Chapter 4: Grounded Desires
Chapter Tags: F/f, Female Dominant, Female Submissive, Corruption, Extreme, Heavy, Non-Consensual, Reluctant, Bondage, Bullying, Breath Control, Domination, Edging, Feet, Gas Mask, Humiliation, Impact, Kicking, Masochism, Pain, Orgasm Denial, Sadism, Scent Play, Sensory Deprivation, Submission, Trampling, Verbal Abuse
Maria's gaze lingered on Christina as she circled her like a predator. For the last ten minutes, Maria's thoughts, like fleeting shadows, jumped from one wicked notion to another as she grappled with the overwhelming flood of possibilities. Her usual scenes had always been structured with boundaries and planned by negotiation; this generally left only a handful of options to her, making the decision-making process simple enough. But now, with no such limits in place, there were countless sadistic options, and her lust urged her to indulge in everyone, but the impossibility of acting on all of them made each choice feel maddeningly difficult. So, Maria just continued to circle, lost in her own thoughts.
Christina, still lying prone on the cabin floor in a sticky puddle of her own mixed fluids, tried to relax despite her aching body. She could feel Maria's gaze burning into her, a weight of silent judgment that sent shivers through her quivering form. The uncertainty of what was to come filled the air with a thick tension, sparking nervous energy that kept Christina on edge. Despite the dread that gnawed at her, a deeper, darker part of her craved the twisted pleasure she knew would soon follow the pain.
Jake watched from the side, occasionally encouraging Maria, "No need to hold back, it's clear the little slut enjoys it," he sneered. "This is your chance to explore every twisted and sadistic thought and idea that you have" His continued as his words dripped with malice. "Hurt the worthless little bitch. There's no safe word here. Nothing can stop you."
It took about another 5 minutes before Maria finally settled on how she wanted to abuse Christina next. Maria moved to her bag of tools, rummaging through it with focused intent before pulling out several heavy metal shackles with attached metal chains. Maria then locked a shackle tightly around each of Christina's wrists and ankles. First, Maria pulled Christina's left wrist high above her head locking the shackle to an anchor point on the floor with one of the chains. The right arm followed, then each ankle, until Christina's naked body was pulled spread-eagle in the shape of an X. Maria adjusted each chain, pulling them taut one link at a time.
Christina's breath hitched as her sense of helplessness deepened with every tightening chain. Her muscles quickly strained against the pull, a dull ache spreading through her body. By the Time Maria was done the restraints left Christina with almost no room to move. The realization of her complete lack of control sent a shiver down her spine, her heart racing with trepidation. The cool, sticky floor beneath her was a stark and humiliating reminder of her own body's betrayal, intensifying the swirl of emotions that flooded her mind.
Maria moved back to her bag of toys, and picked up a MSA Millennium gas mask, some rubber tubes, and a compact 1-liter black rubber rebreather bag. she walked back toward Christina, she glanced down at the helpless girl's face, which was still a disgusting mess of sweat, cum and spit. Setting the items aside for a moment, Maria grabbed a piece of paper towel and methodically wiped the wet filth from around Christina's mouth and nose, ensuring the area was clean to avoid any interference with the gas mask's seal.
Christina's gaze followed Maria's movements, her heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Bound by the unforgiving shackles, all Christina could do was wiggle and strain weakly against her restraints as Maria cleaned her face.
Maria picked up the gas mask and then carefully positioned it over Christina's face. Maria tightened the straps until the mask sealed tightly to every contour of Christina's face. As Christina drew in air the pressure of each breath became a tangible presence. Maria then attached a separate rubber tube to intake and exhalation valve of the mask. These tubes were connected to the small rubber rebreather bag, forming a closed loop between Christina's breath and the confined space of the bag.
Christina's mind raced as the rebreather bag swelled with her exhaled breath. A small opening at the tip allowed only a fraction of the air to escape, forcing each breath to become a controlled and deliberate act. As Christina drew in another breath, her lungs absorbed the recycled air from the rebreather, prompting her to breath in harder to introduce a meager influx of fresh air through the small opening. Every breath felt like a delicate balancing act, demanding Christina's full concentration, as she quickly realized that a short inhale equated to a lack of fresh air, and a brief exhale would barely fill the bag's capacity, making the next breath even more challenging.
With everything in place Maria circled around Christina with purposeful steps, her eyes locked on the helpless body sprawled before her. Maria dragged her toes lightly along Christina's flesh, testing the tension in her muscles. Maria pressed her foot into the side of Christina's left calf, the full weight of her body bearing down on the taut muscles. Christina winced, her body straining against the pressure, yet unable to shift or escape. Maria's toes dug and wiggled into the flesh, kneading at the muscle beneath.
