Yes, that will do nicely.. Many thanks for the share and ID!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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Some Friday fun:
The almost impossibly hot Canadian pole vaulter Robin Bone And this contraption, it’s called a Supastretch – if you don’t look at it and see some serious GIMP potential then I’m sorry but I don’t think we can be friends. It seems like it never really took off, not many photos other than these marketing ones, perhaps it was targeted to the wrong crowd.
Brief video of it in action here: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/58BAyi8HSzM
The almost impossibly hot Canadian pole vaulter Robin Bone And this contraption, it’s called a Supastretch – if you don’t look at it and see some serious GIMP potential then I’m sorry but I don’t think we can be friends. It seems like it never really took off, not many photos other than these marketing ones, perhaps it was targeted to the wrong crowd.
Brief video of it in action here: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/58BAyi8HSzM
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Fuck I’d slowly pop every one of her joints on the rack.Ganemede wrote: ↑Fri Jun 03, 2022 2:55 am Some Friday fun:
The almost impossibly hot Canadian pole vaulter Robin Bone
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And this contraption, it’s called a Supastretch – if you don’t look at it and see some serious GIMP potential then I’m sorry but I don’t think we can be friends.
SupaStretch.jpg
It seems like it never really took off, not many photos other than these marketing ones, perhaps it was targeted to the wrong crowd.
Brief video of it in action here: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/58BAyi8HSzM
I’d extract howls that you wouldn’t even think possible to come from a human.
She’d be reduced to an absolute physical wreak slowly over the space of at least 18 hours and she’d have fluid coming from every orifice by the time I’d finished with her.
Or hoisting her 15ft high to the ceiling on a strappado and repeatedly dropping her and breaking her fall violently with a strong and sadistic jerk of the rope. I can just hear the squeak of the rusty pulley joined by her incoherent begging, sobbing and spluttering as she’s raised to the ceiling again and again. Hoisting her to the ceiling one last time, leaving her dangling and admiring her feigning the pain, bright red face, veins bulging through her temples, struggling to draw a breath through tightly gritted teeth and snot bubbles coming out of her mouth and nose. Then calming asking her ‘ready for another drop?’ and taking a short moment to listen to her wailing and pleading before she’s dropped and jerked violently to a holt, extracting an almighty and sickening roar. Keeping hold of the rope waiting for her inhuman howl to cease then taking the opportunity to increase her suffering by violently jolting her up and down like a puppet until she passes out. Then once revived, again hoisting her high above your head, grabbing hold of an ankle with each hand and swinging your full body weight until she loses her voice from howling and wailing so much.
I’m not talking padded BDSM gear here, I’m talking pure, prolonged and immensely sadistic medieval cruelty. Fuck she would suffer!
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I used to have a thing for Olympian Softball pitcher Jennie Finch. Six-foot tall, blond-haired blue-eyed beauty with a gorgeous face to compliment that stunning body - a body just begging for awful things to be done to.
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Oh sweet mercy! O, Canada!Ganemede wrote: ↑Fri Jun 03, 2022 2:55 am Some Friday fun:
The almost impossibly hot Canadian pole vaulter Robin Bone
Robin.jpg
robin 2.jpg
And this contraption, it’s called a Supastretch – if you don’t look at it and see some serious GIMP potential then I’m sorry but I don’t think we can be friends.
SupaStretch.jpg
It seems like it never really took off, not many photos other than these marketing ones, perhaps it was targeted to the wrong crowd.
Brief video of it in action here: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/58BAyi8HSzM
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Breaking Heidi
Part XI: Discussion Point
They were back in their corner booth at the bar, having barely spoken a word since resuscitating Heidi. They ordered a round of drinks from their pretty redhead server called Erin, Lucy eventually breaking the silence - “You OK?” she ventured? “Yeah, all good, that message just got under my skin a little.. You?”
“I’m good… And, if I’m honest, I really enjoyed seeing her suffer like that just now..” she admitted. “What did you have in mind for her next”?
Erin returned with their drinks, they ordered some food and once she’d gone, they pulled out his laptop again.
“This”, he said, showing a picture of his newest creation – he’d only just finished it this morning. Made from heavy plywood, it was a triangular prism 4 feet wide at it’s base, tapering to a point about 5 feet above and about 5 feet in length. He’d applied several coats of varnish all over, and the surface looked smooth and shiny, He’d seen similar devices in many bondage movies, and had enjoyed the simple fabrication, all the time imagining the pain it would bring to their beautiful captive once she was astride it.
Lucy admired it, likewise visualizing Heidi riding the device, her strong muscles straining to keep her weight off her most intimate areas, her muscular butt cheeks split either side of the sharp ridge. “Mmm, nice” she said appreciatively. “I’m assuming you lift her on with the winch?
“Yes to start with, I’ve got a bunch of other stuff planned too, to make her really suffer while she’s up there. I’ve also been working on this. Since we’ll be dislocating all her major joints I thought it might help us get those hips loosened up - dislocations are so painful, but they’re much easier to work with than broken bones”. Lucy nodded, she knew dislocations were agonizing, the nerve and tissue damage caused was usually extreme, but broken bones could get infected, they could cut arteries and generally be a nuisance when proper medical treatment wasn’t available in an emergency.
He pulled up another photo of a project he’d been working on. He generally didn’t like buying things off the shelf, but when he saw this online it looked like it had been designed with him in mind. He’d modified it slightly – when he first assembled it he found that the pads only opened to around 180 which wouldn’t do at all – he’d adjusted the mechanism so it now would now open to almost 300, which was more like it, he doubted Heidi would be smiling like the models on the website. It was over-engineered for what it was - far more robust than what was needed for the marketed purpose, but for what he had in mind it was just right. He’d also added some castors to the bottom to allow it to be wheeled easily around like all the other furniture and he’d removed the upper part of the back support, so it would only extend up to around the small of the back for Heidi. Lucy studied the contraption, again mentally strapping Heidi’s long limbs into it and imagining the increasing tension in her muscles and joints as her legs were relentlessly spread.. “Yes, very nice.. Although… I’m not sure if this will actually dislocate the joints.. The hip joint is one of the strongest and most stable in the human body, it has to take so much load and motion it’s actually very hard to do, most hip dislocations are the results of a car accident or high energy impact..” She was studying the image intently, “But….. if we can use your winch to pull on her ankles if we need a bit of extra force, it should get the job done, and her legs will look amazing stretched like that!” Erin returned with their food order, they closed the laptop and focused on their meal, making more conventional small talk about the state of the world and the pandemic, the weather, sports..
Once they had finished and their table had been cleared, they pulled out his laptop again, browsing Heidi’s social media as they had done before. Lucy was looking pensive.
“So I was thinking.. She’ll be hanging by her wrists over the wedge right? How about before we put her up on the wedge, we put her on the rack and pop her shoulders first, that way the whole time she’s suspended, she’d be hanging off her dislocated joints.. We could even do the same with her hips, she’d be in so much pain.. “
The man considered this. In his mind he’d only envisaged her riding the wedge in full strength, her athletic body writhing as she lost the battle against gravity and she began to torture herself, her own weight crushing her genitals against the hard wood.
But.., the thought of her being in agony even before this process began was not without appeal.
It would also mean that when they were stretching her on the rack, they would get a true measure of how much strain her shoulder joints could take, without the joints having been weakened by a suspension and strappado beforehand - he expressed all this to Lucy.
Both options had their benefits, and they didn’t have to decide right now. They both had in mind some extra activities for Heidi as distractions from her main tortures, but they could be done in either scenario. They opened the live feed of Heidi tied to the bench, this time they’d left the lights in the room off, she’d regained consciousness and they were watching her struggle via an infrared camera. They’d also left her ungagged, knowing no one would ever hear her, and they could see her shouting for help.
In another window on the screen, they were looking at an image of her strong shoulders, imagining the pain and damage they would be wreaking on her body in the morning, regardless of the order it was inflicted. There was also the matter of her knees and elbows, but they could be done with relatively little fuss using brute force when the time was right.
