Athletic GIMPs
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An entirely fictional short story is about 2 British Olympic swimmers and friends, Freya and Emily. In the preview they were grabbed from their hotel after they had stayed behind after a prestigious swimming competition to enjoy the city and unwind after the pressure of their races. Freya and Emily
Part 1: Check-out
Once the two young women were bound and sedated they did a thorough sweep of their rooms. They took all the women’s’ luggage and belongings with them, leaving both key cards for both rooms on their respective dressing tables, with a tip for housekeeping.
Hotel staff would figure they checked themselves out early, and by the time anyone noticed they were missing they would be several countries away.
Nobody paid the slightest attention to the workers loading laundry sacks into the nondescript van parked in an alley next to the hotel, and if they happened to be stopped the back of the van looked at first inspection like an average laundry van – piles of sacks on their way to be cleaned. Beneath the sacks, on the floor of the van was the cage they used to transport their visitors. Made of square steel framing, it was fitted with a heavily padded sound and lightproof cover that allowed air to circulate, but muffled all sound and blocked all light from entering, sliding snugly over the steel bars. It was only designed for one occupant at a time, so they had had to use quite a lot of force to close the lid on the 2 girls now imprisoned inside, their bound bodies crushed up against each other, fortunately for their sake they would remain unconscious for the whole trip.
After an uneventful journey their captors unloaded the 2 girls, laying them on the cold concrete floor of the chamber, their bodies showing the vivid red imprints of the cage where their fair skin had been crushed against the hard steel of its bars for so long during their long journey.
The pair were still wearing the clothes they were grabbed in, Freya in her simple white bra and panties, and Emily in her pajama short shorts and vest. Their captors now replaced the metal cuffs on their wrists and ankles with heavy leather ones, but left the duct tape encircling the lower halves of their faces in place, they had already had to remove the knee straps from both women to be able to maneuver their limbs into the crammed cage.
They attached their wrists to separate winches and raised them, dangling them by their arms as their legs sagged uselessly below them, high enough that when they regained consciousness, they would just be able to balance on their tiptoes to relieve the stress on their shoulders. Their ankles were clipped together, and loosely attached via a thin strap to eyebolts in the floor. Freya was a good foot taller than Emily, and when stretched out her wrists were well above Emilys by the time they stopped the winch. They also ran 2 black zipties around each of the swimmers throats threading the ends through and loosely tightening them with the classic “skkkrrrrt” of a cable tie.
Emily was first to come round, groggily opening her eyes. She quickly realized her predicament and began frantically tugging on her restraints, and screaming into her gag. When they grabbed her she’d been sound asleep, so they’d taken the time to go through her luggage and select a nice pair of her worn gym shorts that she’d worked out in, and stuff them into her mouth before sealing it with tape, so all that escaped was muffled screams and obscenities. She furiously yanked on her wrists, swinging her whole weight on them, trying anything in her power to free herself, shrieking into her gag the whole while..
Eventually she paused her struggles, trying to catch her breath through her nose, and began to take her environment.
Wherever she was was cool and there were many bright lights pointing at her, making her squint if she stared straight into them, she couldn’t see anything in the darkness behind them, but sensed it was a big space, the clanks and squeaks from her restraints seemed to echo as if in a large chamber.
She twisted herself on her tiptoes to see all around her as her head was locked in place by her biceps. As she spun slowly, she saw another woman, bound exactly as she was and recognized her instantly – it was her best friend and teammate Freya - she gasped in shock at seeing her here as well, dangling only a meter away. Freya was still out cold so she tried screaming and shouting her name to rouse her but it was no use, she tried swinging by her wrists and kicking her, but her ankles jerked back at the end of the short strap.
She looked at the bound form of her friend, hanging limply by her wrists in her white underwear, her pale skin creamy under the bright lights and tried to rack her mind about what might have happened for them to end up like this. They’d been out together for a quiet dinner last night - had they been drugged?? The last thing she remembered after saying goodnight to her friend was taking a long hot shower and falling asleep in the comfort of her luxurious hotel bed.. Her body hurt and she couldn’t think why, she noticed Freya had a broad crisscross of red marks on her skin like she’d fallen asleep on something that had left a deep pattern, they both had loose black plastic staps around their necks, nothing made sense..
Regardless of how they got here, she knew their current situation couldn’t be good.. Where were they? What was going to happen to them?? She wasn’t stupid - she knew they were both good looking women and a chill of fear coursed through her at what might lay in store for them and she resumed her struggling with more urgency, Two single girls grabbed from their beds in a foreign country sounded like the start of a horror story she didn’t want to feature in..
Emily looked over again at her friend – she knew she’d been bullied because of her height, and she’d overcome her fear of water to become an Olympic champion. Freya had always been so nice and kind to her – she knew Freya had had a few boyfriends but she was always so demure and shy – she hated to think how her best friend was going to cope with what awaited them, she hoped she could protect her friend in some way, although she had no idea how.
