The Princess’s Last Stand
Story codes: nc tort nosex
The princess stood in the town commons, grimacing. Her gloved hands clenched and unclenched in front of her. The white gloves extended up just beyond her elbows, then a stretch of creamy, rosy arms disappearing into the puffy pink shoulder-sleeve pieces. The back of the pink-white dress dipped to the small of her back, and the front dipped to the top of her bosoms, showing their gentle swells. Her crown jewels decorated the open expanse below her slender neck, her golden curls crowned with her princess tiara. A thick pink belt accentuated her narrow waist, and below that, the pink-white dress hugged her hips and flared all the way down, pooling on the ground. All in all, a proper, beautiful young princess.
Covered by that voluminous opaque skirt was an I-shaped metal contraption. Her bare feet stood on either side of the fifteen-inch-long stem, while the ten-inch-long cross pieces, in front and behind her dainty feet, sported wheels at the ends. At the center of the stem rose a vertical rod ending in a crescent curving up to the top of her lower cleavage in the back and pushing open her clit hood in front. Standing on the tip of her toes, the sharp crescent barely pressed into her clit, her slit, and the rest of her lower contours, totally uncovered and unprotected beneath her magnificent gown.
She shuffled up close to her adversary, in the process grinding her clit into the crescent. “I shall never yield,” she quietly hissed as she wavered between holding her weight on her trembling toes and aching legs, and pressing down onto the crescent. “No matter what you do to me, I shall never consent to marry you and hand over the kingdom, you vile, wrinkly, crumbling, cronic, haggard, sapphic witch.”
NOTES
Originally, this was just a MF story, but then I thought about the great antagonists of princesses: Disney’s Snow White and Sleeping Beauty. Also, I thought about ‘sexist’ words such as ‘witch’ (and ‘princess’ and ‘lesbian’) and how I really like how my high school English teacher had a handout Hero’s Journey that uses the masculine ‘hero’ with the feminine pronoun.
I thought the idea of princesses forced to marry is common, but I can only think of the movies The Princess Bride, Robin Hood: Men in Tights and Bridge of Dragons, none of which really fit.
The contraption is of course based on the horse, but I think my variation is original.
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Super-Tied
Story codes: MF nc tort bond best voy nosex
Her arms are crossed behind her shoulders, the left thumb tied to a noose on her right nipple and the right thumb to the left nipple. She kneel on her right leg folded under her, with the foot pulled as close to her crotch as possible, just to the left, forcing the right knee out to the side, the toe tied to a noose on her clit. Her left leg is pulled up, opening up her already too-short red skirt, the toe tied to a clamp on her pulled-out tongue that tightens with pressure. She has on thermal-reflective glasses held in place by hooks around her ears and hooks in her nostrils. Her red knee boots stood to the side.
In an alternate world, her thumbs are noosed to opposite nipples but she stood on her toes tips just above a sharp vee at her crotch. Her toes are loosely tied to keep her centered on the vee. Her totally stretched toes and legs provides no leverage for her muscles.
“Go ahead. Pull all you want. Let’s see you get out of this, Supergirl.”
Epilogue: I originally intended this for the Vampire Slayer Buffy. Except that one time they injected her with something and the Halloween thing, she can pretty much gets out of anything. Wonder Woman or She-Ra would work too, and tied with their golden lassos to boot, but I like the Supergirl costume best. Though if I remember correctly, she does have that pesky little problem of heat vision.
Epiepilogue: Back to Buffy now but not on the vee. “Put leeches on her!”
NOTES
I got the idea for the thumb to nipple noose somewhere on the net; I don’t think it was a story. Michael Alexander’s Corporal Punishment has a frontal version. The “vee” is of course the wooden horse.
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Statutory Rape
Story codes: F nc tort
The girl is impaled on the statue’s cock.
NOTES
First, the title is too good to pass up. Second, it could win a shortest story contest. But this is really just Fred Brown’s From ‘Dolcett’s Big Book of Lawn Care’ II in SSTS#54.
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Cactus Hugger
Story codes: F nc tort bond nosex
Naked, she faces the giant cactus. With her legs wrapped around the twelve inch thick stem and ankles crossed and tied together, she can’t really stand freely. Her arms are tied with wrists crossed around where the cactus branched left and right, placing her breasts the furrow at the top of the branching, with her nipples below the tops of the branches. She can only squeeze the densely spined stem with her inner thighs, or grasp with her legs and force the spines into her twat, or hug with her arms and press her breasts up to the nipples into the spines.