Erin came back to see if they needed anything, the bar was beginning to empty.
“Actually Erin” said Lucy, you can get us one last round, and you can help settle a little debate my friend and I are having.. We need someone impartial to toss a coin for us - heads we do it my way, tails we do it his..
“Aw, y’all are too cute” she laughed, flashing a smile at the pair. “
She pulled a quarter from her pocket, and flipped it – she laid it on the table, covered with her palm. She unveiled it slowly, blissfully unaware of the horrible consequences of what she was making a decision on..
Part XI: Discussion Point
They were back in their corner booth at the bar, having barely spoken a word since resuscitating Heidi. They ordered a round of drinks from their pretty redhead server called Erin, Lucy eventually breaking the silence - “You OK?” she ventured? “Yeah, all good, that message just got under my skin a little.. You?”
“I’m good… And, if I’m honest, I really enjoyed seeing her suffer like that just now..” she admitted. “What did you have in mind for her next”?
Erin returned with their drinks, they ordered some food and once she’d gone, they pulled out his laptop again.
“This”, he said, showing a picture of his newest creation – he’d only just finished it this morning. Made from heavy plywood, it was a triangular prism 4 feet wide at it’s base, tapering to a point about 5 feet above and about 5 feet in length. He’d applied several coats of varnish all over, and the surface looked smooth and shiny, He’d seen similar devices in many bondage movies, and had enjoyed the simple fabrication, all the time imagining the pain it would bring to their beautiful captive once she was astride it.
Lucy admired it, likewise visualizing Heidi riding the device, her strong muscles straining to keep her weight off her most intimate areas, her muscular butt cheeks split either side of the sharp ridge. “Mmm, nice” she said appreciatively. “I’m assuming you lift her on with the winch?
“Yes to start with, I’ve got a bunch of other stuff planned too, to make her really suffer while she’s up there. I’ve also been working on this. Since we’ll be dislocating all her major joints I thought it might help us get those hips loosened up - dislocations are so painful, but they’re much easier to work with than broken bones”. Lucy nodded, she knew dislocations were agonizing, the nerve and tissue damage caused was usually extreme, but broken bones could get infected, they could cut arteries and generally be a nuisance when proper medical treatment wasn’t available in an emergency.
He pulled up another photo of a project he’d been working on. He generally didn’t like buying things off the shelf, but when he saw this online it looked like it had been designed with him in mind. He’d modified it slightly – when he first assembled it he found that the pads only opened to around 180 which wouldn’t do at all – he’d adjusted the mechanism so it now would now open to almost 300, which was more like it, he doubted Heidi would be smiling like the models on the website. It was over-engineered for what it was - far more robust than what was needed for the marketed purpose, but for what he had in mind it was just right. He’d also added some castors to the bottom to allow it to be wheeled easily around like all the other furniture and he’d removed the upper part of the back support, so it would only extend up to around the small of the back for Heidi. Lucy studied the contraption, again mentally strapping Heidi’s long limbs into it and imagining the increasing tension in her muscles and joints as her legs were relentlessly spread.. “Yes, very nice.. Although… I’m not sure if this will actually dislocate the joints.. The hip joint is one of the strongest and most stable in the human body, it has to take so much load and motion it’s actually very hard to do, most hip dislocations are the results of a car accident or high energy impact..” She was studying the image intently, “But….. if we can use your winch to pull on her ankles if we need a bit of extra force, it should get the job done, and her legs will look amazing stretched like that!” Erin returned with their food order, they closed the laptop and focused on their meal, making more conventional small talk about the state of the world and the pandemic, the weather, sports..
Once they had finished and their table had been cleared, they pulled out his laptop again, browsing Heidi’s social media as they had done before. Lucy was looking pensive.
“So I was thinking.. She’ll be hanging by her wrists over the wedge right? How about before we put her up on the wedge, we put her on the rack and pop her shoulders first, that way the whole time she’s suspended, she’d be hanging off her dislocated joints.. We could even do the same with her hips, she’d be in so much pain.. “
The man considered this. In his mind he’d only envisaged her riding the wedge in full strength, her athletic body writhing as she lost the battle against gravity and she began to torture herself, her own weight crushing her genitals against the hard wood.
But.., the thought of her being in agony even before this process began was not without appeal.
It would also mean that when they were stretching her on the rack, they would get a true measure of how much strain her shoulder joints could take, without the joints having been weakened by a suspension and strappado beforehand - he expressed all this to Lucy.
Both options had their benefits, and they didn’t have to decide right now. They both had in mind some extra activities for Heidi as distractions from her main tortures, but they could be done in either scenario. They opened the live feed of Heidi tied to the bench, this time they’d left the lights in the room off, she’d regained consciousness and they were watching her struggle via an infrared camera. They’d also left her ungagged, knowing no one would ever hear her, and they could see her shouting for help.
In another window on the screen, they were looking at an image of her strong shoulders, imagining the pain and damage they would be wreaking on her body in the morning, regardless of the order it was inflicted. There was also the matter of her knees and elbows, but they could be done with relatively little fuss using brute force when the time was right.
Erin came back to see if they needed anything, the bar was beginning to empty.
“Actually Erin” said Lucy, you can get us one last round, and you can help settle a little debate my friend and I are having.. We need someone impartial to toss a coin for us - heads we do it my way, tails we do it his..
“Aw, y’all are too cute” she laughed, flashing a smile at the pair. “
She pulled a quarter from her pocket, and flipped it – she laid it on the table, covered with her palm. She unveiled it slowly, blissfully unaware of the horrible consequences of what she was making a decision on..
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This may be controversial (even for this forum), but I give you some very attractive athletes who I feel deserve some attention. Yes they are Paralympians, but these are strong women – they have all had some traumatic accident or (in these cases) medical event in their life, survived it and gone on to reach the highest levels in their chosen sport. They deserve our respect not out pity. Yes there are plenty of “able bodied” athletes out there, but why should they get all the fun..
With that in mind I give you:
Amy Purdee: US snowboarder Brenna Huckaby: US Snowboarder
With that in mind I give you:
Amy Purdee: US snowboarder Brenna Huckaby: US Snowboarder
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Breaking Heidi
Part XII: Disjointed
Heidi came round in the dark - this time they had turned the lights out when they left her, still unconscious and tied to the table.
Everything hurt – her muscles were still incredibly sore from the needling, her shins were on fire, her knees joints ached in a strange and painful way and her nipples were raw, pressed against the table. She could also feel the bruising around her neck, her last memory before the darkness was of being strangled and smothered in a nightmare.
Some LED’s on the computer and cameras provided some pinpoints of light, but other than that it was pitch black. She lay they hurting, praying to for her ordeal to end. She missed her bed, her friends, daylight, freedom….
She heard the door open, and the lights in the room burst into life causing her to squint against the sudden brightness. As soon as she heard the door open she started screaming for help, hoping the sound might travel further and someone may find her, but they had of course been expecting this, and calmly walked in, closing the door behind them.They were both carrying large coffees and what might well be muffins in paper bags..
“Good Morning Heidi, save your breath, no one can hear you… “ She fearfully stopped her screaming, turning to her head as best she could to look at them.
“Look, you can still let me go, everything you’ve done to me, I don’t care, just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, please, I just want to go home..”
They ignored her pleas, eventually all they heard was her repeating “I just want to go home, I just want to go home” over and over under her breath.
They quickly removed the bulb from Heidi’s ass – the liquid food seem to have been absorbed overnight and together they rolled her onto her back.
The man went over to one of his bags and took out a rugged looking plastic box containing a device which he examined carefully. It looked like two shackles connected by a box with some buttons and a digital display, he started a program on his laptop and connected the device wirelessly to it. A screen appeared showing a scale and a graph – he tugged to try to pull the 2 shackles apart and was pleased to see a reading appear on the screen, as well as a spike on the graph – it was all working. This was a strain gauge, they would use it to measure the force they were using to pull on Heidi’s body, it could also be added to the live feed so anyone watching could see the strain she was under in real time, he connected the device between the winch cable and her cuffs, and wheeled over the laptop trolley so he could easily see the screen from where he would be turning the winch handle - he tightened the winch to account for the extra 6 inches or so that the gauge added, and saw the gauge register a strain of around 100N, not much at all but enough to keep her in place for now. As she tugged against the winch, the reading also increased as her muscles contracted and tried to pull her hands down.
