Smithy Part 2
She was a lot less confident now that she was locked up inside the device. It was much tighter on her neck thighs and waist than she had anticipated. The escapologist had absolutely no use of her arms or fingers whatsoever. No matter how much she twisted gyrated or wiggled the restraint stayed in place. Her arms and neck were locked in position held very tightly. She couldn't reach anything with her toes or teeth that could help her. She was soon sweating and panting from the physical effort. But her arms remained tightly twisted up behind her back utterly useless, her joints locked sadistically in place. After thirty minutes of expertly wiggling and straining there was unsurprisingly no grand escape. The blacksmith had very much enjoyed the view as the timer went off, she had watched the magician intently. At the end the captive was still flirty, she decided to make another little bet. Half of the value discussed discounted if she could escape in the next hour? She was really rather desperate for at least a discount. The artisan agreed but with a little adjustment to the restraint, which the escapologist agreed to without thinking too much about it.
She would soon regret not asking what the adjustment to her restraint would be. She was swiftly given some penalties to help her concentrate. Two galvanised metal hoops were wrapped round her breasts, they linked back into the restraint after being pulled really tight. She was not particularly generously endowed, but they were built for her figure and they are tight on her breasts. She tried to wiggle as a curved section was slotted onto the back of the belt added behind her back. Her eyes went wide and she yipped in surprise as a large rubber plug went up her ass. It was a rather generously sized accessory, a rubber coated pear shape that could be cranked larger. With a turn of the key at its base. It soon locked in place sitting in the bottom of her ass, she still couldn’t do much but did protest very loudly especially at the surprise plug.
Another 30 minutes of wiggling got her absolutely no where closer to freedom and a discount on her new equipment. When the timer went off she had to admit defeat complimenting the blacksmiths craft. She then theatrically tugged on the restraints and tried to get her host to release the fetters. The blacksmith chuckled, instead of releasing her she was given a boiler suit to wear over the restraints. Then they started to negotiate a payment plan, to silhouette it felt a little unfair being kept like this. Reducing her bargaining position, not that it was very good to start off with. After a preliminary agreement was hashed out, she was let out of the restraints. She put on the boiler suit and her boots so she wasn't quite as naked. Once released and she was sure that the blacksmith was distracted she would make her move. The blacksmith went into her office to get some paperwork for the magician to sign. She did something rash and tried to grab the new prop and her clothes attempting to make her early get away, resorting to common theft.
She was reasonably sure that she could work out the special trick on the release with time and without the crafts woman. As for the restraints she shoved them in a bag, put it on a trolley and tried to make a break for her van. Of course, it doesn't go to plan and she immediately got caught. Before she realised what was going on she was aggressively tackled by a rather angry blacksmith. Moments later she was stripped naked again, losing the boiler suit and shoes. She was rather roughly put back in restraints. They were all tightened up real tight, so that she had absolutely no wiggle room and so that her hands were even more harshly bound.
The blacksmith slowly began to adjust the anal plug, it gets worse and worse. She breaks finally admitting that she hasn't got any money or any shows booked, or anything that she can pawn. She can’t get a loan, her credit is maxed out. She even has some company on her trail to repossess her van for what would be basically scrap value at this point. The blacksmith is at this point furious. The escape artist is told she will have to pay it off another way, the blacksmith has a husky tone in her voice. The magician is a little bit scared a little bit turned on. She goes to kiss her captor, closing her eyes figuring that there is no other way out of this.
A ring gag was violently jammed in her mouth, before she realised exactly what was going on. At that point it was far too late, the ring was attached to two metal supports that were shaped to fit around her face. The two ends of the gag were designed to link to the collar. With one easy motion they clipped and locked in place. The little illusionist realised that the ring was rubber coated with quite a thick layer. It partially hooked behind her teeth holding her jaw wedged open. Once locked in place there was absolutely no way for her to get it out. Their lips came closer and she whimpered, they kissed and she couldn't break away she felt her heart beating faster. The blacksmith was rather into BDSM as a very strict dominant. The two of them canoodled and scissored together rubbing up against each other hot and sweaty. Both of them were getting very aroused by this predicament.
From her trove of goodies, the machinist produced a large hollow purple silicone sex toy. It was soon embedded in the tricksters aroused pussy. With a slutty guttural moan of arousal as she was completely stuffed. The dominating artisan worked it in and out of her captive until she climaxed twitching against her restraints. The prisoner started to vaguely worry in her post orgasmic bliss. The ring gag was cranked open wider and she felt her jaw deformed even further. In one sudden violent motion the sex toy was pulled out her sopping wet pussy and rammed down her throat. Much to her distress and surprise the well lubricated flexible monster slid home without much resistance, she was after all a talented sword swallower. It stuck out about two inches where the diameter was just that bit too large. The blacksmith grinned tapped her index finger on the base of the plug. She slowly placed her palm on it and pushed it all the way down. There was a wet thunk as the toy seemed to fix solid in its position jamming in place.
