very discerning in the tortures so far, carefully selecting them for maximum distress with minimal physical damage. Perhaps they couldn’t appreciate his subtlety, or maybe it just didn’t come across as well when you didn’t have the victim suffering in front of you. He put another strap over the top of the pole, this time around her chest, just below her now exposed breasts. Heidi’s hands had been creeping back towards the post and she was again trying to ease her discomfort by taking the weight off her tailbone. He stood on the table, roughly grabbed her cuffed wrists and yanked them upwards, causing Heidi to whince.
He folded her stiff arms up behind her back into an approximation of a reverse prayer, but with the wooden pole between her back and her hands. He secured this with 2 more straps, brutally tight. Heidi sensed a change in the man, he seemed harsher, less precise and considered in his actions..
The man jumped down, and grabbed a handful of leather straps, placing then above and below her knees, roughly tightening them and forcing her knees painfully together, he unclipped the spreader bar between her feet before placing another strap around her ankles. He reached down, and lifted some plastic blocks onto the table. Emma had noticed the change in the man too, she seemed to him somehow more driven and spontaneous, she picked up on his energy and moved over quickly and lifted Heidi’s bound ankles as they’d agreed, and he started stacking the plastic blocks under them. The blocks interlocked as he stacked them, and they were nestled against the wooden beam at the foot of the bed. He kept stacking the blocks, and once he was satisfied, he nodded to Lucy to release Heidi’s ankles. Heidi’s heels now rested on the concave top of the block, her toes level with her chest, and in her current position she couldn’t lift her feet off the blocks. Her knees were now locked in place, the force upwards from the blocks under her heels jamming her knees the wrong way, causing her to rock on her butt to try and seek a way out of the instant discomfort. He man ran threw a webbing strap over her thighs, it swung back under the table and grabbed and tightened it, pulling her thighs downward, compounding the mounting pain in her knees. Her thigh muscles were beautify defined along the sides of the legs now that they were fully contracted. He tightened the strap between her thighs and the bench even further – she was whimpering and tears started flowing out of her beautiful eyes and dripping down her gag, she was more afraid of the man now than she had ever been, her knees joints burning with pain.
He stepped up onto the table holding a thin cord and the wooden block he had used on her shins earlier. He stood in front of her, his legs either side of hers, looking down at her crying face now level with his waist, her pretty eyes looking up, pleading for release.. He slapped her hard across the face. She hadn’t been expecting that, and her body being strapped to the sturdy pole meant she couldn’t roll with the blow other than by bending her neck, and her face absorbed its full force. He stepped behind her, dropped the cord around Heidi’s neck, and brought it behind the pole. He put the wooden rod inside the loop of cord and slowly started to twist the wooden rod, quickly at first taking in the slack in the cord, then slowing once it was snug around Heidi’s throat. He gave it a couple of twists, and the cord began to bite into her skin. Another 2 turns turn and she becan to cough as her trachea started to be deformed, and her face was turning red as her veins were constricted.
He paused to allow Heidi to fully appreciated her predicament.
Heidi was in hell – she felt like her knees were going to snap, she had visions of them splintering and bending upwards, the sensation of this and the mental image of her legs folding so unnaturally made her feel sick in addition to the horrible pain in her joints. Her head felt like it was going to explode as the cord around her neck restricted her blood supply – she could feel her windpipe start to be crushed as well – her incredibly strong natural instinct to protect her breathing not possible because of her bondage.
Lucy wanted to be a part of this, and she joined them on the table as well. She stepped one leg over Heidi’s raised knees, and straddling her legs she knelt before the bound athlete. She leant back on Heidi’s raised legs putting even more stress on her knees, hearing Heidi shriek in protest as her joints creaked.
She felt she’d been thoroughly professional in her torture of Heidi this morning, and now she felt she’d earned herself a little fun as a reward. She gently caressed Heidi’s face, and kissed her on her duct-taped lips, licking the tears rolling down her face and savoring the saltiness, a physical embodiment of her suffering. She took both of Heidi’s nipples and rolled them tenderly between her thumb and first finger causing them to stand erect.
All this time the man was continuing to slowly tighten the cord around Heidi’s neck, she was making croaking noises as she was slowly garroted, her face now a deep red.
Lowering her head she bit down hard on each of Heidi’s nipples in turn, savoring the feel of the sensitive nubs between her teeth and how easily her jaw crushed them – she pulled away without releasing her bite, pulling on her breasts and stretching her nipples painfully as her teeth scraped excruciatingly along the nerve endings.
This new pain cut through everything else as one at a time her nipples exploded in pain , although gagged and a strangled as she was, a weak rasp was all the noise that Heidi could make. She looked through her tears at the woman kneeling above her in another one of her cute gym outfits, still unable to believe she could inflict such pain on another woman.
The cord was deeply embedded in Heidi’s neck now, Lucy looked down looked into Heidi’s bulging, watering eyes, and pinched her nose shut, cutting of what little air was making it past the constriction on her airway. Heidi frantically shook her head trying to dislodge this, but she never stood a chance – her world began to swim, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she collapsed against the straps holding her up, releasing her bladder in the process.
Warm piss flowed out from her crotch, spreading over the table, the water Heidi had drunk earlier trying to avoid drowning had kept her well hydrated at least, Lucy’s lycra-clad knees slipping in the puddle as she climbed off the polished table.
They realized they’d taken this further than they intended - they quickly unstrapped Heidi, lifted her ankles off the blocks and laid her on the table. They removed her gag, being sure to seal the shorts in their bag, grabbed the oxygen cylinder again and placed it over her mouth and nose – Lucy gave a couple of chest compressions to kick start her lungs, her heart was still beating so the compressions would work fine - after a 4 or 5 compressions that drew the oxygen into her lungs and flushed out some of the carbon dioxide from her blood she started breathing by herself again, although she remained unconscious. Once they were satisfied she wasn’t going to die on them just yet, they re-tied her face down on the table, stretching her body out using the winch, but this time leaving her ungagged – the man knew there was no way anyone would her any noise from inside the room. They wiped away Heidi’s piss from the table and where it had dribbled on the floor and retrieved the bulb and tube they had used to hydrate her the other day and pushed it back up her rectum. This time the attached the tube to a bag of liquid food that they had hung from a stand - they wanted to give her some nutrition to help her recover before tomorrow. They both wanted Heidi to keep her strength as long as possible - they had plenty planned to showcase her athletic body during the next phase, the breaking of Heidi would begin in earnest tomorrow. To be continued..
Another bonus video, skip to 4:20 if you don’t want to watch the whole thing.
Again I like to imagine this happening to a tied down girl, unable to escape..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3kcdVukE4k
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