MARIONETTE . . .

 

 

 

I can feel everything . . . The tightness of the corset . . . the rope running to the small of my back, connected to the tight harness wrapped tightly around my torso that's supporting most of my body's weight . . .

 

I say "MY" body in the loosest of terms . . . I can feel every inch of this body . . . but it's no longer in my control and no longer mine. That main rope is the only thing preventing me from falling limp and hard to the floor.

 

Other people are in control of this body and if it falls or continue to stand. They are not the ones feeling the pain I'm in! The harness, the corset, the ropes, and the hours of random tortures I've been helpless to stop.

 

If they decide to let me drop, I'll be the only one feeling the pain as my arms are useless to prevent or slow my landing. Even as I stand here slumped over without a gag, I'm unable to talk my way out, beg or scream.

 

Working as a Nurse in Surgery, I've been fully aware of Paralytic Drugs or neuromuscular blocking agents used by Anesthesiologists to prevent any muscle movement during surgical procedures.

 

These are given in combination with general anesthesia so the Patients are unaware of what I'm feeling right now. There's a third drug used to prevent any and all pain being felt. All three of these together are used hundreds of thousands of times a day very successfully.

 

My current experience is very different. They've only used one of the three on me. I can see, hear, smell and feel Everything! I'm fully aware of Everything they've done to me and I have to painfully watch and accept Everything they do to me next!

 

This is a Living Hell! Not sure who these assholes are, but they knew enough to keep giving me the perfect amount of this drug. Just enough to prevent any muscle movement, but not so much as to stop my heart or lungs. Honestly, just give me too much and end this now! I can't take much more!

 

If the complete lack of control of this body, while complete awareness of what's happening wasn't bad enough. The random people just outside the doorway looking in, talking about wanting to fuck me, strip me, group me and flog me has been Endless Torture!

 

Then, if they want to drop a Token into some slot I can't see, they get to pull on the ropes to my arms to make them swing around! What the Fuck!?!?! Do they not realize I'm a real person? They can't think I'm Fake? They have to see my eyes blinking, which seems to be the only part of me working on their own.

 

Whatever sick place I'm at, sounds like they have some kind of sick suggestion box! Just heard one Girl say, "They need more ropes on her . . . I want to be able to move her legs also."

 

Worse yet, the Guy with her says, "I'm suggesting a crotch rope I can pull hard so it digs into her pussy . . . I'd be willing to give two tokens if they added that feature."

 

Who the hell are these people? They've been stopping by every few minutes to just watch me? They talk about me like I'm not even here! I guess since I don't even turn my head to look at them or try to talk, it makes sense to treat me like this . . . as wrong and sick as it may be!

 

Their comments tell me I'm not the only one who's been kidnapped, made helpless by one way or another, and am being watched while getting tortured. Two of them were arguing over some Girl in a Pit and another as a Mummy as to which one was the Sexiest.

 

Then a third breaks into the conversation with, "I'm saving my Token for the Girl on the Gallows . . . I bet this time she'll drop." Oh my God! As bad as this is for me . . . it sounds that others may actually have it even worse! I have to get out of here!