Even though this cactus is worth saving, it’s not quite what she had in mind when she became a tree hugger, pledging to take any nonviolent action for the environment.
NOTES
I came up with this idea years ago on my own. When researching for these notes though, I found Steven S. Davis’s A Femsadist’s Diversion in Images 23 which has similarities but for a male subject.
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Peter Pan and the Brier Patch
Story codes: F nc tort nosex
Blindfolded, naked, and untied, she walked off the plank. Oh if only it were shark-infested waters. But it was a sea of thorned vines. She kept falling into the tangled vines, pricking and scratching her long slender legs, trapping the vines between her legs, but her weight kept carrying her down, scraping her pert bottoms, shapely hips, slender waist, flat stomach, swelling bosoms, curvy neck, to her chins, until the gathering vines between her legs stretched as far as they can and she bungied to a stop well above solid ground. As she struggled, the vines shifted and closed in, filling in all opening, settling into the most economical placement. Her arms too were trapped under the sea of vines, covering her all the way up to her up-turned chins. The vines between her legs pressed hard, from her slit to her butt crack. The thorns hooked into every inch of her flesh, especially protruding parts like her breasts. With any movement, more thorns pricked and scraped her skin. She can only try to hold still, arms held out and twisted, legs slightly apart with the right knee held higher, head back with chin up, fighting the fatigue that will invariably overtake her.
“Um,” she called up, “am I supposed to be Peter Pan or Peter Rabbit?”
NOTES
Yes, light research shown that it’s “Brer/Bruh Rabbit and the Brier/Briar Patch”, but I only dimly remember “don’t throw me in the brier patch” and “Peter Rabbit” (and my childhood is not in English). In any case, I like how “Peter Rabbit” parallels “Peter Pan”.
There are many images of carnivorous and/or tentacle plants, though no particular story that I really liked come to mind. Well, maybe the carnivorous seaweed in a pre-movie probably-Disney “Little Mermaid” book. My vines could be more torturous if they were active, but they done well as is. In a “Batman” (a non-cartoon version) episode, Catwoman tied Batgirl with special rope that tightens as she struggles; that probably influenced this story.
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Not Your Usual Christmas Tradition
Story codes: MF nc tort bond nosex
The master dumped quadruple the normal length of Christmas lights on the naked slave girl without a word. An hour later, the girl is helplessly entangled. “I’m sorry, master, I really tried. I just couldn’t untangle the lights.”
“I never told you to do that, though you did exactly what I wanted.” The master fished out the plugs and plugged it in. The lights are special. They burn hotter than ordinary Christmas lights and some leaked electricity. “I never really cared for the usual Christmas tradition, even if untangling Christmas lights is torture.”
NOTES
Okay, this is inspired by the holiday season, though my position on the holiday season is pretty clear from the story (scratch that; my position on master-slave relation is not reflected in the story). Large colorful balls on street trees to be exact. I made some attempt to get my website up before Christmas, but I didn’t make it (well, it is up before the next Christmas).
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Under the Sea Torture Bras
Story codes: MF nc tort humil nosex
“Daddy, my um, you know,” motioning with her arms crossed over her burgeoning blossom, “grew overnight, and um, none of the shells fit anymore. They’re all, um, too flat.”
The king considered the overflowing globes for a moment and held up his trident.
Two translucent jellyfish with stinging tentacles on the inside swam in and cupped the little mermaid’s breasts, holding on with a tentacle around each nipple.
NOTES
This is dedicated to the rather prominent breastage of Disney’s The Little Mermaid, and all those disportionally large breasts that people seemed to like.
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Disney-Inspired Torture v1
Story codes: F nc tort bond nosex
In The Little Mermaid, Sebastian said, “Oh, somebody’s got to nail that girl’s fins to the floor.” Okay, let’s do it, face down, in shallow water. And take away whatever it is that allows her to breathe under water, so she have to paddle with her arms, pull on the nails in her tail fins, arch her back, thrust her chest out, and tilt her head back to get her nose just barely above water, with each wave washing into her nose.
