Athletic GIMPs
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Emma at Home
Part III: Interlude
The man left his helpless captive hanging by her hair in her own gym, and made his way over to the main house. He’d been up early that morning, and after his exertions he was keen to find a snack, a coffee and to explore. He loved this part, being able to investigate a captive’s house while she was helpless made him feel that much closer to them, and made their suffering all the more personal and enjoyable for him, and added to the sense of violation for his victims.
The front door was unlocked, and he easily found his way to the kitchen.. The large farmhouse kitchen was well-equipped, while the coffee machine was heating up he fixed a snack and let his eyes take in the tasteful decoration, there was nothing to suggest that the owner of this kitchen was one of America’s most successful track and field athletes, although a copy of her cookbook was on display in such a way as to be hard to miss for any visitors.
He sat down with his coffee, enjoying the birdsong through the windows, he was in no hurry today. Eventually he left the kitchen to check out the rest of the house, once in the hall the mandatory framed medals and race numbers were evident, along with a couple of prints of her favorite magazine covers and publicity shoots. He pulled one of the larger frames down and removed her world champion’s medal and winning singlet from it’s frame and slipped the heavy medallion into his pocket, this would make a fine addition to his growing collection. The thought that this fine specimen of female anatomy was helplessly bound and waiting for him gave him a feeling of excitement that nothing else could match. He paused at the family photos – Emma had 3 siblings, 2 brothers and a sister. Her sister Gracie was a good looking woman, slender but not world-champion athlete skinny. Her mother Annie must have been a stunner back in the day too, but she had aged gracefully, always there to celebrate the successes of her family - the Coburn women had some good genetics for sure, too bad Emma wouldn’t be given the opportunity to pass hers on. He knew from his research they were all close, and now stood in Emma’s house he let his mind wander – such a shame there wouldn’t be a re-union of the women while they were all alive, he could picture it now.. The 3 women at gunpoint, forced into a vehicle and driven to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere. All three forced to strip to their undies, the handsome older woman trying to protect her daughters, but her daughters are forced to ziptie their mother to a stout chair.. They are reminded that any disobedience will result in Gracie’s family getting hurt.. Next Emma and Gracie have to cuff themselves to a winch, their lean bodies pulled off the ground as they plead to be let go, and for their mom not to be hurt..
Annie is forced to watch as her sweet daughters are tortured in front of her, forced to be intimate with each other in the hopes they will be allowed to live, made to touch their mother in ways no daughter should ever have to do, their long blond hair matting together, all ultimately in vain as one by one they had plastic bags placed over their heads, forced to watch each other as they all suffocated together..
He snapped out of his daydream..
A shame indeed, he’d just have to make sure that Emma suffered enough for all three of them, that was something he could definitely arrange for.
A quick pass through the master bedroom revealed an obscene amount of skimpy lycra, he’d naturally expected to find a lot in the house of an elite sponsored athlete, but even so.. He noted with a smile that even though she spent a large amount of her life in training gear she had an extensive collection of high heels, evidently she knew the value of a pair of killer heels just as much as any other woman..
There was one item he hadn’t found yet, but based on his visits to other athletes he was getting good at finding these things, and after a brief search through her garage he found a whole box of them. Emma sold several sports items on her website and this one had caught his eye immediately. It was a hard rubber massage ball for use by athletes to ease their muscles, but there was only one place on her anatomy that he’d be using it, and he doubted she would be smiling quite as much when he did. He also made a note of the other contents of the garage for later, and as he was leaving he spotted a small rounders bat propped up against the side wall, it must have been left from a visit from Emma’s nieces and nephews. The stout wooden bat was only a foot and a half or so long, but would be perfect for making Emma’s life a little more miserable.
Satisfied, he returned to the kitchen, made a second cup of coffee and mentally ran through what he had planned for the unfortunate athlete in his captivity, ticking off the items he would need - between the supplies in her gym and what he’d brought with him he had what he needed. He headed back towards the barn containing the gym and his captive Olympian,
with her collapsed lung and the stress of hanging from her hair for the last couple of hours, she must be struggling mightily just to stay alive..
To be continued..
Part III: Interlude
The man left his helpless captive hanging by her hair in her own gym, and made his way over to the main house. He’d been up early that morning, and after his exertions he was keen to find a snack, a coffee and to explore. He loved this part, being able to investigate a captive’s house while she was helpless made him feel that much closer to them, and made their suffering all the more personal and enjoyable for him, and added to the sense of violation for his victims.
