THE MOVEMENT - Extract

 

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Jackie wouldn't be able to say the exact point at which she realised that she was suspended off her feet, off the floor by her enormous tits. It was just something that manifested itself and explained that pain. One minute she didn't know what the fuck was happening to her and then next she knew she was strung up with all her weight on her tits. And it was that, that was causing the agony right through her whole being. For the first time she opened her eyes wide and kept them open wide. For the first time she tried to discover what her real predicament was. Those drips of water seemed to be getting shorter and shorter in between.

She had the thought in her mind that she'd try to move her arms but she realised quickly and in another tsunami of pain that she couldn't move them. Her arms had been brought behind her and cinched together at the elbows so that they touched - that in turn had forced her shoulders back and presented her bound tits perfectly for Jasmine. With this realisation came the one that she was naked - stark naked. She tried to curl her fingers, just to get some sensation other than pain, but that failed and she screamed out again in agony. Her hands and wrists had been brought together and secured. Her hands were secured back-to-back, tightly. With her arms like that, behind her, it kind of provided a counterbalance to her being suspended by the tits.

She tried to look down at her tits. Correction, she did look down at her tits and she immediately cried out, not from the pain, but from the shock. They had been bound in a figure eight of rope to provide the anchor point at which she was suspended. But the weight of her had tuned her breasts blue - and they had swollen right up in a way that was a stark contrast to the rest of her pale flesh, and the veins and milk ducts were prominent through the thin blue flesh covering them.

For some reason she was asking herself how long had she been hanging like this? For some reason it seemed like, or felt like she had been like this forever. Certainly from the colour and the deformation of her tits, it was like she had been hung like a piece of meat and then just left.

Her nipples were huge, grape like and they were swollen erect. Even to Jackie, through teary eyes, they looked pain filled and, or hyper sensitive. Trying to look down further to the floor - yes it was an uninviting cold looking grey stone floor with a drain cover directly under her, but she could see her ankles held wide apart by a spread bar that had been cuffed to her ankles. And there was another spread bar between her knees. And because of the joint efforts of both spread bars, she was forced into this suspended squat that looked not only supremely uncomfortable, but also extremely painful. The pressure on her spine must have been total.

And as Jackie came around more she was remembering more and more. Jasmine - she remembered the bar, the meeting she'd had and yes Jasmine. And when she remembered her she could see her, standing over her in the bar and then standing over her again as she looked up out of the SUV trunk. Then she remembered nothing after that. At least she was remembering and answering her own questions now. At least there was an explanation as to why she was here. But that didn't really help her because what made her fearful, and what accentuated that fear was the name 'Jasmine'. And the fact that it was that sick bitch who had taken her here. And judging by how she was secured, and hanging by her tits with her legs spread, Jasmine hadn't taken her here to play games with her. Jackie began to weep as she hung by her tits. That was all she could do was weep in this way. And interspersing her sobs were the drips of water from somewhere in the blackness behind the spotlighted area that she was in.

But then there was another sound from that blackness, and from a different direction. It was the click, click, click of high heels. And that sound although beginning in the distance, was getting closer and closer. And when Jasmine morphed out of the blackness and into the light, Jackie was looking right at her. And it was then that the sobbing became uncontrollable. And at first Jasmine didn't say anything. She just came fully into the lighted area and circled Jackie. She didn't say anything - she didn't really do anything except circle her and look at her. And there had to be that feeling that what she was doing was deliberate.

For Jackie now completely out of the meds that had disabled her and knocked her out, she was petrified. She didn't have the cloak of meds fogging her brain now, helping her through what would be the worse day of her life. Now she was completely awake and she was completely petrified. She was so petrified that the pain seemed to take second place.

"You know, right under your feet here, there is a drain cover. That will drain your piss away - because you WILL piss yourself when I start doing what I am going to do to you. It's almost like a magic drain because I can lift it up, and it will swallow up your entrails, and your internal organs if this doesn't go how I want it to go. If you don't talk and tell me what I want to hear, there is nothing, literally to stop me slicing you open, spilling your guts, and watching you bleed out in front of me. And you know what, that thought kind of excites me - so you pretty much need to please me above and beyond my expectations, so that I don't choose that option."

Yes there was that high pitched voice that sounded echoey in what had to be a vast space beyond the light. But there was also this cruel calculating feel to Jasmine's voice. Anyone hearing that voice for the first time, in this setting would be disturbed by it. But Jackie had heard Jasmine's voice before. She had practically felt Jasmine's breath wash over her, she had been in such close proximity to her. And more to the point, she had seen her working. She had seen her in action, as it were and now she was on the receiving end. And she believed that this woman could simply slice her open and watch her bleed out. That might have been something fanciful for an interrogator to say, just to set the right scene, just to set the right vibe for what was ahead. But Jackie knew that this woman was capable of it. She knew - she had looked into Jasmine's eyes and seen a murderous woman in there and now she was at her mercy.

Jasmine had changed now. She was in a skin tight black latex catsuit that did nothing to impede her movements. It was as though she had been dipped into liquid latex and then pulled out and left to set, such was the tightness of fit. Around her middle was a wide utility belt made of thicker, more industrial rubber. To her lower legs, fitted knee high boots that followed the contours of her calves. These boots were zipped and laced and the heels were maximum. And Jasmine was able, with ease to walk on these heels.