Breaking Heidi
Part XV: The End
They lowered the broken woman onto the bed – they had replaced the spring mattress with a widely spaced metal grate frame, and they placed her gently onto its cold surface.
They threaded her mangled lower limbs through the slats in a parody of a spreadeagle.
Her thighs were bent unnaturally downwards and outwards, and they pulled her knees inwards and upwards wrapping her limbs around the bar, securing her ankles with leather straps.
They sat the still unconscious woman upright, and using their combined strengths, they pulled her arms upwards behind her back as if she were in a strappado – they then lowered her torso to the frame, keeping her arms raised behind her back, and securing her wrists spread above her head, her strong shoulders completely disjointed. The pain of these positions began to rouse Heidi, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Her body was tied so unnaturally, she couldn’t make sense of the information her body was feeding her brain – her whole body was in agony, the pain from her various injures and tortures all merging together than threatening to overwhelm her completely.
They thoughtfully brought over a laptop and showed her the live feed of herself, disfigured by their cruel bondage, the bruises and welts from her recent beating covering her once immaculate body, her joints now deeply bruised.
She sobbed at the image on the screen, scarcely able to recognize herself. Her voice was weak.. “Please… Just… end this…”, tears leaking from the corners of her beautiful eyes.
Lucy leaned down close to her, and tenderly stroked her cheek. “Its OK Heidi, it will soon be over… “
They hadn’t needed the stun gun as much as they anticipated, managing to move Heidi between positions during her spells of unconsciousness, but they retrieved it now.
The man turned it down to its lowest setting, they wanted her to stay awake.. He jammed the device into her side, sending 50,000 volts coursing through her body. Her muscles involuntarily contracted, causing her to wrench her bound limbs violently against her restraints, and her own tortured joints.
Her mouth was wide open, unable to breath while the current was flowing, when he turned it off she flopped back onto the frame, gasping for air and hoarsely crying at the pain she had been made to cause herself. They thoroughly enjoyed that display, even beaten and bruised her muscles were a sight to behold. They repeated this twice more, shocking her for almost a minute each time until finally the small device was out of power, her body tightening unwillingly, unable even to draw a breath..
When they turned off the current her breathing was ragged, and she was coated in sweat after the sustained effort of her muscle contractions and the additional trauma this had caused on her already ruined limbs.
“Please…..” she croaked.. Lucy sat down next to her, stroking her hair lovingly, wiping away the tears and sweat from her face.
“Shhhh, shhhh… It will be over soon, we won’t hurt you any more now, I promise.. “ Heidi’s pitiful sobs reduced slightly at this as she sought any kind of comfort from Lucy’s hand, trying to nuzzle her cheek into it as she sniveled and sobbed. Lucy gently stroked her cheek and kissed her on the forehead. “There there, it’s going to be OK, shhhh… “
The man had been rummaging through their pile of toys, he’d been listening with amusement to Lucy’s kind words, know what they had planned for her next. He allowed the tender scene to go on for a few minutes, before he returned with the snorkel mask he had so much enjoyed using on Heidi earlier in her visit. Broken and exhausted as she was, her eyes came alive as she recognized the mask and what it meant for her.
“NO!! NO!! Not like that.. Please not like that.. Please….” She looked at Lucy who was smiling cruelly at her expression of betrayal. “Please, you said you wouldn’t hurt me… please, I’m begging…”
There was not much she could do to prevent the mask going over her face - she tried shaking her head side to side, but the man just waited for the right moment and pressed it down, sealing it against her pretty face. Her tightened the straps behind her head trapping her inside.
They could see the panic and terror in her eyes as she stared up at them from the bed. Her pleas now more distant, echoing up the snorkel tube.
“Please, I’m begging you… Please, I don’t want to die like this, not like this... “
Her whole body was trembling with fear, her hands tugging frantically at their restraints to try and free herself.
They left her panicking, and made sure the cameras were all live streaming and capturing every angle of her imminent performance, to add to her terror he picked up a large heavy plastic bag and unrolled it, laying it over the top of the broken woman.
“This is a body bag. This is where we’ll put you when you’re dead, not long from now..
We’ll fill it with concrete, and dump it from a boat where no one will ever find you.”
“Nononononononononono, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease…..” her panic going up another notch..
He rolled it back up and placed it under the bed.
Much as she wanted the pain to end, Heidi realized she wasn’t ready to die, not like this.
She’d never really thought much about death and how she might die, but strapped to a bed in a torture chamber, about to face her worst nightmare was not something she had envisaged. She tried struggling again against her restraints, even if her limbs were in working order the restraints would have held firm, she soon gave up as her injured body was crying out in pain at any movement she made.
Lying on her back and staring up out of the mask, Heidi could now see the large funnel above her. The man came back with some large bottles of icy cold water, Heidi’s eyes following him fearfully as he moved around the bed. He opened the bottle, spilling some over Heidi’s chest as the overfull bottle crushed slightly in his hand – she jumped at the sudden cold. He lifted the bottle to the funnel and held it. Desperate pleas of “Pleasedon’tpleasedon’tpleasedon’t..” drifted up and out of the tube, her head shaking frantically with what small movement was available between her raised triceps, her arms bent the wrong way, all thought of her body’s agony gone with her abject terror.
He poured the water slowly for a few seconds, watching the fear in Heidi’s face as the mask began to fill, millimeter by millimeter. Lying on her back, the icy water rose slowly up the side of her cheeks, she was shaking uncontrollably, the water rippling inside the mask. He stopped pouring as the water reached the corner of her mouth, looking down into her eyes and listening to her trembling breath. She closed her eyes, trying to be brave at the end. He started pouring the water again, and it rose a few more millimeters covering her lips, leaving the water lapping at the base of her nostrils.