Her magnificent body was laid out in front of them. They both took a moment to appreciate her in all her glory, muscles shining under the bright lights, she would never be the same after today. With some difficulty they positioned a camera above Heidi to look down on her face – her head was trapped between her outstretched arms and she was forced to stare upwards, they wanted to capture her expressions as the day wore on. Lucy went and stood on the opposite side of the bench to the man, she could also see the screen. She ran her hands over the restrained athlete’s abs and upwards to her shoulders in anticipation, Heidi had remained silent through all this, she knew from all the activity that something dreadful was probably going to happen to her, she didn’t want to know what.
The man began to turn the winch handle, and she felt the pressure on her wrists and ankles increase steadily, she figured she was going to be stretched – she vaguely remembered from school history that the torture rack was the most painful of all the medieval tortures, it didn’t seem fair that it was going to be used on her right now, but the steady clink of the ratchet continued.
The man turned the winch slowly, watching the numbers on the screen rise. He stopped when the gauge read 750N of force - this was equivalent to the force on her body from her hanging vertically by her wrists, and indeed her body had a similar appearance, lengthened nicely with her stomach hollowed. Her joints had popped a few times as the tension increased, nothing painful yet, just what would happen from a good stretch.
He’d tried doing some research on what forces would be needed, but unsurprisingly there was not much information to be found. He knew from all the historical accounts that if she was stretched long enough and hard enough that all her joints could be separated, she would also have immense difficulty breathing as her diaphragm would be under strain as her chest cavity got distended. They could stretch her to death right here, but that wasn’t what they had in mind for the unwilling athlete currently at their mercy.
He knew Heidi had had some shoulder injuries over her sporting career, and despite making a full recovery, he was still picking that her shoulders would give way before any other joints.
Lucy was running her hands all over Heidi’s body feeling the tension as she was stretched further, as her hands roamed over her tanned skin she also stuck her index finger deep into Heidi’s belly button causing her to squirm at the unpleasant sensation in her unprotected navel. Her breasts were exposed, laying flat as her chest was stretched upwards, rising and falling with each strained breath.
She cupped the firm mounds, one in each hand, “Would you mind if I gave these some attention?” she asked the man who looked up at her and shook his head.
She went over to her bag and came back with a metal bowl full of needles - not the fine filaments she’d used to torture the very fibres of her muscles the other day, but thicker gauge medical ones, still in their sterile wrappers. The placed the cold metal bowl on Heidi’s flattened stomach. She took out one of the needles and unwrapped it and held it above Heidi’s face. She prodded the muscle of her bicep right in front of her eyes, drawing a drop of blood and a gasp of shock as much as pain from the frightened woman.
Heidi had her ears pierced but that was it – she gave blood because she felt it was a good thing to do and didn’t baulk at injections, but the thought of needles near other parts of her body made her shudder. Lucy moved the needle to Heidi’s right breast, and dragged the tip of it around the dark areole surrounding her erect nipple. Heidi was trying to raise her head to see what Lucy was doing. “No please, not there…not there,,.. “
She lay the needle flat on her breast and pressed the point into the flesh at around the 10 o’clock mark just outside the base of her nipple and applied a constant pressure until the needle re-appeared at around the 2 o’clock mark, the line of the needle clearly visible for an inch beneath the trembling skin. She followed up with 3 more needles to surround the nipple, each at right angles to each other. She repeated the process on the other side.
Heidi gritted her teeth hard through this hating the feeling of the needles passing beneath her skin and the sensation of their movement as her chest rose and fell with the shallow breaths she was forced to take.
All this time the tension on the rack had been steadily increasing. It now registered 1500N, equivalent to twice Heidi’s bodyweight dangling from her wrists. Her breathing was becoming more laboured and her joints were beginning to hurt from the constant pull of the winch. Lucy unwrapped 10 more needles, these were thicker, and she pointedly showed Heidi each one before laying them out in a row across the top of her chest so she could see them. She sucked on the nipple of Heidi’s right breast – it was still sore from where she had bitten cruelly down on it yesterday and Heidi whimpered at the prospect of what was next. Lucy bit down even harder this time, moving her jaw side to side to roll the crushed teat between her teeth, Heidi wailed until she relaxed her bite, tears bursting from her pretty eyes. Lucy grabbed the first of the needles and thrust it horizontally through the base of the throbbing nipple, and followed up with one vertically down at the same level forming a cross. Heidi was sobbing, each new needle stab a punctuation in her misery.
She repeated this on Heidi’s left breast, and then added another set of 2 needles just below the tips of both nipples, eliciting more cries of pain.
The two remaining needles were the thickest of all, and these were destined to run down the center of the nipples, right along their length. Lucy took delight in holding the breasts firmly, taking care not to prick herself on the needles already in place and pushing the large needles vertically down through the small nipples, she felt them scrape past the 2 sets of crossed needles already in each nub before they passed into the flesh of her breast beneath. Heidi’s face was screwed up at the pain, and the horrible sensation of the needles skewering her flesh. She longed to crawl into a ball and nurse her aching breasts, but the click of the winch continued, although it’s pace had now slowed.
The man had been admiring Lucy’s delicate work on Heidi’s flattened breasts as he continued to stretch her toned frame. The force on her body was increasing, and each click of the ratchet was taking more of his effort to earn.
Heidi’s joints were ablaze as they tried to resist the inexorable pull of the cable - She was struggling to breathe, and there were popping sounds starting to emanate from her joints as the tendons started to lose their grip on the bones, each pop feeling like knives stabbing into her joints. Through the excruciating pain Heidi knew this was bad, she’d probably never regain full use of her body once they were done with her, the glimmer of hope of returning to a normal life getting dimmer with each click of the winch. She screwed her eyes shut again praying for release.
The tension was now equivalent to 3 times her bodyweight, and Heidi’s hands and feet were a dark purple, her body had lengthened by several inches as he had stretched her out – her stomach was now a deep hollow, her ribs clearly defined. Her breathing was shallow as her diaphragm struggled against the tension in her abdomen, the needles adorning her breasts catching the lights in the chamber. With some effort he added another click on the ratchet and stood back to admire the scene while Heidi groaned in her restraints.
He and Lucy sat down on the stools and sipped their coffees. “How much more can she take?” Lucy wondered aloud. “Honestly I’m not too sure. If we leave her a bit her body will relax and we should be able to go a bit further, but those noises from her joints can’t be good. I guess we’ll just have to see, she’s already got the equivalent of 2 lots of me hanging from her ankles”
After a few more sips of coffee they got back to work, Lucy asking for a turn on the winch. It took a lot of effort on her part, but she look of despair in Heidi’s eyes and the cry of pain from Heidi’s lips when the winch clicked was more than worth it. Heidi had been trying to bear this horrifying torture bravely, but after another click on the winch created another round of loud pops and searing pain from within her shoulders, her stoicism melted away. She was panting – her chest struggling to expand and draw in air, she began mindlessly pleading for it all to stop between her labored breaths… “Just… let….me….go….please….please…...my……arms……I……..can’t….my………chest…..I….can’t….. breathe…...”
They made sure that the cameras were recording her exquisite pleading – tears were streaming down her face..
The man returned to the winch, and gave it all his strength. The popping noises around her shoulder got louder, the force from the winch was split evenly between her shoulders, and they both gave way at the same time - the wet “schhhluuck” of the ball being pulled from the socket sounded like the noise of chicken legs being pulled from a roasted chicken, but 10 times louder, almost drowned by Heidi’s guttural wail as her joints were destroyed. She could feel her shoulders moving unnaturally by her ears - they hadn’t given her any painkillers or stimulants and it was all too much for her mind to take – she lolled her head and she mercifully passed out - the gauge showed her shoulders had taken just over 4 times her bodyweight before they were ripped apart.
