Up in the Air

Chapter 3: Up In The Air.

Full Chapter Tags: MF/f, Female Dominant, Male Dominant, Female Submissive, Corruption, Domination, Extreme, Heavy, Non-Consensual, Reluctant, Bondage, Blowjob, Breath Control, Domination, Facial, Face Fuck, Forced Orgasm, Impact Play, Masochism, Pain, Sadism, Shibari, Spanking, Squirting, Submission, Suspension, Torture

"Use your hair and soak up that disgusting filth from the floor slut!" Jake ordered as him and Maria stepped aside for a brief break, leaving Christina alone in the aftermath of her own unwanted arousal.

Christina used her hair like a rag to mop up the puddle of her own juices from the floor. The task was humiliating, her hair sticking to her face, damp with sweat and shame.

"You may stand up now whore" Jake said once as Christina had finished with her task and as she did the damp strands of her now pussy soaked hair clung to her face.

Jake then handed Christina a glass of water, who drank quickly. Christina remained still, her breath catching in her throat as worried about what was going to come next. Yet, beneath that apprehension, the feeling of excitement and need still a lingering that kept her on edge, and she couldn't quite be ignored.

Maria approached Christina holding numerous coils of rope, her eyes filled with a sadistic hunger. Upon reaching Christina she dropped all but one coil of rope at Christina feet, then with out a word staring sternly into Christina eyes, Maria began weaving the rope around Christina's torso, her fingers moving with practiced ease winding the rope around her chest and shoulders into a modified Takate Kote harness. The harness hugged Christina's body, tightening in all the right places while still allowing her chest to rise and fall with each breath.

Christina could feel the ropes pressing into her skin, a constant reminder of how truly helpless she was. Christina didn't dare speak or move, her eyes were locked onto Maria's, whose cold and predatory, made her feel small and weak.

Satisfied with the chest harness, Maria picked up a second coil of rope and wrapped around Christina's waist and thighs creating a modified Drum Harness. Each knot was secure yet careful, Maria took her time to ensure there were no pinch points, the structure both supportive and beautifully intricate. Finally, Maria threaded loose two untreated rough coconut ropes between the harnesses, these are not meant for support but were placed to be pulled or tightened, ensuring discomfort or pain at Maria's whim.

Maria then guided Christina toward the center of the room, beneath a sturdy beam with strategically arranged anchor points. With a firm hand, she positioned Christina onto her back. Maria then moved on to Christina's arms, bending them carefully so hands where beside her shoulders before securing them with more rope. Maira tied a modified Tengu, incorporating a Server's Hand Catch, turning Christina's arms into useless, immovable wings with her finger being pulled painfully backwards.

Jake stepped in to assist with the next part. Working in tandem they pulled rope through the overhead anchor points and connected them to the harnesses wrapped around Christina's body. With a strong, coordinated pull, they hoisted Christina into the air, leaving her suspended horizontally, face down, with her body parallel to the floor. Next Maria tied additional ropes around Christina's ankles, securing them to the support lines of the hip harness. This not only bent Christina's legs at the knee but also drew her ankles up toward her back slightly. Maria and Jake stepped back, admiring their handiwork as Christina hung in mid-air, like a living decoration, her body completely immobilized and exposed.

Christina couldn't resist the impulse to test the limits of her mobility. With a subtle wiggle, she felt the firm embrace of the ropes, each one serving its purpose in restricting her movement. The ropes dug gently into her skin which wasn't painful, but the slight discomfort heightened her awareness of her helpless state. Christina reveled in the unique sensation of vulnerability; this newfound helplessness only seemed to fuel her excitement. The intensity of Maria and Jake's eyes on her as she hung suspended, powerless and reduced to nothing, but a living toy also seemed to deepen the intoxicating rush coursing through her.

Maria grabbed one of the loose coconut ropes, knotting it in several places with expert precision. This rope seemed designed to irritate, to burn and scrape the skin as it moved. Maria threaded the rope downward, guiding it between Christina's thighs and buttocks, then pulling it taut up her back. The rough fibers bit into Christina's skin as the rope settled into place, a knot pressed firmly against her clit while another dug into her asshole. Maria gave the crotch rope an extra tug, ensuring it nestled uncomfortably between Christina's legs, the abrasive fibers scratching with every twitch.

