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Starting a thread on athletic GIMPS which are a personal favorite of mine.
1: They look fantastic
2: Their physical endurance means they could endure A LOT of torture
3: The psychological effects of being confined, and the knowledge that even if they escape (very big if), their body will never be the same..
I also like the idea of a captured sports physiotherapist being tortured, and the exact medical details of how she will be tortured graphically explained to her, and to see her process what this means to her body from her medical knowlege would be just wonderful - I'm thinking a looong rack stretching here, maybe some dry needling to torture individual muscles as well...
I found this image online which ticks many boxes for me in this category - anyone know the source?
Also for some inspiration, the lovely NZ athlete Eliza Mccarthy, who would be a wonderful subject.
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Here's the start of a story I'm working on with these themes.. Feedback welcome, this is my first attempt at this, likewise any suggestions for a good spot to post updates on Heidi's fate.
Breaking Heidi
Part 1: Flat
Heidi was out on her Sunday morning ride - as always up before the sunrise to beat the traffic.
Heidi was a naturally good looking woman - 5"11 and long limbed, add on to that the muscle tone that comes with preparing for an Ironman triathlon, and the associated suntan from the hours spent outdoors, and she was very easy on the eye.
Whilst she didn't flaunt her looks, she didn't go out of her way to conceal them either, short shorts often drawing admiring gazes from passers by.
This week she was riding alone - with her big event coming up she didn't want the usual distractions that come from riding in a group, as well as the increased potential for a crash when riding in a bunch and the inevitable injuries that come from that.
A brisk spring morning was in the air, clouds moving fast across the sky, rain always a possibility this time of year. Always an optimist, Heidi had forgone a rain jacket in favour of a light windproof vest, and as always, her almost-too-short cycling shorts to make the most of what sun was available to keep her gorgeous long legs nicely tanned.
After a couple of hours, passing through a small shady forest, Heidi heard the telltale hiss of a puncture, and felt the ominous feeling of her back tyre rim rolling along the tarmac without its cushion of air. Shit. Oh well, good practice in case this happens on race day she thought, and pulled out her repair kit, just as the rain started to fall. Yep, typical.
It didn't take long to find and patch the hole, but the rain was building in intensity and the temperature was dropping rapidy. OK, I need to get moving to keep warm Heidi thought, and pulled out her small pump to get started inflating the tyre.
As she was getting ready to pump up the tyre in the downpour, a non-descript white van pulled up just ahead of her. An athletic looking man jumped out - "Hey - need a hand with that? I've got a track pump in the back.." and with that flung open the side door of the truck.
She saw 2 nice mountain bikes inside the van, along with the usual paraphernalia associated with a cyclists vehicle - pump, tools, foam pipework lagging to protect the bikes from getting scratched while being transported - all what you would expect from a passerby stopping to help a fellow cyclist in the rain.
"Sure - that would be awesome, good timing, I'm getting cold here while I'm not moving"
He grabbed the pump, and got to work.
As he was pumping the tyre, the valve ripped off the tube - rendering it useless.
Heidi had used her only other spare the previous ride and hadn't replaced it - she hadn't had a puncture in months and now cursed herself (both internally and aloud) for making such a rookie mistake.
"Do you have a tube I could borrow?" she asked hopefully, looking at the array of tools inside the truck. "Not one that would fit these skinny tyres I'm afraid", he replied.. "but I can give you a ride back into down if that's any use?"
She thought about this, she hated abandoning any of her training events but what could she do? She couldn't walk in her cycling shoes, and she was already starting to shiver in the cold. There wasn't much to think about, "Thanks heaps - yeah you can drop me at the bike store in town and I'll get what I need to keep going". With that she grabbed her bike and hoisted it into the back of the van. Heidi was fiercely independent, and hated needing the help of others, but on a day like today, why not..
She settled into the passenger seat, taking off her helmet, arranging her brown ponytail and rubbing her muscles to get the blood flowing back into them as they set off up the road.
She never felt the needle slipping into her, she just felt herself slowly slipping into a deep sleep in the passenger seat.....
To be continued.
Breaking Heidi
Part 1: Flat
Heidi was out on her Sunday morning ride - as always up before the sunrise to beat the traffic.
Heidi was a naturally good looking woman - 5"11 and long limbed, add on to that the muscle tone that comes with preparing for an Ironman triathlon, and the associated suntan from the hours spent outdoors, and she was very easy on the eye.
Whilst she didn't flaunt her looks, she didn't go out of her way to conceal them either, short shorts often drawing admiring gazes from passers by.
This week she was riding alone - with her big event coming up she didn't want the usual distractions that come from riding in a group, as well as the increased potential for a crash when riding in a bunch and the inevitable injuries that come from that.
A brisk spring morning was in the air, clouds moving fast across the sky, rain always a possibility this time of year. Always an optimist, Heidi had forgone a rain jacket in favour of a light windproof vest, and as always, her almost-too-short cycling shorts to make the most of what sun was available to keep her gorgeous long legs nicely tanned.
After a couple of hours, passing through a small shady forest, Heidi heard the telltale hiss of a puncture, and felt the ominous feeling of her back tyre rim rolling along the tarmac without its cushion of air. Shit. Oh well, good practice in case this happens on race day she thought, and pulled out her repair kit, just as the rain started to fall. Yep, typical.
It didn't take long to find and patch the hole, but the rain was building in intensity and the temperature was dropping rapidy. OK, I need to get moving to keep warm Heidi thought, and pulled out her small pump to get started inflating the tyre.
As she was getting ready to pump up the tyre in the downpour, a non-descript white van pulled up just ahead of her. An athletic looking man jumped out - "Hey - need a hand with that? I've got a track pump in the back.." and with that flung open the side door of the truck.
She saw 2 nice mountain bikes inside the van, along with the usual paraphernalia associated with a cyclists vehicle - pump, tools, foam pipework lagging to protect the bikes from getting scratched while being transported - all what you would expect from a passerby stopping to help a fellow cyclist in the rain.
"Sure - that would be awesome, good timing, I'm getting cold here while I'm not moving"
He grabbed the pump, and got to work.
As he was pumping the tyre, the valve ripped off the tube - rendering it useless.
Heidi had used her only other spare the previous ride and hadn't replaced it - she hadn't had a puncture in months and now cursed herself (both internally and aloud) for making such a rookie mistake.
"Do you have a tube I could borrow?" she asked hopefully, looking at the array of tools inside the truck. "Not one that would fit these skinny tyres I'm afraid", he replied.. "but I can give you a ride back into down if that's any use?"
She thought about this, she hated abandoning any of her training events but what could she do? She couldn't walk in her cycling shoes, and she was already starting to shiver in the cold. There wasn't much to think about, "Thanks heaps - yeah you can drop me at the bike store in town and I'll get what I need to keep going". With that she grabbed her bike and hoisted it into the back of the van. Heidi was fiercely independent, and hated needing the help of others, but on a day like today, why not..
She settled into the passenger seat, taking off her helmet, arranging her brown ponytail and rubbing her muscles to get the blood flowing back into them as they set off up the road.
She never felt the needle slipping into her, she just felt herself slowly slipping into a deep sleep in the passenger seat.....
To be continued.
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Actually, considering what they have to go through to have even a chance at competing in something like the Olympics, it is very believable to me that a disillusioned gymnast or track and field star might become a very enthusiastic masochist and seek out someone who could give her a more reliably satisfying form of abuse.
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Will you tell us what happened to Heidi when she regained consciousness in the soundproof basement?
Also, I LOVE how you disguised her true identity! She loves showing her tongue, and I’d love to grab it with pliers and squeeze it! CRY, little Katie CRY, but no one will hear you. You can trust me because you're not the first girl here!
- Kate Courtney
- Kate Courtney Twitter
"Don't hurt him!" She screams as I'm giving him some food.
"Kate, Kate ... I don't torture dogs, I'm not a beast," I told her as I cut her blouse with a knife. "I only torture cute girls like you. Why don't you want to tell me the dog's name?"
"Fuck you." she cried.
"Ohhh the attitude. Ccc ..." I replied preparing the rope for her delicate neck. "He must have a name."
"Fuck you!" She repeated.
"Come here Rocky, come here boy!" I called the dog when I started strangling little Kate.
Kate Courtney Wikipedia:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kate_Courtney_(cyclist)
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For those interested in Heidi's fate, read on...
Breaking Heidi
Part II: Welcome
Heidi awoke slowly to a grey light, as the world came into focus she started to make sense of her surroundings.. She seemed to be in, was it a barn? A basement? As her vision returned, she realised bright artificial light illuminated the space making it hard to tell what was going on.
More concerning than this was that she found herself strapped very securely to a stout wooden chair, that seemed to Heidi to be over-engineered for simply sitting on.
She realised that her shoes, helmet and gloves had all been removed, along with her jersey, leaving her sat only in her cycling shorts, and sports bra.
OK don't panic, she told herself, although she could feel a wave of terror rapidly starting to build. Focus - assess - what is going on here?!
She tested her restraints, flexing hard against the straps. She could feel straps around her ankles, pressing her joints painfully against the legs of chair that held her, and keeping her knees open. More straps above her knees holding her thighs tightly to the side of the chair made much movement of her legs impossible despite her repeated struggles.