The world swam back into view, the tension on her body seemed to have eased, but her destroyed shoulders were white hot balls of agony.
She tried to lower her hands, but the ruptured tendons didn’t want to respond, and the sensation of her dislocated bones moving against each other made her so nauseous she almost threw up.
The man had briefly stepped out of the room while she was unconscious, and returned moments later in pushing something on castors that sounded heavy – it was the wedge he’d shown Lucy the photos of last night. The varnish was now dry, and it brought the smell of sawdust and fresh paint into the room, he’d sized it carefully so it would fit through the door without issue. Heidi tried to crane her neck to see what it was, and tried to make sense of it; to her eyes it looked like a large doorstop that had been stood on its end, her naive mind again not making the connection as to how it could be used to torture her, although she was looking uneasily up at it’s pointy top. The device was wheeled to the center of the room next to the bench, directly below the winch.
They attached the winch cable to Heidi’s wrist cuffs as she lay stretched on the bench. They kept her bikini bottoms on again for now, they knew the flimsy garment would provide no measure of comfort against what was to come, they also left her ungagged so they could appreciate the sounds she would be making during her upcoming torture. The man asked to borrow some of Lucy’s massage oil, which he rubbed generously all over her toned legs. They tied a separate rope to each of Heidi’s ankles leaving one end of each rope dangling free, and then and to Heidi’s great surprise, they undid the cuffs on her ankles, leaving her legs unrestrained for the first time since her capture. She didn’t have time to enjoy her unexpected liberty – the man pressed a button on the remote, and Heidi’s wrists begin to raise quickly from the bench, pulling her upwards. She let out a blood-curdlng scream as her weight caused her destroyed joints to be distended, her arms stretching far beyond what looked natural – he kept going until she was around 6 feet above the ground, her hands almost up to the winch pulley on the roof.
They let her hang there by her wrists, spinning gently, the loose ropes from her ankles waving beneath her.
They rolled the bench out of the way, and maneuvered the wedge directly below Heidi, and adjusted the cameras to catch every angle of her imminent discomfort.
Her magnificent legs began to kicking frantically at the air, now realizing what the purpose of the sinister wedge was. With some difficulty they each caught one of the flailing ropes attached to her ankles, and pulled in opposite directions, perpendicular to the length of the wedge, pulling her struggling legs apart.
The winch began to lower her down, she fought to pull her legs together, but the ropes were firmly held, and any struggling was putting additional strength on her shoulders.
The lowering continued, her legs were now either side of the wedge, they kept them spread wide as her perineum approached the point of the wedge, she tried to hold herself up using her arms, but eventually her weight was resting on her most sensitive flesh on the point of the wedge. They let go of the ropes, and tied them loosely to eyebolts positioned in the floor either side of the wedge. The pain was instant – the weight of her body acting on such a small area created an enormous pressure on her most intimate region - ungagged she was able to express her pain with more than just screams and grunts.
“Fuuuuuuuuck!! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..”
He adjusted the winch so her hands were held just above her head, and then stepped back to enjoy the show.
She instinctively tried to lift herself as she normally she would have done, but her mangled shoulders prevented her from putting any stress on the joints. She screamed in frustration at her predicament as she tried to find a different position to place her weight, not wanting to sit on the crushed flesh from the last time.
She also tried to use her strong leg muscles to grip the surface of the wedge to take the weight off her crotch, but the smooth surface and massage oil conspired against her, her skin sliding helplessly across it. She tried to lift her leg over to escape, but the rope around her ankles yanked taut to prevented that easy release.
She tried a combination of gently lifting herself with her crippled arms and squeezing her legs together, and found if she really focused and squeezed hard, she could support her weight and gain a few seconds respite on her arms before her inner thigh muscles tired. She then had to lower herself back onto her increasingly tender flesh.
Heidi was breathing rapidly as if she was trying to get into an overly hot bath as she focused on finding the least painful spot to rest her weight on “OwOwOwOwOwOwOwOwOwOwOwwwwww”.
She was so focused on her own plight she hadn’t noticed that the pair were watching her intently, relishing in her predicament.
“Fuck you both, you sick fucks, let me down!!” They had no intention of ending this delightful torture any time soon, but the man did acquiesce to her request, lowering her hands to almost the level of her chest.. Heidi seemed surprised, but soon realized this made things worse as she couldn’t get any leverage at all to take the weight off her sensitive nether regions. Her labia were already bruised and puffy and it had only been a few minutes, she was also breaking to a sweat with her exertions.
Heidi had spent many years training her body to be in peak physical condition, and both Lucy and the man were immensely enjoying the opportunity to both appreciate her appearance and to hurt her intensely. The wedge was hollow inside, and as Heidi’s ankle and knee bones thumped on the wooden surface it resonated around the room. That sound, mixed with the sounds of her oiled skin skittering down over its surface whenever her legs gave way, and her moans of pain to give a lovely cacophony of suffering to their ears.
“OK Heidi, he’s the deal – we’re going to leave you like this for an hour while we finish our coffees”. He pulled over the laptop and started a large timer on the screen, counting down from 60 minutes, he turned it so Heidi could see and then raised her arms back up to allow her wonderful dance to begin again.
They sat down on the stools again, opening and buttering muffins and sipping coffees whilst watching the helpless woman torture herself. Heidi was hurting badly, her tender pussy lips and the soft skin between her legs crushed and bruised. Her shoulders were on fire, but putting a little weight on them was the only way she could gain any respite for her crotch. She again focused on getting herself into a rhythm, alternating where her weight was distributed: arms, legs, arms, legs, arms, legs, arms, pussy, repeat. She tried to raise and lower and herself using her arms only as she couldn’t control her legs well enough – the first time she tried she’d slipped, as she fell the point of the wedge found its way between her labia and she landed heavily on the delicate flesh in between with a pitiful wail, she felt sure she must have cut herself open. Between the pain and the exertion she was breathing hard, but eventually she found a pattern and ventured a look at the stopclock, barely 5 minutes had passed. She steeled herself, this was going to be a long, painful hour. Her body had been in prime condition, but the damage wrought to her shoulders, and the fact the leg muscles she was working were not the ones she regularly used to support her whole bodyweight meant she began to fatigue quickly. By 15 minutes her inner thighs were trembling when she tried to squeeze them together, by 30 minutes her muscles were fully cramping and mostly useless, and by 45 minutes she was exhausted, resigned to her weight resting on her crushed flesh, weakly sobbing with the pain, watching the interminable seconds tick by.
As the countdown entered it’s final minutes, the man came and stood by her side, looking at the clock with her. She was crying softly into her arm at the pain and her inability to help herself. When the clock reached the last 60 seconds, he placed his hands firmly on her hips and rocked her from side to side, grinding her already tortured flesh sideways over the hard wooden surface. She screamed at this unnecessary escalation of her pain – although the crushing pain was agonizing it had become constant, this forced motion raked her inflamed skin in a different direction and sent new lighting bolts of pain through her already tortured crotch.
When the timer hit 00:00:00 he stopped, and she sagged against her arms weeping. He hit the remote and lowered her hands until they could reach the top of the wedge, she placed the palms of her hands gently on its tip and tried to raise herself up as much as her shoulders would allow, short rapid breaths to help with the pain of the blood flow returning to the damaged area , her defined triceps standing out.
“OK, I’m a man of my word, let’s get you off this thing..” He unclipped the lock holding Heidi’s wrists together, the winch cable still connected. “Give me your hands”, she didn’t move, but made no effort to resist as he grabbed her wrists. He pulled them quickly behind her back and locked them, she tried to raise herself again, but struggled to balance with her hands both behind her, she just wanted to be of this awful device.