NOTES
I was rewatching the movie and, well, this happened (the line is right after “Under the Sea”). How can Disney be so cruel? My original fantasy was a girl chained by her ankles under water and she had to paddle her arms to breathe, which is kind of inspired by the just-above-water-level cages in the movie The Deer Hunter. The little mermaid version is better, though breathing is a problem. Pulling on nails in the tail fins is like Crucifixion.
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Disney-Inspired Torture v2
Story codes: F nc tort bond nosex
In The Little Mermaid, Sebastian said, “Oh, somebody’s got to nail that girl’s fins to the floor.” Okay, let’s do it, face down, in shallow water, with neck-and-wrist stocks attached to huge floaters, so that at high tide, she is pulled taut, with back arched back and chest thrust out, and each rising wave pulling on the nails in her tail fins.
NOTES
This version doesn’t have the breathing problem and is more like the just-above-water-level cages in the movie The Deer Hunter, though it takes away the self torture and the breath control.
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Fish Insertion
Story codes: MF nc tort best
He gently coaxed the slim three-inch fish into her vagina and carefully removed the dilator. “No, it’s not an electric fish,” he assured her. As the vaginal lips closed, the fish panicked and puff! expanded to a three-inch ball, not counting the sharp half-inch spines distributed evenly over its entire surface.
NOTES
My parents actually bought me a dried, puffed up porcupine fish (or spiny puffer/blowfish/globefish; I really don’t know fish) specimen from one of those seaside tourist gift shops back in Taiwan. It wasn’t a big one, only about eight inches, and its spines prick. Of course I knew nothing of vaginas back then. So a younger one maybe? Oh and I have no idea how strong is the puffing, compared to, well, vaginal tightness.
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How many screwees does it take to unscrewed a light bulb?
Story codes: M+/F+ nc tort bond
Completely bare from underneath her short skirt down to her toes but otherwise fully dressed, she stood over the modified lamp bolted to the floor. The incandescent light bulb had been squeezed into her vagina. “The ankle stocks that slides up and down the pole is a dimmer control. As long as you stay on your toes, the light bulb remains off, but as you lower your heels, it grows brighter and hotter. Oh and if you manage to crush the light bulb, you’ll probably get electric currents instead.”
With an unlimited number of girls, we’ll finally answers the eternal question, “How many screwees does it take to unscrewed a light bulb?” Do you mean ‘screwer’? No, ‘screwee’ is the correct term.
NOTES
Originally, the dimmer control is pressure-sensitive switches under each
heel, which (the non-dimmer kind) is from Gamma’s A Shocking Wait
and illustrated by Robert Bishop (bish0846) and adapted in Marcia R. Hooper’s Midnight Madness. I don’t recall any stories with light
bulb insertions, even though it’s about the right size and shape.
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The Fruit Stand
Story codes: F nc tort
A thin metal pole went straight up between her legs and disappeared into her miniskirt. On top of the pole is a metal pear embedded snugly in her vagina. She stands on tip toes because whenever she lowers her body, the pole pushes further into the pear, turning gears that open up petals of the pear and extend spikes out of it. And all she agreed was to take the fruit stand for a couple of days.
NOTES
A variation of the vaginal pear and forced on tip toes.
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Spirited Young Woman
Story codes: F nc tort bond nosex
She strained against the end of the railroad car on slightly inclined tracks. Metal brackets at her waist, neck, and outstretched wrists held her upper body motionless on the car’s metal surface. Her legs are bent as she is attached well below standing height, her short cinching miniskirt inching up her pantyhose-clad legs well above mid-thigh. She tried bending her knees or locking them straight, but the residual weight provided by the incline pushed her steadily towards the terminus. As she approached, she tried bracing one and then both legs against the terminal wall, but inevitably she is bent further and further at the knees and waist. The muscles in her thin arms and legs strained the great weight behind her, sweat forming all over her body. She is topless, but that’s okay. Open cups of a metal bra are placed strategically on two solid protrusions from the wall. The centers of the cups are lined with sharp half-inch metal spikes, and the outlying areas with multifaceted metal studs with sharp corners. Eventually she is pressed into the metal bra, and the weight continued, makes breathing difficult.
All this to try to crush the young law student’s stubborn tooth-and-nail kicking-and-screaming determination to go without bras.