She opened her lips and swallowed the water covering her mouth – the man had been expecting this and kept a trickle of water flowing into the mask. Laying on her back and unable to move her head Heidi had to wait for the water to rise over her mouth before she could swallow, having the water above her also made this very tricky, but she kept up with the flow of water for a while. The man began to slowly increase the flow into the mask, the water now reaching up her nostrils before she could swallow meaning she couldn’t breathe through her nose until the level fell, and Heidi began to lose the battle against the rising water. She took a big gulp of the rising water and managed to grab one last panicked breath through her mouth before the water rose, the man quickly completely filling the mask and tube sealing her fate.
They waited as she held her breath – her face was submerged, any tears she was shedding mixing with the deadly water, she stared up at them, one last plea for mercy from her pretty eyes before the end.
Heidi knew this was it, she had taken her last breath and was desperately holding on to it, hoping for a miracle, someone to save her at this last moment. Through her primal terror at being drowned, and the agonies in her body, a final thought flashed through her mind – this isn’t fair.. She had so much life left to live – images of her friends and family flooded her mind as her lungs began to burn..
There was a still in the room as they waited for the inevitable.
She started releasing small bubble as the pressure on her lungs mounted, screwed up her face in a grimace, determined to hold on as long as she could, her chest convulsing as it instinctually spasmed to breathe..
Eventually she could fight it no longer, and she screamed with what little air she had left in her lungs, a primal roar that briefly filled the mask with bubbles, her final noise a watery scream of defiance and fury at her captors.
She now had no choice but to suck the water into her lungs. She thrashed against the straps holding her – there was no release this time, her chest heaving frantically as her lungs tried to pull the oxygen from the fluid now filling them. Her face was a vision of terror trapped within the mask, the water inside the mask swirling in a vortex as it moved in and out of her gaping mouth.
Her struggles weakened as she suffocated in the water, her chest moving in rapid shallow pants as the carbon dioxide in her blood poisoned her.
Her chest movement slowly decreased, her body jerking randomly as she faded, eventually stopping altogether. Her body went limp, her muscles relaxing, her face almost peaceful as her grey eyes stared out wide and unseeing..
They stood back and admired her one last time – they checked for a pulse on her still warm neck, nothing, she was gone.
They removed the mask from her head, water flooding over the floor and spilling from her mouth as her head flopped to the side.
They undid the straps holding her limp body, untangling her twisted limbs from the frame and placed her in the bag they had prepared, water still spilling from her mouth as her chest was compressed by their efforts. The man already had a plan in place for disposing of it rapidly, and any other evidence of her presence.
One of the viewers had placed a substantial amount of cash requesting her well used cycling shorts and socks so these were retrieved and placed in Ziploc bags until they could be securely sent to their permanent home.
Lucy’s flight home wasn’t until tomorrow, so they made plans to meet up later that evening at their usual table and toast the beautiful athlete whom they had so much enjoyed breaking.
The End.
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Former professional swimmer, multiple Olympic medalist, TV star and now 100% MILF, Natalie Coughlin.
She would fit very nicely into the storyline above.
She would fit very nicely into the storyline above.
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Another swimmer: British Olympic Gold Medalist Freya Anderson (b. 2001), 6'3" of cuteness.
Can't help wondering what is behind that wry smile..
If there is interest in what happens to Freya and her teammate next I have some ideas I could share.
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She is really something specialGanemede wrote: ↑Tue Jun 14, 2022 8:58 am Another swimmer: British Olympic Gold Medalist Freya Anderson (b. 2001), 6'3" of cuteness.
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Can't help wondering what is behind that wry smile..
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If there is interest in what happens to Freya and her teammate next I have some ideas I could share.
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Why would she sell her teammate's skin so easily? She didn't even try to bargain with them to take her friend and let her go. Does she want to be a victim?
Freya is 190cm and 78kg?!
Jesus Christ! I wouldn't stand in front of her without an AK 47!PS: Beautiful name. Freya (Freyja) is a goddess from Norse mythology. There is some physical resemblance between two Freyas!
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We have seen many pictures of athletic and muscular women here now. How nice it would be if they were also tied up and tortured.
So here are some muscle ladies in bondage peril.
So here are some muscle ladies in bondage peril.
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I couldn’t agree more. I love when the outfits are actual sportswear and the models look like they are athletes with muscle tone, not just a “regular” skinny model who has thrown on a pair of running shoes or swimsuit as a costume..
A few of my personal favorites below:
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And let's not forget Sarah De Herdt, who started out as a track sprinter, before turning to bodybuilding and other things, shame about the outfit
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“ Eventually she could fight it no longer, and she screamed with what little air she had left in her lungs, a primal roar that briefly filled the mask with bubbles, her final noise a watery scream of defiance and fury at her captors.
She now had no choice but to suck the water into her lungs. She thrashed against the straps holding her – there was no release this time, her chest heaving frantically as her lungs tried to pull the oxygen from the fluid now filling them. Her face was a vision of terror trapped within the mask, the water inside the mask swirling in a vortex as it moved in and out of her gaping mouth.”
PURE GOLD.
She now had no choice but to suck the water into her lungs. She thrashed against the straps holding her – there was no release this time, her chest heaving frantically as her lungs tried to pull the oxygen from the fluid now filling them. Her face was a vision of terror trapped within the mask, the water inside the mask swirling in a vortex as it moved in and out of her gaping mouth.”
PURE GOLD.
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Now, this is the correct type of pics that should be posted on this thread, and NOT the PG-rated others. Thanks!
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