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Ch. 3
A whole hour had passed since the escape began and Brad had finally opened the garage door from within his smashed car. Emerging from the dark garage and into the painful light of day while still in his underwear, Brad optimistically went to the front door and rang the bell. Maybe she’s already free and can answer the door. After a few minutes of waiting, Brad went into ‘emergency mode’ and assumed the worst about what was going on in the indoor spa.
Brad retrieved a cinder block and went around to the back of the mansion to where the largest and most vulnerable windows lay. One baseball like throw was enough to take out the window but Brad begins to realize that his path lay ahead full of broken glass and Brad was currently without shoes. Daphne was the daredevil and might put herself through cutting up her feet for an escape, but Brad sure as hell did not possess the strength of mind of his girlfriend for such punishment. No, there must be a better way.
Daphne’s right foot tears loose of it’s steel enclosure and she can now use it to brace against the lip of the tub and push harder to free the left foot. Her foot feels like it has been given a monumental Indian Burn. It was time again for her to breathe even though she last broke the surface only three minutes ago and Daphne sat up with all her might. In her desperation, she breathed too soon and gulped pure water. If she fell back down now she would die.
No, instead with all her willpower she stayed up long enough to blow water from her nose and take in much needed air. She no longer had strength to control her decent and came crashing hard to the spa floor, cracking the ceramic with the weight. The heavy gag in her mouth prevented her from coughing out what water she inhaled and caused her upper airways to spasm. She was choking. Worse now, the extended battle for air during the last sit-up has caused her abdominal muscles to completely give-out. She was not going to the surface any time soon.
Brad was getting rewarded for his laziness. Moving to the front lawn there were at least three days worth of newspapers he had not had the energy to retrieve before. He became aware that the neighbors who had heard the smash were now watching a semi naked man tying old newspapers to his feet. “Go back inside,” I shouted. “We just had a stray baseball hit a window, that’s all.” I was tempted to instead shout, “someone get an ambulance.” For all I knew, she was just finishing up her escape act and she would be pissed by the broken window, smashed car and the horrible publicity of the cops investigating. But, I can’t waste much more time.
Daphne was losing consciousness and realized it was over. In her hypoxic hallucinations however, she could see the blurry image of a slow stream of bubbles jetting to the surface. Had she cracked the tub and air was coming from beneath her? No, she began to make out that it was coming from a spa jet. Brad must not have turned the jets completely off as it was becoming more and more obvious that some gas was escaping.
Daphne had no idea what spa gas was and where it came from, but she knew she had no choice but to slide over to the jet, jam her nose into the jet outlet and hope she makes enough of a seal to breathe it in. Astonishingly, she did just that but breathed in a little bit of water with the gas. Never the less, she tuned out the throat spasms along with all the other spasms in her body and began to tug at the left leg with earnest as the spa gas had temporarily quenched her thirst for air.
Several sharp tugs with the left leg and a few breaths from the spa jet and she had miraculously freed her other leg. Daphne knew that without her off the chart level of adrenaline and hysterical ferocity, no human on earth could have freed their legs from such bindings and resisted the pain of the scraping and leg cramps. She pulled her legs from the ledge and stood up shakily, nearly falling down. Her lower back and abs were still weak and in pain but nothing compared to her still swollen sex. She slid down the irons from below her knees and she knew that with her legs freed, nothing was going to stop her now.
Nobody was as nimble and controlled with their legs as Daphne. She walked unsteadily from the tub that had imprisoned her for the past hour and a half and towards the marbled counter of the bathroom. The bathroom carpet was now soaking wet and the escape artist was blowing mucus from her nose. This was not as glamorous a job as maybe her fans would have expected. She was able to lift her powerful right leg above her waist and swipe the key ring off the counter with it. It didn’t even cross her mind where Brad was, as she had blocked out his very existence to spur herself to escape.
Daphne uses her toes as well as some people use their fingers as she used it to quickly identify the keys to the locks on her crotch. This was her most pressing region of her body to free. Amazingly, through Pilates and yoga training, Daphne was capable of bringing her foot up to her chest and use it to insert and twist keys into the locks of her crotch chain. She could hold the body of the keys tightly between individual toes and could even maneuver lock picks with the dexterity of writing with a pencil had she been able to access her picks still locked within the jacket.
Her feet were a little tremulous from the morning of stress and she could see the harsh scrapes to her ankles and heal that were actively but slowly oozing blood. Had she ever been in such a position, she felt like she could bite off her own foot to free herself like a trapped wolf. If need be she could be more animal than man. After she gratefully released the crotch chain, she was able to unbuckle the crotch strap that her boyfriend had so ruthlessly applied. This buckle was not done in front but rather between her butt cheeks which further demonstrated her world renowned flexibility and focus to undo it.
Her crotch was now free and the sudden release of pressure and recirculation of blood seemed to immediately amplify the pain. Daphne began to massage her labia and clit with the bottom of her feet to relieve the pain, but her body responded with sexual urgency. She was unconsciously thrusting her hips and mashing her crotch against the leg of the nearby chair to heighten the experience and even forgetting about her restraints she unconsciously and repetitively tried to bring her arms down to meet her sex.
The tight hug of the jacket was being replaced in her mind by the embrace of a solidly built man as he has wrestled her to the floor of her bathroom and made her willpower come crashing down into her primal instincts. Her nimble legs were now pulling her panties down and then kicking them all the way off, making her feel delightfully vulnerable. She then lay in a butterfly position but with her back on the ground and was expertly penetrating her pussy with one foot and fingering her clit with the other. This is a move that few people could imagine possible, but something Daphne secretly knew she could do. As she finally approached the brink of a real orgasm, there was not even a thought of the chains that still held her or the fatigue of the almost deadly torture she experienced that morning.
“Daphne! Daphne I’m coming baby! Don’t worry.” Brad was shouting in the distance. She was almost there to complete bliss as she was moaning into her gag. She could feel that this might be the best cum of her life. Brad had clip clopped his way in, wearing newspaper shoes, sweat on his forehead and looking at first greatly relieved to see his girl laying outside the confines of the spa, on the floor and still breathing. But as he began to hold her, he noticed she was not paying attention to him and impatiently shrugged Brad off her with the fling of her shoulders. It was then when he looked down and saw her nudity and what she was doing.
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