The man took out the remote to the winch and began to take in the cable - Heidi’s arms were pulled upwards behind her, taking her by surprise and forcing her to lean forwards, pushing her weight onto the front part of her perenium as her arms continued to raise. She shrieked at this new torment, her arms wrenched unnaturally up behind her back, shoulders forced the wrong way – it would have been agony if they weren’t already destroyed, the bones grating horribly against each other as they re-arranged themselves, and new parts of her anatomy feeling the pain of being ground between her pelvic bones and the hard wooden surface.
The man let her writhe there for a couple of minutes before again grabbing her hips and rocking her from side to side. By the change in pitch of her shrieks he was sure he had managed to crush her clitoris this time, so he kept the rocking going for an extra couple of seconds to ensure that this most sensitive part of her body received it’s fair share of attention, Heidi gritting her teeth at the pain of her most sensitive area being assaulted like this.
Eventually he released her hips, retrieved the remote, and continued raising her arms until she was lifted completely off the wedge, not stopping until her toes were level with the top of the wedge.
Heidi had phenomenal shoulder muscles from her swimming, they were displayed spectacularly now, stretched in all the wrong directions, horribly distended. Heidi felt like her arms would be completely ripped off, her muscles and tendons screaming as they took the full weight of her frame – she tried to hang as still as possible to avoid adding any unnecessary force to the situation.
“Now Heidi, as promised I took you off the wedge, the question for you now is would you like to stay here, or would you like to go back down?” She didn’t have to think long, even though the pain of her crushed genitals was unbearable, at least she had some measure of control over it, however small – here she was utterly helpless.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease, downdowndowndowndowndown” came the instant response.
He obliged, and began lowering her back towards the wedge, but after a moment he abruptly stopped the winch, jerking her to a halt. Newton’s laws did the rest, her sudden deceleration causing the force on her shoulders to more than treble.
Heidi cried out in anguish – she could feel the damage being caused to her tendons and ligaments as her joints tried to rip themselves even further apart, exploding with pain. Again she hung there, trying not to move as she moaned in pain.
He did this another 4 times in the short distance remaining, each time she was sure she felt her shoulders coming apart even more, new tears in her tendons causing pain to flair at each jolt. She knew her joints were ruined, the knowledge that she may never physically recover from this deliberate damage there in the back of her mind as she dealt with the explosion of pain after each drop.
Finally he lowered her onto the wedge, the stress on her shoulders at last dropping as her crotch again took up her weight, she shifted trying in vain to find a position that wasn’t already sore and bruised. He lowered her wrists until her hands could rest on the top of the wedge behind her muscular butt, the wedge forcing the cheeks apart at the bottom. Heidi figured if she arched her back far enough, she could balance and lift herself up to gain a few seconds relief even with her hands still bound as they were.
While she was performing the delicate balancing act the man pulled out a loop of stiff rope and slipped it over her head, tightening it like a noose under her strong jaw, he unclipped the cable from her wrists and attached it to the rope, and took in the slack. If Heidi lost her balance, she could stabilize herself using her neck, but if she somehow slipped off the wedge she would strangle herself.
Taking advantage of her distraction, when she had lowered her weight for a moment the man deftly cuffed her elbows together behind her back, and pulled her wrists in front of her cuffing them together in front of her stomach. She squirmed painfully, no longer able to reach the wedge to support herself, or lift herself with her exhausted legs, she moaned, as much at the helplessness as at the returning pain between her legs.
“Heidi, you’re a strong woman, and I’m sure you like to have control over your own destiny”. He placed the remote for the winch in her right hand. “You can take the pressure off your pussy any time you want - I’d strongly suggest you don’t drop the remote”.
Heidi stared at him quizzically. “What the fuck is this, you expect me to hang myself? Fucking let me down!!”
Her slit was in serious pain from all her weight resting on it for so long, and knowing this, the man moved to the end of the wedge and began to shake the whole contraption violently from side to side , causing Heidi to rock defenselessly on her injured skin. Suitably incentivized, she investigated the winch remote in her hand, figured out which button was up and which was down. Very carefully, she tried using the winch to raise herself slightly on the rope to see if she could ease the pressure on the bruised flesh between her legs. She braced herself, tensing her neck muscles to try and stop the rope cutting in too deeply.
She pressed the button and felt the rope tighten as it dragged her upwards. She’d tried to mentally prepare for what this would feel like, but the pressure on her next was way more intense than she’d anticipated, it made her feel again like her head was exploding and about to be ripped from her shoulders. She let out a grunt as she struggled to maintain her composure, trying to keep her neck muscles tensed whilst coordinating her legs to grip the wedge all whilst not dropping the remote, but she quickly felt herself getting light-headed and lowered herself back down, knowing she couldn’t allow herself to black out.
As she dropped herself she squeezed her thighs together as best she could on the slippery surface to protect her crotch, and as soon as she felt her legs fatiguing, she again raised herself on her neck, feeling the dreadful tightening of the noose as it threatened to crush the life out of her. The noose closed around the already bruised skin below her jawline and she grimaced as she tried to keep her muscles tensed, making distorted gurgling and choking noises as she tried to keep breathing through her restricted windpipe.
She managed this for another 4 cycles, each time she managed less and less time supported by her stretched neck, her breathing becoming hoarser and more ragged as her throat was constricted.
On the fifth time she raised herself she lost her concentration, the remote slipping in her grip, and in her efforts to re-adjust her grip on the remote and not drop it she kept the button pressed for much longer than she had done previously, raising herself until her toes were just above the top of the wedge.
She was panicking now, already feeling her vision blurring – she knew she needed to get the pressure off her neck urgently, but her hands were not responding, she fumbled and with a desperate “Nggggg” choked out through her strangled throat she dropped the remote. She was now dangling helplessly , her bound hands jerking, her cuffed elbows preventing her instinctual reaction to reach for the ligature around her neck, and her magnificent legs flailing again in the air.
“Hgggp…….hg” she tried to choke out desperately as she hung by her neck, her eyes bulging and her tongue swelling out of her mouth. She kicked frantically for a few seconds, causing her body to spin on the end of the noose, but all her weight was preventing any blood reaching her brain and she quickly passed out, her body continuing to convulse even though she was unconscious. If they didn’t let her down she would be dead very soon, but they were ready and rapidly lowered her to the floor, her body crumpling limply into a heap. They removed the noose from her neck – it had left a deep red welt that would bruise badly over the coming hours, and checked her breathing, faint but there. They wheeled the wedge out of the way and regarded the unconscious athlete.
Her shoulders were horribly discolored from all the damage they had sustained today.
Her neck was a mess, the bruise from yesterday’s garroting now merging with the rope marks from her recent hanging. They removed the needles from her breasts, trickles of blood running down the sides of her chest.
The man uncuffed her wrists and elbows, quickly placing her wrists high up between her shoulder blades and securing her in a proper reverse prayer this time, belts above and below her breasts to keep her arms firmly against her torso, it would be horrible on her shoulders but that was all part of the fun. He placed his hands into her bikini bottoms and was pleased to feel the flesh swollen and puffy between her legs.
They rolled her onto her back and re-inserted her padded shorts to gag her, the upcoming session was going to inflict another level of damage on the beautiful athlete laying oblivious before them.
Part XII: Disjointed
Heidi came round in the dark - this time they had turned the lights out when they left her, still unconscious and tied to the table.
Everything hurt – her muscles were still incredibly sore from the needling, her shins were on fire, her knees joints ached in a strange and painful way and her nipples were raw, pressed against the table. She could also feel the bruising around her neck, her last memory before the darkness was of being strangled and smothered in a nightmare.
Some LED’s on the computer and cameras provided some pinpoints of light, but other than that it was pitch black. She lay they hurting, praying to for her ordeal to end. She missed her bed, her friends, daylight, freedom….
She heard the door open, and the lights in the room burst into life causing her to squint against the sudden brightness. As soon as she heard the door open she started screaming for help, hoping the sound might travel further and someone may find her, but they had of course been expecting this, and calmly walked in, closing the door behind them.They were both carrying large coffees and what might well be muffins in paper bags..