NOTES
The bent pantyhosed legs in short skirt pushing against something heal heavy is from a TV pain killer commercial, and I fantasized about her tied to a railed cart and forced to push it in a forced labor mining setting. When I thought to write it, I added spikes to make it more interesting, then she’d better be braless, which immediately reminded me of the young law student from John Grisham’s A Time to Kill (the book, which by the way have two torture scenes: one pedophilic and one stripping). Meanwhile, the pushing fantasy is combined with a long ago episode of the cartoon Bionic 6 where they’re in the future and tortured, some by holding off crushing devices with their powers (also the garbage compressor in Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope).
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Twister
Story codes: F nc tort bond nosex
She is chained by a long, heavy chain to a ring embedded deep in the concrete lot. A thick steel bar is placed behind her neck and locked to it. Her arms are stretched along the bar, wrapped over it, and locked in place at her wrists. Beyond her hands, the two ends of the bar flared out into helicopter blades aerodynamically shaped and angled. Little propellers are clamped onto her nipples and clit. The stormchaser won’t have long to wait: it’s Tornado Season in Tornado Alley.
NOTES
This is inspired by a huge gust of wind and rain that blew outside the window. And of course the movie Twister. The nipple and clit propellers are added as an afterthought.
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Sit
Story codes: f nc tort bond voy nosex
In her white school blouse and red ties, her back flush against the wall, her wrists hanging on either side of her head tied with ropes to a ring above her head, her thighs nearly horizontal, her legs bent at the waist and the knees, her red pleated skirt reaching three inches from her knees at the top of her thighs but sloping down to mid-thigh at the bottom of her thighs, her calves going straight down from her knees to her short white socks and tennis shoes, her ankles roped together and tied to rings on the floor taught so they cannot move, her calves roped together just below the knees and tied taught to rings in the wall directly behind so she cannot lower her body since her knees cannot move out, her waist wrapped with rope and tied taught to a ring in the floor directly below so she cannot raise her body, her calf and especially thigh muscles strained to hold her position.
Notes: I guess the only funny part is the sentence structure. And taking so long to reach the main clause can be considered torture.
NOTES
I actually got this position from a Chinese kids’ magazine as a kind of punishment or endurance test, without the bondage of course. Try it, without the bondage of course. The sentence structure is kind of like German where you could go through all these phrases waiting to find the main verb at the last word of a sentence.
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Bed Time!
Story codes: F nc tort nosex
Her bed has been stripped, leaving a framework of metal wires and springs held by twisting wires together leaving sharp stubs everywhere.
NOTES
Grim Williams’s A Red Hot Chile have something similar, and C. A. Smith’s The Last Days of Miss Primrose.
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Her Ladyship’s Medical Science Phase
Story codes: MF nc tort nosex
“So doctor,” her Ladyship asked, “these in vitro experiments that demonstrated the formation of kidney stones, can you reproduce them in vivo?”
NOTES
The idea is inspired by the episode of the TV series Reba where her ex-husband had kidney stones. Her Ladyship and the Doctor are from Fred Brown’s Short-Short Torture Stories. The science words are from my science background.
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Her Ladyship’s Version of an, God-Forbid, American Sport
Story codes: F+ nc tort nosex
“Girls, suit up.”
A spiked metal ball is placed inside each bra cup and the bras strapped on tight. Each metal ball is pressed into the tip of each breast, spikes poking into the nipple and the rest of the crater made by the inner curve of the balls, and spikes poking out of the fabric of the bras.
A spiked metal ball is placed against each cunt and the panties pulled over and snapped on then strapped on, pressing the spikes into the cunt and the clit, while the balls bulged out the front of the panties with spikes poking out of the fabric.
A stretchy sock-like shoe is pulled up each foot up to the ankle and strapped on, holding a spiked metal ball against the arch, pressing the spikes into the sole and bulging out the bottom with spikes poking out of the fabric, forming a kind of high heel.
A stretchy glove is pulled up each hand to the wrist and strapped on, holding a spiked metal ball against the palm, bulging out with spikes poking out of the fabric.
A knee pad is strapped on each knee, with its strap running through a spiked metal ball, pressing it into the back of the knee.
An elbow pad is strapped on each elbow, with its strap running through a spiked metal ball, pressing it into the back of the elbow.
A shoulder pad is strapped on each shoulder, with its strap running through a spiked metal ball, pressing it into the armpit.
