Breathing Through the Struggle Pt. 02

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Sofia sat there in silence for a moment, pondering her situation – cameras focused on her every move, breath monitored and controlled by Helen’s device, a set of still cold shackles holding her ankles in close proximity, wrists bound comfortably but restrictively. Were these cameras live streaming elsewhere? Who could see the feed? Were Jake and Ethan still around tonight? Why in the world were her hands behind her – this was extremely frustrating to not have any sort of personal access!

She sat there fiddling with the cuffs behind her back, thinking about sleep but unable to let it wash over her. She did her best to flip over and face the outside of the cell. The conference floor was still lit, but at a lower setting, and was eerily quiet compared to earlier in the day. She scanned the rest of the booth that she had not had a chance to check out earlier in the day. An assortment of different restraint devices lined the booth, darkened now without the regular show lighting of the day. How peculiar it was to her to find herself, a strong, successful woman, restricted to this tiny cell – a stark contrast to her night before in the comfortable hotel room. She played back the day in her mind, pausing to contemplate the stature of Jake and Ethan, and then wondered about Helen and how she had gotten into this business in the first place.

Sofia stared into the dark camera lenses and pondered if anyone was watching her, who was watching her, what were they thinking? As she scanned around the booth, a QR code caught her eye, next to a picture of a model’s hands in cuffs similar to hers. As she read the text above it, her pulse began to quicken – “Restraints so comfortable, you could sleep in them! Don’t believe us? Watch our live-stream tonight, 10 pm – 7 am!”. She felt herself beginning to breathe quickly, only to be abruptly calmed by the device in front of her mouth.

She strained her neck to look at the device the cameras were hooked up to, it showed a multicam view of her sitting there in the cell with a view counter underneath – “750 Viewers!” – it proudly announced. She broke her stare away for a moment, scanning her room and looked back – “843 Viewers!”. Shit!

She folded her legs forward and wobbled herself upright. Taking tiny steps as big as the shackles would allow, she walked to the edges of her cell, turning partially to test the bars, looking for a way out. Nothing, nothing would budge! She looked up to see the cameras watching her. She shuffled over and tried the door Helen had let her in from… locked as well. Shit!

Sofia turned and looked at the screen again “1007 Viewers!”.

She craned her neck to look back at her wrists and strained, trying to pull them apart. Her arm veins bulged and muscles contorted as they diyarbakır escort pulled and pulled, but to no avail.

Sofia walked up to the side of the enclosure and pushed her face up against the bars to try and see the screen better. Besides the ongoing camera view and increasing viewer count, she realized with panic that there was a live comments section being displayed on the right side as well. She tore her eyes away and stepped back, almost falling backwards as she forgot the constraint in her step size. Her curiosity got the better of her though and she stepped forward again and scanned the comments:

“Whoa, they’re that confident in their product?”

“Looks nice!”

“Wish I were in there with her!”

“Who is she? I can’t quite tell??”

“Wish that was me…”

“I saw her earlier today! Great sales pitch!”

“Clothing too loose.”

“Did you see her legs earlier?”

“They’ve gotta try some of their other products on her!”

“Now that is commitment to sales.”

“So helpless, so hot”

“Too much clothing.”

“Uhhh, hot!”

“My turn!”

Just then, the door clicked open and Helen entered through it, closing it behind her with a satisfying click. She walked forward confidently and grabbed Sofia by the arm, pulling her back into the middle of the cell. “So the viewers are enjoying the view huh? Our presales are going through the roof, let’s up the stakes a bit don’t you agree?”

Sofia began to protest and found herself unable to make more than a “hmmph” sound.

Helen briefly undid one side of the cuffs and Sofia instinctively brought her hands together in front of herself, glaring at Helen. Helen stepped behind her, followed by a quick whirring sound and came back in front of Sofia. Helen grabbed her wrists and shoved them back together in the cuffs, circling them with a steel wire she must have grabbed from behind Sofia. Sofia looked at Helen with a sense of fear and curiosity in her eyes. Helen just chuckled and looked blandly into Sofia’s eyes and whispered “come now, this is just a taste of what I had to go through.”

The whirring began again and Sofia’s hands were pulled up in front of her and then over her head with just enough room to shift around. Her tight, orange top pulled tightly at the neckline, giving her a wedgie that only got worse as she tried to adjust her stance. Helen kissed her on the cheek and whispered into her ear, “don’t worry, Jake will come back in an hour to let you get some sleep,” and headed back out the door, closing it behind her with a solid click.

