Someone must've been having fun with Photoshop then.
Athletic GIMPs
Re: Athletic GIMPs
Yes, I found the same. Some photoshopping done there for sure.
Speaking of digitised fantasies…
Re: Athletic GIMPs
Emma at Home
Part IV: Out of Breath
He rolled the barn door open, Emma was still hanging from her beautiful hair, her body turning very slightly in the breeze from the open door. She had her eyes closed, focusing entirely on maintaining her breathing, trying to put the agony in her scalp and chest to one side but when she heard the door creak open her blue eyes opened, and he saw a range of emotions flash across her face.. Hope that someone had found her, quickly changing to despair that it was her captor who had returned.
He walked slowly over to her, savoring the sight of the helpless athlete, her body had a light sheen of sweat, and her smooth skin glistened invitingly. He ran his hands over her taught torso, feeling her abs, and grabbing the her muscular butt through the thin fabric of her lycra shorts. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her hands were balled into tight fists, bound behind her back.. He lingered a moment, feeling the heat radiating from her body, enjoying the power he had over this magnificent specimen of a female body.
She tried to catch his attention, to plead for release with her pretty eyes – he caught her gaze, her pitiful puppy eyes on such a strong woman adding to his enjoyment of his control of her fate.. He tenderly stroked the portion of her cheek poking out over the top of the duct tape – he could easily let her down and end her ordeal – that was what she was clearly begging for with the limited facial expressions available to her, but it was only beginning.. He gave her lovely face a final stroke, and went over to the rope that was suspending her by her hair, her face showing looking relieved at the impending end of the torturous position, but it rapidly changed to surprise as he lifted her further, her hair now in danger of getting tangled in the pulley above. He caught her expression and smiled a nasty smile at her and walked away.
Her gym was very well equipped, and he walked over to her weights area. Her barbell was in it’s place on her bench press, he undid the collars and removed the weight plates from the metal bar.
The bar was slightly shorter than the standard 7ft, having been selected specifically for her frame, but even at 6 ft it still weighted in at over 10kg by itself. He easily picked it up, and with Emma watching his every movement, laid it below her.
Her ankles were still zip tied, and attached with a fabric strap to a loop in the floor directly below her. Her ankles were cut where her struggles had sliced her tanned skin, although the blood was mostly congealed as she had tried to remain still while dangling from her hair, her muscular legs dangling uselessly.
Suspended as she was, her crotch was roughly in line with his face as he stood in front of her, so he had to reach up to hook his thumbs into the waistband of her black lycra new balance shorts. He felt her body stiffen, and paused to enjoy this moment while her Emma held her breath. It was the first time he’d touched her in an intimate area – she’d been trying to prepare herself for this, but it was still a shock to feel his hands about to expose her most private areas. With exaggerated slowness, he unhurriedly pulled her shorts over the ridges of her hip bones, over the curve of her ass, and down the smoothness of her lower abdominal muscles. He paused just before exposing the top of her pussy, and then yanked the stretchy garment down to her knees, the unexpectedly sudden motion causing the trembling woman to gasp as best she could through the gag of her socks..
Her exposed crotch was exactly as he’d imagined it – completely smooth, with a small triangular white patch of skin contrasting starkly with the rest of her deeply tanned body.
With her ankles bound as they were, she had a delightful thigh gap at the top of her muscular legs which he took the opportunity to explore with his fingers, the bound runner trying unsuccessfully to squirm away from the invasion of her body, tears escaping from her eyes even though they were now screwed shut.
He bent down and picked up the barbell laying below her, and stood it upright, the solid bar making a heavy thonk on the concrete floor. He moved behind her, and passed the barbell between her bound legs, leaning it on the zipties binding her ankles together, added another ziptie around her ankles and the barbell to prevent it from slipping, and moved to her side. Emma’s feet were about 2 feet off the floor, and the top of the bar was about level with her hips, without and warning he jammed the top end of the barbell into her vagina. Emma hadn’t been expecting this, her eyes went wide as the cold metal entered her - she immediately began to struggle to dislodge the steel bar that was impaling her, but bound as she was she could do nothing. The upper flange of the bar was just below her labia, she struggled to use her legs and feet to raise herself on the bar, but she couldn’t get enough grip, even the knurled pattern on the bar could offer no assistance as she scrabbled frantically, her scalp contributing an extra wave of pain with the increased movement.
Whilst admiring her struggles, he wrapped an extra ziptie just above her knees and around the bar just to make sure she couldn’t dislodge it.
He moved over to the rope suspending Emma, and slowly began to lower her, impaling her deeper onto the steel bar.. She groaned through her gag, now fully understanding what was happening as she felt herself dropping, and her struggles renewed, inadvertently moving her hips sensually as the top collar of the barbell slipped inside her, causing another groan at the indignity.
He slowly lowered her a few more inches, illiciting frantic muffled screams from the bound athlete as her weight began to press against her cervix, pain blossoming deep inside her.
