They captured Kari and told me to come alone to this address, or my beat partner will find horrid danger and possibly death. Still, the sight that greets me is disturbing. For someone who likes a warm, fuzzy hug that cuts through the cold, the sight is beyond bizarre as I entered the kitchen to encounter my enemies. There they are: Katelynn Banks, Roxanne Rutledge, and my beat partner turned damsel-in-distress, Karina Nilsson. Right then, Kari moans from a wand-forced orgasm.
"No! No!" she groans into a 2 inch red ball gag, followed by, "Ugggggghhhhhhhhh!"
"Hello, Officer Oakes," Roxanne never turns to me, judging by my push through the doors.
"What are you doing to her?!" I demand, looking around at the restaurant's industrial kitchen.
"Let's take down this fuzz and send her to meet her maker!" Katelynn smiles sinisterly.
"It'th a hrah! Uhn, Annie! Uhn!" Karina gasps between breaths, and my delay is just enough.
"Time to meet the poleboard that will be the place where you take your final breaths! Katelynn!"
The outfits worn by Karina's kidnappers do not even look like typical kidnapper's clothing. The brown pantyhose and pink high heels that Katelynn wears just don't scream "Kidnapper!" A red blouse with pink sequins and a plunging V-neck made it all look feminine, especially with, ahem, the size of her bust. Dirty blonde hair in a bob, brown eyes, and piercing eyes made Katelynn an extremely intimidating foe. She disappears the moment she speaks, leaving me with the other.
Roxanne Rutledge looks much more sinister with her calm, manipulative choices. A black tank top and black combat boots are practical; pink leggings and socks are thoroughly sporty; a pink bandana headband is somehow both intimidating yet casual. Holding the frightening woman's hair back in a ponytail is a pair of black and pink scrunchies.
Taking off out of the kitchen, my legs pump in a full run, but Katelynn has already moved to the other side using another door. Damn it! I crash into her big bust, and Roxanne snatches me in a vice-like grip with a sinister laugh—"Ahhhh ha ha haaaa!" They're dragging me into the kitchen. What a monstrosity the terrible duo has prepared for me, just like the thing to which they already have Karina affixed.
The wooden base is 3 or 4 feet long and has notches along the sides of it. At the end is a vertical metal pipe that has notches cut into the back of it much like the notches in the wood. Looking at it more carefully reveals that the notches provide a place for bonds to be positioned where they're unable to slide out for a rigid, crushing captivity. Kari's bondage looks horrendous.
Something must be wrong inside this duo's head because they have Kari's arms wrenched around the metal pipe and bound together behind her with speaker wire at her wrists and both above and below her elbows. Worse than that, it looks like her arms are double-bound to take advantage of the notches in the pipe. They unbuttoned her shirt, and just by her agitation there is a crotch wire underneath her pants—maybe underneath her panties too—on top of the one over her pants. The crotch wire(s) are also wrapped around the pipe through a notch for cruel, structured restraint.
We're police officers with all black uniforms—button-up shirts, belts, socks, and combat boots. I also have a black bandana headband holding my blonde-brown hair out of my face. I completely love how black contrasts my hair and eyes. Karina has a similar vibe with a bandana, but she has pale blonde hair and big beautiful blue eyes that are now filled with terror and distress. The only real difference in our outfits is that I'm wearing a black long-sleeve t-shirt underneath my shirt.
"What have you done to her?!" I fearfully exclaim with dread filling my soul, "WHYYYY?!"
"Ahhhh ha ha haaaa!" the evil brunette cackles at my words, "You're worried about her?!"
"We have a special set of restraints planned for you!" Katelynn cackles, "BAAAAH HAAAAH!"
"Look!" Roxanne throws a stainless steel hose clamp on the ground next to me while forcing me to take a seat on my own contraption of physical and psychological warfare, "She has it easy!"
"These poleboards are so much fun," Katelynn's pleasure in saying that is colder than a fridge.
