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Breathtaking Brenda (rework, all parts)
🕑 Added 2020-03-20 19:20:14 +0000 UTCLinda strained against the unforgiving steel cuffs holding her in a hogtied position as she got close to orgasm for what felt like the 20th time that evening. And just like the 19 times before, her purple-haired captor pulled the vibrator away exactly as her clit started convulsing and she was about to explode. In sheer frustration, Linda grunted into the ball gag and shivered in her inescapable bounds.
“Aww, my poor girl wants to come so badly, but can’t!”, Brenda said in a voice surprisingly soft considering what a mischievous brat she was. She put the vibrator just out of Linda’s reach, but where she could see it. Then she took another sip from her chalice filled with expensive red wine.
“Well, I’m starting to question your motivation to break free from these shackles… I mean, I’ve been teasing you for hours, you must be all desperate and crazy by now. And still all you can do is moan and look pity! Haven’t you learned anything being the assistant to the greatest escape artist since Harry Houdini?”
Linda rolled her eyes. While freeing herself miraculously from even the tightest bounds was 'Breathtaking' Brenda’s strength, modesty surely wasn’t.
“I admit, I love teasing my little girl way too much to actually allow her to escape”, Brenda continued, smiling down on her helpless captive. That bitch! Nothing got her more turned on than seeing other girls struggle in denial, when she herself was so needy she couldn’t stand it for a minute!
“Enough for the moment. You deserve some rest. I’ll leave you like this for the night as a… lesson in patience, shall we say? You know, patience is the key for success in this business. You need to learn this, or you’ll never be a worthy successor to me. Patience, darling!”
Linda struggled and protested, but Brenda had made up her mind and there was nothing she could do.
“I however will do some research preparing my newest project. Oh, Linney, this will be my masterpiece! Escaping the infamous Bondage Asylum! No one has ever done that. Sure, a lot of patients are there on their own free will to live out their weird fantasies of being all bound and helpless, so I guess they weren’t trying all too hard. but I will! Imagine the publicity I’ll receive from that stunt! Of course, I’ll need your assistance. No one must know about this thing, otherwise it’ll spoil the surprise. You will have to carefully document everything, talk to the nurses to get background information of my treatment and so on.”
Linda shrugged. Whatever. All she could think of was her tingling pussy soaking the mattress with her juices.
Of all the strange places in the city, the Bondage Asylum was especially outstanding. Once an actual asylum for the mentally ill, complete with padded cells and treatment rooms, it was bought by an unknown private investor several years ago and turned into… well, it was hard to tell. Brenda only knew that everyone who wanted the experience of being tied up, restrained in every way imaginable and treated like a patient was a welcome guest at this facility. The interesting thing was that Bondage Asylum still had the legal status from before, so in the eyes of law was still a medical institution. Which would explain them claiming to offer ‘legal bondage’ – once you committed yourself, they had every right to keep you. In short, the perfect place for an escapologist to proof her worth!
Brenda had planned this carefully. She knew the asylum’s staff would either not allow her to commit herself out of fear to lose their reputation as ‘inescapable’ place or would use her stay there to gain publicity for themselves. So, she committed herself under a false name, accompanied by her assistant Linda. The treatment she chose was a bondage only plan – she would be restrained in some way 24/7, but without any of the nastier treatments some patients here chose to endure. Also, she didn’t set a time limit. When she would inform the press after her great escape, the whole story needed to be ‘breathtaking’, and nothing would amaze the audience more than the threat of Brenda being held there literally forever if it wasn’t for her magical talent to escape even the most hopeless situation. However, she wasn’t stupid. There was a very slim chance of her not getting out of her predicament. That’s why she made Linda her contact person. She was allowed to pay her visits at the asylum, and she could end her treatment at any second. Should this whole thing go south, Brenda would give her a sign during one of the visits and she would be freed in no time. And since Linda was the only other person she had talked about all of this to, no one would ever know if she failed.
Right after her commission, Brenda was told to undress and put all her belongings into a little box. Then she was tightly restrained and put into a wheelchair. While Linda stayed back to talk with the nurse supervising her commission, she was wheeled down a corridor towards her cell. She was so excited! I can’t wait seeing all these nurses’ idiot faces after I’ve humiliated them!, she thought, already testing her bonds. They were surprisingly tight, but she was confident they would give in over time. After all, no bound could hold her!