“Good Morning Heidi, save your breath, no one can hear you… “ She fearfully stopped her screaming, turning to her head as best she could to look at them.
“Look, you can still let me go, everything you’ve done to me, I don’t care, just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, please, I just want to go home..”
They ignored her pleas, eventually all they heard was her repeating “I just want to go home, I just want to go home” over and over under her breath.
They quickly removed the bulb from Heidi’s ass – the liquid food seem to have been absorbed overnight and together they rolled her onto her back.
The man went over to one of his bags and took out a rugged looking plastic box containing a device which he examined carefully. It looked like two shackles connected by a box with some buttons and a digital display, he started a program on his laptop and connected the device wirelessly to it. A screen appeared showing a scale and a graph – he tugged to try to pull the 2 shackles apart and was pleased to see a reading appear on the screen, as well as a spike on the graph – it was all working. This was a strain gauge, they would use it to measure the force they were using to pull on Heidi’s body, it could also be added to the live feed so anyone watching could see the strain she was under in real time, he connected the device between the winch cable and her cuffs, and wheeled over the laptop trolley so he could easily see the screen from where he would be turning the winch handle - he tightened the winch to account for the extra 6 inches or so that the gauge added, and saw the gauge register a strain of around 100N, not much at all but enough to keep her in place for now. As she tugged against the winch, the reading also increased as her muscles contracted and tried to pull her hands down.
Her magnificent body was laid out in front of them. They both took a moment to appreciate her in all her glory, muscles shining under the bright lights, she would never be the same after today. With some difficulty they positioned a camera above Heidi to look down on her face – her head was trapped between her outstretched arms and she was forced to stare upwards, they wanted to capture her expressions as the day wore on. Lucy went and stood on the opposite side of the bench to the man, she could also see the screen. She ran her hands over the restrained athlete’s abs and upwards to her shoulders in anticipation, Heidi had remained silent through all this, she knew from all the activity that something dreadful was probably going to happen to her, she didn’t want to know what.
The man began to turn the winch handle, and she felt the pressure on her wrists and ankles increase steadily, she figured she was going to be stretched – she vaguely remembered from school history that the torture rack was the most painful of all the medieval tortures, it didn’t seem fair that it was going to be used on her right now, but the steady clink of the ratchet continued.
The man turned the winch slowly, watching the numbers on the screen rise. He stopped when the gauge read 750N of force - this was equivalent to the force on her body from her hanging vertically by her wrists, and indeed her body had a similar appearance, lengthened nicely with her stomach hollowed. Her joints had popped a few times as the tension increased, nothing painful yet, just what would happen from a good stretch.
He’d tried doing some research on what forces would be needed, but unsurprisingly there was not much information to be found. He knew from all the historical accounts that if she was stretched long enough and hard enough that all her joints could be separated, she would also have immense difficulty breathing as her diaphragm would be under strain as her chest cavity got distended. They could stretch her to death right here, but that wasn’t what they had in mind for the unwilling athlete currently at their mercy.
He knew Heidi had had some shoulder injuries over her sporting career, and despite making a full recovery, he was still picking that her shoulders would give way before any other joints.
Lucy was running her hands all over Heidi’s body feeling the tension as she was stretched further, as her hands roamed over her tanned skin she also stuck her index finger deep into Heidi’s belly button causing her to squirm at the unpleasant sensation in her unprotected navel. Her breasts were exposed, laying flat as her chest was stretched upwards, rising and falling with each strained breath.
She cupped the firm mounds, one in each hand, “Would you mind if I gave these some attention?” she asked the man who looked up at her and shook his head.
She went over to her bag and came back with a metal bowl full of needles - not the fine filaments she’d used to torture the very fibres of her muscles the other day, but thicker gauge medical ones, still in their sterile wrappers. The placed the cold metal bowl on Heidi’s flattened stomach. She took out one of the needles and unwrapped it and held it above Heidi’s face. She prodded the muscle of her bicep right in front of her eyes, drawing a drop of blood and a gasp of shock as much as pain from the frightened woman.
Heidi had her ears pierced but that was it – she gave blood because she felt it was a good thing to do and didn’t baulk at injections, but the thought of needles near other parts of her body made her shudder. Lucy moved the needle to Heidi’s right breast, and dragged the tip of it around the dark areole surrounding her erect nipple. Heidi was trying to raise her head to see what Lucy was doing. “No please, not there…not there,,.. “
She lay the needle flat on her breast and pressed the point into the flesh at around the 10 o’clock mark just outside the base of her nipple and applied a constant pressure until the needle re-appeared at around the 2 o’clock mark, the line of the needle clearly visible for an inch beneath the trembling skin. She followed up with 3 more needles to surround the nipple, each at right angles to each other. She repeated the process on the other side.
Heidi gritted her teeth hard through this hating the feeling of the needles passing beneath her skin and the sensation of their movement as her chest rose and fell with the shallow breaths she was forced to take.
All this time the tension on the rack had been steadily increasing. It now registered 1500N, equivalent to twice Heidi’s bodyweight dangling from her wrists. Her breathing was becoming more laboured and her joints were beginning to hurt from the constant pull of the winch. Lucy unwrapped 10 more needles, these were thicker, and she pointedly showed Heidi each one before laying them out in a row across the top of her chest so she could see them. She sucked on the nipple of Heidi’s right breast – it was still sore from where she had bitten cruelly down on it yesterday and Heidi whimpered at the prospect of what was next. Lucy bit down even harder this time, moving her jaw side to side to roll the crushed teat between her teeth, Heidi wailed until she relaxed her bite, tears bursting from her pretty eyes. Lucy grabbed the first of the needles and thrust it horizontally through the base of the throbbing nipple, and followed up with one vertically down at the same level forming a cross. Heidi was sobbing, each new needle stab a punctuation in her misery.
She repeated this on Heidi’s left breast, and then added another set of 2 needles just below the tips of both nipples, eliciting more cries of pain.
The two remaining needles were the thickest of all, and these were destined to run down the center of the nipples, right along their length. Lucy took delight in holding the breasts firmly, taking care not to prick herself on the needles already in place and pushing the large needles vertically down through the small nipples, she felt them scrape past the 2 sets of crossed needles already in each nub before they passed into the flesh of her breast beneath. Heidi’s face was screwed up at the pain, and the horrible sensation of the needles skewering her flesh. She longed to crawl into a ball and nurse her aching breasts, but the click of the winch continued, although it’s pace had now slowed.
The man had been admiring Lucy’s delicate work on Heidi’s flattened breasts as he continued to stretch her toned frame. The force on her body was increasing, and each click of the ratchet was taking more of his effort to earn.
Heidi’s joints were ablaze as they tried to resist the inexorable pull of the cable - She was struggling to breathe, and there were popping sounds starting to emanate from her joints as the tendons started to lose their grip on the bones, each pop feeling like knives stabbing into her joints. Through the excruciating pain Heidi knew this was bad, she’d probably never regain full use of her body once they were done with her, the glimmer of hope of returning to a normal life getting dimmer with each click of the winch. She screwed her eyes shut again praying for release.
The tension was now equivalent to 3 times her bodyweight, and Heidi’s hands and feet were a dark purple, her body had lengthened by several inches as he had stretched her out – her stomach was now a deep hollow, her ribs clearly defined. Her breathing was shallow as her diaphragm struggled against the tension in her abdomen, the needles adorning her breasts catching the lights in the chamber. With some effort he added another click on the ratchet and stood back to admire the scene while Heidi groaned in her restraints.
He and Lucy sat down on the stools and sipped their coffees. “How much more can she take?” Lucy wondered aloud. “Honestly I’m not too sure. If we leave her a bit her body will relax and we should be able to go a bit further, but those noises from her joints can’t be good. I guess we’ll just have to see, she’s already got the equivalent of 2 lots of me hanging from her ankles”
After a few more sips of coffee they got back to work, Lucy asking for a turn on the winch. It took a lot of effort on her part, but she look of despair in Heidi’s eyes and the cry of pain from Heidi’s lips when the winch clicked was more than worth it. Heidi had been trying to bear this horrifying torture bravely, but after another click on the winch created another round of loud pops and searing pain from within her shoulders, her stoicism melted away. She was panting – her chest struggling to expand and draw in air, she began mindlessly pleading for it all to stop between her labored breaths… “Just… let….me….go….please….please…...my……arms……I……..can’t….my………chest…..I….can’t….. breathe…...”