Her wrists and forearms were also strapped to the arms of the chair, her hands hanging freely over the ends. She could feel a further set of straps around her chest pressing her back against the chair, above and below her bra. Heidi's breasts weren't large, her careful diet and exercise regime made sure they wouldn't be a burden to carry around, but they were pert, with puffy nipple currently trying to push through the firm fabric in the cool air. She tried moving her mouth with no success, and she regained her senses she realised there was a fuzzy sensation in her mouth. Her captor had removed her socks and stuffed them in her mouth before wrapping her head with tape, although Heidi didn't realize what was causing this feeling until later.
She blinked her grey eyes as her vision came more clearly into focus.
She could see at least 3 video cameras in front pointing at her, one she could tell was pointing directly into her face, the others she couldn't tell.
This couldn't be good she knew, fighting back the rising panic that threatened to engulf her.
She tried shouting for help, thrashing in the chair, anything to gain attention from someone in the outside world, but the gag and restraints did their job, and all that escaped from her were muffled sounds that even she knew could barely be heard
Would anyone be looking for her? She'd told her friends that she'd be on her own today, and that she was feeling fairly anti-social so she'd see them next weekend. She hadn't spoken to her parents for several months so they wouldn't be expecting to hear from her either. No, she wouldn't be missed.. Maybe her friends would notice when her ride didn't show up on Strava? It seemed pretty unlikely anyone would be paying that much attention..
She quickly gave up her vigorous struggles - only being able to breath through her nose was hard and she felt like she was on the verge of hyperventilating.. She tried to slow her heart rate and calm down..
OK, why me she wondered.. She didn't have much money to speak of, could it be a ransom for her parents? Again this didn't make much sense... And why the cameras??
The sweat she had worked up from her struggles was now making her shiver in the cool room - goosebumps covered her skin.. After what seemed like an eternity, a speaker she hadn't noticed below the camera pointed at her face came to life with the sound of a bluetooth device connecting to it.
"Hello Heidi" a male voice said, startling her. "Yes I know your name, we've been watching you for a while, and knew you'd be taking this route today. Made it very easy to drop some tacks and glass to puncture your tyre with this morning".
Heidi unleashed a stream of expletives from under her gag that emerged as unintelligible but inmistakably angry "mmmmmmphs"
The voice continued.. "No doubt you've been wondering why you are here and what we have planned for you. You're a smart girl so I'm going to be honest with you. Unfortunately for you we don't want your money, nor are we holding you for ransom. So what do we want? We want your body, pure and simple."
He paused, watching her closely through the camera trained directly on her face. She looked bewildered at what was being said, trying to process what he meant.
"Allow me to be very specific. We are going to torture you, physically, mentally and of course sexually. Your body is going to be put through increasing levels of torture, each level more destructive than the last, until eventually you will die in this room. Your body will then be finally dismembered, and the remains disposed of. Needless to say you will never be found.
You have no doubt seen the cameras, we are also going to be recording all of this in glorious HD, and even live streaming some of the more significant moments in your suffering for others to enjoy"
Heidi was fully panicking now.
Tears were streaming down her face, she was shaking her head trying to wrap her mind around what was being said.
It couldn't be real, could it? How could anyone do this to someone, and talk about it so matter-of-factly?? Only a few hours ago she was planning her evening, wondering what to watch on Netflix, what takeaway to order, and now someone was going to DISMEMBER her? It couldn't be happening.. It couldn't be happening...
She had unconsciously resumed her struggling, her survival instinct kicking in.. Between the physical exertion, the tears and snot that were running down her face, she was struggling to breath through only her nostrils.
The voice continued.. "We like our guests to know what is in store for them, mainly as another form of torture, the anticipation of what lays ahead. They say the waiting is the worst part but in this case, well, you'll see that it most definitely isn't". Your days are going to be filled with agony inflicted by some particularly nasty and inventive tortures - I'm fairly sure we will hurt you in ways you have never even contemplated.. I'm going to give you a few moments to let this sink in and digest.." There was the sound of a bluetooth device disconnecting and the speaker went dead.
Again trying to slow her breathing, Heidi's struggles subsided.. The straps that held her creaked but had of course held firm, her ankles were already raw from her efforts to free herself.
It can't be happening she kept repeating to herself, despite all the evidence to the contrary. She kept repeating his works over in her head. Physical mental and sexual torture?? What even was that? She had some idea of what physical torture might mean, with images of dungeons from school textbooks flashing through her head.. The thought of being strapped into some of those contraptions make her blood run cold..Sexual torture.. Heidi enjoyed sex, but had never been particularly adventurous with it, she couldn't wrap her mind around exactly it could be used as a form of torture. Some ideas came into her mind, but she couldn't believe anyone would do those kinds of things, surely.. Watching from the room next door, the man was enjoying Heidi's reactions immensely. He hadn't laid a finger on her yet, other than securing her to the chair and removing a couple of outer layers of clothing, and the torture had already begun.
She was not a light girl. Muscle weights more than fat, and she had plenty of it - beautifully toned legs and ass, and strong swimmers shoulders as well. Getting her from the van into the chair had taken a fair amount of effort, but he was now being rewarded with a fantastic performance. A cold beer was also going down very nicely. After a small break, he again reached for the microphone.
"Now you've had a while to process this information, I'd like to address some of the questions or comments I'm sure you have".
To Heidi, this sounded like someone in a job interview or presentation, it just added to the surrealness of it all.
"Please let me go. No, we will never let you go. You will never see your friends, pets or family again.
I'll do anything. Yes you will. You may not want to, but you will, that is in fact exactly why you are here.
I won't tell anyone. As above, that is correct, you won't, because you will never leave this place. You will have the ability to speak (whilst you are not gagged in some way) for quite some time before you vocal chords are cut but there will not be anyone to tell.”
Heidi's heard skipped a beat. Had he just said "cut your vocal chords??" What the fuck??
This can't be happening..
"People will be looking for me. Maybe, but they will never find you. There is no reason for them to look anywhere near here. You are not our first guest, and you won't be the last - we know what we are doing. These are the most common items we want to make sure our guests are aware of, but maybe you have some of your own?"
Heidi's mmphhh's of rage were music to his ears.. Once they had died down he continued..
"If I can offer you some advice. Remember this moment. Right now, you haven't been harmed, and you're sitting in a comfortable chair with what are, you will come to realise, very comfortable restraints. Your purpose for the rest of your life, as I have explained, is solely to be a body to be tortured and abused. You will scream, you will beg and you will plead for it to stop, but it won't. It won't because we want you to be suffering, and the more you suffer, the more we enjoy. "
Tears were streaming down Heidi's face at this point, the rage temporarily replaced with a wave of despair. It was all so...clinical.. Just a few hours ago she was enjoying the beautiful countryside and now she was here, strapped to a chair, being told she was going to be tortured to death. It just didn't compute, and her head was spinning..
She heard a door open behind her, and footsteps approaching. Her heart was pounding as she thrashed frantically in her chair. She couldn't turn her head to see her captor who was behind her in an instant. She felt something cold press into her neck, and then a searing pain as the stun gun rendered her unconscious..
Breaking Heidi
Part II: Welcome
Heidi awoke slowly to a grey light, as the world came into focus she started to make sense of her surroundings.. She seemed to be in, was it a barn? A basement? As her vision returned, she realised bright artificial light illuminated the space making it hard to tell what was going on.
More concerning than this was that she found herself strapped very securely to a stout wooden chair, that seemed to Heidi to be over-engineered for simply sitting on.
She realised that her shoes, helmet and gloves had all been removed, along with her jersey, leaving her sat only in her cycling shorts, and sports bra.
OK don't panic, she told herself, although she could feel a wave of terror rapidly starting to build. Focus - assess - what is going on here?!
She tested her restraints, flexing hard against the straps. She could feel straps around her ankles, pressing her joints painfully against the legs of chair that held her, and keeping her knees open. More straps above her knees holding her thighs tightly to the side of the chair made much movement of her legs impossible despite her repeated struggles.
Her wrists and forearms were also strapped to the arms of the chair, her hands hanging freely over the ends. She could feel a further set of straps around her chest pressing her back against the chair, above and below her bra. Heidi's breasts weren't large, her careful diet and exercise regime made sure they wouldn't be a burden to carry around, but they were pert, with puffy nipple currently trying to push through the firm fabric in the cool air. She tried moving her mouth with no success, and she regained her senses she realised there was a fuzzy sensation in her mouth. Her captor had removed her socks and stuffed them in her mouth before wrapping her head with tape, although Heidi didn't realize what was causing this feeling until later.
She blinked her grey eyes as her vision came more clearly into focus.
She could see at least 3 video cameras in front pointing at her, one she could tell was pointing directly into her face, the others she couldn't tell.
This couldn't be good she knew, fighting back the rising panic that threatened to engulf her.
She tried shouting for help, thrashing in the chair, anything to gain attention from someone in the outside world, but the gag and restraints did their job, and all that escaped from her were muffled sounds that even she knew could barely be heard
Would anyone be looking for her? She'd told her friends that she'd be on her own today, and that she was feeling fairly anti-social so she'd see them next weekend. She hadn't spoken to her parents for several months so they wouldn't be expecting to hear from her either. No, she wouldn't be missed.. Maybe her friends would notice when her ride didn't show up on Strava? It seemed pretty unlikely anyone would be paying that much attention..