He knew if he let all her weight rest for too long on the bar inside her it might be fatal as the laws of physics would concentrate all her weight on the 1” diameter rod – it world force it’s way relentlessly up through her abdomen, eventually piercing her diaphragm and possibly her heart. The barbell had a blunt end so he wasn’t sure how long this process might take, and even though that would be quite a spectacle to witness, he had other things planned for the unfortunate woman, so he left with about half her weight pressing on her cervix, the other half supported by her screaming scalp.
Emma was groaning into her gag, physical pain, the helplessness of her situation and the humiliation of being objectified like this was overloading her brain. She knew she was mentally tough, but dealing with this assault was already taking its mental and physical toll.
He picked up the rounders bat he’d found in the garage earlier. It looked like a miniature baseball bat, only around 18 inches long, and made to be swung with a single hand.
He swung it experimentally – Emma still had her eyes screwed shut, so he tapped her lightly on her collar bone and her eyes sprung open at the unexpected touch.
He swung the small bat theatrically in front of her, her toes were still a good 3 inches above the ground, but they were almost eye-to-eye.
He ran the coarse wood up and down the side of her body, tapping her ribs thoughtfully as he went. He also cut off her sports bra which until now it had given her a small about of modesty, it fell to the floor exposing her small tits, and her large nipples which were standing proudly erect.
Emma’s heart sank even further, until now she’d been holding on to the hope of release and somehow getting back to her normal life of training and racing, but from his very calculated torture of her so far she knew whatever was about to happen might put paid to that.
Running was her life, she spent so much time and effort to avoid getting injured that to now be utterly helpless while a stranger was about to deliberately inflict damage on her body her was unfathomable to her.
He paced slowly around her, tapping lightly on various spots on her taut body – her protruding hip bones, the outside of her knees, her ankles and shins, her elbows behind her back.
She had no doubt these spots were where he’d be targeting, and that this was all part of his psychological torture, making her anticipate the upcoming assault, and she was completely correct in her assessment.
It was only a short bat so it didn’t have the momentum of a baseball bat, but it did allow the man to have much greater control over the placement and power of the impacts. He was right handed, and his first blow landed on the outside of her left knee, causing her leg to be crushed between the bat and the metal bar between her legs. It took a second for the pain to register and blossom, but when it did Emma’s scream was her loudest yet, a cry of not only pain, but at her future slipping away and her helplessness to do anything about it. 2 more solid blows landed in quick succession on the outside her joint – she tried to somehow protect herself but she couldn’t twist away and the bat found it’s mark. He didn’t want to break any bones - if she somehow survived this any bones would heal quickly, but damage to her joints would take far longer, and he enjoyed not only the pain he was causing the beautiful runner, but the mental anguish of her longer term injuries.
He slowly circled her, mercilessly raining down blows strategically on her body, Emma’s cry’s of anguish merging together, punctuated by the sound of wood on bone. Her whole body was trembling, he interspersed the blows to her joints with strikes on her muscles – her strong thighs, calves and hamstrings were all beaten severely, her small tits jiggling with the impacts.
After a particularly well targeted blow to her ankle, a stream of urine appeared as she lost control of her bladder, running down the bar and forming a puddle on the base, and her eyes flickered closed – her head would have lolled forward if she were not still supported by her hair as she passed into merciful darkness.
He lowered her the floor, laying the unconscious woman on her back away from the puddle of piss. He snipped the zip ties binding her knees and ankles, and cut away her lycra shorts, leaving them close by. He removed the barbell from her vagina, and now used the steel pole as a spreader bar, using the collars on the bar as an anchor to bind her ankles to, ensuring she wouldn’t be able to close her legs. The angry bruises and welts on her formerly pristine limbs were already appearing.
While she was still unconscious he stripped off his clothes – the time had come for him to take advantage of the bound athlete. Even with the damage he’d just inflicted her body was still a sight to behold, a sheen of sweat giving it a delightful glow in the afternoon sun streaming in through the high windows of the barn. As a precaution he wrapped her hands in duct tape – they were still bound behind her, but as he would be in much closer proximity to her he didn’t want to take any chances, cocooning them in silver tape, turning them into useless stubs.
He grabbed an ammonia capsule from his bag and cracked it under her nose, the acrid smell bringing her back into consciousness just as he positioned himself between her slender, beautifully toned thighs. Even though she was still regaining her senses she knew what was about to happen – she tried to plead with her eyes, but he matched her gaze, staring directly into her blue grey eyes as he pushed inside her.
Her pussy was just as he’d hoped it would be, tight and silky.. His thrusts caused her to jerk painfully against the restraints causing waves of agony from her recently beaten body and it wasn’t long before he came deep inside her..
He lay on top of her a while, enjoying her chest rising and falling beneath him while the helpless woman lay there sobbing through her gag.
Eventually he got up, dressed and headed back to the main house to retrieve a couple of cold beers from the fridge. He drank one slowly as he strolled back to the gym.