They made sure that the cameras were recording her exquisite pleading – tears were streaming down her face..
The man returned to the winch, and gave it all his strength. The popping noises around her shoulder got louder, the force from the winch was split evenly between her shoulders, and they both gave way at the same time - the wet “schhhluuck” of the ball being pulled from the socket sounded like the noise of chicken legs being pulled from a roasted chicken, but 10 times louder, almost drowned by Heidi’s guttural wail as her joints were destroyed. She could feel her shoulders moving unnaturally by her ears - they hadn’t given her any painkillers or stimulants and it was all too much for her mind to take – she lolled her head and she mercifully passed out - the gauge showed her shoulders had taken just over 4 times her bodyweight before they were ripped apart.
The world swam back into view, the tension on her body seemed to have eased, but her destroyed shoulders were white hot balls of agony.
She tried to lower her hands, but the ruptured tendons didn’t want to respond, and the sensation of her dislocated bones moving against each other made her so nauseous she almost threw up.
The man had briefly stepped out of the room while she was unconscious, and returned moments later in pushing something on castors that sounded heavy – it was the wedge he’d shown Lucy the photos of last night. The varnish was now dry, and it brought the smell of sawdust and fresh paint into the room, he’d sized it carefully so it would fit through the door without issue. Heidi tried to crane her neck to see what it was, and tried to make sense of it; to her eyes it looked like a large doorstop that had been stood on its end, her naive mind again not making the connection as to how it could be used to torture her, although she was looking uneasily up at it’s pointy top. The device was wheeled to the center of the room next to the bench, directly below the winch.
They attached the winch cable to Heidi’s wrist cuffs as she lay stretched on the bench. They kept her bikini bottoms on again for now, they knew the flimsy garment would provide no measure of comfort against what was to come, they also left her ungagged so they could appreciate the sounds she would be making during her upcoming torture. The man asked to borrow some of Lucy’s massage oil, which he rubbed generously all over her toned legs. They tied a separate rope to each of Heidi’s ankles leaving one end of each rope dangling free, and then and to Heidi’s great surprise, they undid the cuffs on her ankles, leaving her legs unrestrained for the first time since her capture. She didn’t have time to enjoy her unexpected liberty – the man pressed a button on the remote, and Heidi’s wrists begin to raise quickly from the bench, pulling her upwards. She let out a blood-curdlng scream as her weight caused her destroyed joints to be distended, her arms stretching far beyond what looked natural – he kept going until she was around 6 feet above the ground, her hands almost up to the winch pulley on the roof.
They let her hang there by her wrists, spinning gently, the loose ropes from her ankles waving beneath her.
They rolled the bench out of the way, and maneuvered the wedge directly below Heidi, and adjusted the cameras to catch every angle of her imminent discomfort.
Her magnificent legs began to kicking frantically at the air, now realizing what the purpose of the sinister wedge was. With some difficulty they each caught one of the flailing ropes attached to her ankles, and pulled in opposite directions, perpendicular to the length of the wedge, pulling her struggling legs apart.
The winch began to lower her down, she fought to pull her legs together, but the ropes were firmly held, and any struggling was putting additional strength on her shoulders.
The lowering continued, her legs were now either side of the wedge, they kept them spread wide as her perineum approached the point of the wedge, she tried to hold herself up using her arms, but eventually her weight was resting on her most sensitive flesh on the point of the wedge. They let go of the ropes, and tied them loosely to eyebolts positioned in the floor either side of the wedge. The pain was instant – the weight of her body acting on such a small area created an enormous pressure on her most intimate region - ungagged she was able to express her pain with more than just screams and grunts.
“Fuuuuuuuuck!! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..”
He adjusted the winch so her hands were held just above her head, and then stepped back to enjoy the show.
She instinctively tried to lift herself as she normally she would have done, but her mangled shoulders prevented her from putting any stress on the joints. She screamed in frustration at her predicament as she tried to find a different position to place her weight, not wanting to sit on the crushed flesh from the last time.
She also tried to use her strong leg muscles to grip the surface of the wedge to take the weight off her crotch, but the smooth surface and massage oil conspired against her, her skin sliding helplessly across it. She tried to lift her leg over to escape, but the rope around her ankles yanked taut to prevented that easy release.
She tried a combination of gently lifting herself with her crippled arms and squeezing her legs together, and found if she really focused and squeezed hard, she could support her weight and gain a few seconds respite on her arms before her inner thigh muscles tired. She then had to lower herself back onto her increasingly tender flesh.
Heidi was breathing rapidly as if she was trying to get into an overly hot bath as she focused on finding the least painful spot to rest her weight on “OwOwOwOwOwOwOwOwOwOwOwwwwww”.
She was so focused on her own plight she hadn’t noticed that the pair were watching her intently, relishing in her predicament.
“Fuck you both, you sick fucks, let me down!!” They had no intention of ending this delightful torture any time soon, but the man did acquiesce to her request, lowering her hands to almost the level of her chest.. Heidi seemed surprised, but soon realized this made things worse as she couldn’t get any leverage at all to take the weight off her sensitive nether regions. Her labia were already bruised and puffy and it had only been a few minutes, she was also breaking to a sweat with her exertions.
Heidi had spent many years training her body to be in peak physical condition, and both Lucy and the man were immensely enjoying the opportunity to both appreciate her appearance and to hurt her intensely. The wedge was hollow inside, and as Heidi’s ankle and knee bones thumped on the wooden surface it resonated around the room. That sound, mixed with the sounds of her oiled skin skittering down over its surface whenever her legs gave way, and her moans of pain to give a lovely cacophony of suffering to their ears.
“OK Heidi, he’s the deal – we’re going to leave you like this for an hour while we finish our coffees”. He pulled over the laptop and started a large timer on the screen, counting down from 60 minutes, he turned it so Heidi could see and then raised her arms back up to allow her wonderful dance to begin again.
They sat down on the stools again, opening and buttering muffins and sipping coffees whilst watching the helpless woman torture herself. Heidi was hurting badly, her tender pussy lips and the soft skin between her legs crushed and bruised. Her shoulders were on fire, but putting a little weight on them was the only way she could gain any respite for her crotch. She again focused on getting herself into a rhythm, alternating where her weight was distributed: arms, legs, arms, legs, arms, legs, arms, pussy, repeat. She tried to raise and lower and herself using her arms only as she couldn’t control her legs well enough – the first time she tried she’d slipped, as she fell the point of the wedge found its way between her labia and she landed heavily on the delicate flesh in between with a pitiful wail, she felt sure she must have cut herself open. Between the pain and the exertion she was breathing hard, but eventually she found a pattern and ventured a look at the stopclock, barely 5 minutes had passed. She steeled herself, this was going to be a long, painful hour. Her body had been in prime condition, but the damage wrought to her shoulders, and the fact the leg muscles she was working were not the ones she regularly used to support her whole bodyweight meant she began to fatigue quickly. By 15 minutes her inner thighs were trembling when she tried to squeeze them together, by 30 minutes her muscles were fully cramping and mostly useless, and by 45 minutes she was exhausted, resigned to her weight resting on her crushed flesh, weakly sobbing with the pain, watching the interminable seconds tick by.
As the countdown entered it’s final minutes, the man came and stood by her side, looking at the clock with her. She was crying softly into her arm at the pain and her inability to help herself. When the clock reached the last 60 seconds, he placed his hands firmly on her hips and rocked her from side to side, grinding her already tortured flesh sideways over the hard wooden surface. She screamed at this unnecessary escalation of her pain – although the crushing pain was agonizing it had become constant, this forced motion raked her inflamed skin in a different direction and sent new lighting bolts of pain through her already tortured crotch.