She quickly gave up her vigorous struggles - only being able to breath through her nose was hard and she felt like she was on the verge of hyperventilating.. She tried to slow her heart rate and calm down..
OK, why me she wondered.. She didn't have much money to speak of, could it be a ransom for her parents? Again this didn't make much sense... And why the cameras??
The sweat she had worked up from her struggles was now making her shiver in the cool room - goosebumps covered her skin.. After what seemed like an eternity, a speaker she hadn't noticed below the camera pointed at her face came to life with the sound of a bluetooth device connecting to it.
"Hello Heidi" a male voice said, startling her. "Yes I know your name, we've been watching you for a while, and knew you'd be taking this route today. Made it very easy to drop some tacks and glass to puncture your tyre with this morning".
Heidi unleashed a stream of expletives from under her gag that emerged as unintelligible but inmistakably angry "mmmmmmphs"
The voice continued.. "No doubt you've been wondering why you are here and what we have planned for you. You're a smart girl so I'm going to be honest with you. Unfortunately for you we don't want your money, nor are we holding you for ransom. So what do we want? We want your body, pure and simple."
He paused, watching her closely through the camera trained directly on her face. She looked bewildered at what was being said, trying to process what he meant.
"Allow me to be very specific. We are going to torture you, physically, mentally and of course sexually. Your body is going to be put through increasing levels of torture, each level more destructive than the last, until eventually you will die in this room. Your body will then be finally dismembered, and the remains disposed of. Needless to say you will never be found.
You have no doubt seen the cameras, we are also going to be recording all of this in glorious HD, and even live streaming some of the more significant moments in your suffering for others to enjoy"
Heidi was fully panicking now.
Tears were streaming down her face, she was shaking her head trying to wrap her mind around what was being said.
It couldn't be real, could it? How could anyone do this to someone, and talk about it so matter-of-factly?? Only a few hours ago she was planning her evening, wondering what to watch on Netflix, what takeaway to order, and now someone was going to DISMEMBER her? It couldn't be happening.. It couldn't be happening...
She had unconsciously resumed her struggling, her survival instinct kicking in.. Between the physical exertion, the tears and snot that were running down her face, she was struggling to breath through only her nostrils.
The voice continued.. "We like our guests to know what is in store for them, mainly as another form of torture, the anticipation of what lays ahead. They say the waiting is the worst part but in this case, well, you'll see that it most definitely isn't". Your days are going to be filled with agony inflicted by some particularly nasty and inventive tortures - I'm fairly sure we will hurt you in ways you have never even contemplated.. I'm going to give you a few moments to let this sink in and digest.." There was the sound of a bluetooth device disconnecting and the speaker went dead.
Again trying to slow her breathing, Heidi's struggles subsided.. The straps that held her creaked but had of course held firm, her ankles were already raw from her efforts to free herself.
It can't be happening she kept repeating to herself, despite all the evidence to the contrary. She kept repeating his works over in her head. Physical mental and sexual torture?? What even was that? She had some idea of what physical torture might mean, with images of dungeons from school textbooks flashing through her head.. The thought of being strapped into some of those contraptions make her blood run cold..Sexual torture.. Heidi enjoyed sex, but had never been particularly adventurous with it, she couldn't wrap her mind around exactly it could be used as a form of torture. Some ideas came into her mind, but she couldn't believe anyone would do those kinds of things, surely.. Watching from the room next door, the man was enjoying Heidi's reactions immensely. He hadn't laid a finger on her yet, other than securing her to the chair and removing a couple of outer layers of clothing, and the torture had already begun.
She was not a light girl. Muscle weights more than fat, and she had plenty of it - beautifully toned legs and ass, and strong swimmers shoulders as well. Getting her from the van into the chair had taken a fair amount of effort, but he was now being rewarded with a fantastic performance. A cold beer was also going down very nicely. After a small break, he again reached for the microphone.
"Now you've had a while to process this information, I'd like to address some of the questions or comments I'm sure you have".
To Heidi, this sounded like someone in a job interview or presentation, it just added to the surrealness of it all.
"Please let me go. No, we will never let you go. You will never see your friends, pets or family again.
I'll do anything. Yes you will. You may not want to, but you will, that is in fact exactly why you are here.
I won't tell anyone. As above, that is correct, you won't, because you will never leave this place. You will have the ability to speak (whilst you are not gagged in some way) for quite some time before you vocal chords are cut but there will not be anyone to tell.”
Heidi's heard skipped a beat. Had he just said "cut your vocal chords??" What the fuck??
This can't be happening..
"People will be looking for me. Maybe, but they will never find you. There is no reason for them to look anywhere near here. You are not our first guest, and you won't be the last - we know what we are doing. These are the most common items we want to make sure our guests are aware of, but maybe you have some of your own?"
Heidi's mmphhh's of rage were music to his ears.. Once they had died down he continued..
"If I can offer you some advice. Remember this moment. Right now, you haven't been harmed, and you're sitting in a comfortable chair with what are, you will come to realise, very comfortable restraints. Your purpose for the rest of your life, as I have explained, is solely to be a body to be tortured and abused. You will scream, you will beg and you will plead for it to stop, but it won't. It won't because we want you to be suffering, and the more you suffer, the more we enjoy. "
Tears were streaming down Heidi's face at this point, the rage temporarily replaced with a wave of despair. It was all so...clinical.. Just a few hours ago she was enjoying the beautiful countryside and now she was here, strapped to a chair, being told she was going to be tortured to death. It just didn't compute, and her head was spinning..
She heard a door open behind her, and footsteps approaching. Her heart was pounding as she thrashed frantically in her chair. She couldn't turn her head to see her captor who was behind her in an instant. She felt something cold press into her neck, and then a searing pain as the stun gun rendered her unconscious..
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:clapping hands:
First things first: Using girl's clothes in a way it is not primarily intended is a big turn-on for me. Socks (or panties) for gag, stockings for binding, and strangulation... Mmmm I'm in Heaven!
I love how he talks with her. I love how he treats her. I love how she reacts. This is so enjoyable!
The only thing I couldn't agree with is this part:
She is 163cm and 52kg. (I'm talking about real Kate)
All in all fantastic story, and I can't wait to see what is going to happen to her next!
First things first: Using girl's clothes in a way it is not primarily intended is a big turn-on for me. Socks (or panties) for gag, stockings for binding, and strangulation... Mmmm I'm in Heaven!
You Sir are an artist (you ask why? I'll tell you why). Duct tape must go over the mouth and around the head (over the hair too). And that must be repeated several times I hate when someone applies tape only on a girl's mouth!
I love how he talks with her. I love how he treats her. I love how she reacts. This is so enjoyable!
The only thing I couldn't agree with is this part:
Muscles are heavier than fat, but she doesn't have a ton of them.
She is 163cm and 52kg. (I'm talking about real Kate)
All in all fantastic story, and I can't wait to see what is going to happen to her next!
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Thanks for the feedback and support, it is genuinely appreciated.
I have to admit I have a thing for taller girls – Heidi is definitely a blend of several athletes / women I’ve met or admired over the years, hence the disparity
A couple of others who I’d very much like to find themselves in Heidi’s situation:
Allison Stokke, USA, 170cm, Pole Vaulter and Fitness Model Michelle Jenneke, AU, 172cm, Sprinter Alexandra Paul (Back in the day), 178cm, Ironman Triathlon, Actress. The Baywatch episodes with the female lifeguards tied up on Saturday afternoons may have been the highlight of the week..
I’ll add more to the list, only allowed 3 uploads a time.
I have to admit I have a thing for taller girls – Heidi is definitely a blend of several athletes / women I’ve met or admired over the years, hence the disparity
A couple of others who I’d very much like to find themselves in Heidi’s situation:
Allison Stokke, USA, 170cm, Pole Vaulter and Fitness Model Michelle Jenneke, AU, 172cm, Sprinter Alexandra Paul (Back in the day), 178cm, Ironman Triathlon, Actress. The Baywatch episodes with the female lifeguards tied up on Saturday afternoons may have been the highlight of the week..
I’ll add more to the list, only allowed 3 uploads a time.
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And since we're on the subject of lovely Kate...
Kate at Home
Part 1: Bath Time
Kate sat in the icy water. She’d been there over 15 minutes, and her small frame was starting to shiver uncontrollably. Despite this she stared straight at the intruder in her house, who was sat at the end of the bath, meeting his gaze evenly.
It had all happened so quickly – her and her mother were making breakfast, there had been a knock at the door, her mother Maggie had walked out of the kitchen to answered it.. Kate was making smoothies, and with the noise of the blender hadn’t heard the sound of her mother crumpling to the ground, having been tazered.
She switched off the blender and turned around to see who it had been – and was immediately confronted by a man who jammed a stun gun into her ribs. Jolting and convulsing, Kate also collapsed to the floor – unable to move, she saw her mom lying unconscious in the hall. The man hadn’t been expecting the older woman to open the door, although he recognized her from his research – Kate’s mom. He didn’t panic, and simply fired the tazer he had prepared for Kate at her.