A spiked metal ball is forced into each mouth, with a strap running through the ball strapped on tightly behind the neck under the hair.
A helmet with eye protection is placed over each head, with its strap running through a spiked metal ball, pressing it into the bottom of the chin at the upper curve of the neck.
The game is of course tackle football, with a hollow spiked metal football. The quarterback has her gloves removed. Everyone else is expected to hold the football with by cradling it against the stomach or other parts of the body.
“Ah, ah, ah, ahhhh!” the quarterback tried to signal the snap count.
Fumble!!!!!
NOTES
The idea comes from Baer-chen’s Underwater Hell where a sea urchin was inserted into a bikini bottom and bulged out. And my love of knee/elbow/shoulder pads. Her Ladyship is from Fred Brown’s Short-Short Torture Stories, which also had American football stories Sports Torture Revisited: America’s Other National Game in SSTS#8 and Every Mortal Woman Knows This, Dear in SSTS#61.
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Tennis Bondage
Story codes: F nc tort bond nosex
She wore the usual competition outfit: white tennis skirt that does not reach mid-thigh, white socks, and tennis shoes; and stands in the serve reception stance, with feet wide apart and knees sharply bent. Under the skirt she wore nothing but a thick coarse rope that circled her narrow waist, then down between her buttocks, up between her labia, over her clitoris, looped over the waist rope, and down to a heavy metal ball-and-chain without the chain where it is tied. Another loop of rope around her neck kept her on her feet. Her shoes were nailed in place. As time passed, her thighs strained to hold the position, and she had to periodically straighten her legs to ease the strain, lifting the heavy metal ball with coarse rope creeping along her slit as it tightened under the weight of the ball.
NOTES
Taken straight from hogtied.com’s 1858 Audrey which had everything but the shoes, neck rope (wrist behind back in reverse prayer instead) and tennis outfit.
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Exercise Machines from Hell I
Story codes: F nc tort bond nosex
She’s on an inclined treadmill, wearing strap-on pumps and a pencil skirt slit in the back. Her elbows are pulled back and tied to a wooden rod behind her back, her wrists cuffed in front at her waist. Her blouse is unbuttoned down the front, her bras unhooked and hung loosely below her breasts. Alligator-teeth clamps attached to chains from the front of the machine bite on her nipples. The machine is unpowered: if she doesn’t run, her weight on the incline moves the treads down and pull on her nipples; but if she does run, she moves the treads to keep her roughly in place. This beats dangling a carrot in front of her.
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Exercise Machines from Hell II
Story codes: f nc tort bond voy nosex
She is lowered onto the inverted bicycle bolted to the floor with the back wheel pointing up. Her feet are strapped over her exercise shoes and socks to the foot pedals. The bike has been carefully adjusted and angled so that the back wheel is barely in touch with the front center part of her crotch. The tires have rough gripping treads. As she pedals, one leg straightens while the other knee lifts up, flashing her panty-less crotch under her knee-length pleaded skirt and white blouse. Now how to keep her pedaling? It’ll have to be strategically placed and synchronized electrodes on her leg muscles.
Epilogue: Originally it was upside down, with she on her back, arms stretched out to the sides and bracketed down to keep her upper body immobile, legs pulled up to the contraption, bending her waist and lifting her buttocks. But there’s no upskirt fun. Also, a custom-built torture machine modeled on the bicycle gave way to an actual bicycle. The fit might be problematic, but it’s worth the trouble to use the real thing.
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Exercise Machines from Hell III
Story codes: F nc tort bond nosex
She’s on the monkey bars, her wrists cuffed to the side bars to keep them outside her shoulders, with alligator-teeth clamps connected by a chain that loop over the top bar. She can either keep her chin above the bar and holding her body above the ground, or drop her feet down to the ground and pulling hard on her nipples.
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Exercise Machines from Hell IV
Story codes: F nc tort nosex
She’s in the push-up position, with only her palms and toes on the three patches of the floor not covered with sharp metal spikes.
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Exercise Machines from Hell V
Story codes: F nc tort bond nosex
On tip toes, her wrists are tied taught up through pulleys and down to nipple clamps, or down to crotch ropes.
