Emma at home
Part 2: Deflated
He moved his van over to the barn, no point making extra work for himself.. He opened the barn door – Emma wasn’t where he’d left her, she’d come round, and had started trying to worm her way across the floor of the barn towards the opposite door.. She hadn’t got far, and was grunting from the effort. She hadn’t managed to slip out of any of the ties so her movements were very limited but it hadn’t stopped her trying, the wires from the tazer were dragging behind her, there was blood on her back – he correctly assumed she’d unsuccessfully tried to pull the probes out of her skin.
On hearing the sound of the door opening she rolled onto her side to see who had done this to her.. She was clearly furious – a torrent of muffled abuse started streaming out of her gagged mouth as soon as he entered the barn, this was good – he liked it when they had some fight, it would make what was to come all the more enjoyable.
He left her there on the floor struggling violently against the plastic cuffs while he got his equipment unloaded.
He brought in a tall step ladder, and using a webbing strap attached a pulley to one of the stout exposed timber roof trusses. The beam was around 10 feet in the air which would be ample, he threaded a long rope over the pulley and using a figure 8 knot tied a carabiner to one end of the rope and then attaching the clip to one of the weights machines until he needed it later.
More straps appeared, he’d brough some cargo tie-down straps along with their tensioners, and he attached them to some anchor points whoever had installed the concrete floor of the barn had thoughtfully provided. His improvised set-up wasn’t going to win any awards for artistic bondage, but it would keep the strong athlete pulled taut and prevent her moving around too much while he was working on her.
Satisfied, he turned his attention back to the hogtied runner who was still thrashing furiously against her bonds. Like his restraints, the stun gun wasn’t an elegant solution but after a jolt to the base of her skull she was soon laying still on the floor. He dragged her unresisting form between the straps on the floor and snipped the cable tie between her ankles and her wrists.
With practiced efficiency he attached her wrist and ankle cuffs to the straps, pulled the excess length of the straps through tensioners before using the ratchets to pull her lean body taut.
With the motion and new stress on her body Emma started to come around quickly, and was soon taking stock of her situation – she now found herself on her back, staring up at the ceiling of her gym, her arms pulled above her head, the pain from the plastic cuffs cutting into her wrists and ankles was intense, but she could do nothing to relieve the pressure.
He sat back and watched her as she tested her new position – her muscles beautifully defined as she flexed them attempting to break free, breathing fast through her nose with the exertion.
She was still wearing her sports bra and running shorts, they were both soaked with sweat from her workout, and now the added stress of being a helpless captive on the floor of her own studio.
He retrieved a small plastic case from one of his bags and knelt down beside Emma, who continued to incandesce with rage..
He ceremoniously pulled out an enormous needle and waved it in front of her eyes.
Emma froze, the man didn’t know but she had an acute phobia of needles and this was by far the largest one she’d ever seen - her anger was suddenly replaced with a deep sense of dread.
He examined the needle carefully, and dragged it over her washboard abdomen, leaving a fine white scratch on her otherwise flawless skin. This was met with renewed struggles and muffled expletives, although her eyes never left the large gauge needle as he moved it around her body.
He reached into the case and pulled out a small device which he inserted onto the end of the needle – it was a very small one-way valve that would only allow fluids to pass in one direction, if the fluid tried to flow the other way the diaphragm would shut.
He knelt by her side and ran his fingers over her rib cage – her body fat percentage was so low that her ribs were clearly defined at the best of times, and with her arms pulled viciously over her head they looked almost skeletal.
He counted her ribs on his left as he looked down on her, found the space in between them he was looking for just below the line of her sports bra, and aligned the needle horizontally. Emma was watching wide-eyed, he caught her gaze and stared directly into her fearful blue eyes as pushed the thick needle firmly into her torso..
She MMMMPHHHHED loudly, not solely at the pain, but the awful sensation it caused in her chest, she was breathing hard, trying not to panic at the helplessness she was feeling, powerless to prevent her assailant doing whatever he wanted to her immobilized body.