He wasn’t worried about the neighbors, they were at Kate’s house, and the world champion had a luxurious house set well back from the road. In any case it would have been fine, her body tensed up so much under the effects of the electric current she barely made a sound.
She collapsed on the floor, still convulsing. She wouldn’t be getting up any time soon – he’d seen they were both in the kitchen preparing breakfast and could hear the sound of a blender. He moved swiftly towards the noise, taking out his back-up stungun.
He saw Kate shaking the blender, focusing on the contents, unaware of what was going on. He approached her, hoping to stun her while the blender was running, but she switched it off just before he made it to her. Sensing a presence she spun around, but he was able to jab the stun gun right into her rib cage. He held it there longer than was strictly necessary, but as he now had 2 women to deal with, he wanted to be sure he wouldn’t be disturbed..
He gave them both a quick injection of sedative that would keep them unconscious for around 30 minutes based on his calculations. He’d based the calculations based on Kate’s 52kg weight – her mother was heavier than this for sure, but looking at her thick body, he made the assumption that even though she was heavier her metabolism would be slower, so the drug would wear off around the same time.
He’d had a pretty solid plan of what would happen next, but the unexpected presence of Kate’s mom caused him to re-assess. He always carried spares and extra equipment so there was no need to rush, may as well make the most of this opportunity. He had an idea that was a little risky, but from his research he knew Kate and her mother were very close, so it should work. And If it didn’t there was always the tazer..
He made swift work of tying up Maggie. He had brought very specific restraints to use on Kate – his back-ups were more utilitarian – zip ties and duct tape which is now pulled out. Maggie was in her late 40’s, she kept in shape but next to her world champion daughter, she looked larger than she really was. He quickly zip tied her ankles, above and below her knees. He grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. He tied her wrists tightly, and having done that added extra ones above and below her elbows, pulling them tightly together.
He then looped some of the ties together, and ran them from her ankles to ties around her elbows. He always used heavy duty ties by default, and they were perfect for this task, he kept some a range of ties for various specialty areas, like toes and nipples, but for now they remained in his kit bag.
He pulled on the ziptie, drawing her ankes towards her elbows. She was wearing yoga kit so he assumed she kept herself in shape and flexible – he hoped so as this was going to be a very severe tie. He pulled on the tie until her ankles were past her wrists, a severe arch in her back.
He regarded her critically, she wasn’t really his type but she was going to play a special role today. He tugged on all the zip ties, adding 2 notches of tightness purely because he liked the sound, and how the flesh bulged around them.
He didn’t care if he hurt her, in fact if she was suffering it would play into is new plan wonderfully.
The final piece fo Maggie’s restraint was a gag – she was going to protest mightily at what he was going to do to her daughter, so it had better be a solid one. He looked around the house and saw a pile of laundry ready to be loaded into the machine. searching through the pile he found a pair of Kates panties which would do the job perfectly. He jammed them into Maggies unresisting mouth and wrapped duct tape several times around.
Now for the main purpose of his little visit today - she was still passed out on the floor of the kitchen. He knew she’d just got back from a run, and she was still wearing her running short shorts and sports bra – perfect.
Kate had done well for herself as a professional athlete – her good looks, athletic ability and business sense meant she had been able to get some solid sponsorship deals. She had invested wisely and was the proud owner of a lovely house in some secluded woodland where she could rest and recover from her punishing travelling and racing schedule.
She had a beautiful bathroom, and it was to the bathroom that the man carried Kate’s limp body. He placed her in the bath and went back for the other items he was going to need.
First on the list was Maggie, he hoisted her with some difficulty, and carried her through the house to the stylish bathroom, dumping her unceremoniously on the cold tile floor.
Part of Kate’s recovery routine was regular ice baths, and he knew from her social media she had a whole freezer of chipped ice for this purpose. He located the freezer in the utility room, and next to the chest freezer was a plastic dustbin for transporting the ice to her plunge pool outside. He filled the bin with ice and headed to the bathroom, picking up his duffel bag of other toys along the way.
He dumped the load of ice on top of Kate as she lay in her bathtub. It wasn’t quite enough, so he headed back for second load – when this was dumped on top it came also up to her shoulders, which would be fine. The cold ice would wake her up quickly, so he moved faster now. He had everything he needed in the bathroom, so he locked the door and removed the key from the door locking them all inside. He turned on the cold tap so the bath was filling with water, with a thick layer of ice taking up most of the volume, but enough water to ensure that the heat would be rapidly drained from Kate’s slender body.
He pulled a bathroom stool over to the side of the bath, sat down and waited.
.
Kate’s world swam slowly in to view.. She was in her bathroom.. What had happened? Last thing she remembered was making smoothies and then blackness.
She was cold. And wet. Very cold. She realized she was in her bath, and groggily tied to lift herself out.
“Kate” - The man’s voice make her jump. “Kate, I need you to sit back down in the bath now please”.
“Who the fuck are you? What the fuck are you doing in my house??”
“Kate, sit down.”
“Why? Why the fuck should I do that?”
“Because if you don’t, I’ll kill your mother” he said matter-of-factly. He gestured towards Maggie who lay unconscious on the floor, as yet un-noticed by Kate.
Kate stared – trying the figure out the grotesque position her poor mother was restrained in. After the initial shock, Kate’s first instinct was to rush to her mother’s aid, but the combination of drugs and cold slowed her down. The man easily intercepted her, stop her in place. She stood knee deep in the ice water, her sports bra and running shorts plastered to her body. She radiated indignation, the fury of having her home invaded invoked some primal instincts. There were tempered by the sight of a large hunting knife hanging on the mans waist. She also assumed she had a stun gun or tazer, that was the only explanation for how she could have been knocked out so quickly. She realized he was speaking again.
“Now Kate. I want you to understand how this is going to work. If you don’t do exactly what I say, when I say, I’m going to place a plastic bag over your mothers head. I will only remove it when I am completely satisfied you’ve complied with my instructions.”.
Kate remained frozen in place but Maggie was beginning to stir, as he had calculated, her age and slower metabolism had caused the drug to stay in her system for longer.
He’d inadvertently placed her on her stomach facing away from the bathtub, but he wanted mother and daughter to be able to see each other as the morning unfolded.
He grabbed the ziptie that was linking Maggie ankles to her elbows, picked her up and spun her around to face Kate. He dropped her on the ground, expelling a grunt of air as she landed on the cold tiles
Kates hands flew to her mouth, her eyes widening at how her mother was being treated.
“Leave her alone you fucker!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Quickly the man reached over to his duffel bag and pulled out a clear plastic bag, and a thick elastic band, placing the band over his wrist. In one smooth motion he pulled the bag over Maggies head, followed by the band, securing the bag around her neck. It wan’t a perfect seal, but it did the job – the bag began to expand and contract with Maggie’s breathing..
“Oh my God you sick Fuck!” screamed Kate. She thought about rushing him, but she knew her body well, and sensed it wouln’t respond as she wanted..
The man was watching her impassively. “What do you need to do to stop this? To save your mothers’s life?”
Maggie was coming round - at the same time she was trying to figure out what was happening to her, but there was too much to process and she was freaking out. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t breath and she didn’t know how to make any of it stop.. She was flopping around the bathroom floor with increasing urgency as carbon dioxide levels in her blood began to rise..
Kate was watching this from her position in the bath tub. She had spared no expense fitting out her bathroom and the tub was long and deep. Through the red mist, she remembered the man had told her to sit down in the bath. OK.
Her feet and calves were already freezing from her time standing watching what was happening to her mother. She’d taken enough ice baths in her time to know how this was going to feel. She slowly lowered herself into the ice back, not breaking eye contact with the man. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her suffer.
She settled in a sitting position hugging her knees to her chest to try and conserve her body heat.
“There you sick fuck. I’m in the goddamn bath – take that bag off her head!”
“Kate, I need to lay back fully in the bath please. Place your hands by your sides and slide down until your shoulders are in the water”.
By this time Maggie was thrashing and mmphing hysterically on the floor trying to free herself and restore her air, the bag was inflating and deflating wildly as she panicked.
Kate had no choice, she lowered herself further into the bath, giving him a death stare the whole time, trying not to shiver as her core temperature began to drop.. “Good girl”. He moved over to Maggie, and carefully removed the elastic band, followed by the bag.. At the feel of the cool fresh air on her face and filling her lungs she began to sob uncontrollably through her gag, flexing feebly against the plastic restraints that were beginning to cut into her flesh.
Kate couldn’t help looking at her mom, laying helplessly on the floor, sobs causing her thick frame to shudder. She was still wearing her yoga clothes, the zipties were tight, cutting into her body cruelly, causing the fabric wrapping her body to buldge either side of the ties.
She was sobbing, shaking her head as if trying to pretend this nightmare wasn’t happening.
The man reached into his bag.
“Kate – please put these cuffs on your ankles”. He handed her a pair of matt black cuffs. They were actually handcuffs, but he knew they would be fine for her slender ankles.
She looked at her mother, still sobbing on the floor after her first ordeal – what choice did she have? She knew that by placing these restraints on herself she would be severely reducing her changes of escape, but maybe if she did what he wanted, he would drop is guard..
She placed her hands in the frigid water, placing the bands of the cuffs around her ankles. She closed the clasps, the man listening for the telltale snicks of them closing. They was only 1 link of chain joining the cuffs, if she made a run for it she wouldn’t get far.