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The Breast Stocks
Story codes: MMMM/F nc tort bond nosex
“Put her in the breast stocks.” One guard lugged over a three-foot bar of solid steel with one-inch-square cross section. Two guards pulled her arms to the two ends of the bar, and hinged close and locked on the ends, forming two circles of steel cinched snugly around the narrowest part of her wrists so they cannot slide at all. The guards let go of the breast stocks, letting her feel its weight, heavy but manageable. Then the two guards at the sides took firm holds of her shoulders and waist, and the guard in front lifted the breast stocks to the appropriate height, aimed and pushed it onto her chest. Instead of a bar, the center of the breast stocks looped into two circles that fit loosely around the base of her breasts. Pressing the circles into the center of her chest triggered a mechanism that sent one-inch spikes from knobs on the circles into her breasts, twelve spikes for each breast. “Ahhhhhh!!!!” When she regained some of her composure, they let her go. Her shoulders are terribly strained, but each time she tried to push her arms forward, or when her arms tired of holding the weight, the breast stocks pulled on her breasts by the embedded spikes.
Another version of the breast stocks consists of a rectangle of one-inch-thick steel block formed by a top and bottom piece, each with half of the four holes that functioned as before.
In either case, the prisoner can be let loose in the streets, where she is completely dependent on the townspeople to give her food and water, and help her take care of other bodily functions.
NOTES
The breast stocks is related to various neck-and-wrists-restraining stocks, pillories, yokes, cangues, etc. of the unanchored varieties. Originally, my fantasies were of a yoke whose arm bars are forced back to thrust out the chest and put serious strain on the shoulders. Some website described how criminals punished in the cangue is let loose in the streets so people can see the punishment and they are completely dependent... I’m thinking of two ways of writing this aspect of the breast stocks into a story.
After the fact, I found that the insex video pigfarm have something just like my breast stocks, except that it’s attached to the breasts by cinching the base of large breasts and making them balloon out (something I don’t particularly like). From the video, it seems that forcing the arms back doesn’t hurt as much as I thought. Maybe I’m just not as flexible when I tried to position my arms manually.
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The Wrist Stocks and the Wrist Trap
Story codes: F nc tort bond nosex
The Wrist Stocks is the sister of The Breast Stocks and I have written a short story for it. The wrist trap is of the same construction but the victim does not know it for what it is until she inserted her wrists and became trapped. Like in the movie Saw II. On the other hand, we can make the breast stocks into a breast trap if only the victim can be induced to insert her breasts, which is, well, tricky. Actually, see my X Traps Episode IV: The Breast Trap.
Schoolgirl in Concrete
Story codes: M+/F nc tort bond nosex
Okay, so she’s not a schoolgirl anymore, but two pieces of wood with three appropriately sized and placed half-holes are locked around her neck and wrists, forming a square, making sure her hair stays on top. Then she is forced into a wooden box with the top and most of the back missing. The square is then pushed down and nailed to close the top of the box, forcing her to bend her knees. Then her ankles are lifted and placed into half-holes on the back of the box wide apart so that her knees are sharply bent and does not touch the sides or the bottom of the box. The rest of the back is nailed on, trapping her ankles and sealing the box completely. Concrete is poured into a hole in the top, filling the box completely. As the concrete dries, it heats up slightly and expands, pressing in, even forcing itself into her vagina (pre-stretched and held open if necessary). After the concrete dried, the wooden panels can be removed. Urination would probably be difficult and painful; a catheter can be used if necessary. Defecation would probably be impossible and again painful; another tube can be used if medically necessary.
Another version goes down to her waist. Then she can be forced to walk and kneel with the full weight of the concrete block.
A third version uses ice, which probably expands more than concrete when solidifying, but without some sci-fi, she would not survive long enough to be interesting.
NOTES
Freezing is one of my earliest fantasies but it’s really not practical even in fantasy. There’s Hans Solo in carbonite in Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back (but that’s unconscious). Then there are images of people half-buried: at beaches, in quicksand, in the movie The Deer Hunter (it’s water but close enough), in one of the Rambo movies (in mud), in a Chinese movie where a female prisoner was buried naked up to the bottom of her breasts in the ground and left overnight and a big snake visited, in Uthur’s The Agony of Rome [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] (to bottom of crotch). I read somewhere on the Internet about someone getting trapped in mud or something in a cave and it solidified. There’s Hungry Guy’s Encased in Plaster and Mindy’s Destiny. Then there’s Waita Uziga’s guro manga Schoolgirl in Concrete, from which the title is taken, but the concrete’s after the girl was killed.
