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TODAY'S FREE BONDAGE STORY |
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The sheriff was tickled pink by my suggestion that we try out some of
the activities the director had Miranda and Dina undergo in the making of her
video. He got volunteers to set up some of the punishments that the detainees
would be getting over the next few days. He also arranged for a local doctor to
check in on the three terrorist suspects and make sure that no permanent damage
had been done to them. Two other unused rooms were cleaned out so there would be
enough space to set up all the things that were needed to give these ladies a
good taste of American justice, country style. In the interests of fostering a
spirit of cooperation among the local law enforcement agencies he invited the
sheriff and one deputy from each organization to participate in the party.
I could not wait to get my hands on that lady director. I sweet talked
the sheriff into letting me get the first crack at her, and after he heard what
I wanted to do to that bitch he smiled and gave me his blessings. I drew an
audience of deputies as I went about setting up for what I planned to do to the
slant-eyed cunt. She had a goodly number of bruises and cuts on her bare body
from the softening up process she'd been through. As soon as she saw me her eyes
got big. She knew who I was and was smart enough to figure out that she was in
for some major league pain. I did my best not to disappoint her.
Hose clamps were used on her thumbs, and screwed into the bone, bringing
screams of agony from her. These in turn were connected to a chain by loops made
from steel wire. The chain was attached to a fixture in the ceiling and soon
she was hanging by her thumbs, her feet about six inches off the floor. Now the
fun really began. I had found some industrial plastic ties, the kind used to
hold heavy items to the pallets on which they were transported. These ties were
so sturdy and tough that one needed a special fixture to tighten them over
whatever cargo they would be holding. That fixture came in very handy for what
came next.
The first tie went around her flat abdomen, just below her navel. I used
the tool to cinch it down until it started to disappear into her flesh. I got a
few groans and gasps when I gave it the last few turns. I let her get used to
having her belly cut in two before I put the second tie around her. Each of
these plastic binders was two inches wide and about a quarter inch thick, so
they could do a good job of sinking in once they were tightened. The second one
went around her midriff just below her rib cage. This one was tough going as
there wasn't much flesh to sink into on this skinny Asian. I enjoyed her gasps
and screams as I tried to cut her in half once again. The deputies started
grinning as they realized what would soon happen at the rate I was looping these
babies around her bare body. From the look on her face it appeared that she too
was becoming very aware of her fate.
To give her a little change of pace and some time to get used to
breathing with half her middle missing, I suggested that the deputies start
warming up that flat ass of hers to sort of take her mind off what was happening
to her ability to breathe. I got a show of hands that was unanimous and so I
deputized the first pair to give her a dozen of their best shots using those
police issued belts which were good and thick and studded in portions as well.
They got some interesting sounds out of her as they slashed away at her skinny
butt, turning it a nice shade of red. I let a second and third pair have a go at
making her color go to a sort of magenta, that's more purple than red. They
almost got there before their dozen were used up. At that point I decided to
start squeezing down on her chest which would be the most interesting portion of
this nasty punishment she was to suffer.
It looked as if two more ties would do the job nicely. The first went
under her armpits and just above the tops of her smallish tits that actually had
a nice shape to them. It was too bad she was such a ball buster, she had some
nice physical qualifications if you weren't bothered by breath like rotten fish
and a hairy muff that smelled like a combination of wet animal fur and aged
piss. I tightened that tie until the bitch squeaked. Her face started to get a
tad red; her lungs were beginning to have a very hard time pumping air in and
out. If I was correct, the last tie would make the job impossible. However I
didn't want it to be abrupt, that wouldn't be much fun to watch. So I figured on
cinching that last tie down over perhaps fifteen minutes or so. That would give
her plenty of time to suffer and prepare to meet her ancestors in hell, if they
believed in any kind of an afterlife over there.
I stared into her dead cold eyes as I began the process of suffocating
her. The first couple of turns with the tool didn't have much of an impact on
her situation. While I waited for the process to take full effect, I let a
couple more pairs of deputies do the honors on her back and finish turning her
ass purple. It actually looked kind of good all swollen up from the beating
she'd absorbed. By now her face was bright red and her breathing was almost
imperceptible due to the pressure from those plastic garrotes. I happened to
glance up and noticed that there was a steady trickle of blood from her thumbs
working its way down her arms. She was in a world of hurt, which was just where
I wanted to put her.
Just for laughs I reached out and pinched her nostrils shut. Her eyes
got big and then they started bulging as she lost her last source of air. I
wondered if she'd piss herself, just about five seconds before she let fly. She
was finished and probably would lose her mind when she came around and saw my
smiling face. I cut away the tie around the top portion of her chest and waited
patiently for her to return from her little trip to hell. It took her some time
to open her eyes and the effect on her nervous system when she saw me holding up
another tie was terrific.
