With the Wimbledon tournament about to begin in London, how about the recently crowned British #1 player, Katie Boulter..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QlpMMaKrdy4
Those legs are just perfect, I'd like to see her exquisite body displayed in all its glory so it can be appreciated before the whippings begin..
Athletic GIMPs
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Not the most current GIMP, but I saw some pics of American former Olympic champion diver Laura Wilkinson seeming to be training herself for torture.. Love the idea of swimmers caged underwater, all their athletic prowess rendered useless by their steel prison.
Here sweet Laura seems to be preparing for an extended incarceration jammed into a tiny cage, preventing her from stretching her lovely body, and getting ready for some extended spells in icy water to push her lung capacity to the limit and beyond. Also attaching electrodes to her tight body, and I think her pale skin would look quite lovely with some welts rising on it, and a ziptie cutting into her neck turning her face a lovely shade of red.
Here sweet Laura seems to be preparing for an extended incarceration jammed into a tiny cage, preventing her from stretching her lovely body, and getting ready for some extended spells in icy water to push her lung capacity to the limit and beyond. Also attaching electrodes to her tight body, and I think her pale skin would look quite lovely with some welts rising on it, and a ziptie cutting into her neck turning her face a lovely shade of red.
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Please be careful out there and always use protection - you don't know where she's been..
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Glad to see the fit "Cameron" is a GIMP again in a new clip. Her fitness model abs are beaten while she's hogtied and tied strappado 
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I don’t know why this particular scenario popped into my head for the lovely, curvy British athlete Molly Caudrey, but here it is..
She had angered a prominent Muslim cleric with one of her Instagram posts, and he’d used his diplomatic influence to get the young athlete abducted and transported to an isolated village in his home province to use her as an example of western corruption and the sinful lifestyles of the infidel.
She awoke chained spreadeagle, wearing the skintight purple lycra of her GB athletics kit.
As she came around and her vision began to focus, she realized she was outdoors, there was a large crowd assembled in front of her, the preacher was shouting passionately, and gesticulating in her direction. She had no idea what was being said, but as her faculties slowly returned she could sense the anger in the crowd directed towards her..
She began to tug on her restraints, her muscles and joints were already on fire and she figured she’d probably been suspended like this for some time, her muscular body on full display for the assembled crowd, the flimsy lycra of her kit doing little to preserve her modesty.
The cleric noticed that she was stirring, and he quickly made his way to stand next to the helpless young woman.
Tears began to stream down her face as he shouted incomprehensible words into her face, saliva spraying with his angry words, she tried to plead, but he didn’t seem to hear her, her cries lost in the clamor from the gathered mass.
The cleric was winding the crown into a frenzy, gesticulating at her, she was now thrashing in her bondage which only exited the crowd further, her muscles standing out on her tanned limbs as she strained against her bonds.
After a few more minutes of rhetoric he gave a cry and the crowd surged forward - some of them had bought sticks to beat her, some had brought stones to throw as they approached, and some just used their bare hands to pummel her, or yank her long blonde hair.
Her kit was quickly torn off her, and she felt many, many hands roughly groping and probing every inch of her toned, athletic frame. She screamed as she was violated, but there was nothing she could do to stop the onslaught, through the throng she could see some men were fighting over the torn parts of her kit, the part that had been covering her crotch seemed of particular value.
Eventually the cleric managed to establish some kind of order, and the crowd retreated from the bound athlete. Molly’s head was hanging, in shock at the prolonged assault and public sexual violation that she’d just endured, angry bruises and welts already appearing on her previously flawless skin. Words were shouted, and she felt her restraints being removed, and many hands seizing her body, lifting her high off the ground, she tried to struggle, but he had no chance of escaping the vice-like grips holding her.
They carried her through the crowd until they were outside the village, and there they stretched her out in the sand, her limbs bound to stakes that were hammered in to the baked dirt. The ropes were tightened, and the men stood back to admire the sobbing woman.
It seemed the village elders had been given the privilege of going first, and took turns at roughly raping her, before making way for the other men of the village who had been enjoying watching the infidel woman suffer.
Once they were done using her muscular body for their own pleasure, they resumed the destruction of it, punching her firm stomach, kicking her brutally in the ribs, grinding her fingers and toes under their sandals, before leaving the forlorn athlete to suffer in her bondage with many painful fractures to bones all over her body.
The sun was now high in the sky, and most of the villagers took the opportunity to hide from it’s heat and recover from their exertions.