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Freezer Trap
Story codes: F nc tort bond voy nosex
She is chained by her wrists over her head in the walk-in freezer. Tired of trying to call for help, she pressed the big red button on the device strapped to her palm, just under her thumb.
Jets of cold water strayed onto every inch of her body. Her hair matted about her head. Her white blouse and thin bras soaked up the water and became transparent. The clinging material outlined the silhouette of her bras and her nipples and partially revealing the color of her skin where it plastered to her body between wrinkles of air. Her short light skirt, too, wrinkled and plastered to her slender thighs, wrapping around into her inner thighs. Below, her pantyhose changed color down to the thicker tips where she barely stands on her toes, stretched taught by the wrist chains.
The water sprays soon stopped, and she shivered in the cold of the freezer, the moisture on her slowly but steadily start to freeze. Perhaps moving water would retard ice formation. Pressing the button again, she let the jets hit her. It doesn’t feel warmer but must be above the freezing point. Then it stopped again, even with her thumb clutching the button. She’ll have to release it and keep trying until it deemed to grace her with the sprayed again.
NOTES
This is another reaction to Saw III, where the girl is nude, has no control, and dies. The unnecessary nudity in a “mainstream” film surprised me. In any case, if you’re gonna get wet, I think wet clothing makes it better. Oh and I’m not sure if I got the physics of freezing right, and not sure of the survivability of freezing temperature.
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Twister Trap
Story codes: F nc tort nosex
In despair, Amanda of Saw III took off her shirt and bras instead of her jeans and thrust her breasts into the “Twister Trap” prototype until the mid-line of her chest hit flush against the machine, and the trap activates and is too late to back out.
Two semicircles of steel closed in the base of each breast from above and below, each top band with three sharp skewers that went all the way through to bottom band and the semicircles locked together.
Slower now that the target is trapped, two more semicircles locked midway up each breast, each with two skewers. Then the completed rings are screwed out ninety degrees outward, twisting the breasts and pulling them out slightly by the skewers.
Finally, two more semicircles locked about each nipple from left and right, with a single skewer, then screwed out ninety degrees in the other direction.
Strips of steel locked the rings in place and she is released from the twister trap.
NOTES
Another reaction to Saw III. The device is the what Saw III called the “Rack Trap” which unfortunately is applied to a guy and twists him to death and it’s over. Actually, my device is based more on the one in Thndrshark’s Visits, which is applied to the clit. The scene is where Amanda walks off, thought about cutting her wrists, then pulled down her jeans and cut her thighs. Not that I don’t enjoy seeing her thighs, but I was really hoping that if she had to hurt herself, she would put herself into one of the traps.
The Sprinklers Are Coming!
Story codes: f nc tort bond
She was tied with just a single loop of rope around her waist, cinched behind her, then looped around her wrists, and knotted between her wrists and back, palms outward, then down to a ring anchored deep into the ground. The rope was pulled so tight that it forced her hindnie and her thighs into the ground, the rest of her legs bent at the knees and sprawled on either side. Her pleated skirt had ridden up to mid thigh, and was pulled out behind so she could feel the lush grass below from her bottom down her thighs.
Then, it started. One by one, from far off into the distance, the sprinklers came to life, spraying their jets of water in circles. Closer and closer they came, popping up and started spraying. She pulled futilely at her bonds, but they were so tight she couldn’t even pull herself a fraction of an inch off the grass. Then they hit her, spraying her with cold water, soaking through her white blouse until it became transparent and her frilly bra and even her nipples became visible. Then another sprinkler head popped up, right up her fanny and started rotating and spraying.
NOTES
Okay, the range of the sprinklers shouldn’t overlap like that, it’s a waste, but I want her to get sprayed.
REFERENCES
The Pine Cone Experiment
Story codes: f nc tort
“I looked up how pine cones open and close on the Internet. Seems they open when hot or dry and close when cold or wet. Well, here’s a hot and dry hole,” shoving in a fairly smooth pine cone five inches long and just over a inch wide, and locking on straps to keep it in.
The next day, “Wow, it did open,” removing the straps. “Guess if you want it out, you better get it real wet and keep it wet until it closes. And I’ll make sure you only use your own wetness.”
A few days later, it’s out. “Wow, it worked. Now let’s try this one.”
