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I wasn’t sleeping so this wasn’t a dream. I wished to fuck that this WERE sleep. You don’t hurt while you’re sleeping. And I am hurting. No. This is more like a hazy state of semi-consciousness. I’m up on the cross. I know, it’s really a T-beam where the “T” is for torture. But “cross” is easier to formulate while my mind is trying to prevent me from falling over into oblivion, so I’m going with “cross.” It strikes me as hysterical that I feel the need to justify my terminology to myself during a pain induced hallucination. LOL.
I’ve barely moved a muscle for days now, so I’m stiff and sore down to my marrow. Lizzy has been applying sunscreen to me regularly. She isn’t letting me fry. She wants me intact, but she also wants me to be desperate and weak.
I am feeling one of those two things.
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“You are weak and pathetic and a total disappointment to me, cunt.” I’m sliding into another “episode.” I’ve heard of this. When your brain thinks you’re dying, it tries to jolt you into some kind of self-preservation activity. My stupid brain is playing nightmares into my captive mind to jolt it awake. But these aren’t just nightmares from my imagination. This is memory.
I’m back in my playroom. I’m standing with my legs about twice my shoulder width apart. I’m leaning forward on a padded bench of sorts. My waist is strapped down to the bench with a leather strap. There are places to secure toys if I were here to train, but today is not about training. My neck and wrists are being held in wooden stocks. The device weighs a ton. I spent forever carving these notches so that my wrists and neck were perfect fits. Mia wanted the heft of this contraption to intimidate and dominate me, and I made it hefty! I always wanted to please my Mia.
“I have to punish you now. And as much as I love you, I love inflicting pain on you too. And because we both know that you get turned on from about 99% of pain, I’m really only left with one way to punish you, aren’t I.”
“No!! Stop!! Don’t do it! Please, God, don’t!!!” I scream at the monitor. Of course, Mistress Tammy can’t hear me. She turned off her speakers. She and Mia (she’s talking to Mia and NOT me) can see me but they can’t hear me. But it doesn’t matter. There’s a better chance of my voice carrying from my basement in Kentucky to wherever they are in Arizona than there is of me developing the superhuman strength it would take for me to reach it. I stretch with my fingers and I’m so close. Less than an inch. As Mistress Tammy covers Mia’s head in a thick towel, Mia mouths “it’s OK” for me. And then her head is wrapped up like the rest of her mummified body. Now she’s helpless and fucked because I can’t save her.
Mistress Tammy pauses to look at me through the screen. “This isn’t just her fault Little One. It’s yours too. Your cute little half-assed playful version of slave training is an insult. It’s an embarrassment. And Mia wasn’t like this before you. I don’t know what you did to her, but she’s damaged now. I don’t know if I can fix the little bitch or if it’s even worth the effort”
Mistress Tammy reached off screen and came back with a large pitcher. From the way her muscular arms bulged holding it, the pitcher was clearly filled to the brim. “Oh God no! She can’t handle it! Stop it! You can’t do that Mistress! Jesus fucking Christ! Please no! Please NO!”
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“I think you’re ready now, Tina.” Lizzy was somewhere. Her voice was over me I think. Or behind. I must be down on the ground now.
“Mmrrr. Bmmmm.” I’m not gagged but I can’t form words. My eyes are open but all I see is white and brown. Every so often Lizzy passes into my field of vision as a blurry mass. Almost like a ghost.
“You can have a drink in a bit. This is a process. I have something really special to try for you Tina. It’s new. No one has ever been in bondage like this before. I think you’ll really appreciate it.”
“HHHrrrrrrrr.” I groan as she inserts something inside my vagina. I can’t lift a finger. I can’t do anything about it. “UUhhhhhhhh.” She drove a plug into my ass. I wonder how close the tips of each item are from each other. Maybe an inch or two apart.
My arm falls into the sand with a thud. Lizzy picked up my arm without me even noticing and dropped it. “You are totally limp. You’ve completely given up, haven’t you. This is going to work, Tina.” I am being jostled about. Lizzy is doing something down around my feet and legs. I have no clue what it is.
“I haven’t given up. I’m just not currently fighting. It’s different,” I think.
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Mistress Tammy held that pitcher with an outstretched arm. The strength to hold it still out over Mia like that was impressive. She held it, completely immobile, not spilling a drop, and turned back to the monitor.
“The pain I’m about to use to teach your friend “slash” Mistress Mia a lesson is not the waterboarding she’s about to suffer. I know that you’re aware how terrified she is of this. As much as she trusts me with all of her rational mind, when it comes to THIS, she is incapable of rational thought. She’s going to suffer. She’s going to beg. She’s going to wish she were dead.”
I push up on my toes as hard as I can. I lift with all of my strength. I can’t budge the stocks. It’s like trying to push a building over. It just won’t move.