While the men were dozing, several of the women of the village, clad in their full niqab attire took the opportunity to visit the helpless women, teasing her cruelly as she lay exposed in the mid-day sun. Her tanned skin was already starting to burn under the intense solar radiation, and they had brought cooking oil to rub over her body to focus the sun’s rays and accelerate the burning process. They squatted over her head, urinating on her face, laughing at her humiliation. As the mid-day heat subsided a constant stream of villagers came by to thrown rocks at her, spit on her, or just enjoy the sight of a western woman laying helpless in the dirt. After the sun had set, and the final set of prayers had been said for the day, they left her alone as the temperature began to drop. Molly was soon shivering uncontrollably, her burned skin contributing to the heat loss from her body as the stars began to appear overhead.
Later that night, long after everyone had departed, a lone woman came to her creeping through the shadows and knelt furtively at her side.
She spoke softly some words that Molly didn’t understand, before placing a small bottle of cool water against her parched lips. She croaked a thankyou and quickly drained the bottle.
The woman disappeared into the inky blackness, if Molly knew the words she had spoken loosely translated as “Drink this, it will keep you alive so you can endure your humiliation for longer..”, she may not have accepted the life-giving liquid so eagerly.
The naked athlete shook uncontrollably from the cold under the sparkling night sky, the pain in her injured body prevented her from sliding into sleep to escape her misery.
The morning call to prayer signaled the start of another day for the village, and Molly had no choice but to endure another full day of rape and beating, still stretched out in the dirt, now lying in a pool of her own excrement, much to the amusement of the villagers.
One of the more creative locals wrapped her head tighly in a turban, and encouraged the bystanders to urinate on it, creating quite the spectacle as the young athlete fought for breath through the piss-soaked fabric.
As the day wore on and interest in the fetid, burned and blistered woman began to fade – one of two of the crueler elders came to visit her, using some rocks they had specially selected to inflict more misery on her knee and elbow joints, fracturing both her patella, her body was so dehydrated that her screams of pain were barely audible, and by the time the sun went down she was left alone to endure another frigid night exposed to the freezing sky.
By the dawn of the third day Molly was in a terrible way - despite her physical fitness, the injuries that had been inflicted on her, the lack of fluids coupled with exposure to sun and cold were too much for her body.. The villagers knew she was close to her end, and some of them stood over her, taunting her in her final hours. Some of the kinder ones rubbed coarse salt into her exposed wounds, and stuffed chillis into her orifices now that nobody would be wanting to use her body again.
Her voice was little more than a dry rasp, she pleaded for mercy, but her tormentors only responded with jeers and taunts, and the young athlete spend her final hours and moments terrified, surrounded only by people who despised her and everything she stood for, her once pristine body now almost unrecognizable..
Once her pretty blue eyes had closed for the last time, they undid the ropes that had held her in place, the ropes had cut deeply into her skin as she struggled, and her broken body was tossed unceremoniously into the pit that was used for burning the trash from the village, doused with diesel and set alight, nobody from this place would mourn her, and her family and friends would never know the dreadful fate that the young athlete suffered so far from home.
She had angered a prominent Muslim cleric with one of her Instagram posts, and he’d used his diplomatic influence to get the young athlete abducted and transported to an isolated village in his home province to use her as an example of western corruption and the sinful lifestyles of the infidel.
She awoke chained spreadeagle, wearing the skintight purple lycra of her GB athletics kit.
As she came around and her vision began to focus, she realized she was outdoors, there was a large crowd assembled in front of her, the preacher was shouting passionately, and gesticulating in her direction. She had no idea what was being said, but as her faculties slowly returned she could sense the anger in the crowd directed towards her..
She began to tug on her restraints, her muscles and joints were already on fire and she figured she’d probably been suspended like this for some time, her muscular body on full display for the assembled crowd, the flimsy lycra of her kit doing little to preserve her modesty.
The cleric noticed that she was stirring, and he quickly made his way to stand next to the helpless young woman.
Tears began to stream down her face as he shouted incomprehensible words into her face, saliva spraying with his angry words, she tried to plead, but he didn’t seem to hear her, her cries lost in the clamor from the gathered mass.
The cleric was winding the crown into a frenzy, gesticulating at her, she was now thrashing in her bondage which only exited the crowd further, her muscles standing out on her tanned limbs as she strained against her bonds.
After a few more minutes of rhetoric he gave a cry and the crowd surged forward - some of them had bought sticks to beat her, some had brought stones to throw as they approached, and some just used their bare hands to pummel her, or yank her long blonde hair.
Her kit was quickly torn off her, and she felt many, many hands roughly groping and probing every inch of her toned, athletic frame. She screamed as she was violated, but there was nothing she could do to stop the onslaught, through the throng she could see some men were fighting over the torn parts of her kit, the part that had been covering her crotch seemed of particular value.