She hadn’t moved an inch when he returned, and he wasted no time in using the barbell /spreader bar to roll her on to her stomach before grabbing a foam roller from her stretching area and placing it under her hips to display her ass at an inviting angle. Recovered from his earlier effort he again stripped, and positioned himself between her spread legs, Emma was frantically shaking her head - she’d never tried anal sex and the thought that it was about to be forced on her while she was bound and gagged made her want to throw up. She knew that she couldn’t stop what was about to happen but she still tried, desperately flexing her arms to dislodge her wrists from their binds and remove the tape from her hands.. It was all to no avail, she felt the tip of his penis slip between her ass cheeks and nestle against her butthole.. She held her breath and tried to relax to lessen the impending pain..
He took his time, from her reactions he knew she’d never been fucked in the ass before, the knowledge he was taking her anal virginity made the experience even more pleasurable for him as he slowly forced himself deep inside her. Her pussy had been tight, and her ass was exquisite – he slowed his thrusts to avoid it being over to quickly, savoring the feeling of being so intimately inside her. Eventually he deposited his load deep inside her and pulled out, wiping himself on Emma’s shorts that he retrieved from down beside her bloodied knees.
He grabbed one of the massage balls he’d brought back from the main house and waved it in front of Emma’s tear-filled eyes. She stared blankly at the black rubber spheres, surprised by their appearance at this moment, and not having the mind of a sadist she failed to link them to her current predicament.
He knelt by her side, and forced the device between her muscular butt cheeks.
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The penny finally dropped for her, and she struggled frantically, but there was nothing she could do to prevent herself being violated by another object. He wasn’t gentle - the only lubricant was the semen that was leaking out from her recent rape. He was a well endowed man, but the diameter of the ball still exceeded that of his penis, so even through her ring had been stretched, it needed to stretch even further to accommodate the ball.
As the pain increased Emma was screaming into her gag, sure that her ass was about to rip open. Eventually the largest part was inside her and it slipped in easily, once of the spheres now buried in her.
He debated whether to leave it protruding like this, but he’d very much enjoyed how the bound woman struggled and whimpered as the first half was forced inside her so he resumed pushing it, although taking it much slower, her anus stretched massively around the black rubber.
Her screams were now hoarse and her breathing was becoming ragged, the effects of only one lung beginning to take a serious toll. Once the widest part had passed her sphincter, he released his pressure and let her body draw the object into her rectum.
He again used the spreader bar to roll her onto her back once more, and unceremoniously pushed his fingers into her exposed pussy, pushing hard inside her to feel the outline of the balls buried within her, eliciting groans of protest at another kind of violation.
He stood up and regarded the forlorn figure of the athlete at his feet. She’d held up well so far – he loved that about torturing elite sportswomen, their bodies and minds could handle so much.
He grabbed the beer he had brought back from the house, and opened it while he made the preparations for Emma’s final torment, enjoying her sensual motions as she strove to get some relief from the pain wracking her body, and the painful object in her ass..
Eventually he tossed the empty bottle away and knelt down, straddling her chest, but to her surprise he began to remove the tape wound round her head. He’d checked around the property when he’d grabbed the beers, there wasn’t anyone for miles and he wasn’t worried about anyone hearing any screams now.
As he removed the final layer of tape she pushed out the socks from her mouth and flexed her jaw, this was the first time she’d been able to speak since her ordeal began, and he was disappointed she hadn’t thought of anything more original to say..
Her voice was hoarse and strained from her collapsed lung, she barely recognized herself.
“P p p please just let me go… I don’t know why you’re doing this to me, I don’t care just please let me go, I won’t tell anyone, just please…”
He laid a finger on her lips, the universal gesture for silence, and gently caressed her cheek, wiping away the tears rolling down her face, and kissed her tenderly on the lips..
She calmed down slightly at the gentle touch.. “Please, if you let me go….”
He didn’t say anything, but again placed his finger on her lips, and sat back on his heels, looking town at Emma’s lovely face, her expression a mix of exhaustion, terror and pain.
From his pocket he pulled out a plastic case containing a large needle identical to the one he’d used on her earlier, the one-way valve was already attached. Emma recognized it, and now the screaming began, frantic pleas for help, for anyone to save her from this nightmare..
“NO!! Please, not this, please..”
She was thrashing frantically, so he couldn’t be as precise as before, but he found approximately the right space between her clearly defined ribs and plunged the needle into her chest.
“No no no! Please please please take it out take it out take it out oh please god take it out.. “
She could already feel the pressure in the other side of her chest increasing as her frantic breathing began to very slowly draw air into her pleural cavity and making it harder for her lung to expand and get her body the oxygen it needed..
She tried to calm herself, and speak rationally to him.. She tried to catch his eyes as he looked down on her, he caught her gaze and paused..
“Please, I’m begging you - don’t… don’t do this to me… ”
The sight of the second needle had freaked her out, her life was flashing before her eyes, and he hadn’t said a word to her throughout her ordeal.. “Please, just untie me, I’ll do anything you want, anything..” She made a final desperate bid to make some sort, any sort of human connection with man who held her life in his hands..