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He rested his other hand on the opposite side of her ribcage and applied a firm pressure to the needle, forcing it through the intercostal muscles between her ribs.. When he felt a slight easing of pressure he stopped – this meant the needle had passed into the pleural cavity between her lung and her chest.
He paused, and wiggled the needle, enjoying the expression of terror on the bound woman’s face – she could see the needle protruding from her body, but still was none the wiser as to it’s purpose, she was trying to calm her breathing as she could feel the needle sticking her with every rise and fall of her chest, tears were starting to flow down her cheeks.
The man now moved his position and straddled the forlorn athlete. He made himself comfortable, again looked Emma straight in her pretty eyes and opened the valve on the needle.
To his disappointment, there was no noticeable effect, air was not moving into her chest – this was something he’d been worried about, there was no reason for the air to flow through the needle and into her chest cavity when there was a much easier path through her nose and into her lungs. Thankfully the solution was a simple one – he pinched her nose shut and waited..
She tried to hold her breath, but the cutting off of her air supply in this way caused her to panic - her instinct to breathe was so strong that her chest was soon heaving mightily, trying to suck in air through her nose, and little by little, air was drawn through the needle into her chest cavity, slowly but surely deflating her lung. As she tried to exhale, the small valve did it’s job and sealed shut, preventing the air from escaping her body.. Emma was smart, she now realized what was being done to her body and her eyes grew steadily wider as the air continued to enter her chest, causing a faint reedy sound as the diaphragm let the air pass through.. He kept her nose firmly pinched shut, her face was discoloring now as she suffocated and her chest was spasming as her body desperately tied to suck in some oxygen – it was a catch 22 as the harder her body fought, the more air it drew into her chest..
With her exertions he knew it wouldn’t be long until she would lose consciousness so when her eyes started to roll back in her head he let go of her delicate nose.. At the same time he closed the valve on the needle, trapping the air inside her, whenever her ribcage tried to deflate, the air in her chest cavity pressed painfully against her lung and the inside of her rib cage as if she had a balloon inside her.
She greedily sucked in the air through her nose, her chest on fire but the need to breathe overrode the horrible pain.
She slowly managed to catch her breath, but between the gag on her mouth, and now only having 50% of her respiratory system available, she was finding it hard to breath even just laying motionless on the floor.
Emma couldn’t imagine how this could get any worse – when she had first awoken on the bound and gagged on the floor she was sure it was just a robbery, her worst case fear was that she’d be raped, but she’d never imagined a scenario like this – someone very deliberately and precisely torturing her, and he hadn’t even spoken a word – he was still straddling her body, seemingly watching her response to his procedure intently.
Her chest hurt from the inside out, she couldn’t catch her breath and her needle phobia was threatening to push her into a full-on panic attack which she knew would only make things worse.. She screwed her eyes shut and tried to distance herself from what was happening to her body, terrified of what else he may have in store for her, with the exception of her footwear she was still fully clothed which only added to her sense of foreboding.
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She didn’t have long to wait, after a few minutes he got to his feet and took a few paces back to admire her athletic physique stretched out on the floor. She’d been an elite athlete for many years, and her body was sculpted to perfection, her muscles all beautifully defined as her frame was pulled taut.
Keeping her stretched out, he released some of the tension on the straps holding her in place, and with the slightly increased amount of movement that afforded he rolled her quickly onto her stomach, taking care not to roll her over on the side where the needle still protruded from her ribs. He re-tightened the straps and grabbed a handful of leather straps from his bag, taking a moment to enjoy the view of her exquisite butt as she lay prone on the cold concrete floor – he also couldn’t resist running his hands up the length of her legs and giving her toned muscles a squeeze.. He knelt heavily on her back, and steadied himself as she squirmed beneath him, the pain in her chest spiking as it was squashed, along with the pain of her hip and rib bones grinding against the floor.