Keep calm, Annie. Keep calm. Wow, they opened Kari's shirt and wrapped the bases of both her breasts in the wire tightly enough that they're red. This is on top of a harness that is thrusting her breasts out from her body, crushing her arms to her body, and crushing her arms and body against the metal pole. They tied her legs together four times, and on top of each of those they wired her legs a second time to utilize each of the notches that were next to her legs. Damn it!
My pole is specially designed with a horizontal bar that accompanies the vertical bar, and it has a series of notches too. I can't count them. Each notch from my armpits to my wrists receives one of the horrible hose clamps, and helplessness is definitely clouding my judgment. The sound of a ratchet wrench tightening the steel restraints fills my ears while Kari cries into her ball gag and while drool now steadily streams off said silicone orb in her mouth. That buzzing sound.
"Do you mind?!" I snap in my despair when Katelynn unbuttons my shirt, "Leave me alone."
"You aren't too bright. We will leave you alone. In the fridge!" she rolls up my shirt and bra, "I like these. Not too small, not too big. Nice and firm. Fun to truss up with… speaker wire!"
"You don't have to do this?" my fight-or-flight response is taking over, "Why us though?!"
"You arrested a friend of ours, which led to her execution," Roxanne gives me my own silicone orb, a 2 inch white version with the full head harness, "Now we're executing the two of you."
"GUHHHH!" they're trussing my torso with wire, too, since the clamps can't create a harness or a crotch rope, and the wire is squeezing my body more and more tightly with every wrap and cinch they add to it. The clamps similarly squeeze my arms against the horizontal pipe to trap me.
Harness. One crotch wire under my panties; one over my pants. It's horribly invasive, and that's not sufficient for them. Before they start wrapping hose clamps around my legs and the board, a wand of my own gets put firmly against my body. Why? WHY?! I start thrashing and shrieking into my gag, but my body is becoming more and more rigid. Each restraint fuses my body to the "poleboard" just a little bit more. The sound of the wrench turning chills my body more than the cold metal does. Karina looks like she's just starting her fight, but it's a losing prospect.
"Into the chill chest with them," Roxanne motions to the big walk-in refrigerator.
"NO!" I wail, tears starting to stream down my cheeks and drool pouring off my gag.
"Ohn'h ho thith!" Karina begs in a similarly pathetic manner.
"Shouldn't have done that," Katelynn shakes her head, "We'll discard your corpses afterwards."
"Feed them to the birds," Roxanne sinisterly says with a spine-chilling smile and gaze.
Cold dark green tile. Empty metal shelves. Fluorescent lights. Two poleboards with screaming, desperate police officers rigidly bound to them with speaker wire and stainless steel hose clamps, drool spilling off the 2 inch ball gags in their mouths and perfectly tuned vibrator wands forcing them to orgasm occasionally. How many can we take though? It's not a happy thing. Cold sets into our bones after a few minutes… I'm screaming… Thrashing… "EEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!"
THE END
My apologies for tapping out there. I never lost myself in a role like that before, and it brought back memories which shouldn't be rehashed here. I'm kind of proud of myself for bringing my role to life like that. Thanks for reading yet another Maddy Tied Her adventure.
The Restaurant: Cold Metal
Duration of Film: Approximately 59 minutes
Saturday, September 26, 2020
| Featuring | Model Name | As |
|---|---|---|
| Felice Pryce | Roxanne Rutledge | Captor #1 |
| Cassandra Novak | Katelynn Banks | Captor #2 |
| Joyce Verdi | Annie Oakes | Captive #1 |
| Hannah Larsson | Karina Nilsson | Captive #2 |
| Nichole Petersen | Paulina Oliveira | Camera |
| Jackie Martin | Missy Mischief | Camera |
| Mackenzie Schaefer | Nichole Shockman | Safety |
| Joyce Verdi | Annie Oakes | Safety |
| Michela Palmeri | Lucille Rossi | Rigger |