“Good girl, you obviously love your mommy, that’s a phrase that will take on a new meaning before too long. Now, cuff your hands behind your back. “
Kate again took a look at her mother, her body still heaving on the floor, and reached for the second pair of black cuffs. She placed her hands behind her back, closed her eyes and closed the clasps – Kate Courtney, World champion, Olympic athlete, had placed herself at the mercy of the this intruder.
The man took a moment to admire the current situation. A beautiful woman restrained in her icy bath, and her mother helplessly watching. He pulled out 3 cameras from his bag along with 3 miniature tripods that he used to position the cameras, 2 at Kate and 1 at her mother and started the recording.
The final piece of equipment for this part of the entertainment was the least flattering – heavy fisherman’s wellingtons and gloves.
Kate and Maggie watched as he pulled on the boots, and gloves and stepped into the bath where Kate was still submerged. He bent down, and without warning he grabbed Kate’s ankles and lifted them upwards. This took her by surprise, and restrained as she was there was nothing she could do to prevent being pulled under the icy surface of the water.
The heavy boots gripped the base of the bath, and the gloves held a vicelike grip on her ankles. He’d debated about the gloves – he wanted to feel as much of her flesh as he could, but in the end his practical nature won over and the gloves allowed him to keep a firm grip as she thrashed around.
The bath was deep enough that her head and shoulders were completely immersed in the icy water – to breathe she had to lift herself out of the water, using her impressive core muscles. Her lycra running shorts were covering her ass, but he loved the feel of how her butt moved against his crotch as she writhed to escape.
Kate was incredibly strong, but the combination of the drug, the restraints and the cold water meant she could not escape the vice like grip of the man holding her. Her animal instincts had kicked in, and she was flailing wildly to escape, but soon had to come up for breath, bending her torso to lift herself up. To start with she could hold this position for a while, and even smirked at the man holding her ankles, as if challenging him..
He loved this, and slowly bent his knees until she could no longer keep her head above the water – held as she was her knees were locked and he forced her downwards, staring at her face as it sunk into the ice cubes..
Maggie was now fully awake and shrieking into her gag – she had a front row of her daughter being tortured, and could do absolutely nothing about it, all the while the HD video recording the scene..
To be continued
Kate at Home
Part 1: Bath Time
Kate sat in the icy water. She’d been there over 15 minutes, and her small frame was starting to shiver uncontrollably. Despite this she stared straight at the intruder in her house, who was sat at the end of the bath, meeting his gaze evenly.
It had all happened so quickly – her and her mother were making breakfast, there had been a knock at the door, her mother Maggie had walked out of the kitchen to answered it.. Kate was making smoothies, and with the noise of the blender hadn’t heard the sound of her mother crumpling to the ground, having been tazered.
She switched off the blender and turned around to see who it had been – and was immediately confronted by a man who jammed a stun gun into her ribs. Jolting and convulsing, Kate also collapsed to the floor – unable to move, she saw her mom lying unconscious in the hall. The man hadn’t been expecting the older woman to open the door, although he recognized her from his research – Kate’s mom. He didn’t panic, and simply fired the tazer he had prepared for Kate at her.
He wasn’t worried about the neighbors, they were at Kate’s house, and the world champion had a luxurious house set well back from the road. In any case it would have been fine, her body tensed up so much under the effects of the electric current she barely made a sound.
She collapsed on the floor, still convulsing. She wouldn’t be getting up any time soon – he’d seen they were both in the kitchen preparing breakfast and could hear the sound of a blender. He moved swiftly towards the noise, taking out his back-up stungun.
He saw Kate shaking the blender, focusing on the contents, unaware of what was going on. He approached her, hoping to stun her while the blender was running, but she switched it off just before he made it to her. Sensing a presence she spun around, but he was able to jab the stun gun right into her rib cage. He held it there longer than was strictly necessary, but as he now had 2 women to deal with, he wanted to be sure he wouldn’t be disturbed..
He gave them both a quick injection of sedative that would keep them unconscious for around 30 minutes based on his calculations. He’d based the calculations based on Kate’s 52kg weight – her mother was heavier than this for sure, but looking at her thick body, he made the assumption that even though she was heavier her metabolism would be slower, so the drug would wear off around the same time.
He’d had a pretty solid plan of what would happen next, but the unexpected presence of Kate’s mom caused him to re-assess. He always carried spares and extra equipment so there was no need to rush, may as well make the most of this opportunity. He had an idea that was a little risky, but from his research he knew Kate and her mother were very close, so it should work. And If it didn’t there was always the tazer..
He made swift work of tying up Maggie. He had brought very specific restraints to use on Kate – his back-ups were more utilitarian – zip ties and duct tape which is now pulled out. Maggie was in her late 40’s, she kept in shape but next to her world champion daughter, she looked larger than she really was. He quickly zip tied her ankles, above and below her knees. He grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. He tied her wrists tightly, and having done that added extra ones above and below her elbows, pulling them tightly together.
He then looped some of the ties together, and ran them from her ankles to ties around her elbows. He always used heavy duty ties by default, and they were perfect for this task, he kept some a range of ties for various specialty areas, like toes and nipples, but for now they remained in his kit bag.
He pulled on the ziptie, drawing her ankes towards her elbows. She was wearing yoga kit so he assumed she kept herself in shape and flexible – he hoped so as this was going to be a very severe tie. He pulled on the tie until her ankles were past her wrists, a severe arch in her back.
He regarded her critically, she wasn’t really his type but she was going to play a special role today. He tugged on all the zip ties, adding 2 notches of tightness purely because he liked the sound, and how the flesh bulged around them.
He didn’t care if he hurt her, in fact if she was suffering it would play into is new plan wonderfully.
The final piece fo Maggie’s restraint was a gag – she was going to protest mightily at what he was going to do to her daughter, so it had better be a solid one. He looked around the house and saw a pile of laundry ready to be loaded into the machine. searching through the pile he found a pair of Kates panties which would do the job perfectly. He jammed them into Maggies unresisting mouth and wrapped duct tape several times around.
Now for the main purpose of his little visit today - she was still passed out on the floor of the kitchen. He knew she’d just got back from a run, and she was still wearing her running short shorts and sports bra – perfect.
Kate had done well for herself as a professional athlete – her good looks, athletic ability and business sense meant she had been able to get some solid sponsorship deals. She had invested wisely and was the proud owner of a lovely house in some secluded woodland where she could rest and recover from her punishing travelling and racing schedule.
She had a beautiful bathroom, and it was to the bathroom that the man carried Kate’s limp body. He placed her in the bath and went back for the other items he was going to need.
First on the list was Maggie, he hoisted her with some difficulty, and carried her through the house to the stylish bathroom, dumping her unceremoniously on the cold tile floor.
Part of Kate’s recovery routine was regular ice baths, and he knew from her social media she had a whole freezer of chipped ice for this purpose. He located the freezer in the utility room, and next to the chest freezer was a plastic dustbin for transporting the ice to her plunge pool outside. He filled the bin with ice and headed to the bathroom, picking up his duffel bag of other toys along the way.
He dumped the load of ice on top of Kate as she lay in her bathtub. It wasn’t quite enough, so he headed back for second load – when this was dumped on top it came also up to her shoulders, which would be fine. The cold ice would wake her up quickly, so he moved faster now. He had everything he needed in the bathroom, so he locked the door and removed the key from the door locking them all inside. He turned on the cold tap so the bath was filling with water, with a thick layer of ice taking up most of the volume, but enough water to ensure that the heat would be rapidly drained from Kate’s slender body.
He pulled a bathroom stool over to the side of the bath, sat down and waited.
.
Kate’s world swam slowly in to view.. She was in her bathroom.. What had happened? Last thing she remembered was making smoothies and then blackness.
She was cold. And wet. Very cold. She realized she was in her bath, and groggily tied to lift herself out.
“Kate” - The man’s voice make her jump. “Kate, I need you to sit back down in the bath now please”.
“Who the fuck are you? What the fuck are you doing in my house??”
“Kate, sit down.”
“Why? Why the fuck should I do that?”
“Because if you don’t, I’ll kill your mother” he said matter-of-factly. He gestured towards Maggie who lay unconscious on the floor, as yet un-noticed by Kate.
Kate stared – trying the figure out the grotesque position her poor mother was restrained in. After the initial shock, Kate’s first instinct was to rush to her mother’s aid, but the combination of drugs and cold slowed her down. The man easily intercepted her, stop her in place. She stood knee deep in the ice water, her sports bra and running shorts plastered to her body. She radiated indignation, the fury of having her home invaded invoked some primal instincts. There were tempered by the sight of a large hunting knife hanging on the mans waist. She also assumed she had a stun gun or tazer, that was the only explanation for how she could have been knocked out so quickly. She realized he was speaking again.
“Now Kate. I want you to understand how this is going to work. If you don’t do exactly what I say, when I say, I’m going to place a plastic bag over your mothers head. I will only remove it when I am completely satisfied you’ve complied with my instructions.”.
Kate remained frozen in place but Maggie was beginning to stir, as he had calculated, her age and slower metabolism had caused the drug to stay in her system for longer.
