Kathryn struggled to keep up with the imposed speed on the treadmill. her chained ankles do not make it easy on her and neither does the leather gag stuck in her mouth. A wide steel belt surrounds her waist. Her wrists, enclosed in rings attached to the front of the metal belt while her elbows remained tied behind her back. Chains connected the steel belt to the treadmill edges. All she could and had to do was run on the treadmill to keep it moving and prevent the little wheels with tiny whips behind her butt from turning on.
Since the start of the session, that has only happened once when she stopped walking in the absence of her ‘babysitter’. She was unaware that the wheels would start automatically if the carpet moved slower than the indicated speed. She could only walk two kilometres an hour, but she had wanted to take advantage of what she believed to be a failure of her jailers. She understood her mistake as soon as the whips fell on her buttocks and she quickly resumed her walk but the beating had continued for five minutes.
On returning, the supervisor, Marlene, explained to her that it was normal; She had to be punished for her disobedience. She then had set the new speed at three kilometres per hour and removed a link in the chain of the captive's ankles. Kathryn could not restrain a cry of protest muffled by the gag that invaded her mouth but unfortunately her cries were audible enough for her torturer to hear who responded by tightening the ankle chains further, increasing the speed to five kilometres an hour, then left without telling her when she would be back.
What Kathryn was going through was an apprenticeship. She had to be able to move quickly with her ankles shackled. This is the choice that was offered to her after she made a false confession to the Commission: either be locked in a secret prison or work in the service building under Marlene's surveillance. She chose the second proposition although she was unaware then that this job had entailed that she would be naked, gagged, and shackled. And that she had learn to walk quickly with her ankles shackled.
The door of the room opened and one of the members of the Commission entered the room and cuts the control of the whipping wheel. Kathryn realized that she could stop running but wonders why this man was there.
The individual took out a syringe from a box and Kathryn realized that she was dealing with a mole from within the Commission. He came at her with his face uncovered. It only means one thing; he was not afraid of keeping his identity hidden.
“I see you understand.” He spoke slowly, “What is happening to you is unfair. You did what I asked you to do and you did not reveal the truth to the Commission, but I have no choice. You could change your mind and decide to say that I ordered you to lie to the commission...”
Kathryn tried to call for help but the hellish gag stifles her cries.
“It won't hurt. I’ll inject you with this product and you will fall asleep painlessly. When they find you, it will look like a heart attack.”
The man approached and Kathryn begged him with her eyes. It doesn't stop him. Distraught, desperate, she struggles in her chains in vain. Her calls for help, filtered by the gag, become pitiful moans. The man applies a hand behind the captive's neck.
“You're only making things more difficult. I promise you won't suffer…”, The needle moved towards the neck of the young woman without her being able to oppose it. Suddenly, the door burst opens and Marlene appeared with a gun in her hand.
“If I were in your place, I would drop this syringe. Now.”
The man hesitated for a moment before obeying Marlene’s words.
Tears of relief flow from Kathryn’s eyes. The nightmare is over, she will be freed! Marlene approached her and caressed her hair gently.
“You were scared?”
Kathryn nodded in the affirmative.
“Do not worry. You don't risk anything anymore. I'll give you a few minutes before restarting the whips.”
The young woman’s face grew confused without understanding. Is she not going to be released? Marlene stared at her for a short moment before she burst out laughing, “You thought we were going to free you? That’s out of the question! We still have to keep everything a secret. Now then…”
Marlene placed a kiss on the breasts of her prisoner, “... I want you to stay with me.” She pushed a button and the treadmill began to slowly start up.
“The whips are new assets. You have ten minutes to pick up the speed of five kilometres per hour. No need to thank me. See you later.” And with that, Marlene left the room.
Left alone, Kathryn, mad with rage and despair, struggled uselessly in her chains. She screamed in anger through her gag. But it was impossible to break free from its shackles. No one listened to her pitiful cries; she would only wear herself out in vain.
Suddenly a bell rang. It was the signal that reminds her that she had not started walking and that the punishment would begin soon. Desperately, she started to walk on the carpet but she lost too much time already and she didn’t reach the required speed in time; The whips start to work, lashing at her butt, but she continues to walk. She finally reaches five kilometres per hour, but the thongs keep hitting her for several long minutes. Tears of rage of despair and pain ran down her face before eventually the hellish wheels stopped turning.
Buttocks burning and exhausted, Kathryn continues her endless walk...
Tags: bondage, bdsm, ball gag, f/f, body harness, punishment, spanking, mistress, handcuffs
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Story by Gwenboyfriend |
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Artwork by WantedWaifus |
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