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Emma had beautiful blond hair – long and strong, and he now grabbed it roughly from between her outstretched arms and began knotting it into the leather straps, yanking on them violently to make sure they wouldn’t slip free – Emma protested at the pain and jolting of her head, but could do nothing but endure until he was done. It was tricky work, but eventually he was satisfied and he reached over and grabbed the rope he had set up over the pulley and attached it to the leather straps attached to her hair. He pulled on the rope, yanking her head up and backwards, her eyes darting around at this new stress being added to her position, the veins on her neck standing out and visibly pulsing as her head was drawn back, her strong jawline thrust out.
Moving quickly, he got off her back while she was adjusting to this position and cut the ties binding her wrists, and before she could react he drew her toned arms behind her back, and using more zip-ties he quickly fastened her slender wrists to the opposite elbows, and added a couple around her forearms as well. Not the prettiest, but it would keep her hands immobilized and out of the way, and with the bonus of making her stick her chest slightly out..
She’d been face down, and Emma couldn’t see what he’d been working on, so when her head was yanked even further upwards she yelped in muffled surprise.. He kept dragging her up and she tied to scream in protest, eventually she managed to get her legs under her and take the weight of her scalp for a brief respite, although it would be short-lived. He kept pulling the rope until she was standing on her tiptoes, her tightly bound ankles making her take tiny steps on her toes to keep her balance as she swayed from her hair.. This was another new kind of pain for Emma, it felt like every hair on her head was going to be ripped out of her scalp, and the way her body now dangled downwards from her neck was horribly unnatural.
Once more he took a moment to admire her body - raised on her toes as she was her calf and thigh muscles were working hard, flexing beautifully as she teetered around on her painted toes.
With the strain on her scalp she couldn’t move her head, and her eyes were frantically darting around as she tried to find any way out of this nightmarish scene – her arms were useless, her ankles were bound, her chest was hurting more by the minute and her breathing was fast and shallow.. While she was still taking stock of her new situation, he pulled heavily on the rope connected to her scalp, raising the frantic woman fully into the air.. She wasn’t heavy, around 120 pounds but it still required a reasonable effort on his part to suspend her like this, and her screams through her gag were immediate and raw – he raised her so the tips of her outstretched toes were around 2 feet off the ground, and tied the rope off around one of the wooden columns, and clipped a strap from her ankle restraints to the floor of the barn so stop her from swinging too much.
Emma felt the skin was being ripped off her skull – she desperately wanted to struggle to get free but she soon figured out that any movement made the pain worse so she resorted to trying to remain as still as possible, and try to occupy her mind as the pain mounted second by second..
One side of the gym was mirrored, not out of vanity, but so Emma could make sure she was maintaining good form during her plyometric and weight work-outs..
As a professional athlete, she had always felt very in tune with her body, but now she found herself staring back at a vision of herself that she could barely recognize..
She was still wearing the running kit she’d selected just a couple of hours ago, but other than that the helpless woman dangling from her hair staring back at her was a stranger.
Her cheeks bulged over the top of the tightly wound tape that was gagging her, her arms were bound behind her back fully exposing her 6 pack torso, her small breasts were still concealed by the fabric of her sports bra but the way her arms were bound was definitely accentuating them – her nipples pressing noticeably against the fabric.
Her beautiful long legs dangled helplessly, her tanned muscles of no use whatsoever to her now, her bound ankles attached to the floor..
She could see the needle protruding from her ribs – it seemed so small but the pain and discomfort it was causing here were getting steadily worse, all the more so with the stress on her chest from her suspended position.
She’d always through that if she was attacked she’d be able to just run away, but she was now completely helpless and couldn’t get away from her attacker..
That line stuck in her head “ I can’t get away.. I can’t get away…I can’t get away” and she fought down another panic attack, even with all the terror and pain she knew she had to regulate her heart rate and breathing if she was going to survive.
She was brought back to the reality of her surroundings when she heard the barn door squeak open, and she saw the man disappearing outside.. She tried to shout after him – her initial defiance and anger had certainly been tempered by what he’d done to her, but she was terrified to be left helpless like this - was he coming back?? She didn’t know how long she could last in this position – maybe her hair or scalp would rip free and she could escape?? The door banged shut and she was left alone with her suffering, pain and her relentless inner dialogue..
To be continued..