My audience, except for the hard core few who just liked to see that
Jap's eyes try to pop out of her head every time I cut off her air supply,
drifted off to either get something ready for the other two or to add some
markings to their bare bodies. As for me, I just kept working on my little
buddy, trying to see how close to killing her I could come. The second time I
only used one tit flattening tie to send her off on another journey to see her
ancestors. That was the best of all my attempts since it took her nearly a half
hour to finally pass out from the slow but sure loss of air as her lungs labored
against the resistance from the strip of plastic binding her breasts flat to her
chest. I have to admit that I helped things along by occasionally pinching her
nose shut, but only to make her panic, which screwed up her breathing and just
accelerated the inevitable.
I tried just binding her midsection with ties, but outside of breaking
her skin in a few places, that approach didn't do much to influence her
breathing. In those case I helped matters along by punching her tits flat over
and over until the pain from just taking a normal breath was so intense that it
caused her to pass out. What finally brought this session to an end was one of
her thumbs dislocating and tearing the tendons controlling that digit. It sure
looked ugly and it took some time and help from the doc to get her back so she
could take more punishment. According to the sawbones she would have a very
difficult time ever using that thumb for much else than shoving it up her cunt,
since it wouldn't bend anymore.
The shot she got for her thumb put her out for the rest of the evening
which meant it was time to visit her buddies to see how they were faring. When I
walked into the room, the first thing that greeted my eyes were the two
dominatrices lying side by side on narrow benches.They both looked as if they
had swallowed a basketball. Their wrists were pulled under the benches and
cuffed together, while their legs were splayed and tightly roped to the ends of
the benches. Seated next to each woman was a deputy holding a hose that was
connected to a water tap jutting from the wall. Standing by each tap was another
deputy who had the assignment to open and close the tap at the spotter's
command. Supervising the entire setup was one of the sheriffs from another
county in the area. From the amount of liquid covering the floor around the
benches plus the water-soaked Japs, it was apparent that a lot of water had
either missed going down their throats or had been rejected by their bloated
bellies.
"J1 is still in the lead with a measurement of 34.5 inches around while
J2 is closing the gap somewhat, but her 33.5 inch girth isn't doing it just
yet." The sheriff was announcing the results of the last heat. He turned to the
deputies seated by the women and asked if they were ready to go again. Both
nodded and pushed the hoses into the mouths of their captives. At their signal
the taps were turned open full blast and water poured into the guts of both
women. It was amazing to see their stomachs begin to grow, and then contract a
bit as they began vomiting up the water. One of the deputies lost his temper and
cuffed his prisoner across the head causing her to fountain even more water onto
the floor. The other grinned and pushed his hose even deeper down the throat of
the other "contestant". Water soon came pouring from her nostrils as well as out
past her partially blocked throat. Her opponent now passed out and nearly drown
in the presence of over a dozen members of various law enforcement
organizations. The party was beginning to heat up and I wondered if these two
would survive until morning.
A third, winner take all, heat was announced to decide which of these
two cum sponges could hold the most water. The local sheriff rose to give the
ground rules for the final heat. "This is a no time limit heat and the one who
has the biggest belly and can hold it for at least two minutes will be declared
the winner. Her prize will be the honor of allowing one dozen of the area's
finest deputies, chosen by lot, to fuck her in the cunt without any form of
protection in hopes that she will have a little souvenir to take back with her
to Japan or to prison depending on the outcome of the meeting to be held the day
after tomorrow. The loser will handle the remaining deputies, some two dozen,
fine, strapping studs all loaded wth the most potent sperm to be found in this
neck of the woods. The doctor in attendance has chosen to confiscate the birth
control pills found on the person of our detainees since they do not have valid
perscriptions to allow them to have such medications in their possession. On
another topic, I want the handlers to make sure that their charges clean up
their area once a winner as been determined and before the prizes are
distributed." There was a hearty laugh and a round of mock applause from the
gang of deputies that clustered around the two benches.
J2 was the easy winner of the final heat, a bit of an upset, but one
accomplished by the teamwork between her two handlers. Unlike the other group
who tried brute force to flood their human container with as much water as fast
as they could force it down her throat, they took their time. They gave the
dominatrix a chance to get used to the water pressure and then even relaxed her
further by manipulating her genitals to take her mind off the pain caused by her
bulging belly.
At one time in the contest, the bloated belly of J1 was measured at 39
inches, but unfortunately she could not hold that for more than a half minute
before losing much of it through her nose and mouth, causing a delay in their
attempts to reestablish her former girth. The ultimate winner managed to handle
the enormous pressure that produced a mark of 37.5 inches. Once this was
declared a legal measurement, they attempted to grow her belly at least one more
inch, but she passed out from the pressure on her lungs and vomited most of the
water from her stomach. Despite three attempts to get a legal mark greater than
that, her opponent was unsuccessful, causing a great deal of irritation to her
handlers.
By the time the winner of the final heat was declared, the area was a
mess. Both contestants were released from the bench and made to clean up the
water and bile using only their tongues, lips and mouths. Their handlers
monitored progress carefully, making sure that any missed spots were the cause
for a few lashes from their belts or a furious drubbing of the women's kidney
areas with a rubber hose. It took nearly an hour before the sheriff was
satisfied with the clean-up. He announced that the winner and loser would now
receive their awards. Soon the two dominatrices were bound tightly to the
benches, legs akimbo and cunts available for the attention of the line of
deputies that formed at the foot of each bench.