“And as bad as that is, it’s not what will hurt her the worst. The pain you’re about to feel will hurt her so much worse.” The front of the pitcher tipped for just a moment and a small stream of water fell onto Mia’s towel wrapped face. Her entire body, which had been perfectly still, suddenly convulsed. And then she was still again.
“You’re going to watch. And you’re going to know that you can stop this. All you have to do is click your mouse. Turn on your microphone and ask me, ‘Please Mistress stop.’ And I will. I’ll stop that instant.”
My wireless mouse was on a stool propped up two inches out of the reach of my fingers when I stretch them. If I could move this monstrosity any tiny amount, I could click the mouse. Mistress Tammy allowed another longer stream of water to fall, but still kept the pitcher suspended out using only the strength of one arm. This false alarm sent Mia into another fit of convulsions. Only she couldn’t recover from this one. As much as I’m sure she wanted to, in order to spare me, she was overcome with fight or flight instincts. Mummified and strapped down as she was, her desperate attempts to flail amounted to little more than twitching and severely muffled cries through her gag.
For my part, I simply wept like a baby. I’d tried everything. I couldn’t move, much less save her. I watched Mistress Tammy tilt the pitcher down and now the water poured out over her. Mistress Tammy did not even watch Mia fighting for her life while she helplessly drowned on the bench. She kept her eyes on me until that pitcher had emptied every last drop of water.
“You aren’t fighting anymore Tina. Don’t you care?” Mistress Tammy lifted another pitcher of water at the ready. “Can’t you at least scream so she knows you care?” The water boarding continued. For a few moments, I hung limply in the stocks that I built so perfectly, watching Mia’s agony. And then I closed my eyes. I couldn’t win. I may as well stop fighting.
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Chocolate. My favorite. I’m drinking cold chocolate milk through a straw. I sip at first and then slurp at it greedily needing both the fluids and the calories.
“I put two fluid bags in you through an IV, Tina. You’ll be feeling a lot better soon.” I was feeling MUCH better in fact. Lizzy took away the empty bottle and held another for me. I went after it just as aggressively and started to take stock of my situation. I’m on the ground, laying flat in the sand. I must be staked down because my arms are outstretched like they were on the cross and my legs are stuck together. I gingerly tested the ropes holding me. It felt strange. My limbs remained stretched out, as if they were held out by straps or ropes or something, only ... .there wasn’t the tight circle pressure of cuffs or something digging into my wrists or elbows that I was expecting. There was just a kind of general tightness all around me.
“You’re noticing it now Tina. How do you like it?”
It's not just my arms and legs. I can’t shift my hips. I can’t point my toes or flex my feet. I can’t wiggle my fingers. I can’t flex my wrists. I can’t lean or roll a centimeter in any direction. I feel paralyzed except that I actually DO have feeling throughout my body. It’s just that my body won’t move no matter what I try to tell it to do.
“You see this stuff, Tina?” Lizzy held a piece of elastic band like the kind used for resistance training and physical rehabilitation. “See how easy it pulls and stretches?” Lizzy was pulling the small square out. It stretched quite long and became translucent as it became thinner. “It is incredibly pliable. I can basically take any shape.” Lizzy wrapped the stretched piece of elastic around her own face. All of her facial features, including her grin, were clearly visible through the form fitting elastic. Then she ripped it from her face and plopped down in the sand right beside me. I could not turn my head to look over.
“I spent a long time getting ready for you Tina. I made suits of this material. Well, they’re kind of suits. More like long sleeved, mittened, turtleneck tunics for your upper body and narrow sheaths to pull up over your lower body. The two pieces overlap in the middle so you’re covered from your toes up to your neck, your hands in tight little fists, your arms stretched out in a T so I can hang you back up there, Tina. It’s really impressive, isn’t it?”
The whole time she was explaining this to me I was back to struggling. Lizzy noticed my attempts.
“You won’t be able to move, Tina. Not at all. Just be still.” I cleared my throat and spoke for what seemed like the first time in days.
“Why. Why can’t I move. It stretches…”
“Yes, one layer is easy to stretch and move around.” Lizzy was back to playing with the sample she had used to demonstrate with. “One layer is little more than another layer of skin. It’s nothing. Five layers become harder to stretch. It goes from 3 or 4 pounds of pressure to more like 15 or 20 pounds. Once we apply 20 layers, you have about 80 pounds of pressure all over your body. And the elastic is a good half-inch thick shell all around you. It’s difficult but you can still move at the major joints a fair bit. But 100 layers. I put you in 100 layers, Tina. Each layer is just a tiny bit larger than the one it fits over so I don’t cut off your circulation. I don’t want you crushed like in the videos where they put 100 rubber bands around a watermelon until it explodes. I don’t want that. What I want is for you to be entombed in a solid 3 inch thick shell of rock hard rubber that fits every curve and crevice of your body perfectly. And that’s what I’ve done. You cannot move Tina.” Lizzy giggled on that declaration. “You’re just about as helpless as can be.”