When the timer hit 00:00:00 he stopped, and she sagged against her arms weeping. He hit the remote and lowered her hands until they could reach the top of the wedge, she placed the palms of her hands gently on its tip and tried to raise herself up as much as her shoulders would allow, short rapid breaths to help with the pain of the blood flow returning to the damaged area , her defined triceps standing out.
“OK, I’m a man of my word, let’s get you off this thing..” He unclipped the lock holding Heidi’s wrists together, the winch cable still connected. “Give me your hands”, she didn’t move, but made no effort to resist as he grabbed her wrists. He pulled them quickly behind her back and locked them, she tried to raise herself again, but struggled to balance with her hands both behind her, she just wanted to be of this awful device.
The man took out the remote to the winch and began to take in the cable - Heidi’s arms were pulled upwards behind her, taking her by surprise and forcing her to lean forwards, pushing her weight onto the front part of her perenium as her arms continued to raise. She shrieked at this new torment, her arms wrenched unnaturally up behind her back, shoulders forced the wrong way – it would have been agony if they weren’t already destroyed, the bones grating horribly against each other as they re-arranged themselves, and new parts of her anatomy feeling the pain of being ground between her pelvic bones and the hard wooden surface.
The man let her writhe there for a couple of minutes before again grabbing her hips and rocking her from side to side. By the change in pitch of her shrieks he was sure he had managed to crush her clitoris this time, so he kept the rocking going for an extra couple of seconds to ensure that this most sensitive part of her body received it’s fair share of attention, Heidi gritting her teeth at the pain of her most sensitive area being assaulted like this.
Eventually he released her hips, retrieved the remote, and continued raising her arms until she was lifted completely off the wedge, not stopping until her toes were level with the top of the wedge.
Heidi had phenomenal shoulder muscles from her swimming, they were displayed spectacularly now, stretched in all the wrong directions, horribly distended. Heidi felt like her arms would be completely ripped off, her muscles and tendons screaming as they took the full weight of her frame – she tried to hang as still as possible to avoid adding any unnecessary force to the situation.
“Now Heidi, as promised I took you off the wedge, the question for you now is would you like to stay here, or would you like to go back down?” She didn’t have to think long, even though the pain of her crushed genitals was unbearable, at least she had some measure of control over it, however small – here she was utterly helpless.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease, downdowndowndowndowndown” came the instant response.
He obliged, and began lowering her back towards the wedge, but after a moment he abruptly stopped the winch, jerking her to a halt. Newton’s laws did the rest, her sudden deceleration causing the force on her shoulders to more than treble.
Heidi cried out in anguish – she could feel the damage being caused to her tendons and ligaments as her joints tried to rip themselves even further apart, exploding with pain. Again she hung there, trying not to move as she moaned in pain.
He did this another 4 times in the short distance remaining, each time she was sure she felt her shoulders coming apart even more, new tears in her tendons causing pain to flair at each jolt. She knew her joints were ruined, the knowledge that she may never physically recover from this deliberate damage there in the back of her mind as she dealt with the explosion of pain after each drop.
Finally he lowered her onto the wedge, the stress on her shoulders at last dropping as her crotch again took up her weight, she shifted trying in vain to find a position that wasn’t already sore and bruised. He lowered her wrists until her hands could rest on the top of the wedge behind her muscular butt, the wedge forcing the cheeks apart at the bottom. Heidi figured if she arched her back far enough, she could balance and lift herself up to gain a few seconds relief even with her hands still bound as they were.
While she was performing the delicate balancing act the man pulled out a loop of stiff rope and slipped it over her head, tightening it like a noose under her strong jaw, he unclipped the cable from her wrists and attached it to the rope, and took in the slack. If Heidi lost her balance, she could stabilize herself using her neck, but if she somehow slipped off the wedge she would strangle herself.
Taking advantage of her distraction, when she had lowered her weight for a moment the man deftly cuffed her elbows together behind her back, and pulled her wrists in front of her cuffing them together in front of her stomach. She squirmed painfully, no longer able to reach the wedge to support herself, or lift herself with her exhausted legs, she moaned, as much at the helplessness as at the returning pain between her legs.
“Heidi, you’re a strong woman, and I’m sure you like to have control over your own destiny”. He placed the remote for the winch in her right hand. “You can take the pressure off your pussy any time you want - I’d strongly suggest you don’t drop the remote”.
Heidi stared at him quizzically. “What the fuck is this, you expect me to hang myself? Fucking let me down!!”
Her slit was in serious pain from all her weight resting on it for so long, and knowing this, the man moved to the end of the wedge and began to shake the whole contraption violently from side to side , causing Heidi to rock defenselessly on her injured skin. Suitably incentivized, she investigated the winch remote in her hand, figured out which button was up and which was down. Very carefully, she tried using the winch to raise herself slightly on the rope to see if she could ease the pressure on the bruised flesh between her legs. She braced herself, tensing her neck muscles to try and stop the rope cutting in too deeply.
She pressed the button and felt the rope tighten as it dragged her upwards. She’d tried to mentally prepare for what this would feel like, but the pressure on her next was way more intense than she’d anticipated, it made her feel again like her head was exploding and about to be ripped from her shoulders. She let out a grunt as she struggled to maintain her composure, trying to keep her neck muscles tensed whilst coordinating her legs to grip the wedge all whilst not dropping the remote, but she quickly felt herself getting light-headed and lowered herself back down, knowing she couldn’t allow herself to black out.
As she dropped herself she squeezed her thighs together as best she could on the slippery surface to protect her crotch, and as soon as she felt her legs fatiguing, she again raised herself on her neck, feeling the dreadful tightening of the noose as it threatened to crush the life out of her. The noose closed around the already bruised skin below her jawline and she grimaced as she tried to keep her muscles tensed, making distorted gurgling and choking noises as she tried to keep breathing through her restricted windpipe.
She managed this for another 4 cycles, each time she managed less and less time supported by her stretched neck, her breathing becoming hoarser and more ragged as her throat was constricted.
On the fifth time she raised herself she lost her concentration, the remote slipping in her grip, and in her efforts to re-adjust her grip on the remote and not drop it she kept the button pressed for much longer than she had done previously, raising herself until her toes were just above the top of the wedge.
She was panicking now, already feeling her vision blurring – she knew she needed to get the pressure off her neck urgently, but her hands were not responding, she fumbled and with a desperate “Nggggg” choked out through her strangled throat she dropped the remote. She was now dangling helplessly , her bound hands jerking, her cuffed elbows preventing her instinctual reaction to reach for the ligature around her neck, and her magnificent legs flailing again in the air.
“Hgggp…….hg” she tried to choke out desperately as she hung by her neck, her eyes bulging and her tongue swelling out of her mouth. She kicked frantically for a few seconds, causing her body to spin on the end of the noose, but all her weight was preventing any blood reaching her brain and she quickly passed out, her body continuing to convulse even though she was unconscious. If they didn’t let her down she would be dead very soon, but they were ready and rapidly lowered her to the floor, her body crumpling limply into a heap. They removed the noose from her neck – it had left a deep red welt that would bruise badly over the coming hours, and checked her breathing, faint but there. They wheeled the wedge out of the way and regarded the unconscious athlete.
Her shoulders were horribly discolored from all the damage they had sustained today.
Her neck was a mess, the bruise from yesterday’s garroting now merging with the rope marks from her recent hanging. They removed the needles from her breasts, trickles of blood running down the sides of her chest.
The man uncuffed her wrists and elbows, quickly placing her wrists high up between her shoulder blades and securing her in a proper reverse prayer this time, belts above and below her breasts to keep her arms firmly against her torso, it would be horrible on her shoulders but that was all part of the fun. He placed his hands into her bikini bottoms and was pleased to feel the flesh swollen and puffy between her legs.
They rolled her onto her back and re-inserted her padded shorts to gag her, the upcoming session was going to inflict another level of damage on the beautiful athlete laying oblivious before them.
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