Anna's Collection - Flexibility

As a clean freak, feeling her drool trickle down her chin and onto her bust caused Sylwia's skin to crawl in disgust. Compared to the forced vertical splits she was to endure however, the irritation of her saliva touching her flustered and hot skin was only a nuisance. Trying to count the seconds she spent tied like this did little to alleviate her situation, the ache of her tormented body broke all forms of meditative contemplation. “Guuuooh....F-fhhhh...Uoohh...” So bitterly did she try to remain impassive, but even a battle-hardened soldier like her could not control the involuntary actions of her own body. She was, after all, only human.When it comes to torture it wasn't a matter of whether you can take whatever the tormentor gives to you, it was all about how long you could last with your tongue held down. Despite her willowy features, Sylwia had endured enough hardship to resist any form of interrogation for quite some time. Sleep deprivation? Nail pulling? Strappado? She could handle all that.

Yet, what unnerved her the most was the hands of the many faceless men who would treat her as nothing more than a few warm holes for pleasure. She would often be bound well within reach of any stranger whenever her mistress desired to just have her. It reopened wounds that she tried desperately close, of a betrayal when she was raped by her comrades-in-arms and left for dead in an ammo dump. By a friend, no less. Yet, no matter what curse she uttered out with strained breaths, little of it mattered to her 'Mistress'. Even while she knew full well just what happened to her back in Wrocław, she insisted regardless to have the customers 'play' with the merchandise. And when she refused, retribution came swiftly: All because of her refusal to give head did Sylwia find herself in this position.

Legs forced into a brutal vertical splits, her arms were drawn harshly with her right forearm pulled towards her back against her shoulder blade, left arm reaching from her back trying to meet with her other arm. An exercise position meant to loosen up the arms and maintain flexibility, but any longer than holding it for five minutes was nothing short of torture. “Ghhhg...Auuuhhhh-!” She cried out in agony as her cramped muscles tensed further, as though her once pliable muscles hardened like concrete. Her toned legs strained with holding the weight of her body, forced to the balls of her feet Sylwia trembled from the strain of her bondage.

The ropes did little to hold her weight, but it made certain that she was held where she was. She allowed her furious gaze to falter ever so slightly, her teeth leaving behind deep indentations upon the ornate leather ballgag. The tension wrung her out like a towel, yet she knew well there was more to come. When her captor said 'hours' she knew well that she meant it that way. Perhaps this was her just desserts for refusing to service a total stranger. “Ugh-kh...ghh...ahhhhghh..F-fhuuooohhhhhh~” A throaty moan left her lips, as she renewed her furious glare, fantasizing all the horrible ways she would ensure that her red-haired 'mistress' would suffer before her death comes.

Yet, the torment continued on, for a considerable length of time. Her body twitched with resolute agony, as she was instead covered in a fine layer of sweat. Reduced to nothing more than a pain-wracked bundle of flesh, Sylwia's glare faltered as she looked in vain towards the door. Everyone had a breaking point...perhaps it was just...time.

“P-Puhheasss...h-hehllphhh meihhh...”


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