“Jake?? Seeing me like this??” Sofia thought to herself, feeling her heart rate quicken at the thought of him finding her in this position, unable to do edirne escort anything but wiggle from side to side. “But the cameras are watching me, I must be safe either way,” she reasoned, focusing her eyes on one of the lenses now clearly engaging a growing audience transfixed by her predicament. She tried to shift forward again to see the screen, but could only make-out the glow bouncing off the darkened walls.

As she fidgeted over the next 30 minutes, her wedgie got worse and worse, though she noticed her hands were surprisingly comfortable regardless of the pressure – “good engineering,” she reasoned. She pondered the number of people watching, wondering how many were currently having the time of their lives seeing her struggling away on a live stream, loving every second of her torture. She pulled at her cuffs, wondering how she had missed the mechanism above her earlier. She strained her neck to try and look upwards and heard a sudden scrrrrrrrp as the neckline gave way, forming a small tear in the tight fitting top in-between her collar bones. “NO,” she tried to scream into the air, ending with a muffled “NNNPPPHH,” this can not be happening! She shifted again to try and look at the damage, encouraging the fabricate to stretch again with another terrifying rrrrriiiiiiiiiiip.

Cool air streamed in and she shivered briefly, feeling the atmosphere hit the top of her chest-line. “Still safe, not too bad.” Her observation was cut short by a low, long r-r-r-r-riiiiiiiiiiiiiip as the shirt gave way, exposing her chest to the onlooking cameras. She felt her face go red with embarrassment, she was fully exposed to the cameras, helpless and unable to cover herself. She had been wet from realizing her predicament, and now felt herself soaked as she came to terms with her exhibition. She struggled in her cuffs, unable to do much more than wiggle around, which she came to realize was probably even more to the enjoyment of her viewers.

Sofia spent the next, as she reasoned, hour or so like that, trying to no avail to cover herself in any way possible. She tried rotating 180, but found the cable had little give and twisted her back. Finally, she heard the click of the door and familiar footsteps entered the cell.

“Oh, Sof…” Jake whispered. He walked around in front of her. As she looked up, she realized he was hearing a tight, police officer’s uniform with a face covering obviating his identity. She wished she had had the same anonymity. Jake stared at her for a minute as she checked out his muscles bulging from the uniform and a growing bulge from his tight, blue pants. He reached up and brushed her hands, admiring the shackles and her wrists bound together. He traced his hand down her outstretched arm, making edirne escort bayan her shiver as he caressed her. She inadvertently leaned towards him, her mind filled with desired.

He pressed himself up against her and she could feel the size he was hiding against her side as he whispered into her ear “I’m going to let you free, but first, I want you. OK?”

She nodded her head vigorously. “Screw the cameras,” she thought, she was on fire and needed Jake badly. The thought of being taken while a thousand or so watched on turned her on so badly she reasoned they must already be able to see her growing interest.

Jake stepped behind her and slid her legs apart as far as they would go in the shackles, then pressed a button behind her, followed by a familiar whirring as she was brought to stand on her tiptoes. He gripped the remainder of the top and ripped it off her in one smooth motion. He similarly made quick work of the pants, leaving Sofia standing there balancing on her tiptoes, fully exposed to the cameras.

She heard a soft ziiip and felt a soft, warm, but hard and long member touching against her back. Jake wrapped his arms around her, steadying her in place and shifting her hips back towards him. She pushed her hips back, practically begging for his touch. He slapped her outstretched butt and reach around to caress her breasts, pinching on the nipples, causing her to cry out in happiness and surprise. In one swift motion, he positioned himself and then dove deep into her, causing Sofia to shudder and moan through the gag. He began thrusting into her, and Sofia felt herself gripping his shaft over and over, feeling him deep inside of her belly and forgetting about the cameras.

Thrust after thrust left Sofia moaning in lust and happiness, loving every moment. She felt an orgasm rising and shook violently as it hit. Jake seemed even more motivated by this, ramming himself deeply over and over, encouraging her to take his cock deep inside of her. Each time she moaned too hard or breathed too quickly, the gag would restrain her breath rate, causing her to gag on the air and struggle to keep up. Jake pressed himself against her and squeeze her nipples hard, causing another orgasm to shoot through Sofia’s body. She could barely stand on her tiptoes and was shaking, deep in the moment and loving every second of it.

Suddenly, he rocked forward, causing her to go all the way up as he buried himself as deep as he could inside of her, grunting loudly as he shot load after load of warm juice up inside of her. He held there for a moment, holding her tightly and breathing heavily, before retracting and zipping his pants back up. He huffed happily to himself before clicking the motor back down until Sofia sank to her knees. He unhooked the cord, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back to her feet. He scooped her up in his muscular arms and placed her onto the cot, softly covering her with the blanket at the edge, and kissing her on the forehead. She was asleep before he even left the cell, clicking the door closed behind him.

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