He’d inadvertently placed her on her stomach facing away from the bathtub, but he wanted mother and daughter to be able to see each other as the morning unfolded.
He grabbed the ziptie that was linking Maggie ankles to her elbows, picked her up and spun her around to face Kate. He dropped her on the ground, expelling a grunt of air as she landed on the cold tiles
Kates hands flew to her mouth, her eyes widening at how her mother was being treated.
“Leave her alone you fucker!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Quickly the man reached over to his duffel bag and pulled out a clear plastic bag, and a thick elastic band, placing the band over his wrist. In one smooth motion he pulled the bag over Maggies head, followed by the band, securing the bag around her neck. It wan’t a perfect seal, but it did the job – the bag began to expand and contract with Maggie’s breathing..
“Oh my God you sick Fuck!” screamed Kate. She thought about rushing him, but she knew her body well, and sensed it wouln’t respond as she wanted..
The man was watching her impassively. “What do you need to do to stop this? To save your mothers’s life?”
Maggie was coming round - at the same time she was trying to figure out what was happening to her, but there was too much to process and she was freaking out. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t breath and she didn’t know how to make any of it stop.. She was flopping around the bathroom floor with increasing urgency as carbon dioxide levels in her blood began to rise..
Kate was watching this from her position in the bath tub. She had spared no expense fitting out her bathroom and the tub was long and deep. Through the red mist, she remembered the man had told her to sit down in the bath. OK.
Her feet and calves were already freezing from her time standing watching what was happening to her mother. She’d taken enough ice baths in her time to know how this was going to feel. She slowly lowered herself into the ice back, not breaking eye contact with the man. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her suffer.
She settled in a sitting position hugging her knees to her chest to try and conserve her body heat.
“There you sick fuck. I’m in the goddamn bath – take that bag off her head!”
“Kate, I need to lay back fully in the bath please. Place your hands by your sides and slide down until your shoulders are in the water”.
By this time Maggie was thrashing and mmphing hysterically on the floor trying to free herself and restore her air, the bag was inflating and deflating wildly as she panicked.
Kate had no choice, she lowered herself further into the bath, giving him a death stare the whole time, trying not to shiver as her core temperature began to drop.. “Good girl”. He moved over to Maggie, and carefully removed the elastic band, followed by the bag.. At the feel of the cool fresh air on her face and filling her lungs she began to sob uncontrollably through her gag, flexing feebly against the plastic restraints that were beginning to cut into her flesh.
Kate couldn’t help looking at her mom, laying helplessly on the floor, sobs causing her thick frame to shudder. She was still wearing her yoga clothes, the zipties were tight, cutting into her body cruelly, causing the fabric wrapping her body to buldge either side of the ties.
She was sobbing, shaking her head as if trying to pretend this nightmare wasn’t happening.
The man reached into his bag.
“Kate – please put these cuffs on your ankles”. He handed her a pair of matt black cuffs. They were actually handcuffs, but he knew they would be fine for her slender ankles.
She looked at her mother, still sobbing on the floor after her first ordeal – what choice did she have? She knew that by placing these restraints on herself she would be severely reducing her changes of escape, but maybe if she did what he wanted, he would drop is guard..
She placed her hands in the frigid water, placing the bands of the cuffs around her ankles. She closed the clasps, the man listening for the telltale snicks of them closing. They was only 1 link of chain joining the cuffs, if she made a run for it she wouldn’t get far.
“Good girl, you obviously love your mommy, that’s a phrase that will take on a new meaning before too long. Now, cuff your hands behind your back. “
Kate again took a look at her mother, her body still heaving on the floor, and reached for the second pair of black cuffs. She placed her hands behind her back, closed her eyes and closed the clasps – Kate Courtney, World champion, Olympic athlete, had placed herself at the mercy of the this intruder.
The man took a moment to admire the current situation. A beautiful woman restrained in her icy bath, and her mother helplessly watching. He pulled out 3 cameras from his bag along with 3 miniature tripods that he used to position the cameras, 2 at Kate and 1 at her mother and started the recording.
The final piece of equipment for this part of the entertainment was the least flattering – heavy fisherman’s wellingtons and gloves.
Kate and Maggie watched as he pulled on the boots, and gloves and stepped into the bath where Kate was still submerged. He bent down, and without warning he grabbed Kate’s ankles and lifted them upwards. This took her by surprise, and restrained as she was there was nothing she could do to prevent being pulled under the icy surface of the water.
The heavy boots gripped the base of the bath, and the gloves held a vicelike grip on her ankles. He’d debated about the gloves – he wanted to feel as much of her flesh as he could, but in the end his practical nature won over and the gloves allowed him to keep a firm grip as she thrashed around.
The bath was deep enough that her head and shoulders were completely immersed in the icy water – to breathe she had to lift herself out of the water, using her impressive core muscles. Her lycra running shorts were covering her ass, but he loved the feel of how her butt moved against his crotch as she writhed to escape.
Kate was incredibly strong, but the combination of the drug, the restraints and the cold water meant she could not escape the vice like grip of the man holding her. Her animal instincts had kicked in, and she was flailing wildly to escape, but soon had to come up for breath, bending her torso to lift herself up. To start with she could hold this position for a while, and even smirked at the man holding her ankles, as if challenging him..
He loved this, and slowly bent his knees until she could no longer keep her head above the water – held as she was her knees were locked and he forced her downwards, staring at her face as it sunk into the ice cubes..
Maggie was now fully awake and shrieking into her gag – she had a front row of her daughter being tortured, and could do absolutely nothing about it, all the while the HD video recording the scene..
To be continued
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Re: Athletic GIMPs
Breaking Heidi
Part III: Meet the audience
She couldn't tell how much time had passed when she awoke. She was still wearing her sports bra and cycling shorts, but instead of being strapped to a chair, she found herself hanging by her wrists, and could just take the weight off her wrists by balancing on her tiptoes.
Her wrists were directly above her head in wide leather cuffs, and the pressure from her arms on her head forced her head forward so she was looking downwards towards the floor of the room. Her ankles were tied together unceremoniously but effectively with a piece of rope.
She could again see the cameras positioned all around her, along with a couple of laptops on a movable trolley that she correctly assumed would be controlling the cameras and recording her suffering. The tape gag was still in place, so she still had only her nose to breath through, and with her arms stretched above her head, this put a strain on her chest and made breathing a challenge. The door behind her opened again, and she heard footsteps approaching..
The man who she had only heard yesterday walked past her, and sat down at the laptop trolley without glancing at her.
He checked the feed from all the cameras, including the 2 behind her that Heidi that she hadn't seen, and appearing satisfied, turned his attention to the helpless woman. He had to admit she was a good looking one. Although in her mid-30's, Heidi had taken care of her body, and despite the long hours in the sun, her skincare routine had kept her completion pretty flawless.
In her current position, her body was lengthened by it's own weight, flattening her belly, highlighting what ribs coud be seen from under her sports bra and putting her swimmers shoulders and underarms on display. She was tottering on her tipoes to try to minimise the stress on her shoulders, and way her leg muscles twitched as she tried to maintain her balance added another level to the display.
Heidi was voicing her disapproval of the whole situation, her furious MMmffs matched by the blazing fury in her eyes. The man ignored both and continued his work, if looks could kill, he would probably have been vaporized by now, but he seemed oblivious to the protestations of the helpless woman struggling nearby.
After a while he leaned back in the chair, yawned stretched and rubbed his eyes.
He turned his attention to Heidi, running his gaze upwards from her red painted toenails, the polish was chipped, and the nails were far from perfect – runners toes for sure. Feet, tightly tied ankles, small ankle tattoo showing her status as an Ironman athlete leading to fantastically defined calves. Her knees bore several scars from cycling accidents over the years, something of which Heidi was always proud. Her quads were being displayed nicely in her current predicament, but her cycling shorts concealed her most private parts for now. The black lycra showed a wonderful thigh gap, the expensive swiss-made shorts began mid-thigh, highlighting her toned butt nicely, the elastic stopping just above her hips. The padding, designed to protect her intimate areas whilst riding ran between her legs, and covered the lower part of her buttocks. The man wondered about how to use this to full effect - the material would be very absorbent - perhaps he could replace the socks in her mouth with the padding from her shorts, soaked in her own urine? One to ponder..
The man walked behind Heidi, and placed his hands on her hips. At this first physical touch, Heidi recoiled. He slipped his fingers into the band of her shorts and began to roll them down, very slowly.. Once the stretchy material was in a neat roll over her protruding hip bones he stopped and admired the bikini bridge he had just created. He let fingers explore, tracing the outline of her hip bones, and began to stray downwards. At this, Heidi snapped out of her frozen terror, the imminent invasion of her most private parts bringing home the reality of what was happening. She began to thrash around as best she could to avoid the fingers that were down her shorts. She bucked back and forth, but restrained as she was, she was only able to swing herself backwards and forwards.