No matter how hard silhouette tried to expel it, the plug would not move. There was a notch in the bottom of the plug that locked into the gag. The base of the plug was wedged in the ring gag, she had to gasp to pull air in around the hollow toy. It was sopping wet and she now had a throat full of her own pussy juice. She was gasping and gagging on the intruder, without a hint of mercy from her captor. She was really having a hard time breathing like this. No matter how hard or desperately she struggled and contorted her body she was trapped like this. She could see the aroused glint in her captors eyes. She had to conclude that there was no way she was going to be free of the purple monster any time soon.
The prisoner was pushed onto the bed. The blacksmith had her pinned down to the mattress and started to stroke and caress her body. The captive was more than a little turned on by this state of affairs. She started to rub her body up against the blacksmith who spent quite a lot of time playing with her helpless form. It seemed like a good hour of teasing until the blacksmith decided to be a little bit more merciful to her captive and give her one final chance to behave. She released a little bit of the pressure on the rear plug, two or three turns and the captive was far more comfortable. The magician was very glad as the sex toy was pulled out of her stretched throat. She was positively ecstatic as the ring gag was retracted then taken completely out of her mouth.
The captor held up a finger to her captives lips silencing her. She got a wet cloth and wiped her mouth out, then the two of them kissed deeply. They were rather thorough in there testing of the bed and mattress ending up in a tight 69 position with silhouette on the bottom. The two of them exploded in orgasms at the same time. The metalworker pulled her in close, wrapping her limbs around her house guest as tightly as the metal bands. She pulled the covers over them kissed her on the forehead and dozed off.
The escapologist was not quite yet beaten. She could see the key glinting on the night stand. The blacksmith had given her an inch she was going to take a mile … if she could just be careful. She slowly wiggled her way out of the blacksmiths embrace. Looked around the room seeing the key on the night stand she grinned and gripped it in her teeth. Slowly she bent down and twisted around getting the key in the lock on one of the ankle shackles. That proved to be a mistake the shackle hitting the floor proved to be a blunder as it woke the blacksmith up from her slumber.
The magician reacted as if she had woken a dragon up while trying to pilfer there horde. She was fast running with the key in her mouth and her arms locked behind her back, the shackle trailing behind her. But crucially the blacksmith was faster than the little minx. The blacksmith dived and caught the escaping miscreant by the shackle dragging behind her, before she could get away. The escapologist hit the dirt and the key fell to the floor with a clunk. The blacksmith grabbed the key snatching it up. She grabbed the shackle and dragged the magician back into her house. The escape artist didn't like being dragged over the ground on her naked butt, however there was very little she could do about it.
The ring gag was put back in place cranked wide. The plug in her ass was adjusted from tolerable to punishing and she was dragged into the bathroom. A lot of scrubbing and washing later she was dragged out. The sex toy was shoved back down her throat and the machinist promised that this time she would be a hell of a lot less merciful to her captive. She waved the key in front of her face then laughed, she got a little chain attached it to the key then hung it around her neck, with the gag in place she had very little chance to work out a way to use it.
The magician was flipped over on her captors lap and given a good hard spanking, the metalworker was just using the palm of her hand. The blacksmith was used to hammering metal all day, her captives bottom didn't stand a chance in comparison. That made her wiggle and squeal into her gag. She couldn’t do very much it was a struggle to breathe. Let alone mount any form of effective resistance against the much larger woman holding her. Tanning her bottom until it was as red as metal in the blacksmiths forge. She couldn’t even make much noise with the huge silicone monster between her teeth, it was utterly humiliating for her to be trapped in this predicament. The artisan still looked furious, so there was probably much more to come.
The blacksmith went and got a few items to make her predicament a little bit worse. To really teach her a further lesson for trying to cheat her. She didn't go far keeping an eye on her new resident house guest. The first thing was a pair of thick foam ear plugs that cut the prisoner off from sound. To further isolate her a thin rubber hood with long nasal tubes was pulled over her head. The last thing she saw was a very dark purple almost black coloured hood. It was so tight on the magician that you could sort of see her facial features, it was so tight and unforgiving. The hood had one hole and two tubes. The hood's one hole lined up with the base of the plug. It was for a feeding tube. The two tubes are for her nostrils, little grommets on the nasal holes sit on her nostrils, with the tubes reaching a good long way up into her sinuses. It was really making her uncomfortable and caused her to regret her rushed actions in trying to steal the prop.
Before she could adjust to this new predicament the machinist grabbed her around the waist and flipped her over. She was slammed into the mattress. As the magician lay there on her stomach on the bed her ankles were pulled back to her thighs. She found them locked tightly together, she was now frog cuffed ankles to thigh bands. This was signified by two loud solid clicks and a grin from her captor. She pulled and strained but they were not coming free from any exertion she could make. A moment later the blacksmith was tickling her feet.
No matter how much she squirmed and struggled she couldn't get away. She was giggling hysterically into the gag, with no chance of unfolding her legs to get away from the relentless tickling. The tickling stopped and a chain was added from the back of the collar to the bed. The chain was adjusted to be pretty short. The punishing rear plug was cranked to its absolute maximum, then her bottom was given another pat. She absolutely hated that fat plug in her behind, screaming into her gag pulling desperately on her restraints. It was locked with the same key, she had no way to relieve the pressure. Her ass was on fire, a ring of torment which she had to endure.