“I don’t know why you’re doing this to me.. Please let me go, you can just leave - I won’t tell a soul… You, you don’t even have to untie me, just leave me here…”
Her voice slowly faded as she listened to herself. She knew it was almost certainly futile – he could do (and had already done) whatever he wanted to her body.. He’d also made no effort to conceal his face, and he knew she would remember it, he’d been so methodical in his work that she knew he couldn’t leave her alive, but she couldn’t admit it to herself..
His DNA was all over her and deep inside her, maybe they’d be able to catch him and bring him to justice for what he’d done to her? That thought wasn’t much comfort to Emma as she lay helplessly bound on her back, her legs spread with her captor looming over her.
The man made no indication he’d even heard her, remaining unmoved by her pleas. Instead he placed his hands over her small breasts, and pressed down suddenly with all his weight, squeezing the air out of her chest - the one functioning side of her chest expelled air with a grunt through her vocal chords, the air trapped inside her chest cavity on the other side causing her agony as it crushed the useless lung within it..
He kept his full weight on her chest as she tried to expand her ribs..
“Can’t ……Breathe………Can’t…………..Breath……” she managed to croak out from under him..
He released his weight from her chest but immediately clamped his hands over her nose and mouth, sealing off any chance of pulling air into her lungs the conventional way, and instantly the rasping sound from the needle in her ribs indicated that air was entering her chest cavity..
He kept his hands over her nose and mouth for almost a minute, until the rasping had slowed significantly, indicating there wasn’t much space left in her chest. Her lungs would now be almost completely collapsed, and be unable to inflate to transfer gasses into our out of her bloodstream.
He un-straddled her, and knelt by her side, listening to her tortured breathing..
Emma was fading, her chest could barely move at all, she couldn’t draw the air into her lungs to extract the oxygen her body was screaming for, and remove the carbon dioxide poisoning her.. Her world was already spinning, tinged with red.. Her chest was on fire, her body not able to comprehend why her respiratory system wasn’t responding – through the agony she felt like she’d taken a huge deep breath but couldn’t exhale.
He couldn’t resist, and undressed one last time. She now understood why he’d removed her gag - he wanted to experience her gasping and suffering like this – it wouldn’t matter that she wasn’t gagged as she wouldn’t be able to call for help, no air was moving through her larynx…
He pushed inside her, and the feeling of her trembling breathing, the added sensation of the balls in her ass, felt through the membrane of her vagina gave him one of the most intense orgasms of his life inside the asphyxiating athlete. He collapsed spent on top of her, her body now convulsing in it’s final struggles to stay alive, fear filling her blue eyes as tears leaked down her face, her lips were loosing their colour due to lack of oxygen in her blood, her face was pale..
He kissed her on the lips, feeling her rapid, shallow breath in his face, and stood up and left her alone with her fear. The tiny amount of oxygen she could absorb was keeping her barely alive for now, although the delicate alveoli within her lungs had been damaged, and were bleeding – she would drown in her own blood before too long. She whispered a final “Please…” even as her eyes were already flickering closed.
He dressed himself, gathered his equipment and loaded it into his truck. He went over to Emma’s garage and retrieved the 2 jerry cans he’d noted earlier, and returned to the wooden barn housing the gym and the suffocating woman.
With some effort he loaded her treadmill and several other pieces of gym equipment into his truck – it seemed a shame to waste them, they would be a nice upgrade to his own gym and would always bring a smile to his face when he used them..
He liberally doused the inside of the barn with gasoline – she stirred slightly at the smell, but with her disfigured legs spread wide and still bound to the heavy bar, her hands covered in tape and bound behind her back she could do nothing to save herself even if she were not on the verge of suffocation.
Once both cans were empty, he made sure his truck had started before tossing a box of matches into the nearest pool of gas.. By the time he reached the main road, smoke could be seen rising in the distance from the inferno that had consumed the barn and it’s once stunning occupant..
The End
Part IV: Out of Breath
He rolled the barn door open, Emma was still hanging from her beautiful hair, her body turning very slightly in the breeze from the open door. She had her eyes closed, focusing entirely on maintaining her breathing, trying to put the agony in her scalp and chest to one side but when she heard the door creak open her blue eyes opened, and he saw a range of emotions flash across her face.. Hope that someone had found her, quickly changing to despair that it was her captor who had returned.
He walked slowly over to her, savoring the sight of the helpless athlete, her body had a light sheen of sweat, and her smooth skin glistened invitingly. He ran his hands over her taught torso, feeling her abs, and grabbing the her muscular butt through the thin fabric of her lycra shorts. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her hands were balled into tight fists, bound behind her back.. He lingered a moment, feeling the heat radiating from her body, enjoying the power he had over this magnificent specimen of a female body.