Next, Maria adjusted the ropes around Christina's ankles, pulling them upwards slowly and deliberately. Christina's body folded into the sharp, demanding scorpion like pose, her back arching more intensely as her feet were drawn toward her head and shoulders. Though inherently flexible, the pose tested the limits of Christina's physicality, causing every muscle to strain under the controlled tension of the ropes.

An undeniable thrill of sadistic pleasure coursed through Maria, she loved doing transitional suspension bondage. There was an artistry in twisting and turning the human body, making it dance in mid-air, gradually increasing the discomfort. Moving from one position to the next, was a slow controlled process and she knew that with each movement, the combination of pulling, stretching, and the constant friction of the rope would be, a slow, deliberate torment.

Christina pulled at the rope, but every movement only made things worse, digging the tight rope harder against her flesh, and pulling painfully at her over stretched muscles. The scratchy crotch rope pushing deeper into her most sensitive areas, the knot rubbing roughly against her clit with every shift. The sharp arch and the subtle discomfort began to toe the line between exhilaration and soreness. Just as the strain became palpable, Maria's began readjusting the ropes, releasing the rope holding the chest harness.

In an instant, Christina's upper body dropped, leaving her swinging upside down in an inverted suspension, supported only by the ropes around her hips and legs. The sudden change disoriented her, the world spinning as she adjusted to the new position. Her heart pounded in her chest, a potent mix of fear and exhilaration rushing through her veins, it was like the dizzying excitement of her first rollercoaster.

"I think too much of your blood is being pumped to your cunt," Maria teased, as she felt excitement pulsing through her own body. "Maybe leaving you like this for a bit will help you cool down."

"I think I know what would help her cool down a bit." Jake said with a menacingly chuckle, as he picked up a long, very thin and flexible synthetic cane, The sight of which made Christina's stomach twist in anticipation.

"THWACK" The sharp crack of the impact echoed through the room as Jake brought the cane down hard across Christina's ass, a thin red welt rising instantly across both of her cheeks.

"OWWWW!!!" Christina howled, as an agonizing sting exploded across her ass, leaving her body shaking in pain as she hung upside-down in mid air.

Maria, unfazed by Christina's cries, set to work adjusting the ropes once more, she hooked one end of the rope to the side of the chest harness and pulled it taut, drawing Christina upward. Simultaneously, released the tension on only one side of the hip harness, transitioning Christina into a Yoko-tsuri, suspended on her side and facing forward. The quick shift disoriented Christina, her mind scrambling to process the shift in position while still grappling with the sharp, stinging pain from the cane.

Jake moved behind Christina, reaching over her suspended body, he swung the cane once more. The whistle of the strike sliced through the air, and another vicious "THWACK!" landed on the underside of Christina's tits. This time two long line thin red welts appeared instantly, one on the bottom of each breast.

"OWWWWW FUCKKKKK" Christina screamed as the sharp pain ripped through her body. Her body reacted instinctively, thrashing and writhing in the ropes, causing them to sway and creak with her movements. But no matter how much she twisted, the knots held firm, refusing to give her even a fraction of relief. The pain quickly subsided into a dull, aching throb as her breath came in shallow, ragged bursts.

Maria remained focused, not give Christina even a moment of reprieve. She worked the ropes again spinning Christina to the left, the ropes twisting together multiple times before Maria finally stop Christina mid-spin. Then, with a gentle nudge, Maria reversed the spin sending Christina spiraling in the opposite direction. Maria, continued the back-and-forth motion, sending Christina spinning in one direction and then back in the other. Christina was sent into a disoriented haze as the world spun around her, each spin left her more unsteady, her mind struggling to catch up with her body's movement. Just as the dizziness threatened to overwhelm Christina, the spinning came to an abrupt halt, Maria's hands tightening on the ropes.

With a series of strategic pulls and tugs, Christina found herself being righted, slowly brought back into a more upright position. Maria then adjusted the ankle ropes and add extra loops around Christina's upper calf. With a pull, Christina's body gradually contorted into a modified Ball/Basket tie, a stressful position where she was folded in half, her butt toward the floor, legs pulled up and together so that her knees were drawn up to her chest just under her chin, and her feet pointed toward the ceiling. The pose was like a yoga plow, strained every muscle in her body, pushing her flexibility and endurance to the limit.

