Tina closed her eyes and prayed. She prayed that she was fantasizing. She prayed she’d open her eyes and find herself tied up in her self-bondage playroom, a prisoner of only herself and a dark abduction fantasy of her own making. Lurvig’s voice ended that desperate prayer before Tina could finish making it.
“Captive, I asked if you have any last words before I gag you?” Lurvig held up the enormous, curved and studded penis gagbefore Tina’s eyes.
Tina kept her lips tight but slowly opened her eyes. She was right where she feared she’d be; still strung up on a cross of sorts, the helpless captive of a man she made a few passing comments to on DeviantArt and never expected to hear from again. And now, he had her like this. Helpless. Desperate. Terrified. Tormented. And totally owned.
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“No. No, don’t. That’s as long as my throat. God. Please. I won’t even be able to breath.” Tina was searching for some way to retreat from Lurvig’s slow approach. He had seemed almost playful before. But now he was pure business.
“You may have to learn how to breathe with this inside. I hope you’ll learn very quickly. I hope to make a good deal of art using you as the canvas Kentucky flower.” He was stroked Tina’s face with the phallic object. He glided the tip back and forth over her compressed lips, applying pressure each time he passed the middle of her mouth.
Tina strained so hard to pull away from the gag taunting her. Her feet were tied flat against the post and would have been a solid place for her to push against if her legs were not so thoroughly bound together. Tina pushed her head back and to the right, away from Lurvig, who was in front of her and on her left. As she craned her head back the couple of inches her bondage permitted and she dropped her right shoulder back, trying to rotate away from the gag. But the cross post under her armpits only granted her minimal movement. Also, the many cords and straps that held her torso against the post tightened and bit into her as she tired to spin away.
“AAhhhyyyyy!!” Tina yelped for the sharp searing pain. She’d been pushing so hard, accomplishing nothing, when suddenly the cross post under her arms became loose enough to turn! She’d found just enough leverage to rotate it at least two inches and would have gone further if not for the array of tethers from the ends of the post up and down to other anchors embedded in the device. This abrupt “lurch” of her upper body didn’t seem to loosen her boxtied arms, but it certainly DID engage the thin wire-web structure that was connected to her nipples. The tight circled wires cut into her nipples and yanked her tits up and out of the openings that were cut in the skintight leather outfit Lurvig had sewn Tina up in.
Not only did Tina yelp from the pain but she gasped from the constriction of the overlapping ropes encircling her throat. Her twisting motion also tightened the tethered ends of that bondage element causing the thick rope collar to squeeze around her tightly.
“I suppose you have nothing to say, little arrogant girl.” Lurvig smoothly slid the long, thick shaft into Tina’s open mouth. It went all the way back against the soft tissue in the back of her throat before slipping downward.
Tina “chortled” as Lurvig buckled the strap behind her neck. She tried to resist her impulses but could not. She struggled, causing eye-watering pain all across her body. The ropework was all thin enough to bite into her skin, and especially so at her exposed most sensitive flesh. It also tightened around her up and down her limbs and body. No single point was so tight as to cut off circulation, but the combined effect was a slowing of her blood flow. Tina’s body was having to work overtime to supply oxygen and blood to her organs. Her body was receiving signals telling her that she was dying, overriding Tina’s logic and forcing her to struggle, which only intensified the torment.
“We have so much to do, and we have forever to do it, my little slut. Little bondage whore.” Tina tried her arms again. She pulled and pulled. They were still folded behind her and tethered straight out to the end of the cross post. The thin cords of the tether stretched and flexed a tiny bit, but because of how her arms were positioned, Tina only had a fraction of her shoulder strength available. Not nearly enough to pull her arms free.
“You are going to also serve as a lesson, you boastful cunt. A cautionary tale. The entire community will see how your arrogance and ignorance has cost you.” Tina hadn’t learned to breathe around the gag yet. She was barely getting any oxygen through her nose. She felt hers body growing heavier.
“Day after day. Week after week. They’ll see. One ordeal after another, each slightly tighter, a little more miserable than the one before.” Tina was fading. As her vision blurred and her hearing became reduced, she became aware of the stale, sweet notes wafting in the air.
“You’re fading, sweet Kentucky flower. It’s ok to rest. I will be right here when you wake up.” Lurvig smiled. Tina would have smiled if she could. The smell was from drying tobacco. Lurvig had brought her home. Not to her self-bondage playroom in the basement of her farmhouse. That was acres away on the “new” part of her grandfather’s property where she had built her own home. Lurvig had Tina captive in the long-unused barn her family had previously used to dry the tobacco they harvested back when this was still a working tobacco farm. As Tina slipped into unconsciousness, she enjoyed the irony that she was now the only sweet thing drying out in her grandfather’s barn. And she wondered if Lurvig was aware of the symbolism of the situation.
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Tina was in and out of consciousness. Lurvig was dosing her with something. She was being kept semi-conscious, unable to rest or think. But still able to feel everything. Each painful moment was hers.
She partially came to and found herself in total darkness. The barn allowed plenty of natural light in, so it must have been well after midnight. Lurvig was not around, at least not anywhere in Tina’s field of vision. Tina remembered him now. It was weeks ago. Tina was in Columbus, Ohio, almost 200 miles from her farm. She was walking to her car in a mostly empty parking garage. Tina knew it was an ambush as soon as she stepped out of the elevator. She always parked in a well-lit spot. She was proactively defensive and aware of her surroundings. The light next to her car was not on. And it had been lit up when she parked there earlier. It had been deliberately extinguished.