A few days had past, days Brenda had spent with struggling, wiggling and eventually furiously fighting her restraints. Much to her despair, it was all to no avail. She had underestimated how seriously they took their promise of inescapability at Bondage Asylum. These were no ‘hobby-nurses’ here, they were all expertly trained in tying up a person to the degree of immobility. During the last days, Brenda had basically given up. She hated being defeated but was glad no one knew who she was. It was about time her assistant Linda showed up to sign the release documents for Brenda’s false persona. She wasn’t only exhausted from the constant struggle, but also terribly horny. After all, bondage wasn’t just her ‘job’ but a very arousing predicament to be in! Brenda preferred being able to get herself off though or being brought to orgasm. She almost regretted not choosing another treatment plan, with more orgasms and less strict restraints. Anyway, she would soon be back home and there were quite a few new ideas she would put Linda through for being late!
As she thought about her future, the door to her padded cell opened. She had to spend the nights in here, sealed into latex and tied up like a little bundle. It had been hard to get any sleep at first, but meanwhile her exhaustion took care of that and she just drifted off. She opened her eyes and saw a nurse entering the room. It was the one wheeling her to her room on the day of her commission. Brenda had barely seen her since. She had a fiendish grin on her face, and almost sneaked into the room, closing the door behind her. She walked around the tied-up escapologist and lay down next to her, as if she got herself comfortable on a big couch. The nurse got very close to Brenda who couldn’t do much to alter her position. She brought her mouth close to Brenda’s latex-covered ear and whispered:
“Well, hello there! So sad I couldn’t visit you the last couple days… I really liked you from the start! I’m glad the head nurse has made me your caretaker finally, responsible for your treatment. Well, I guess things are going to change from now on…” Brenda started to get nervous. She tried to turn around and look at the woman, but her tight reverse straitjacket and the neck brace prevented any movement like that.
“Sure”, the nurse continued, “you have a treatment plan, but who cares? You know, we’re supposed to be supervised at all times to prevent any misconduct at the patients’ expense, but sadly the head nurses don’t take their job too seriously. That’s truly irresponsible, don’t you think?” Brenda froze. Where the hell was all of this going?
“I can practically do whatever I want to you without anyone even asking questions. And I have something very special in store for you, my dear! I will make sure you’ll get the most unbearable tease and denial treatment we have to offer. I always wanted to know what happens to someone when always kept at the verge of climax without ever reaching it!” Brenda twitched in her unforgiving bonds, producing a muffled, high-pitched sound. What the fuck?, she thought, I need to get out of this place!
The nurse didn’t mind her frantic attempts to get free and just went on whispering: “I’m so sorry, but I guess you’re stuck now with the most sadistic bitch working here. I promise, starting tomorrow, I’ll have you ride the edge to orgasm until you forget your name. You will be teased to insanity!”
After an agonizing night with the words of her crazy nurse still echoing in her mind, Brenda was brought into another room the next morning. In a procedure that left absolutely no chance for escape, two nurses released her from her straitjacket and chained her up in a standing position. Wearing a pair of ballet boots, she was forced to put her body’s weight on her tiptoes. Nothing of that was pleasant, but what infuriated Brenda was the nurses replacing her muzzle with a very familiar ball gag – the one she had used herself on her assistant Linda several times before! They professionally ignored her pleas and shoved the purple rubber ball into her mouth, fastening it tightly behind her head. What the hell is going on here? she thought, a strange feeling rising inside her stomach. Where did they get that gag from? She tried shifting the weight from her toes, but whenever she lowered her body a bit, the chains pulled tightly on the collar around her neck, so eventually she decided to stay perfectly still.
With aching muscles, sweating and afraid of the ordeals to come, Brenda could do nothing but wait. When the door opened and Linda appeared in the frame, the desperation on Brenda’s face was immediately replaced by anger. She greeted her assistant with an annoyed grunt through the gag. Was about time that cunt showed up! she thought, absolutely ready to leave this god-awful place. Had Linda already signed the papers? Then she realized the outfit the sexy redhead was wearing: it was one of Brenda’s very own, one she usually used to wear to her live shows! She had never allowed Linda to try them on… As the assistant slowly approached her immobile boss, all the timidity had vanished, and she seemed to almost glow with confidence. The strange feeling in Brenda’s guts increased with every heel-clicking step Linda took towards her, until she finally stopped just a few feet away.