Jake stepped toward Christina again, expect this time he rapidly counted out loud, "One" his voice punctuated by resounding THWACK as he worked his way downward, "Two" THWACK.

"AARRGHH!" Christina's scream pierced the air, tears now streaming down her cheeks as her body trembled. Each strike ignited her skin with searing heat, the pain radiating through her.

"Three" THWACK, "Four" THWACK, "Five" THWACK. Jake continued relentlessly, leaving behind a trail of perfectly aligned red welts, each one etched into the back of her thighs like a burning ladder of agony.

Despite knowing she wasn't allowed to speak out, the agony overwhelmed her restraint. In a desperate whimper, Christina's pleaded "Please, I can't take it anymore! Have mercy!" her words choked with pain.

"I warned you before you made your choice that you would be hurt and humiliated in ways you could never have dreamed of," Jake said, his voice a low, chilling murmur as his hands gently stroked the welts he just created "You will see no mercy today; you are here for us to enjoy."

"But... but... why?" Christina's asked, barely audible through her sobs.

Maria approached their quivering victim with an eerie tenderness, she cradled Christina's tear-streaked face in her hands, her warm fingers caressing Christina's trembling cheek. Leaning in, Maria pressed a chilling kiss to Christina's cheek, tasting the salt of her tears. With a disturbingly reassuring tone, she whispered, "This is who we are. Hurting people, controlling them, making them feel small, weak, and helpless it all just feels natural to us. It's what gives us pleasure, something deeper than words can explain. You could say it's an instinct woven into the fabric of our beings, or that it's an integral part of our existence."

As the searing pain from the lashes began to fade, Christina's managed to calm herself with long, deep breaths. The gently stroking her flesh, that were in stark contrast to the harsh punishment she had endured, provided a sense of solace. The room, once filled with the echoes of her screams, now seemed quieter, the only sound the rhythmic inhales and exhales as she tried to regain composure. The calm brought Christina a strange mix of relief and vulnerability.

Jake's hand continued its unsettling, almost tender, touches across the welts as he added, "You, my dear little slut, seem to crave this, reveling in the feeling of helplessness. The pain may hurt, but deep down, I bet this is something you're actually enjoying."

Christina remained terrified, trapped in a chilling juxtaposition of gentle caresses and sadistic revelations, trembled at the realization of her own unsettling desires. It was terrifying yet thrilling, confusing yet undeniably arousing. The remnants of pain still lingered, but so did the heat of her arousal. Christina's was again left grappling with the complex set of conflicting emotions swirling within.

Maria moved back to adjusting the ropes once again, securing the hip harness to the anchor points, lowering Christina's legs, then she moved to release the chest harness. In one seamless motion, she sent Christina into a controlled fall that transformed into a dynamic, disorienting upside-down swing. Christina swung and twisted in the ropes, her senses overtaken by the dizzying blur of shadows and dim light. The cabin seemed to spin around her, its familiar shapes fleeting and warped. Maria grabbed the ropes, bringing Christina to a sudden halt in the midst of the mid-air dance. Maria then swiftly re-tied the chest harness, this time pulling it up so that Christina's body was suspended face-up, her back parallel to the floor. Maria followed this up by tying Christina's ankles to the back of the chest harness, forcing her body into a modified yoga bridge position.

Without warning, the familiar "SWISH" of the cane cut through the air, followed by a resounding "THWACK" as Jake brought the cane down onto the top of Christina's thighs just below her pussy.

Christina's scream once again echoed through the room, the pain, now more intense than before, tore through her, reigniting the flames of agony that she thought were subsiding.

"SWISH" THWACK, "SWISH" THWACK, "SWISH" THWACK, "SWISH" THWACK Jake continued, his strikes swift and vicious. Red welts quickly formed across Christina's thighs, forming a matching ladder of fiery lines down her upper legs, stopping just above her knees.

Tears streamed down her Christina's once again as the relentless tortured continued, the harsh lashes leaving her body wracked with pain. In the midst of the renewed torment, her pleas for mercy intensified. "Stop! Please stop. For the love of god please stop!" she begged, her voice hoarse from the earlier screams. The room seemed to close in around her, the atmosphere heavy with the weight of her suffering.

"SWISH THWACK" Jake swung the cane in a back hand motion, some how landing an even more intense strike across the top of Christina's tits.