The man had been expecting this, and wrapped his arms firmly around her waist. He kept the palm of his hand flat against her firm abdomen under her shorts, the ends of his fingers just above her labia for a few more moments before removing them. Heidi was breathing heavily through her nose after this exertion, and the invasion of her privacy, she was struggling to regain her balance and composure when her stomach exploded in pain - the man had punched her hard, just below her belly button. Her mouth being taped shut, the air burst out of her nose and she felt like her head and sinus's were exploding, as well as the pain in her belly. It had knocked the wind complete out of her, and she was struggling to breathe adequately with her mouth taped shut. The man looked pleased.. He stepped back and admired the struggling woman.. He ran his hands over her stomach, which was now glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, standing out nicely on the almost invisible hairs below her belly buttton.. He imitated punching her again a couple of times, the third time he made contact, but this time she was better prepared, tensing her abdominal muscles against the blow, but it still knocked some air back out of her.
The man went back to his seat, and left her sucking in as much as she could..
He still hadn't spoken a word to her yet in person. While she was still recovering from the brutal punches he reviewed the footage of their first encounter. Very nice, the expression on her face when the first punch landed was priceless, and the thud of his fist hitting her unprepared stomach had been captured beautifully. He played it back a couple more times from several angles, the angle from the back was surprisingly enjoyable also – her body jerking backwards at the moment of impact.
The man raised the laptop stand so it was about about chest high, and wheeled it over towards Heidi, leaving it about 4 feet away. He took a short length of chain, and fed it between her ankles, before attaching it to a metal loop in the ground that Heidi had not noticed. He pulled a small remote from his pocket, pointed it towards the ceiling and pressed a button. a faint whirring could be heard and Heidi felt the pressure on her shoulders increase as she was lifted off the ground. Breathing became immediately more difficult, she still hadn't fully recovered from the blows to her abdomen and this wasn't going to make it any easier. Once she was about 2 inches off the ground the chain became taut and he stopped the winch. Any swinging was now impossible,
"Just to make sure you don't try and kick it over, this stuff is expensive" he said by way of explanation. It was the first time he'd spoken to her in person.
He now wheeled the trolley closed and adjusted the large laptop screen so it was facing Heidi, and picked up one of the cameras. He set the laptop to display the camera in real time so she would see whatever the camera was pointed at.
"Now my dear, time to introduce you to your audience" he said. The screen on the laptop changed, and she could see what looked like asome kind of zoom meeting with a presentation on screen, he spoke to a wireless microphone that was attached to his shirt.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, thankyou for being punctual. We are ready to begin”.
Slides started appearing, the first one had the text in stark, bold white text on a black background.
Heidi
Age 34
Height, 5'11
Weight: 78kg
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue / Grey
Ethnicity: European
The slide remained on screen for a few seconds before fading into the next.
Education: Masters Degree
Occupation: / Semi-Professional Athlete
Marital Status: Divorced
Sexual Orientation: Hetrosexual
Siblings: 1 Sister (Lucy, 26)
Distinguishing Marks: Ironman Tattoo on right ankle
Hobbies: Swimming, cycling, running.
Medical Conditions: None
The presentation changed to show photos of her taken from her social media profiles: in her work clothes presenting at a conference last year, party dresses, official race photographs from some of her sports events, they had even some images from when she was much in her university days looking, unsurprisingly, around 20 years younger.
Heidi was watching this presentation on her life in disbelief.. Suddenly the screen changed to the live feed, and she saw herself, hanging there helplessly.. Even though she was still wearing her shorts and bra, she had never felt so exposed or so humiliated. She tried twisting away from the camera, but her restraints kept her looking forward.
The man was walking slowly towards her, panning up and down her stretched body.
“He she is, in all her glory. As you can see she is still wearing what she was captured in – we will be unwrapping her later, but I know you all like to see them fresh, before we begin with her.”
He brought the camera right upto her face. Her beautiful bluegrey eyes filled the screen, and they were filled with tears. The sound of her laboured breathing could also be heard, and he held the camera there while the tears trickled down her cheek and over her gag. He panned down her body, over her sports bra, her concave, stretched abdomen, pausing to give a tantalizing peek down the bikini bridge he had created. Down her long legs to her dangling toes, and around the back. Up her calves, the backs of her knees, hamstrings, butt, her back and shoulders.
As he was stepping back he slapped her ass hard and she yelped into her gag, he chuckled.
“So my friends, as you can see, we will be having a lot of fun with Heidi here. I will email you links to “before” photos so you can remember what she looks like in her prime, and copies of the images you just saw.
If you have any specific requests for things that you would like to see done to her, as always let me know and I will try my best to accommodate you - we will save the more damaging tortures for the end as usual. Her athletic endurance and top notch physical condition means we should be able to enjoy Heidi’s company for quite some time.
Thank you all for your attendance, I will see you for Heidi’s next performance”. He ended the call.
Heidi hung there, again trying to process what she had just been a part of. There were people there, who were going to watch her be tortured, just for fun. Her. Heidi, who, just a few hours ago was happily making coffee, eating breakfast and going about her life blissfully unware of what was about to happen to her.
Her shoulders were on fire, and breathing was becoming more difficult with the strain on her chest beginning to take its toll.
She tried to attract his attention away from the computer screen by mewing pitifully into her gag.
The man was tapping away on the keyboard and didn’t appear to notice, so she redoubled her efforts. He turned around, apparently annoyed by the distraction.
He ambled over to where she was hanging, and stood in front of her. She tried to look him in the eyes, struggling to raise her head..
Please. Please let me go.. was what she was trying her hardest to ennounce, but it came out muffled and unintelligible. She was pleading with her beautiful eyes at the same time, and thought she saw a change in his expression.
He wiped away the tears falling down her face, and lovingly tucked a stray hair back behind her ear. He reached around her, as if to give her a consoling hug, but instead, cool metal, blinding pain, darkness..
The man lowered the unconscious woman to the ground, and quickly administered a sedative to keep her out a while longer. He couldn’t afford to take chances with this one – if she were to get free she could be a handful to re-capture and he wasn’t in the mood for avoidable exertion. He unhooked her leather wrist restraints from the overhead winch, and cuffed her hands behind her back, her ankles remained connected to the floor.
He returned to his computer, and opened a notification that had appeared from one of the attendees at the meeting.
“I have to see this one in person, keep her unspoiled until I arrive. I will be there tomorrow.”
This was good news. He’d met this user once before in a chance encounter, she was a truly skilled sadist. This was going to be enjoyable as well as lucrative – he could charge what he wanted for these sessions. His client was a physiotherapist by day – she had managed to find a career where she could get paid considerable amounts for causing pain to her clients, so not surprising that she’d like to get up close and personal with an athlete like Heidi.
The drug he’d given her would keep her out for several hours, he’d have to administer another shot to keep her out until his guests arrival the next day, but that wasn’t a problem. He did a quick calculation and set an alarm to administer the dose later that evening..
To be continued..
Part III: Meet the audience
She couldn't tell how much time had passed when she awoke. She was still wearing her sports bra and cycling shorts, but instead of being strapped to a chair, she found herself hanging by her wrists, and could just take the weight off her wrists by balancing on her tiptoes.
Her wrists were directly above her head in wide leather cuffs, and the pressure from her arms on her head forced her head forward so she was looking downwards towards the floor of the room. Her ankles were tied together unceremoniously but effectively with a piece of rope.
She could again see the cameras positioned all around her, along with a couple of laptops on a movable trolley that she correctly assumed would be controlling the cameras and recording her suffering. The tape gag was still in place, so she still had only her nose to breath through, and with her arms stretched above her head, this put a strain on her chest and made breathing a challenge. The door behind her opened again, and she heard footsteps approaching..
The man who she had only heard yesterday walked past her, and sat down at the laptop trolley without glancing at her.
He checked the feed from all the cameras, including the 2 behind her that Heidi that she hadn't seen, and appearing satisfied, turned his attention to the helpless woman. He had to admit she was a good looking one. Although in her mid-30's, Heidi had taken care of her body, and despite the long hours in the sun, her skincare routine had kept her completion pretty flawless.
In her current position, her body was lengthened by it's own weight, flattening her belly, highlighting what ribs coud be seen from under her sports bra and putting her swimmers shoulders and underarms on display. She was tottering on her tipoes to try to minimise the stress on her shoulders, and way her leg muscles twitched as she tried to maintain her balance added another level to the display.
Heidi was voicing her disapproval of the whole situation, her furious MMmffs matched by the blazing fury in her eyes. The man ignored both and continued his work, if looks could kill, he would probably have been vaporized by now, but he seemed oblivious to the protestations of the helpless woman struggling nearby.
After a while he leaned back in the chair, yawned stretched and rubbed his eyes.
He turned his attention to Heidi, running his gaze upwards from her red painted toenails, the polish was chipped, and the nails were far from perfect – runners toes for sure. Feet, tightly tied ankles, small ankle tattoo showing her status as an Ironman athlete leading to fantastically defined calves. Her knees bore several scars from cycling accidents over the years, something of which Heidi was always proud. Her quads were being displayed nicely in her current predicament, but her cycling shorts concealed her most private parts for now. The black lycra showed a wonderful thigh gap, the expensive swiss-made shorts began mid-thigh, highlighting her toned butt nicely, the elastic stopping just above her hips. The padding, designed to protect her intimate areas whilst riding ran between her legs, and covered the lower part of her buttocks. The man wondered about how to use this to full effect - the material would be very absorbent - perhaps he could replace the socks in her mouth with the padding from her shorts, soaked in her own urine? One to ponder..