“I see the gag has somehow found its way back to you!”, she said, smiling right into Brenda’s confused face. “And it seems like you’ve already settled in here. I was wondering how you’re getting along with that big escape plan of yours. Obviously, you haven’t yet decided to get out. Such a drama-queen, aren’t you?” Brenda shouted something back at her, but the gag reduced it to some faint murmur. Linda sighed. “I must say I’m really busy stepping in as your replacement in all of your stage shows. I mean, it’s awesome to finally be in the spotlight, but it’s a lot of work! I might not be as great as you, but it still pays very, very well! I tell everyone that you’ve taken some time off in order to prepare your next show, and no one doubts any of that.” All the anger inside of Brenda was slowly washed away by fear. She could only stare in disbelief as Linda continued.
“Well, escape anytime you want, I’ll be ready! Looks like they’re preparing some rather interesting treatments for you”, she said, looking down to the floor at two strange, dildo-shaped tubes laying there. “I heard them say something about high-intensity orgasm denial in the hallway, so if I were you, I wouldn’t hesitate and get out as soon as possible. Especially thinking of how much you hate being on the receiving end” Now, Brenda was furious and afraid at the same time. She stared into Linda’s eyes and produced some unintelligible noises. That stupid bitch doesn’t get it! I can’t get out! This is serious! She tugged at the chains and blinked her eyes like crazy.
Linda didn’t seem to take notice. “Anyway”, she said, slowly turning towards the door, “I need to go now. I got a meeting with some TV producers. They’re interested in making some show based on your life. I thought I might be helpful to them as an advisor. And for playing the main role, should you still be absent when shooting starts. Me playing you… think of that!” Brenda was almost crying with desperation now. Her own TV show – that had always been her dream. A silent plea escaped her gag.
“So…”, Linda continued in a calm, sensitive voice, “if you have any doubts about whether you can actually escape this institution and you don’t want to find out what it feels like to be mercilessly teased every day without ever orgasming again – just give me a sign now and I’ll get you out of this. Otherwise, I’ll be gone to LA for at least a few months in order to prepare that show.” Fighting her bounds as much as she could, Brenda screamed into the gag. I want out! Don’t leave me here! Let me out! It was hard to understand, but her struggling left no doubt about her intention not to stay here. Linda looked her deep in the eyes, a coy smile lingering on her face.
“Really Brenda… any sign! No? Okay, I guess you’ve made your decision. Enjoy your stay for as long as you like – every frustrating second of it. Bye then!”
Brenda had no idea how much time had passed since her commission at Bondage Asylum. Everything had turned into a blur of being teased, of getting so very close to a mind shattering orgasm and then being mercilessly denied. She now embraced the times she was only locked into her cell, tied up and chastised. Not that she could have played with herself all tied up, but her devilish nurse didn't take any chances.
In whatever time she'd spent at the asylum, she'd given up the hope to escape on her own. Since she hadn't seen her assistant anymore, all she could hope for was to give away her identity, put the cards on the table and take the humiliation. Tell them how foolish she was, that she had been tricked and hope for mercy. She didn't care about her reputation anymore, all she wanted was to get out of this. One time she was almost able to get rid of the gag. When strapping her in for another teasing session, the nurse forgot to fasten it in her neck. Before Brenda could push it out of her mouth and say something, the machine started its work, and within seconds she was too worked up to even think straight. Now she was waiting for another opportunity. Strapped down to a bed deep in the belly of the old building, her nurse had prepared her once more for "riding the edge", as she put it.
"So, what program would you like to try today, dear?", The nurse asked playfully while Brenda just started up to the ceiling. Up there in the rightmost corner, she spotted a security camera, silently watching her. "I think we could go for... 45 percent intensity..." The machine was a device created in hell only to torture her, Brenda thought. It was connected to her chastity belt and did control two dildos protruding into her most sensitive parts as well as several electrodes, capable of delivering the slightest, barely noticeable stimulation to her clitoris and anus. The sensations it could make her feel were hard to even describe and ranged from having her clit gently licked to having every hole being penetrated by two huge cocks. The machine vibrated, sucked and slowly fucked the helpless Brenda all the time, with one goal only: getting her painfully close to an orgasm, but never allowing her to cum. First, Brenda had thought that was impossible. That, after a certain time of being teased, her brain would eventually make her cum, send her over the edge in some sort of emergency shutdown to release her from the tension. Sadly, the machine was analyzing her brain waves and could perfectly adapt to them. Also, it was very versatile. The sensations Brenda felt were different every time she got close to coming, and even if she knew better, she always thought that this time it was finally happening – only to feel another level of frustration when every stimulation suddenly stopped.