The impact of the cane sent Christina's mind sailing into a disorienting abyss. Her vision darkened momentarily, and the world around her fading into an unrecognizable blur. Any coherent words transformed into guttural, primal sounds that escaped her throat involuntarily. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, limbs trembling as waves of agony rippled through her. Her head shook back and forth in a futile attempt to shake off the unbearable pain. Maria watched with a sadistic glint in her eyes as Christina writhed helplessly in mid-air. With a subtle nod of her head, Maria signaled to Jake to continue, relishing in the unfolding spectacle of agony.

"I think we may need to take a break on the beatings." Jake said, his tone pragmatic but with an undertone of cold amusement as put down the cane. "If we go any further, she may pass out. We want her to be awake and fully responsive to truly appreciate, everything we might do to her."

"Your loss" Maria responded with a sly smirk knowing full well she could still torment the girl with her ropes.

With calculated precision, Maria began adjusting the ropes, carefully inserting the shibari spikes at key locations. The sharp points pressed into Christina's skin, creating a sharp, aching discomfort without breaking the surface. One spike found its way under the delicate curve of her forearm bones, digging into the soft flesh that lay above. Another was strategically placed at the base of her shoulder blades, just where the tension often built, forcing her to be acutely aware of her own body's limitations.

As Maria continued, she knotted the loose coconut rope around each spike, securing them in place against Christina's rib cage, the pressure making her breaths shallow and quick. The ropes crisscrossed over her hip bones, forcing a connection that sent jolts of sensation through her. The spikes also pressed against her shin bones, anchoring her lower limbs with an intensity that made every slight movement an exercise in torment.

Christina hung limply in the air, like a marionette whose strings had been carelessly abandoned as Maria stepped forward this time holding shibari spikes and began adjusting the ropes again. carefully inserting the spikes at key locations. Maria then strategically knotted the loose coconut rope around the spike, so they were held in place against numerous different joints, pressure points, and sensitive areas, amplifying the Christina's torment. The spikes pressed into Christina's forearm bones, digging into different parts of her ribcage and pushing against her shoulder blades. Some poked into her shins and the bottoms of her feet, while others dug into her hips. One spike was even pressed firmly into the center of her sternum, intensifying the intricate web of discomfort that enveloped her.

With the spike in place Maria seamlessly shifted Christina into a suspended Firefly pose. Christina's torso hung face down parallel to the ground, forming a straight line from her head to her tailbone. Her legs were still forward past her shoulders but now pulled out to the sides, creating a "V" shape. A rope from each ankle was tied to an anchor point above ensure the legs were as straight and as parallel to the ground as they could be. Maria tied a rope around each foot, adding weights to force Christina's toes to point forward, into a painful flex. Christina's arms still remained tightly locked to her sides, like useless wings.

Christina dangled helplessly in the suspended stressful Firefly pose, her legs burning from the intense strain of being pulled apart and held upwards, while the rest of her body was being pulled downward like under the weight of gravity.

Christina dangled in the suspended Firefly pose for a few minutes, her legs burning from the relentless pull, stretched apart and forced upwards while the rest of her body pressed downwards. The spikes underneath her hips added a layer of torment, digging cruelly into her flesh. Held in this agonizing position, she could feel her muscles against the unyielding stretch, threatening to cramp under the unrelenting strain. Christina's movements were restricted to tiny, tremulous shakes as any attempt to adjust only worsened her pain, her painfilled groans softly filling the room.

Maria, unrelenting in her sadistic creativity, transitioned Christina into a suspended King Pigeon Pose. Christina's body was manipulated into a seated vertical position. Her right leg was pulled backward, bent at the knee, and bound tightly with the ankle drawn painfully toward her shoulder. Simultaneously, the left leg was folded, knee pointing forward, with her foot tethered close to her perineum. This position also forced Christina's back to arch slightly adding additional strain on her core. Gravity mercilessly pulled at her limbs, increasing the pull on the ropes that dug viciously into her skin. Again, Maria left Christina's suspended in the contorted pose for a few minutes and Christina's only option was to remain still, the mounting discomfort magnifying the pain from the spikes and knots that now seemed to conspire against her. The additional pressure on her limbs heightened the discomfort, intensifying the symphony of groans that echoed through the room.