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| Waking with a start, Gina lifted her hands to touch her cold face - or tried to. The only result was a clank of metal and the bite of a thick cuff on her wrists. As the fog of her long unconsciousness lifted, she first became aware of the state of her own body. Her tail and wings were pulled back painfully tightly, any attempt to move or pull them brought about a sharp pain that made her gasp. The rest of her body felt to be encased in an extremely restrictive cage. She felt the cold bars wrapped around her thighs, ankles, chest and shoulders so tight that she could barely breath. Even worse, whatever minute movements and twitches she could manage to make would cause a sharp pain as her soft body was jammed against the unrelenting bindings. |
| Mercifully she could feel some clothing had been left to her - a small set of underwear and some kind of thin material covering the rest of her body, not that either did anything to protect her from the cold. The girl herself could not even tell what her bondage looked like, as a thick collar around her neck kept her from moving her head and kept her gaze forward and lifted. As she tried to cry out she felt the pressure of a thick gag that prevented her from doing any more than moan or grunt. Once she at last opened her eyes she saw only blackness - she was blindfolded. How many senses had been taken from her? |
| Her sense of touch, sadly, had been left to her and this increasingly became a problem as minutes turned into hours. To distract herself she tried to think about how she had gotten herself here. There was an invitation, yes… she was invited here. To a mysterious island resort that she could not resist, a strange island of segregated tiers where the rich lived in luxury beyond imagination, and the poor lived in squalor. She vaguely remembered information about the three tiers of the island, the second, middle tier being the one that she had been spending time in. That is until she got curious… that was it. She must have crossed a border, likely into the upper territory of the island. As she remembered her folly, the memory returned of being grabbed from behind, the rough material of a bag covering her head, and the sharp prick of a needle in her neck. A sedative that must have knocked her out shortly after. Gina clenched her fists and grunted in frustration - it was literally all she could do. |
| Waiting is difficult, waiting while unable to move is maddening. Gina was painfully aware of every frosty breeze that brushed between her fur and feathers. Though her heart had been pounding at first it wasn’t long before it settled into a rythym that she became painfully conscious of, almost like the tick of a clock. |
| The marginal amount of light that bled through her blindfold, alongside the periods of relative warmth and bitter cold allowed Gina some idea of whether it was day orr night. The horrid cold denied her a minute of sleep in the first, horrendous night and she was forced to remain still, upright and rigid as she waited for something, anything for hours more. Even as her eyes drooped and her mind clouded with exhaustion the stinging pain in her every frigid cold kept her just an inch from the blissfulness of sleep. Morning could not have come soon enough, and the captive fell asleep shortly after noticing the presence of daylight. Still shivering as much as the restrictive metal cage allowed her, she was so tired that being only slightly warmer gave her relaxation enough to pass out. |
| The time she was asleep could not have been more than a couple of hours, considering how exhausted she continued to feel although, lack of food could be the cause of that, Gina thought. Her stomach reminded her with the occasional painful growl. Gina tried to meditate, count sheep, hum to herself… anything to pass the time, but even a minute in this sensory deprivation felt like an hour, and the girl had been here for many, many minutes. A new sensation came to her after what must have been a few more hours: A pin prick, jabbing sharply at her left breast with a quickness that made her squeal. Her body bucked, bruising itself further as her delicate skin met only hard metal once again. There was another on her other breast, then one more on her cheek and she realised that it was snow falling on her! Each flake teased her as they became more and more frequent, its own kind of almost sensual torture as she could not know where the next sensation would come from. It was something new in the long silence, it was refreshing. |
| For about ten minutes. |
| It quickly became a flurry of frigid winds and hard ice. The snow beat against her body and soaked her fur, feathers and skin chilling her to the bone. To shiver only hurt her more thanks to the savage metal that by this stage was even colder than the snow beginning to mount on her hair, shoulders and breasts. Hours and hours more passed before it seemed to grow dark and she was given the mercy of losing consciousness once again. |
| It had stopped snowing by the time she woke up, and as far as she could tell through her blindfold it was daylight. She had been awoken from her unpleasant, intermittent slumber by the growling and pain of her empty stomach. The exhaustion and lack of food was getting to her… her eyes felt heavy but apart from her brief unconsciousness she could not rest, her muscles ached from the being held constantly, and now she felt too tired to even shiver. The hunger was so bad it felt like somebody was squeezing the guts inside her concave tummy. It was constant, her every thought now faded from the pain, and the pain itself being the only thing that she could sense through the bitter cold. At points the sound of her rumbling midriff surpassed even the whistle of the terribly cold wind. |
| Gina’s mind was starting to play tricks on her by what she imagined to be the fourth day, she thought she heard footsteps, mutterings… an illusion by her exhaustion addled mind or were there actually people watching her? Even with the cold and hunger numbing her senses she felt embarrassment, paranoia and fear. Were there people here? Were they the people who captured her and put her here? Was there any way she was going to get out of this alive? The sound and sting of a hard, open palm slap on her plump backside made Gina scream into her ball gag. The sensation rocked her body, as the temperature had made her skin so sensitive that even a slap was like a bullwhip. Another came and she cried out again, refreshing the struggling that she should have known to be useless by then, but it only continued as she felt the stranger slap her chest. Hyperventilating, she tried to be brave, she tensed her muscles, did her best to bite her tongue and not give her abuser the satisfaction of crying.. but over the next few hours of constant groping and slapping - seemingly by a number of different people - tears were frosted all over her cheeks. |
| That night was the longest, by far. Maybe because the pain in her body where she had been groped and pinched kept her from getting even a wink of sleep. Maybe because a snowstorm picked up, soaking her to the bone. Most of all, it was the thought that she had been left here for good… bound, humiliated and helpless. By the next morning there was only silence and Gina’s solemn, fearful thoughts, as well as the constant shivering. That was until she felt something.. no, someone touch her. She was sure of it! Soft fingertips touched against the back side of her ribs, which felt as though they were poking out because of the starvation after already having a slim frame. A second set brushed against the other side. Gina took as deep a breath as she could without the metal biting her chest, but soon after her body began to squirm involuntarily. The fingers moved more, tickling at her sides, prodding more firmly, seemingly with a perfect knowledge of how to bring a reaction in her body. Moments later she was bucking, bruising her frozen body against her restraints and becoming breathless as she heaved and giggled into the gag against every instinct. A confusing but pleasant sensation to begin with it eventually went on for too long, like the rest. Soon she could not control herself as her body betrayed her and she could barely breathe. The tickling went on and on until she was screaming into the gag, her exhausted body overstimulated for hours on and. It cut out instantly at a point, leaving her terrified and confused. |
| On the very edge of sanity with splinters of cold stabbing at every cell in her frostbitten body, Gina thought she could make out the sound of somebody cackling a log distance away before she slipped from consciousness for what must have been the final time. It was a mercy, she remembered thinking, as she couldn’t hold her eyes open for a moment longer. |
| The girl’s whole body ached.. but to ache, she had to be alive, surely? Gina opened her eyes but now saw the creamy colour of her hotel room ceiling. She was on her bed! She tried to sit up sharply but her stomach muscles failed her, cramping up painfully. It made her moan loudly and roll to her side. Only then did she realise that she was no longer bound. As she looked at her hands she could see the marks that her previous bindings had left on her and collapsed backwards, half way to sobbing through both pain and releif. There were two crystal clear thoughts that made it through her delirium. Firstly, that she could probably eat everything in the hotel kitchen. Secondly - she would never ignore a boundary sign again. |
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