The nurse was rather absent-minded this time. Maybe she’s starting to get bored, Brenda thought. There wouldn’t be any point in this if that bitch lost interest in her. This could be the perfect moment! “You wanna hear a funny thing, dear?”, the nurse said, conspicuously looking at Brenda, “There’s this new Netflix show, ‘Unshackled’. And the protagonist, Brenda, has this lovely purple hair, just like you have! She’s an escape artist, can you believe that?” Brenda twitched heavily in her bounds, tried to make eye contact with the nurse who had already turned her head away and was now staring in the air, contemplating. That IS ME!, she screamed in the gag, but her idiot captor just kept on talking.
“God, that girl’s so hot… sadly, the series is more about her life and dealing with the challenge of being a woman in showbiz, but there’s always a few scenes with her in bondage – not as elaborate as yours, of course, but still very sexy. Sure, she always escapes, that’s the thing, isn’t it? I would just love to have her here… show her what it feels like to be stuck for good. You think your situation is bad, sweetie? I would turn Brenda’s life a living hell with all the possibilities of my little toy here!” Brenda’s heart sank. All this time, her last straw was to give away her true identity – now it seemed like the worst possible idea. Oh god, what a fucking deranged bitch is this? She quietly sobbed into the gag. Then, the machine started to work her over again, making her melt in her latex suit as it slowly massaged her g-spot.
“I guess we can bring our little experiment to an end now”, the nurse said. Brenda heard the words through a haze of lust and still fully got their meaning. “You’re so miserable it’s not even funny anymore. It’s time you learn what else this machine can do. You will orgasm like you never have before, and all the teasing from the weeks before will only make it better!” The sensations Brenda felt had her shuddering, goosebumps were building under her tight latex skin. Any coherent thought was washed from her mind as she was finally rushing towards the best climax of her life – and then it stopped. She groaned as her whole body convulsed in spasms. And just at the exact moment the wave of arousal and stimulation started to wear off, there was another impulse and she was on the edge again! She was constantly pushed back towards a point just before coming, but still not allowed to reach it!
“Aww, sorry my dear! I really wanted to grant you release, but then I thought: since you already have that beautiful hair, why not pretend you were that escape artist? We surely can’t expect HER the commit herself, so you’re the closest I get to fulfill my fantasy! So, you’re not gonna cum now. Or anytime soon. Or, ever, should you not break out of these bonds! Instead, I’ll just keep you like this. No more rest periods, no more fiddling around with 45 percent. I will turn you into a wild animal, a horny, brabbling piece of meat knowing nothing else but the desperate need to come! Oh, there’s so much to look forward to!”
Through a curtain of tears, Brenda just stared at the ceiling again, focusing on the camera. Was someone supervising all of this after all? Could someone see or hear what the nurse had just said? Someone had to come and make an end to all of this. She pleadingly stared into the black lens as another orgasm began to build.
Brenda stared pleadingly into the camera, hoping someone would see her plight and somehow get her out of that predicament. Sadly, there were no supervisors or head nurses or other officials watching what cruel treatments the former escape artist had to endure. The little cameras in the cells were made for interested people to watch the ‘progresses’ their husbands, girlfriends or whoever else they had voluntarily or involuntarily committed there made while kept securely locked away. In Brenda’s case, there was only one person watching her struggle, the only one knowing she was a patient at Bondage Asylum. On the other side of the city, miles away from that strange place, her former assistant Linda was carefully witnessing every reaction on her boss’s face.
Linda had recently learned that her own orgasms were so much more intense while knowing Brenda completely missed out on coming herself. She had made a little game out of masturbating to the livestream from Brenda’s cell, teasing her clit with a vibrator. She was keeping herself from coming until the point Brenda was just about to climax. Then, when her trapped boss got mercilessly denied once more, Linda pushed herself over the edge. Her moans of pleasure mixed with the sweet grunts of frustrated agony resounding from the notebook’s speakers and echoing through the room.
It was her fourth orgasm of the day. Time was running late, and although Linda would have loved to continue her game, she had to get ready. The second season of ‘Unshackled’ had just been ordered and she was supposed to fly over to L.A. for some meetings. She turned the vibrator off and had one last look at the screen. Brenda was staring right into the cam, her eyes filled with tears. “Have a great day, boss!”, Linda said and closed the notebook. Then she got up and headed to the luxurious bathroom to take a long shower. Maybe she’d rub herself to a few more orgasms before the driver arrived. Finally, everything felt like it was in the right place.