She tried to catch his attention, to plead for release with her pretty eyes – he caught her gaze, her pitiful puppy eyes on such a strong woman adding to his enjoyment of his control of her fate.. He tenderly stroked the portion of her cheek poking out over the top of the duct tape – he could easily let her down and end her ordeal – that was what she was clearly begging for with the limited facial expressions available to her, but it was only beginning.. He gave her lovely face a final stroke, and went over to the rope that was suspending her by her hair, her face showing looking relieved at the impending end of the torturous position, but it rapidly changed to surprise as he lifted her further, her hair now in danger of getting tangled in the pulley above. He caught her expression and smiled a nasty smile at her and walked away.
Her gym was very well equipped, and he walked over to her weights area. Her barbell was in it’s place on her bench press, he undid the collars and removed the weight plates from the metal bar.
The bar was slightly shorter than the standard 7ft, having been selected specifically for her frame, but even at 6 ft it still weighted in at over 10kg by itself. He easily picked it up, and with Emma watching his every movement, laid it below her.
Her ankles were still zip tied, and attached with a fabric strap to a loop in the floor directly below her. Her ankles were cut where her struggles had sliced her tanned skin, although the blood was mostly congealed as she had tried to remain still while dangling from her hair, her muscular legs dangling uselessly.
Suspended as she was, her crotch was roughly in line with his face as he stood in front of her, so he had to reach up to hook his thumbs into the waistband of her black lycra new balance shorts. He felt her body stiffen, and paused to enjoy this moment while her Emma held her breath. It was the first time he’d touched her in an intimate area – she’d been trying to prepare herself for this, but it was still a shock to feel his hands about to expose her most private areas. With exaggerated slowness, he unhurriedly pulled her shorts over the ridges of her hip bones, over the curve of her ass, and down the smoothness of her lower abdominal muscles. He paused just before exposing the top of her pussy, and then yanked the stretchy garment down to her knees, the unexpectedly sudden motion causing the trembling woman to gasp as best she could through the gag of her socks..
Her exposed crotch was exactly as he’d imagined it – completely smooth, with a small triangular white patch of skin contrasting starkly with the rest of her deeply tanned body.
With her ankles bound as they were, she had a delightful thigh gap at the top of her muscular legs which he took the opportunity to explore with his fingers, the bound runner trying unsuccessfully to squirm away from the invasion of her body, tears escaping from her eyes even though they were now screwed shut.
He bent down and picked up the barbell laying below her, and stood it upright, the solid bar making a heavy thonk on the concrete floor. He moved behind her, and passed the barbell between her bound legs, leaning it on the zipties binding her ankles together, added another ziptie around her ankles and the barbell to prevent it from slipping, and moved to her side. Emma’s feet were about 2 feet off the floor, and the top of the bar was about level with her hips, without and warning he jammed the top end of the barbell into her vagina. Emma hadn’t been expecting this, her eyes went wide as the cold metal entered her - she immediately began to struggle to dislodge the steel bar that was impaling her, but bound as she was she could do nothing. The upper flange of the bar was just below her labia, she struggled to use her legs and feet to raise herself on the bar, but she couldn’t get enough grip, even the knurled pattern on the bar could offer no assistance as she scrabbled frantically, her scalp contributing an extra wave of pain with the increased movement.
Whilst admiring her struggles, he wrapped an extra ziptie just above her knees and around the bar just to make sure she couldn’t dislodge it.
He moved over to the rope suspending Emma, and slowly began to lower her, impaling her deeper onto the steel bar.. She groaned through her gag, now fully understanding what was happening as she felt herself dropping, and her struggles renewed, inadvertently moving her hips sensually as the top collar of the barbell slipped inside her, causing another groan at the indignity.
He slowly lowered her a few more inches, illiciting frantic muffled screams from the bound athlete as her weight began to press against her cervix, pain blossoming deep inside her.
He knew if he let all her weight rest for too long on the bar inside her it might be fatal as the laws of physics would concentrate all her weight on the 1” diameter rod – it world force it’s way relentlessly up through her abdomen, eventually piercing her diaphragm and possibly her heart. The barbell had a blunt end so he wasn’t sure how long this process might take, and even though that would be quite a spectacle to witness, he had other things planned for the unfortunate woman, so he left with about half her weight pressing on her cervix, the other half supported by her screaming scalp.
Emma was groaning into her gag, physical pain, the helplessness of her situation and the humiliation of being objectified like this was overloading her brain. She knew she was mentally tough, but dealing with this assault was already taking its mental and physical toll.
He picked up the rounders bat he’d found in the garage earlier. It looked like a miniature baseball bat, only around 18 inches long, and made to be swung with a single hand.
He swung it experimentally – Emma still had her eyes screwed shut, so he tapped her lightly on her collar bone and her eyes sprung open at the unexpected touch.
He swung the small bat theatrically in front of her, her toes were still a good 3 inches above the ground, but they were almost eye-to-eye.
He ran the coarse wood up and down the side of her body, tapping her ribs thoughtfully as he went. He also cut off her sports bra which until now it had given her a small about of modesty, it fell to the floor exposing her small tits, and her large nipples which were standing proudly erect.