The newly minted prisoner would have to get used to it. No matter how much she disliked the anal dilation torturing her violated back passage, she couldn't do a single thing about it. She was going to be given as long as she needed to work out how to escape the contraption. No matter how much she wanted to be free, she would not be released by the blacksmiths hand. The final insult was the crotch strap plate sealing away her sex. It was locked crushingly tight over her flesh, creating a deep depression in her skin. It was pressing on the plug, and somehow embedding it even deeper in her pinioned body.
The next morning the blacksmith took some delight in waking silhouette up with a slap to her ass. She released the plate over her crotch and then pinning her down with her bent legs spread wide. Over the next three hours she teased her a lot as a form of infuriating punishment. Retribution for the various attempts at manipulation trickery and theft. She was slowly licking flicking and kissing her, leaving her squirming about against her restraints. Begging pathetically into her formidable gag, her restraints were as indomitable as ever. Soon the entertainer wasn't sure if she was begging for freedom or for her captor to stop licking her. Or even for her captor to keep licking her. Really after three hours she was not sure what she wanted any-more, the sensations were just too intense. What ended up happening was that her captor stopped when she was on the verge of release, making her sob into her muffling gag in frustration at the denial.
The blacksmith prepared a few more bits for her captive, just the bare necessities. Leaving her chained to the bed for a little bit alone. She returned and her captive was fed via the gag down her throat, a funnel with a tube slotted into the gag. Some left overs blended into a liquid were poured down her throat. She really didn't like it, but she couldn't stop it and she really did need to eat. She had to suck hard on the gag to swallow the mixture or she would choke. It was utterly humiliating for her to be subjected to this. It hammered home just how helpless she was, as it was washed down with a glass of tap water.
Next her crotch was sanitized then a balloon catheter tube was inserted into her body. She had to wonder where a blacksmith was getting these items. The tube was inflated, she was stopped up unable to use her bladder as it was sealed. Her pussy was then stuffed with a dozen jangling benwar balls, each about the size of a ping pong ball. They were sealed in with the steel crotch strap, it was really tight a real punishment. A few moments later she realised that the blacksmith was wearing rubber gloves when she stuffed the benwar balls home. Now that she came to think about it there was a little growing itch that she couldn’t do anything about. It was just going to get worse and worse as time went by, another encouragement for her to escape.
The metalworker decided to adjust her predicament, adding a very nasty pair of matching nipple clamps. They were etched and looked like the teeth of a wolf biting down, thought there recipient didn't really appreciate their artistic appeal. That little addition really made the little escapologist squeal in pain. It was really distracting not that she stood much chance of getting out. Her captor grinned rummaged around and got out a shoe box. Shortly her legs were released from the tight frog tie. She was glad to be freed but worried she got a new present, a pair of six inch strap on stiletto heels. The escapologist could of course barely stand on them and now she couldn’t use her toes. She soon realised just how fucked she was. The magician should not have pushed the blacksmith so far. She should not have tried to steal from her, now her body was paying the price. There was going to be a real hefty price this time for her actions.
They soon fell into a daily pattern, there was the morning ritual of aggressive one sided cuddling & kissing. She couldn’t resist and there was nothing else to do, nowhere else to go frog-tied on a short leash. Eventually the hood would be taken off the plug in her throat pulled out. She would then oral pleasure her captor. Licking away until the blacksmith would get to enjoy a nice morning orgasm. Immediately without thanks the plug would go back in, the hood would get pulled back on. It was the only ten minutes of the day she didn't have the silicone monster down her throat or the tight hood clinging to her face. She spent it locked between her captors thighs. The artisan would tighten up any slack in the restraints. Not that there really was any weakness in the bonds after the first few days. It became more of a theatrical gesture after that. To demonstrate and reinforce how she wasn't getting out, then she would be teased a little more to add to her building frustration.
The escapologist would next be forced to stand. She would be given a humiliating high volume soapy enema. Every day it would really make her squirm with the plug lodged in her bottom. With it sloshing about inside her she would be forced to walk practically on tip toe in her nice six inch heels. They were locked on so she could never get them off to use her toes. While she was nice and full she would be compelled to do her morning exercise one way or the other. Then she would be spanked and force fed. She was kept horny denied and in this state she couldn't say why she liked it. She seemed to think that her restraint was truly escape proof, as far as she was concerned. Whatever way there was meant to be to escape, she had absolutely no clue how to use it.
Really after the first month she started to wonder if there ever was a way to get out of it in the first place. It looked like she would be the blacksmiths house guest for the foreseeable frustrating future. To add an ironic insult to injury the single key for the restraint was clipped to the collar around her neck. The blacksmith knew that she had absolutely no way to reach it or to use it. She was now just a piece of bondage art, for the artists private collection. A horny submissive that was kept under lock and key.