Tina scanned the area. This could be an attempted car-jacking, or a purse snatch, or a rape attempt. The attacker could be crouched behind her car. Tina took a wide and looping path so she could see all around her car as she approached, ruling that possibility out. The attack could come from the stairs behind her close to the elevator. But if so, the attacker would probably have also disabled the light by the stairs. And he hadn’t done so. That left the support pillar two spots down from Tina’s car. There wasn’t a way for Tina to get a view all the way around the pillar as she walked to the car. At least not without making it obvious that she knew what was going on.
“Fine,” Tina thought, “Let’s make it obvious.” Tinas stopped in her tracks. She was 50 feet from the elevators and escape behind her. She was 20 feet from her car and 20 feet from the pillar. Tina stopped just on the edge of the light from the closest still working light.
“Listen up Fucker. You’re behind the pillar.” Tina paused to listen but didn’t hear anything. Fine. “I’m armed. I have a Glock 27 holstered on my belt.” A pebble bounced across the floor. He didn’t like hearing about the gun. “I don’t feel like shooting you. That’s all kinds of paperwork. So, I’m not going to draw unless you make me draw. You’re going to walk a straight line away from the sound of my voice right out of the garage.” Tina heard shoes shuffling. A man stepped out from the behind the pillar heading away from Tina. The tall but slender man stood still. Tina could make out some facial features. He had dark facial hair. He had dark eyes. His hat obscured a lot of his appearance.
“You’re thinking about trying something. Well, don’t.” The man formed his hands into fists. “You’re 20 feet away. It’ll take you between 3 and 4 seconds to get to me. My brain will register your movement in less than half a second. I’ll be out of the holster and have 2 rounds on you center mass and two headshots in less than three seconds. The two rounds to your heart will slow you down. The headshots will put you down. That’ll make you dead at my feet before you can touch me.”
Lurvig relaxed his fists. His squared shoulders slouched a little. He turned and walked a straight line, just as Tina had instructed. He didn’t stop. Not even when Tina shouted out to him.
“The next time I see you, I don’t care where it’s at, I’m going to assume that you’re a threat. You aren’t getting warned next time. Asshole.”
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Tina’s head was jerked up from where it had been resting on her own chest. Her reflexes tried to pull away which cracked her head back against the post she was tied to. She released a pained wheeze. Everything on her hurt. She’d been stuck up on this post for at least two days. But it could have been much longer. She had foggy memories or being handled and “maintained” by Lurvig. She was sure he was using sedatives to keep her subdued whenever he needed to attend to any physical needs of hers. Tina was beginning to accept that he may actually intend to keep her as a prisoner indefinitely.
“Why haven’t you gotten free, yet little miss escape artist? You’re the internet self-bondage expert! Everyone says this.” Lurvig made a satisfied smile. “You especially say this, no?” Tina turned her head down and away, but Lurvig caught her face in both of his hands. He supported the weight of her head in an almost tender way. “You have to escape Tina. Captive Tina. I will not let you go. There is no art in that.”
What the fuck was he talking about? There is no way to escape. Tina had tried for days now. She hasn’t put a dent in the rigging. The most she’d been able to accomplish was to rotate a cross post a little. Apparently, she’d gotten the ropes securing it to the main post a bit looser, but that was useless. It’s not like she could stand up on her tied legs to slide the cross post up off the main post. Her sleeves were still crossed and tethered behind her, not to mention the fact that she’d choke herself out and rip her nipples apart if she even could lift herself up that high.
“At least you’re breathing around that gag now. I don’t have to watch you so closely anymore.” Tina was just able to create a bit of space by wedging her tongue against one side of the penis gag. That space permitted a small stream of air to whistle in and out of her mouth.
“Did you know that I even drove to town today? Did you hear the car? I don’t guess you did. We’re so far from the road and the house out here in your barn. I walked all through your happy little town. No one is missing you, Tina. Little Kentucky flower. Do you disappear often on your own? Or do you just not have much of a life here?” Tina’s tears streamed, fueled by exhaustion and anger. Her chest was craving more air. She inhaled hard though her nose.
“There is some fire, yes? Poor helpless slut. Feed that fire, Tina.” Adrenaline was working its way through her bloodstream again. “Is it an issue of motivation? Do we need to take your captivity more seriously in order for you to put your talents to their maximum effect?” Lurvig released Tina’s face with one hand. It reached around behind him and came back with a wad of cotton.
“I am rooting for you Captive Tina. I want to see you escape so I can tie you again. Over and over.” Lurvig used the cotton to stuff Tina’s nostrils. Animal-instinct-level panic attacked Tina’s senses. She couldn’t get enough air. She began to thrash, accepting the agony it would cause her. She had to get out.
“You’re trying now. You feel motivated, don’t you?” The whistling of air around the penis gag was so loud now.
“Fight hard Kentucky Flower. Use your talents. Use your strength. Use your desperation.” Tina felt the walls falling in on her. She could do nothing. Breathing was becoming impossible. There were just too many straps. She couldn’t reach any buckles or knots. She didn’t have any leverage.
“Oh no. I think you’re fading again.” Tina saw the familiar darkness creeping into the corners of her eyes. Lurvig was becoming an out-of-focus shadow.
“No worries little bondage slut. I am not finished. I will not let you go. I’ll bring you back in a while. You’re my captive, Tina. You’re my art. You’re going nowhere.”
Tina kept hearing “leverage” in her head as the world faded away before her.
TO BE CONTINUED……….
(Art by @lurvig )