The man walked behind Heidi, and placed his hands on her hips. At this first physical touch, Heidi recoiled. He slipped his fingers into the band of her shorts and began to roll them down, very slowly.. Once the stretchy material was in a neat roll over her protruding hip bones he stopped and admired the bikini bridge he had just created. He let fingers explore, tracing the outline of her hip bones, and began to stray downwards. At this, Heidi snapped out of her frozen terror, the imminent invasion of her most private parts bringing home the reality of what was happening. She began to thrash around as best she could to avoid the fingers that were down her shorts. She bucked back and forth, but restrained as she was, she was only able to swing herself backwards and forwards.
The man had been expecting this, and wrapped his arms firmly around her waist. He kept the palm of his hand flat against her firm abdomen under her shorts, the ends of his fingers just above her labia for a few more moments before removing them. Heidi was breathing heavily through her nose after this exertion, and the invasion of her privacy, she was struggling to regain her balance and composure when her stomach exploded in pain - the man had punched her hard, just below her belly button. Her mouth being taped shut, the air burst out of her nose and she felt like her head and sinus's were exploding, as well as the pain in her belly. It had knocked the wind complete out of her, and she was struggling to breathe adequately with her mouth taped shut. The man looked pleased.. He stepped back and admired the struggling woman.. He ran his hands over her stomach, which was now glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, standing out nicely on the almost invisible hairs below her belly buttton.. He imitated punching her again a couple of times, the third time he made contact, but this time she was better prepared, tensing her abdominal muscles against the blow, but it still knocked some air back out of her.
The man went back to his seat, and left her sucking in as much as she could..
He still hadn't spoken a word to her yet in person. While she was still recovering from the brutal punches he reviewed the footage of their first encounter. Very nice, the expression on her face when the first punch landed was priceless, and the thud of his fist hitting her unprepared stomach had been captured beautifully. He played it back a couple more times from several angles, the angle from the back was surprisingly enjoyable also – her body jerking backwards at the moment of impact.
The man raised the laptop stand so it was about about chest high, and wheeled it over towards Heidi, leaving it about 4 feet away. He took a short length of chain, and fed it between her ankles, before attaching it to a metal loop in the ground that Heidi had not noticed. He pulled a small remote from his pocket, pointed it towards the ceiling and pressed a button. a faint whirring could be heard and Heidi felt the pressure on her shoulders increase as she was lifted off the ground. Breathing became immediately more difficult, she still hadn't fully recovered from the blows to her abdomen and this wasn't going to make it any easier. Once she was about 2 inches off the ground the chain became taut and he stopped the winch. Any swinging was now impossible,
"Just to make sure you don't try and kick it over, this stuff is expensive" he said by way of explanation. It was the first time he'd spoken to her in person.
He now wheeled the trolley closed and adjusted the large laptop screen so it was facing Heidi, and picked up one of the cameras. He set the laptop to display the camera in real time so she would see whatever the camera was pointed at.
"Now my dear, time to introduce you to your audience" he said. The screen on the laptop changed, and she could see what looked like asome kind of zoom meeting with a presentation on screen, he spoke to a wireless microphone that was attached to his shirt.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, thankyou for being punctual. We are ready to begin”.
Slides started appearing, the first one had the text in stark, bold white text on a black background.
Heidi
Age 34
Height, 5'11
Weight: 78kg
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue / Grey
Ethnicity: European
The slide remained on screen for a few seconds before fading into the next.
Education: Masters Degree
Occupation: / Semi-Professional Athlete
Marital Status: Divorced
Sexual Orientation: Hetrosexual
Siblings: 1 Sister (Lucy, 26)
Distinguishing Marks: Ironman Tattoo on right ankle
Hobbies: Swimming, cycling, running.
Medical Conditions: None
The presentation changed to show photos of her taken from her social media profiles: in her work clothes presenting at a conference last year, party dresses, official race photographs from some of her sports events, they had even some images from when she was much in her university days looking, unsurprisingly, around 20 years younger.
Heidi was watching this presentation on her life in disbelief.. Suddenly the screen changed to the live feed, and she saw herself, hanging there helplessly.. Even though she was still wearing her shorts and bra, she had never felt so exposed or so humiliated. She tried twisting away from the camera, but her restraints kept her looking forward.
The man was walking slowly towards her, panning up and down her stretched body.
“He she is, in all her glory. As you can see she is still wearing what she was captured in – we will be unwrapping her later, but I know you all like to see them fresh, before we begin with her.”
He brought the camera right upto her face. Her beautiful bluegrey eyes filled the screen, and they were filled with tears. The sound of her laboured breathing could also be heard, and he held the camera there while the tears trickled down her cheek and over her gag. He panned down her body, over her sports bra, her concave, stretched abdomen, pausing to give a tantalizing peek down the bikini bridge he had created. Down her long legs to her dangling toes, and around the back. Up her calves, the backs of her knees, hamstrings, butt, her back and shoulders.
As he was stepping back he slapped her ass hard and she yelped into her gag, he chuckled.
“So my friends, as you can see, we will be having a lot of fun with Heidi here. I will email you links to “before” photos so you can remember what she looks like in her prime, and copies of the images you just saw.
If you have any specific requests for things that you would like to see done to her, as always let me know and I will try my best to accommodate you - we will save the more damaging tortures for the end as usual. Her athletic endurance and top notch physical condition means we should be able to enjoy Heidi’s company for quite some time.
Thank you all for your attendance, I will see you for Heidi’s next performance”. He ended the call.
Heidi hung there, again trying to process what she had just been a part of. There were people there, who were going to watch her be tortured, just for fun. Her. Heidi, who, just a few hours ago was happily making coffee, eating breakfast and going about her life blissfully unware of what was about to happen to her.
Her shoulders were on fire, and breathing was becoming more difficult with the strain on her chest beginning to take its toll.
She tried to attract his attention away from the computer screen by mewing pitifully into her gag.
The man was tapping away on the keyboard and didn’t appear to notice, so she redoubled her efforts. He turned around, apparently annoyed by the distraction.
He ambled over to where she was hanging, and stood in front of her. She tried to look him in the eyes, struggling to raise her head..
Please. Please let me go.. was what she was trying her hardest to ennounce, but it came out muffled and unintelligible. She was pleading with her beautiful eyes at the same time, and thought she saw a change in his expression.
He wiped away the tears falling down her face, and lovingly tucked a stray hair back behind her ear. He reached around her, as if to give her a consoling hug, but instead, cool metal, blinding pain, darkness..
The man lowered the unconscious woman to the ground, and quickly administered a sedative to keep her out a while longer. He couldn’t afford to take chances with this one – if she were to get free she could be a handful to re-capture and he wasn’t in the mood for avoidable exertion. He unhooked her leather wrist restraints from the overhead winch, and cuffed her hands behind her back, her ankles remained connected to the floor.
He returned to his computer, and opened a notification that had appeared from one of the attendees at the meeting.
“I have to see this one in person, keep her unspoiled until I arrive. I will be there tomorrow.”
This was good news. He’d met this user once before in a chance encounter, she was a truly skilled sadist. This was going to be enjoyable as well as lucrative – he could charge what he wanted for these sessions. His client was a physiotherapist by day – she had managed to find a career where she could get paid considerable amounts for causing pain to her clients, so not surprising that she’d like to get up close and personal with an athlete like Heidi.
The drug he’d given her would keep her out for several hours, he’d have to administer another shot to keep her out until his guests arrival the next day, but that wasn’t a problem. He did a quick calculation and set an alarm to administer the dose later that evening..
To be continued..
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Re: Athletic GIMPs
First, I want to say sorry for my complaining about Heidi's weight. I meant that we are talking about (real) Kate, and that detail was scratching my brain like a rusty nail.
Kate's story was an unexpected treat for me. Thank you for that. I enjoyed it very much. I must dive into some details, and I'll try to be as shortest as possible.
I love offenders that are always prepared and carried extra equipment in their bags. At one moment, the protagonist reminded me of Dennis Rader and his invasion of the house of the Otero family. Mr. Rader found himself in an unexpected situation, but he handles it like a true artist (like our protagonist).
Gag a mother with a daughter's panties! That is exciting. The only thing more exciting than that would be that daughter peed herself in the panties, and then you stuff them in the mother's throat when they are soaked with urine! Or even better, stuff them in the mouth of her teenage sister. (Mmmmm the possibilities!)
I love how our noble protagonist uses mother to force Kate into obedience! And at the end, she was drowned (and that way of drowning is a crime of passion). I enjoyed this story so much.
Beautiful little, brave Kate! You deserve what happened to you. It was a little bit scary, but now you are immortal. Now you are a gem in the collection of the offender who loved you as no other man would dare! You can be proud of yourself, I know I am! Beautiful little Kate!
PS: I'm glad you didn't pay any attention to mommy's ending. I guess he just slit her throat or do something irrelevant to her.
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Another exciting part of the story. I didn't expect that kind of story development (you surprised me, and I love it). A lot is happening there, and I'm eager to see what is going to happen in part four when the CLIENT arrives.
What is going on here? This guy is not an offender ... I mean he is, but he is earning money and having fun at the same time. That is the answer to the question: How to live life to the fullest?
PS: I'm so hoping this is going to happen!