Occupational Hazzards
Chapter twenty-four
Aqua could sense Juanita near her; but her blindfold
prevented her from seeing what was happening. Instead,
she was compelled to concentrate on the incredible
strain enveloping her body. She was obviously
suspended. Ropes had been run from the rafters to her
widely spread feet; then she had been hoisted into the
air. Her wrists and elbows were still tied tightly
together behind her back. Although she was not sure,
the strain on her torso indicated that a rope ran from
her wrists to another rafter, forcing her arms upward
and bending her so that her chest was the part of her
body closest to the floor. It was singularly her own
weight which was torturing her now--a constant,
steadily increasing strain on her shoulders, thighs
and small of her back.
Aqua had no idea how long she had been hanging here.
Her thighs burned from supporting her weight; it felt
as if they were being pulled away from the bone. Her
back ached from its unnatural arch.
Her stomach muscles were cramping as they were
stretched by the upward
curve of her body. Her shoulders were on fire as the
tendons struggled to hold the weight of her upper body
while being forced back and up into a cruelly
unnatural position. Even her neck hurt. A noose of
thick hemp had been put over her head and into her
mouth preventing speech while the other end was tied
to her bound elbows, bending her head upward at a very
painful angle. Aqua's
only contact with the world around her were her own
moans and
the sound of her labored breathing. She struggled to
endure her bondage.
From above in the barn's loft, Jaunita drank in the
picture of the tormented Aqua. She saw the figure of
her tall, muscular friend stretched taut with her body
shiny with its own sweat. Her heavy breasts moved
gently, seductively, with her
labored breathing; their large red nipples prominently
displayed as drops of sweat rolled off them and fell
to the dusty barn floor. Aqua's slim body quivered
from the strain of her suspension, the muscles of her
arms and thighs flexing as she fought to ease the pain
of the ropes. Her head, pulled up and back to expose
her face, allowed perspiration to pool in the crevices
of the nape of her neck. The sweat mixed with saliva
at the corner of the woman's mouth and ran down her
chin. An expression of gnawing strain on her face was
and Jaunita thought that it was the perfect indication
that Aqua was exquisitely bound to maximize the sweet
pain. The stress was evident even though Aqua's long,
dark hair and narrow blindfold partially cloaked her
face. As Jaunita sauntered around the loft, she could
see Aqua's shaven crotch was clearly exposed--she was
ready to receive company.
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