Emma’s heart sank even further, until now she’d been holding on to the hope of release and somehow getting back to her normal life of training and racing, but from his very calculated torture of her so far she knew whatever was about to happen might put paid to that.
Running was her life, she spent so much time and effort to avoid getting injured that to now be utterly helpless while a stranger was about to deliberately inflict damage on her body her was unfathomable to her.
He paced slowly around her, tapping lightly on various spots on her taut body – her protruding hip bones, the outside of her knees, her ankles and shins, her elbows behind her back.
She had no doubt these spots were where he’d be targeting, and that this was all part of his psychological torture, making her anticipate the upcoming assault, and she was completely correct in her assessment.
It was only a short bat so it didn’t have the momentum of a baseball bat, but it did allow the man to have much greater control over the placement and power of the impacts. He was right handed, and his first blow landed on the outside of her left knee, causing her leg to be crushed between the bat and the metal bar between her legs. It took a second for the pain to register and blossom, but when it did Emma’s scream was her loudest yet, a cry of not only pain, but at her future slipping away and her helplessness to do anything about it. 2 more solid blows landed in quick succession on the outside her joint – she tried to somehow protect herself but she couldn’t twist away and the bat found it’s mark. He didn’t want to break any bones - if she somehow survived this any bones would heal quickly, but damage to her joints would take far longer, and he enjoyed not only the pain he was causing the beautiful runner, but the mental anguish of her longer term injuries.
He slowly circled her, mercilessly raining down blows strategically on her body, Emma’s cry’s of anguish merging together, punctuated by the sound of wood on bone. Her whole body was trembling, he interspersed the blows to her joints with strikes on her muscles – her strong thighs, calves and hamstrings were all beaten severely, her small tits jiggling with the impacts.
After a particularly well targeted blow to her ankle, a stream of urine appeared as she lost control of her bladder, running down the bar and forming a puddle on the base, and her eyes flickered closed – her head would have lolled forward if she were not still supported by her hair as she passed into merciful darkness.
He lowered her the floor, laying the unconscious woman on her back away from the puddle of piss. He snipped the zip ties binding her knees and ankles, and cut away her lycra shorts, leaving them close by. He removed the barbell from her vagina, and now used the steel pole as a spreader bar, using the collars on the bar as an anchor to bind her ankles to, ensuring she wouldn’t be able to close her legs. The angry bruises and welts on her formerly pristine limbs were already appearing.
While she was still unconscious he stripped off his clothes – the time had come for him to take advantage of the bound athlete. Even with the damage he’d just inflicted her body was still a sight to behold, a sheen of sweat giving it a delightful glow in the afternoon sun streaming in through the high windows of the barn. As a precaution he wrapped her hands in duct tape – they were still bound behind her, but as he would be in much closer proximity to her he didn’t want to take any chances, cocooning them in silver tape, turning them into useless stubs.
He grabbed an ammonia capsule from his bag and cracked it under her nose, the acrid smell bringing her back into consciousness just as he positioned himself between her slender, beautifully toned thighs. Even though she was still regaining her senses she knew what was about to happen – she tried to plead with her eyes, but he matched her gaze, staring directly into her blue grey eyes as he pushed inside her.
Her pussy was just as he’d hoped it would be, tight and silky.. His thrusts caused her to jerk painfully against the restraints causing waves of agony from her recently beaten body and it wasn’t long before he came deep inside her..
He lay on top of her a while, enjoying her chest rising and falling beneath him while the helpless woman lay there sobbing through her gag.
Eventually he got up, dressed and headed back to the main house to retrieve a couple of cold beers from the fridge. He drank one slowly as he strolled back to the gym.
She hadn’t moved an inch when he returned, and he wasted no time in using the barbell /spreader bar to roll her on to her stomach before grabbing a foam roller from her stretching area and placing it under her hips to display her ass at an inviting angle. Recovered from his earlier effort he again stripped, and positioned himself between her spread legs, Emma was frantically shaking her head - she’d never tried anal sex and the thought that it was about to be forced on her while she was bound and gagged made her want to throw up. She knew that she couldn’t stop what was about to happen but she still tried, desperately flexing her arms to dislodge her wrists from their binds and remove the tape from her hands.. It was all to no avail, she felt the tip of his penis slip between her ass cheeks and nestle against her butthole.. She held her breath and tried to relax to lessen the impending pain..
He took his time, from her reactions he knew she’d never been fucked in the ass before, the knowledge he was taking her anal virginity made the experience even more pleasurable for him as he slowly forced himself deep inside her. Her pussy had been tight, and her ass was exquisite – he slowed his thrusts to avoid it being over to quickly, savoring the feeling of being so intimately inside her. Eventually he deposited his load deep inside her and pulled out, wiping himself on Emma’s shorts that he retrieved from down beside her bloodied knees.
He grabbed one of the massage balls he’d brought back from the main house and waved it in front of Emma’s tear-filled eyes. She stared blankly at the black rubber spheres, surprised by their appearance at this moment, and not having the mind of a sadist she failed to link them to her current predicament.