I understand now. Lizzy is right. It was like I’d been dipped in liquid metal and hoisted out and now I was perfectly wrapped in the strongest, most form fitting packing imaginable. My strength had mostly returned but I couldn’t cause even a tiny flex in the “mold” that had been formed around me.
“Let’s get you back up there Tina. I want to be able to see you from wherever I go.” Lizzy dragged me back to the cross which had folded down onto the sand. She easily placed me on the beam and strapped my rubber encased form to it. She pulled the straps tightly, but I couldn’t feel them at all through the 100 layers of elastic.
“Lizzy, look. Don’t you want to know?”
Lizzy was raising the cross back up again. I was upright above the sand, an unmoving solid object instead of a struggling Damsel.
“I’m not sure that I care all that much Tina.” Lizzy was up on a stool now. She had a large duffle bag slung over her shoulder and something in her hand. It was a hood made of elastic. Lizzy inserted short rubber breathing tubes into my nostrils, earbuds into my ears, and then started to pull the first hood over my head.
“I knew because you said the name of my boss at the shooting range. I never put that in any of my stories.” Lizzy pulled the hood all the way over my head. It overlapped the neck of the tunics I was already trapped within.
“Yes, you did Tina. I read it in one of your stories. You might have known this was about Mia, but it was just a lucky guess. You didn’t actually figure anything out. I have been ahead of you each and every step” Lizzy had pulled another hood over the first and was starting on a third. It seemed to get easier as she went. Luckily, I was still able to move my mouth enough to speak.
“I never put that in a story Lizzy. You’re wrong about that. What else could you be wrong about?” It was getting so hard to breathe now. My chest couldn’t expand from the layers compressing it and the breathing tubes were open but narrow.
“You did Tina. I read it. How would I know the name if I hadn’t read it in your story?” One after another, Lizzy continued layering the hoods. I wouldn’t be able to speak much longer.
“I never published that story, Lizzy. I sent it to Mia as a draft. We were writing it together. But then Tammy split us apart, so we never finished it. And I knew Mia would never share our story. She wouldn’t do that. But Tammy had her passwords. So Tammy did this. Tammy showed you how to find me because she blames me for how she thinks I changed Mia. She wound you up and fucked with you and broke you and sent you out to use you for revenge. Think about it Lizzy. Why do you think she picked you as a submissive? Why would she pick an intensely well-trained martial artist for a slave? Why do you think she picked someone who was faster and stronger than me?”
Lizzy was back to her bag of hoods. I was almost out of time.
“Why do you think you’re the first boy she ever trained, Lizzy?”
I hear him gasp. He paused. “Did I reach him? I did reach him! He knows he’s being used now. Wait, no.” I feel him working much faster now stretching one hood after another over my head. “MMMmmmphhh. Mmfffff. Mmff. Mmmm. M. m…..m…”
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Time passes. There might be an army of people around me but I am completely alone. I am isolated. I am helpless and exposed. Time continues to pass. Time acts differently when you can’t see or hear. But with this exotic type of compression coming at every single molecule that I'm made of, I can’t even feel anymore.
“You are not a person.” The voice in my ears is Mistress Tammy. Oh God no. I know what she’s doing. “You are a thoughtless object.” Fuck. Don’t listen. “You are my property. This is my world.” I’m straining. I need to move. I need to move any part of my body to prove I’m not an inanimate thing. “In my world, I give you pleasure, and I give you pain. Only for my pleasure.” I’m not gagged but I can’t come close to crying out. I can’t open my eyes. I can’t even shiver. “Now slave, feel me inside you until I take your mind as well.”
The dildo and the plug inside me both jerk alive, vibrating and piercing me like jackhammers. It was enough to flatten me, and I can’t even flinch. I can’t roll with it. I can’t pinch my palms or bite my cheek to distract myself. There is nothing I can do. The only thing I can understand is the pleasure rising over my walls. I’m watching a tidal wave 100 feet high and I’m standing exposed on the beach with no safe place to run. The wave hits me harder because I’m locked in position. The power of it shatters me and threatens to pull me out with it as it recedes. I hang on, but all that grants me is a view of the next wave coming. “Think Tina while you can still think.” And then it’s over. An overwhelming orgasm has me. I’m in the throws of ecstasy. I’m outside of myself. I’m bombarded with so much input. The sensations have overtaken me in this vacuum-like void like I’ve never experienced before.
I can’t remember myself. Why am I here? Where is here? The only thing is the wave and the voice and they’re both telling me my place. I have to listen. There is nothing else. I do not have a physical form because if I did it would be reacting to all of this and it is not. I am not. I’m nothing now but her thing like she keeps saying. I’m her thing. I exist to please her.