Having said all that, she would hate to admit it but she was glad she didn’t have to face this ordeal alone, she felt sure they would get through this better together, keeping each other strong whatever the perverts that had captured them tried.
Eventually Freya began to awaken, her grunts and the creaking of her restraints alerted Emily who was focusing on her cuffs, trying to somehow slip her wrists out of them.
Freya groggily tried to focus her mind on what was happening, she heard Emily’s frantic MMphs and turned to face her.
The girls had been best friends for years and could communicate perfectly well without words, their expressive faces and eyes doing all the talking even through Freya was still fighting the effects of the drug.
Are you OK?? – Yeah, you? –OK I Guess, Where are we? - I don’t know –What do you think is going to happen to us?
The girls looked each other in the eye at that last question, not wanting to contemplate the answer.
Emily had been thinking about this, praying that they would be missed, but they’d made it clear they were on a girls weekend and didn’t want to be disturbed, and weren’t expected back in England for several days - she was scared and she looked at her older friend for re-assurance. Freya was not even a year older, but had always been the more mature and calm of the two and the voice of reason on many occasions.
The pair locked eyes, Freya’s composed demeanor stemming the rising panic in Emily’s mind, the captors had thoughtfully placed Freya’s signature black glasses on her face and she was able to focus clearly on her bound friend, so close but yet so far away. Freya was more alert now as her system metabolized the drug, and she ran through the events from her hotel room in her mind: the sudden appearance of the men, cuffing her own ankles, wrapping the leather belt around her knees and tightening it, laying face down on her bed and sealing her fate by tightening the handcuffs around her wrists, feeling the snick of the ratchet and the cold metal on her skin..
She could easily have stayed silent about her friend in the next room, but instead Emily was right here with her in this chamber, bound and gagged, most likely to be tortured horribly, right in front of her eyes. Freya felt a glow in her crotch beneath her white cotton briefs at this, grateful that the flush in her cheeks would be concealed by the duct tape covering her face..
She’d never told anyone about her sexuality or her fantasies of bondage and torture, both giving and receiving, always keeping them buried deep inside but she had yearned for an outlet. She had experimented in self bondage over the years, but had never experimented with a partner, too shy to bring it up.
The friends had seen each other naked many many times in changing rooms over the years, but this was different - seeing her friend tightly bound and stretched out in her booty shorts and strappy vest was quite distracting, her struggles had flushed her pale skin, and she was sweating despite the cool of the chamber.
She’d always fantasized about Emily, and as she sat at the end of her bed at gunpoint, she knew there was nothing she could do to prevent herself from being abducted - she assumed that she was going to be bound, tortured and probably raped, and she made a snap decision - she wanted Emily there too. She had no doubt that her captors would be making her own life a living hell, but knowing that Emily would be enduring the same tortures as she was might make it more bearable. If she was forced to witness her best friend suffering, or if their captors made the friends perform unspeakable acts on each other, then so be it - imagining her pretty teammate tortured had been one of her fantasies for many years..
Clearly if Emily knew that her best friend was the one who had caused her to be snatched from her luxurious room and condemned her to spend the rest of her life in torment and pain she may be a little upset, but for now she would make the most of the situation in which they found themselves. Freya flexed her strong muscles against her restraints and tried to mentally prepare for the upcoming ordeal as she heard footsteps approaching from behind the blinding lights.
To be continued..
Re: Athletic GIMPs
Mm, 4"11 of cuteness and strength. Her tears would be so sweet..
Re: Athletic GIMPs
Something more recent - Scottish Long-Jumper Jade Nimmo, who has a nice little kinky streak it would seem from her photos - that tight body could take a lot of abuse, would just need to find some tortures she wouldn't enjoy - all suggestions welcome..
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Staying on that side of the Atlantic, British Cricketer Danielle Wyatt..
I'd like to see her hung by her wrists whilst her captors see how many pitches, sorry - "deliveries" it takes to break all her ribs. If it's taking too long they could always resort to using the bat, but it seems rather unsportsmanlike..
I'd like to see her hung by her wrists whilst her captors see how many pitches, sorry - "deliveries" it takes to break all her ribs. If it's taking too long they could always resort to using the bat, but it seems rather unsportsmanlike..
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And since it's Tour de France season, here is Marion Rousse, former French national cycling champion turned TV commentator..
I'd love to hear her plead for mercy, switching back to her native French language in terror as the hot brand approaches her exquisite flesh..
"S'il vous plaît laissez-moi partir.. S'il vous plaît, je ferai n'importe quoi, ne me faites pas de mal, s'il vous plaît... Non.. NON! AAIIIIIIII!!!!"
I'd love to hear her plead for mercy, switching back to her native French language in terror as the hot brand approaches her exquisite flesh..
"S'il vous plaît laissez-moi partir.. S'il vous plaît, je ferai n'importe quoi, ne me faites pas de mal, s'il vous plaît... Non.. NON! AAIIIIIIII!!!!"
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