It took a few hours for the ladies to handle all the traffic that was
generated by their availability, but finally the last deputy pulled his tired
cock from the super stretched, cum loaded cunt of J1 or was it J2, and staggered
over to grab a beer. Someone yelled that the electric chair looked like it was
finally working, and so the two fucked out dominatrices were dragged by the hair
into the adjoining room to check out the new equipment. I was a bit pissed off
that my good friend the lady director wasn't available for duty, but there would
be plenty of time tomorrow for her to catch up on her duties as a sort of crash
test dummy for all the toys and ideas we still had planned for our guests.
The two Js put up some struggle to avoid going on the hot seat, but they
were no match for the small army of deputies. J2, the winner of the water works
contest, was dragged kicking and screaming in her native tongue, to the chair
and pushed down so that she could be strapped into the "son of old sparky", as
some of the deputies had named the new electric chair. Little did she know that
the wiring was such that not enough current could be supplied to do a good job
of frying her. She began shaking and jabbering in Japaese as the helmet was
placed on the top of her head and her feet were placed in a pan of water laced
with salt to enhance the current that would flow through her body.
The deputy operating the chair made a big production of getting
everything ready for the initial "electrocution". I managed to involve the
translator in the scene, warning him to do exactly what he was told or he'd be
the next one for the chair. It took an effort for everyone to keep a straight
face as the translator told J2 she had only 30 seconds to pray to her gods
before she would be fried. Her response to this was to piss all over herself,
which had everybody in stitches.Then the deputy threw the switch and the lights
dimmed for a brief moment before the surge of electricity began to tickle the
dominatrix's body causing her to nearly rupture herself trying to escape the
straps that held her in the chair.
When the deputy spun the rheostat that controlled the current,
increasing it to the max, tendrils of smoke began to curl out from the metal
helmet and J2 lost control of her bowels, just before passing out from fear more
than any pain, bringing a roar of laughter from the spectators. J1 turned pale
at the sight of her companion evidently being killed in this horrible fashion.
J2 was quickly freed and dragged from the chair, her limp body pulled out of the
room by her feet. Fortunately her fainting spell made what followed even more
entertaining.
A water hose was brought in to clean off the mess that J2 had made.
Meanwhile J1 was on her knees making all sorts of noise. The translator told me
she was offering to suck and fuck every man here for as long as they wanted if
they would only not kill her. I suggested to my buddy that he ask her if she'd
be willing to do girl-girl with the director and then after the men had enough
of that, the two of them would have a fight to the finish to see who would be
put to death in the chair. It was the shortest conversation I'd heard yet. The
translator spoke for about thirty seconds and all she said was yes, in English,
over and over, yes, yes, yes.
Now it was my turn to come front and center. I feigned having a
discussion with the sheriff and he went along with the gag. I waved my hands in
the air as if arguing with him and he kept shaking his head. Finally I turned to
J1 and threw up my hands. Then allowing her some time to realize that she was in
trouble, I then made a throat cutting gesture. J1 went beserk and it took three
deputies to calm her down, two to stop her from flailing her arms and one to
kick her squarely in the cunt, taking all the fight out of her.
J1 was in too much pain to put up much of a fight as the deputies
strapped her into the chair. This time there was another electrical circuit
added to the arrangement. It was separately hooked to the dominatrix's cunt
lips. Everything else was the same as before. The translator gave her the same
story about having only 30 seconds to prepare for death. She surprised us all by
spitting in his direction and saying something in Japanese that brought a flush
to his face.
I had to give her credit for more guts than I thought originally. I
guess after she accepted the fact that she was going to cash in her chips, she
decided to go out with some class. She took the full dose of juice and hung in
there as it flowed through her naked body. There was silence in the room except
for the sound of arcing from the circuits that were delivering the electric
shocks to her. Then the special circuit was activated and J1 arched her back and
yelled from the pain. You could clearly see the effect of the power that was
running through her cunt lips, which now were fluttering slightly.
Then one of the deputies, who was obviously annoyed by her show of
resistance, turned on the water hose and drenched her. This jumped the amount of
current flowing into her body and now she was screaming in agony as the electric
chair slowly fried her insides. Her muscles contracted and spasmed, alternating
as she tried to accommodate herself to the additional power her bare body was
absorbing. I began to get a little worried, but the sheriff had already picked
up on the potential for an international incident and he ordered the deputy
operating the chair to switch off the power immediately. There were some
disappointed moans, grumblings and under the breath comments when the show
abruptly ended with the dominatrix still conscious and quite defiant. She would
pay dearly for this show of courage when they got busy on her the next day, but
for now the show was over. I decided to check up on the condition of the lady
director, for I too had big plans for that bitch once I got a good night's
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