"I know I used to treat you like dirt back in high school," Maria sneered, unable to resist the urge to taunt Christina. "But damn, I never thought I could literally walk all over you!"
For a fleeting moment, Christina's mind spiraled, she was sure she knew her tormentor but now it was clear this woman had been one of her high school bullies. The realization flickered, but before Christina could fully process the thought, Maria moved upward putting her foot on Christina's welted thigh pain causing pain to surge through Christina, yanking her violently back to the present. Christina's breath hitched audibly through the gas mask, each gasp amplified by the confined space of the rebreather. Maria's toes dug into her tender flesh sending sharp, jagged spikes of agony through her body, leaving little room for Christina to think about anything else but the immediate pain.
"You've always just been a doormat, haven't you?" Maria continued her sadistic taunting.
Each insult was like a blow, burning into Christina's mind, reinforcing a belief she was starting to accept "Ye.. Mi...ress" Christina tried to answer through the pain, but it was muffled by the gas mask.
Maria continued her painful walk-up Christina's body, her foot now descending onto Christina's stomach. Sharp discomfort spread through Christina's abdomen as Maria's toes dug in mercilessly into the Christina's tender stomach muscles. Christina's breaths became even more labored as her diaphragm struggled to push back against Maria foot. The gas mask muffled any sounds of distress that tried to escape from beneath the rubber seal.
Maria's words dripped with disdain, "I bet nobody would even miss having you around. You're just as worthless now as you were then." Her foot pressing down harder on Christina's abdomen, the physical pain mirroring the emotional sting of her words.
Maria's then moved her foot up to Christina's chest, stepping on her welted breast. The pressure on her ribcage and sternum felt like an unrelenting force, amplifying Christina's sensation of breathlessness. Christina's muscles tensed in response, her tightly bound spread-eagle form offering no support or escape.
"You thought high school was bad? Now we both know that was nothing compared to what you deserved." Maria spat, each word landing like a slap making Christina's feel smaller, more insignificant.
Next, Maria's toes dug into Christina's bicep with unrelenting pressure. The Maria worked her way down to Christina's the wrist, her toes kneading and probing at the helpless limb. Christina winced, her body involuntarily straining against the chains, but there was no escape from the painful massage.
"I bet even now you're craving attention, any attention, even if it's pain. You're a disgusting loser." Maria taunted.
Maria paused, leaving Christina's left side aching and throbbing. Trembling, Christina gasped for air, struggling against the restrictive grip of the gas mask and the chains that bound her. Each breath was a fight, the rebreather bag swelling and collapsing as she battled for air. Maria's gaze shifted to the rebreather bag, her foot pressed down on the bag, deflating it completely. Maria watched with a twisted pleasure as Christina's lungs emptied. The gas mask creaked under the strain as she desperately attempted to draw in a breath of fresh air, only to be met with the cruel realization that it was impossible. The seconds stretched as Christina's vision blurred, her lungs screaming for fresh air, but none came. When Maria finally lifted her foot only the tiniest trickle of air seeped through the small hole. Christina had to breathe deep and hard, her chest rising with effort, just to pull in the faintest wisp of oxygen.
"You're so fucking pathetic" Maria said as she knelt down and picked up the bag. She brought it to her mouth, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly into the tiny hole, her warm breath filling the latex bag and granting Christina, the meager relief of inhaling the fresh air Maria had just expelled.
As Christina worked to catch her breath her mind was spiraling between shame and lust. She despised how every cruel word and painful touch seemed to trigger a twisted thrill deep inside her. It filled her with disgust, stirring self-loathing for wanting the very degradation that mirrored the bullying she'd endured in school. Yet, paradoxically, those very feelings of self hatred fed her desire, locking her in a vicious, inescapable loop that constantly urged her to embrace the perverse submission.
Maria grabbed the discarded paper towel she had used to clean Christina's cum stained face earlier. Dipping it lightly into the puddle on the floor, she ensured it was saturated with a vile mix of sweat, cum, spit, and Christina's own pussy juice. Maria then unscrewed the tube from the gas mask's intake valve and strategically placed the filth-soaked paper towel over it, before reattaching the tube. This added yet another small layer of resistance to Christina's already labored breathing, forcing each breath to pass through the soiled tissue.
As the tainted air filled her lungs, Christina's senses were assaulted by the pungent mixture of her own bodily fluids and the stench of Jake's cum. Her emotions spiraled even further into chaos, each breath amplifying the tangled mess of shame, lust, and humiliation. Her breathing became ragged, rapid, and erratic until the tightening of the mask and the realization of her dwindling air forced her to slow down and take deeper, more deliberate breaths. But each deep breath dragged in more of the foul stench, heightening her awareness of her helplessness and humiliation. It wasn't long before that surge of lust to resurfaced, driving her to lose control of her breathing all over again.