He knelt by her side, and forced the device between her muscular butt cheeks.
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The penny finally dropped for her, and she struggled frantically, but there was nothing she could do to prevent herself being violated by another object. He wasn’t gentle - the only lubricant was the semen that was leaking out from her recent rape. He was a well endowed man, but the diameter of the ball still exceeded that of his penis, so even through her ring had been stretched, it needed to stretch even further to accommodate the ball.
As the pain increased Emma was screaming into her gag, sure that her ass was about to rip open. Eventually the largest part was inside her and it slipped in easily, once of the spheres now buried in her.
He debated whether to leave it protruding like this, but he’d very much enjoyed how the bound woman struggled and whimpered as the first half was forced inside her so he resumed pushing it, although taking it much slower, her anus stretched massively around the black rubber.
Her screams were now hoarse and her breathing was becoming ragged, the effects of only one lung beginning to take a serious toll. Once the widest part had passed her sphincter, he released his pressure and let her body draw the object into her rectum.
He again used the spreader bar to roll her onto her back once more, and unceremoniously pushed his fingers into her exposed pussy, pushing hard inside her to feel the outline of the balls buried within her, eliciting groans of protest at another kind of violation.
He stood up and regarded the forlorn figure of the athlete at his feet. She’d held up well so far – he loved that about torturing elite sportswomen, their bodies and minds could handle so much.
He grabbed the beer he had brought back from the house, and opened it while he made the preparations for Emma’s final torment, enjoying her sensual motions as she strove to get some relief from the pain wracking her body, and the painful object in her ass..
Eventually he tossed the empty bottle away and knelt down, straddling her chest, but to her surprise he began to remove the tape wound round her head. He’d checked around the property when he’d grabbed the beers, there wasn’t anyone for miles and he wasn’t worried about anyone hearing any screams now.
As he removed the final layer of tape she pushed out the socks from her mouth and flexed her jaw, this was the first time she’d been able to speak since her ordeal began, and he was disappointed she hadn’t thought of anything more original to say..
Her voice was hoarse and strained from her collapsed lung, she barely recognized herself.
“P p p please just let me go… I don’t know why you’re doing this to me, I don’t care just please let me go, I won’t tell anyone, just please…”
He laid a finger on her lips, the universal gesture for silence, and gently caressed her cheek, wiping away the tears rolling down her face, and kissed her tenderly on the lips..
She calmed down slightly at the gentle touch.. “Please, if you let me go….”
He didn’t say anything, but again placed his finger on her lips, and sat back on his heels, looking town at Emma’s lovely face, her expression a mix of exhaustion, terror and pain.
From his pocket he pulled out a plastic case containing a large needle identical to the one he’d used on her earlier, the one-way valve was already attached. Emma recognized it, and now the screaming began, frantic pleas for help, for anyone to save her from this nightmare..
“NO!! Please, not this, please..”
She was thrashing frantically, so he couldn’t be as precise as before, but he found approximately the right space between her clearly defined ribs and plunged the needle into her chest.
“No no no! Please please please take it out take it out take it out oh please god take it out.. “
She could already feel the pressure in the other side of her chest increasing as her frantic breathing began to very slowly draw air into her pleural cavity and making it harder for her lung to expand and get her body the oxygen it needed..
She tried to calm herself, and speak rationally to him.. She tried to catch his eyes as he looked down on her, he caught her gaze and paused..
“Please, I’m begging you - don’t… don’t do this to me… ”
The sight of the second needle had freaked her out, her life was flashing before her eyes, and he hadn’t said a word to her throughout her ordeal.. “Please, just untie me, I’ll do anything you want, anything..” She made a final desperate bid to make some sort, any sort of human connection with man who held her life in his hands..
“I don’t know why you’re doing this to me.. Please let me go, you can just leave - I won’t tell a soul… You, you don’t even have to untie me, just leave me here…”
Her voice slowly faded as she listened to herself. She knew it was almost certainly futile – he could do (and had already done) whatever he wanted to her body.. He’d also made no effort to conceal his face, and he knew she would remember it, he’d been so methodical in his work that she knew he couldn’t leave her alive, but she couldn’t admit it to herself..
His DNA was all over her and deep inside her, maybe they’d be able to catch him and bring him to justice for what he’d done to her? That thought wasn’t much comfort to Emma as she lay helplessly bound on her back, her legs spread with her captor looming over her.
The man made no indication he’d even heard her, remaining unmoved by her pleas. Instead he placed his hands over her small breasts, and pressed down suddenly with all his weight, squeezing the air out of her chest - the one functioning side of her chest expelled air with a grunt through her vocal chords, the air trapped inside her chest cavity on the other side causing her agony as it crushed the useless lung within it..
He kept his full weight on her chest as she tried to expand her ribs..
“Can’t ……Breathe………Can’t…………..Breath……” she managed to croak out from under him..
He released his weight from her chest but immediately clamped his hands over her nose and mouth, sealing off any chance of pulling air into her lungs the conventional way, and instantly the rasping sound from the needle in her ribs indicated that air was entering her chest cavity..