Eventually the cleric managed to establish some kind of order, and the crowd retreated from the bound athlete. Molly’s head was hanging, in shock at the prolonged assault and public sexual violation that she’d just endured, angry bruises and welts already appearing on her previously flawless skin. Words were shouted, and she felt her restraints being removed, and many hands seizing her body, lifting her high off the ground, she tried to struggle, but he had no chance of escaping the vice-like grips holding her.
They carried her through the crowd until they were outside the village, and there they stretched her out in the sand, her limbs bound to stakes that were hammered in to the baked dirt. The ropes were tightened, and the men stood back to admire the sobbing woman.
It seemed the village elders had been given the privilege of going first, and took turns at roughly raping her, before making way for the other men of the village who had been enjoying watching the infidel woman suffer.
Once they were done using her muscular body for their own pleasure, they resumed the destruction of it, punching her firm stomach, kicking her brutally in the ribs, grinding her fingers and toes under their sandals, before leaving the forlorn athlete to suffer in her bondage with many painful fractures to bones all over her body.
The sun was now high in the sky, and most of the villagers took the opportunity to hide from it’s heat and recover from their exertions.
While the men were dozing, several of the women of the village, clad in their full niqab attire took the opportunity to visit the helpless women, teasing her cruelly as she lay exposed in the mid-day sun. Her tanned skin was already starting to burn under the intense solar radiation, and they had brought cooking oil to rub over her body to focus the sun’s rays and accelerate the burning process. They squatted over her head, urinating on her face, laughing at her humiliation. As the mid-day heat subsided a constant stream of villagers came by to thrown rocks at her, spit on her, or just enjoy the sight of a western woman laying helpless in the dirt. After the sun had set, and the final set of prayers had been said for the day, they left her alone as the temperature began to drop. Molly was soon shivering uncontrollably, her burned skin contributing to the heat loss from her body as the stars began to appear overhead.
Later that night, long after everyone had departed, a lone woman came to her creeping through the shadows and knelt furtively at her side.
She spoke softly some words that Molly didn’t understand, before placing a small bottle of cool water against her parched lips. She croaked a thankyou and quickly drained the bottle.
The woman disappeared into the inky blackness, if Molly knew the words she had spoken loosely translated as “Drink this, it will keep you alive so you can endure your humiliation for longer..”, she may not have accepted the life-giving liquid so eagerly.
The naked athlete shook uncontrollably from the cold under the sparkling night sky, the pain in her injured body prevented her from sliding into sleep to escape her misery.
The morning call to prayer signaled the start of another day for the village, and Molly had no choice but to endure another full day of rape and beating, still stretched out in the dirt, now lying in a pool of her own excrement, much to the amusement of the villagers.
One of the more creative locals wrapped her head tighly in a turban, and encouraged the bystanders to urinate on it, creating quite the spectacle as the young athlete fought for breath through the piss-soaked fabric.
As the day wore on and interest in the fetid, burned and blistered woman began to fade – one of two of the crueler elders came to visit her, using some rocks they had specially selected to inflict more misery on her knee and elbow joints, fracturing both her patella, her body was so dehydrated that her screams of pain were barely audible, and by the time the sun went down she was left alone to endure another frigid night exposed to the freezing sky.
By the dawn of the third day Molly was in a terrible way - despite her physical fitness, the injuries that had been inflicted on her, the lack of fluids coupled with exposure to sun and cold were too much for her body.. The villagers knew she was close to her end, and some of them stood over her, taunting her in her final hours. Some of the kinder ones rubbed coarse salt into her exposed wounds, and stuffed chillis into her orifices now that nobody would be wanting to use her body again.
Her voice was little more than a dry rasp, she pleaded for mercy, but her tormentors only responded with jeers and taunts, and the young athlete spend her final hours and moments terrified, surrounded only by people who despised her and everything she stood for, her once pristine body now almost unrecognizable..
Once her pretty blue eyes had closed for the last time, they undid the ropes that had held her in place, the ropes had cut deeply into her skin as she struggled, and her broken body was tossed unceremoniously into the pit that was used for burning the trash from the village, doused with diesel and set alight, nobody from this place would mourn her, and her family and friends would never know the dreadful fate that the young athlete suffered so far from home.
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If you were looking for dream jobs, to be Australian sprinter Bree Masters's pilates instructor would be right up there.
I'd love to see her forced into some of these strenuous positions and left to sweat in her bondage, her magnificent body straining against her restraints..
I'd love to see her forced into some of these strenuous positions and left to sweat in her bondage, her magnificent body straining against her restraints..
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From the "FlexiSlave" website, Alex Zothburg. First, she was a bondage BDSM model. She no longer models, she is now a film producer and photographer. She is now in Prague.
Here, she is pussy whipped in Paingate movie "Cocaine Courier".
Here, she is pussy whipped in Paingate movie "Cocaine Courier".
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