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This story is the result of a series of challenges I received over e-mail. My partner would imagine a bondage situation and I would then describe how the heroine managed to free herself. The project was that her bondage would get stricter and stricter, and more dangerous with each new challenge. Until she found herself in am inescapable bondage that would kill her.
I like to write this kind of things. So, if you can imagine a cruel bondage situation, feel free to send it to me over e-mail, and I shall try to escape it and send you my story.
Also, you can check my blog on my Yahoo 360° where you will find other types of scenarios I like to write for. Collaborative writing is what motivates me, so do not hesitate to write me!
The escapologist show
Paragraphs written by CL
Paragraphs written by Aurélie Catena
Introduction
This story happens in a special circus called the "Bondage Circus". Aurelie Catena, the Queen of Escape Artists, has volunteered to enter a special show where she will face a series of bondage challenges from which she has to escape.
First round: Hog-tied
You are brought out into the centre of the ring by two of the stage hands they each have hold of one of your arms as you are brought out. I stand in front of you and announce, "This act will be a little different as the next slave will undergo several rounds of torture purely for your entertainment. each round the bondage and pain she will endure will get harder and harder as she will have to escape. The crowd gasps and cheers as they see your lovely body.
I enter the arena, trying not to blink in the spotlights. I hear the crowd cheering. I try to smile to them, even through I can hardly see them, blinded by the harsh light. I am wearing a very sexy outfit principally made of criss-crossed black-leather straps connected with shiny buckles and rivets. It looks like every part of the outfit could be unbuckled to its components. My anonymity is guaranteed by a black-leather mask covering the upper part of my face while leaving my long, curly auburn hair to flow down my back to my waist. My white, round shoulders are naked. Below them begins the criss-crossing of leather, keeping two black triangles over my proud, firm breasts. A shiny stud is glistening just where my nipples should be. The leather straps leave most of my back, flanks and flat belly uncovered to reach a skirt made of hundreds of black-leather strings hanging in a corolla from a belt circling my hips. With each step, the strings move around, offering glimpses of my white, athletic thighs, and of my black leather thong. The string skirt stops short of my knees. My long, well-defined legs continue down to my feet which are perched on top of the highest pair of black-leather heeled sandals ever seen. My whole body is athletic and very feminine. A look of strength and suppleness emanates from my persona as I walk, led by the two assistants.
"She is the queen of the escapologists. She is the one who was left chained inside a crashing plane and who managed to parachute 300 meters above the ground, the one who got out of a pit of hungry tigers where she had been thrown strictly hogtied. You have all seen her famous dares. Tonight, I am proud to introduce Aurélie Catenaaaaaaaaa!"
As you announce the rules of the first show, I can't prevent my heart from beating a little faster. Your Circus is renowned for its harshness and I always know that something can go wrong as there is no trick in my art. Just strength, will and suppleness.
Well round one will probably not be much of a challenge but will make a nice warm-up. Besides after each round she will remove a part of the gorgeous costume. Several lengths of rope are brought out and I tightly tie your hands behind your back. I then tie your ankles together and sit you on the ground I tie a rope around each ankle and bend you in half at your waist and tie your ankle ropes to your wrist ropes leaving your arms strapadoed and your ankles by your shoulders.
I smile and stand back to watch
Aurélie's long, athletic legs are pressed tightly against her torso, her knees on each sides of her breasts and pushing them together. Her feet are on each side of her head, with the rope connecting together pressed across her face. Her arms are contorted behind her and pulled hard up between her shoulder blades, tied to her ankles. She is lying on her back on the floor. The position has made her skirt to open like a flower, offering the crowd a clear view of her black-leather thong and of her straining, muscular legs.
In spite of the strictness of the bondage, Aurélie does not look in too much discomfort. She is obviously very supple and used to have her body twisted around. She is even smiling, even though her face is concentrated as she assesses her situation.
For a moment there is not much to see. Aurélie is making small movements with her legs and arms, exploring the limits of her freedom. Muscles can be seen rolling under her white skin. Then one can see her arms trembling, her hands making fast movements behind her back. She seems to be pressing her legs even harder against her shoulders, slackening slightly the rope connecting her ankles to her wrists.
And suddenly there is a snapping sound. Her legs unfold and she moves her arms from behind her back. She lifts her hands in the air, free of rope. She sits up and curls her legs against her chest, bent at the knees. Her fingers are working fast on her ankles and in a matter of seconds she unties her legs.
She stands up, smiling widely and bowing to the cheering audience.
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