He kept his hands over her nose and mouth for almost a minute, until the rasping had slowed significantly, indicating there wasn’t much space left in her chest. Her lungs would now be almost completely collapsed, and be unable to inflate to transfer gasses into our out of her bloodstream.
He un-straddled her, and knelt by her side, listening to her tortured breathing..
Emma was fading, her chest could barely move at all, she couldn’t draw the air into her lungs to extract the oxygen her body was screaming for, and remove the carbon dioxide poisoning her.. Her world was already spinning, tinged with red.. Her chest was on fire, her body not able to comprehend why her respiratory system wasn’t responding – through the agony she felt like she’d taken a huge deep breath but couldn’t exhale.
He couldn’t resist, and undressed one last time. She now understood why he’d removed her gag - he wanted to experience her gasping and suffering like this – it wouldn’t matter that she wasn’t gagged as she wouldn’t be able to call for help, no air was moving through her larynx…
He pushed inside her, and the feeling of her trembling breathing, the added sensation of the balls in her ass, felt through the membrane of her vagina gave him one of the most intense orgasms of his life inside the asphyxiating athlete. He collapsed spent on top of her, her body now convulsing in it’s final struggles to stay alive, fear filling her blue eyes as tears leaked down her face, her lips were loosing their colour due to lack of oxygen in her blood, her face was pale..
He kissed her on the lips, feeling her rapid, shallow breath in his face, and stood up and left her alone with her fear. The tiny amount of oxygen she could absorb was keeping her barely alive for now, although the delicate alveoli within her lungs had been damaged, and were bleeding – she would drown in her own blood before too long. She whispered a final “Please…” even as her eyes were already flickering closed.
He dressed himself, gathered his equipment and loaded it into his truck. He went over to Emma’s garage and retrieved the 2 jerry cans he’d noted earlier, and returned to the wooden barn housing the gym and the suffocating woman.
With some effort he loaded her treadmill and several other pieces of gym equipment into his truck – it seemed a shame to waste them, they would be a nice upgrade to his own gym and would always bring a smile to his face when he used them..
He liberally doused the inside of the barn with gasoline – she stirred slightly at the smell, but with her disfigured legs spread wide and still bound to the heavy bar, her hands covered in tape and bound behind her back she could do nothing to save herself even if she were not on the verge of suffocation.
Once both cans were empty, he made sure his truck had started before tossing a box of matches into the nearest pool of gas.. By the time he reached the main road, smoke could be seen rising in the distance from the inferno that had consumed the barn and it’s once stunning occupant..
The End
Re: Athletic GIMPs
A few more hotties destined for a bad day..
A few more of this cutie here
https://www.imagefap.com/photo/18604816 ... 67&page=0
A few more of this cutie here
https://www.imagefap.com/photo/18604816 ... 67&page=0
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Really enjoyed this set from IR for a few reasons..
Lovely physique, not too skinny.
Matt leggings, not shiny ones.. They look like actual sportwear, not just a shiny fetish item..
She’s not wearing underwear below those leggings – most runners don’t to avoid chafing
Shoes and socks kept on throughout
The way the straps dig into her muscles, yum..
https://www.infernalrestraints.com/ir/p ... 9RF&s=muse
Lovely physique, not too skinny.
Matt leggings, not shiny ones.. They look like actual sportwear, not just a shiny fetish item..
She’s not wearing underwear below those leggings – most runners don’t to avoid chafing
Shoes and socks kept on throughout
The way the straps dig into her muscles, yum..
https://www.infernalrestraints.com/ir/p ... 9RF&s=muse
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Re: Athletic GIMPs
Serves her right. Nice pics and narrative
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This cutie just broke (and I think is still continuing to break) the record for number of ultramarathons on consecutive days, currently up to 26 days in a row..
You’ve got to be able to tolerate a serious amount of pain to do that - look at those inner thighs, in another event she rubbed them totally raw, and I’d love to rub some salty hot sauce onto them..
The question is, if you were fortunate enough to have her company in your basement, what tortures would be fitting for a woman like this?
My two cents worth:
She seems to love the outdoors, so any times that she’s not being actively tortured she should be kept in a dark, hot, suffocating box with no room to stretch her limbs.
I also like this stress position – that would put real pressure on her knee and ankle joints – raising her hips up and pulling her ankles further downwards and outwards would certainly heighten her suffering.. Any other ideas?
My two cents worth:
She seems to love the outdoors, so any times that she’s not being actively tortured she should be kept in a dark, hot, suffocating box with no room to stretch her limbs.
I also like this stress position – that would put real pressure on her knee and ankle joints – raising her hips up and pulling her ankles further downwards and outwards would certainly heighten her suffering.. Any other ideas?
Re: Athletic GIMPs
Just a reminder that Lora Cross is THE Athletic GIMP right now (look at that muscle tone!) 
Hopefully the rest of you GIMPers get to see her in this AOH interrogation clip soon 
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