The front door was unlocked, and he easily found his way to the kitchen.. The large farmhouse kitchen was well-equipped, while the coffee machine was heating up he fixed a snack and let his eyes take in the tasteful decoration, there was nothing to suggest that the owner of this kitchen was one of America’s most successful track and field athletes, although a copy of her cookbook was on display in such a way as to be hard to miss for any visitors.
He sat down with his coffee, enjoying the birdsong through the windows, he was in no hurry today. Eventually he left the kitchen to check out the rest of the house, once in the hall the mandatory framed medals and race numbers were evident, along with a couple of prints of her favorite magazine covers and publicity shoots. He pulled one of the larger frames down and removed her world champion’s medal and winning singlet from it’s frame and slipped the heavy medallion into his pocket, this would make a fine addition to his growing collection. The thought that this fine specimen of female anatomy was helplessly bound and waiting for him gave him a feeling of excitement that nothing else could match. He paused at the family photos – Emma had 3 siblings, 2 brothers and a sister. Her sister Gracie was a good looking woman, slender but not world-champion athlete skinny. Her mother Annie must have been a stunner back in the day too, but she had aged gracefully, always there to celebrate the successes of her family - the Coburn women had some good genetics for sure, too bad Emma wouldn’t be given the opportunity to pass hers on. He knew from his research they were all close, and now stood in Emma’s house he let his mind wander – such a shame there wouldn’t be a re-union of the women while they were all alive, he could picture it now.. The 3 women at gunpoint, forced into a vehicle and driven to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere. All three forced to strip to their undies, the handsome older woman trying to protect her daughters, but her daughters are forced to ziptie their mother to a stout chair.. They are reminded that any disobedience will result in Gracie’s family getting hurt.. Next Emma and Gracie have to cuff themselves to a winch, their lean bodies pulled off the ground as they plead to be let go, and for their mom not to be hurt..
Annie is forced to watch as her sweet daughters are tortured in front of her, forced to be intimate with each other in the hopes they will be allowed to live, made to touch their mother in ways no daughter should ever have to do, their long blond hair matting together, all ultimately in vain as one by one they had plastic bags placed over their heads, forced to watch each other as they all suffocated together..
He snapped out of his daydream..
A shame indeed, he’d just have to make sure that Emma suffered enough for all three of them, that was something he could definitely arrange for.
A quick pass through the master bedroom revealed an obscene amount of skimpy lycra, he’d naturally expected to find a lot in the house of an elite sponsored athlete, but even so.. He noted with a smile that even though she spent a large amount of her life in training gear she had an extensive collection of high heels, evidently she knew the value of a pair of killer heels just as much as any other woman..
There was one item he hadn’t found yet, but based on his visits to other athletes he was getting good at finding these things, and after a brief search through her garage he found a whole box of them. Emma sold several sports items on her website and this one had caught his eye immediately. It was a hard rubber massage ball for use by athletes to ease their muscles, but there was only one place on her anatomy that he’d be using it, and he doubted she would be smiling quite as much when he did. He also made a note of the other contents of the garage for later, and as he was leaving he spotted a small rounders bat propped up against the side wall, it must have been left from a visit from Emma’s nieces and nephews. The stout wooden bat was only a foot and a half or so long, but would be perfect for making Emma’s life a little more miserable.
Satisfied, he returned to the kitchen, made a second cup of coffee and mentally ran through what he had planned for the unfortunate athlete in his captivity, ticking off the items he would need - between the supplies in her gym and what he’d brought with him he had what he needed. He headed back towards the barn containing the gym and his captive Olympian,
with her collapsed lung and the stress of hanging from her hair for the last couple of hours, she must be struggling mightily just to stay alive..
To be continued..
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Yes please, and while you're heating up the soldering iron, these two as well..
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Too bad for such a beautiful form at the outset. Please do post the after action pics, He, He, He.
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Fitness model Miranda Cohen is a hottie and looks like she’d be a tough case to crack. But I would sure enjoy seeing her crack.
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I don't know her name, but she doesn't skip leg day.
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A number of stage names but I have her as Mia Sollis.
Also Scarlot Madison
and Romeo Elima
She's not that ripped in the sets I have.
Also Scarlot Madison
and Romeo Elima
She's not that ripped in the sets I have.
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