Escapee

Author: eckie
Title: Escapee
Date: 25 January 2004

I was always good at escaping out of bondage - I always said if there is a way out, I will find it; it is just a matter of time (and effort). Once in a while I get tied up by some friends, not that they don't know what they do - on the contrary, they are pretty good at it, but they always overlook a little thing somewhere, there is always a little flaw in the bondage so that I always manage to get out after some time. Sure there are plenty ways to keep bondage absolutely inescapable, but some of them endanger the body (cutting off blood or air for example), so that they cannot really be done for any length of time, and others - well, they haven't yet managed to use any of those on me so far. It has become some sort of a challenge for my friends to make sure my bondage really is long-term, but also inescapable...

Once again we played during the weekend. A friend of mine and I met late Friday afternoon for some coffee and talked a while. Before we went upstairs to the playroom for another challenge, I put on three layers of overalls to start restricting my feeling and movement. Then he started to use of plenty of rope and chains to immobilize me on the bed. About half an hour later he was finished and looked at his work with a big smile and said: "Now lets see if you can get out there this time. I'll be downstairs playing on your computer in the meantime - if you don’t come down before dinner, I'll have to leave you here for the night, too - what a triumph that will finally be for me." Having said that, he disappeared out of sight and I heard him going downstairs.

Even though I don’t like pain, I can endure a fair amount when I attempt to get out of such restraint, yet another reason why I sometimes manage to get out of something when others might not. It took quite a while this time to figure out where I could start to get free, to find the flaw in his bondage, to discover how I could escape without help, because he really had done a good job this time. Still - after about one and a half hours of struggling I finally found a way, wiggling and twisting my fingers, hand and wrist until the first loop was off my hand. Then I knew I would be able to make it. It took another half an hour before one arm was finally free - from then on it was no longer a problem - with the loose arm I managed to get my body free piece by piece and after one hour I was finally free. I took off two of the overalls (yes I sweated like a pig inside during my escape stunt) and went downstairs with a big grin on my face to show my friend that he had failed once again.

He heard my steps on the stairs so was not surprised when I entered the room where he was sitting at the computer, but I could really see the disappointment on his face when he saw my grinning face. 'Damn, how the fuck did you get out of that again, I was sure this time you wouldn't' he said. 'I chatted with a friend of mine here while you were upstairs freeing yourself. He is a very good bondage top too, and when I told him about you escaping all the time he offered to have a shot too if you were agreeable. How about it, would you let someone else play with you? We could go to his place today if you like and see if he manages to keep you tied up." He looked at me with a smile again, obviously he thought the other top would succeed, and he really wanted to see me fail in my attempt to get out of bondage.

"Well, I’ll just take a shower and then have some coffee, but afterwards we could visit him - I assume he doesn’t live very far away? " I answered. 'He's about 30 minutes with the car, so we can be there around 10, so I'll just tell him here on-line now that we are coming and he can arrange everything." I wondered what there might be to arrange, probably get the playroom ready or so, but I just turned around and went for a shower. After that I got myself a cup of coffee and my friend joined me, telling me that he’d arranged our visit with that other top and we were to leave soon.

I wouldn’t need much clothing, I was told one overall and some boots should do. I grabbed my boots and put them on, ready to go and we left. As he said, it was about a 30 minute drive, a little outside of the city, there were only a few houses there, large ones, so a sort or wealthy area I thought. We drove up the lane to one of the houses and went to the door, my friend rang the bell. The door was opened by a guy in his late 40s or early 50s, a sympathetic first impression, nice calm deep voice greeted us, introducing himself as 'Tom' and asking us inside. He was dressed in leather jeans and a black T-shirt. He was wearing boots. We went inside; he led us to the living room and told us to make ourselves comfortable and asked what we would like to drink. My friend asked for a beer and I agreed to have one too. Tom disappeared into the kitchen and soon came back with 3 beers, one bottle for each of us.

'So you are the one that cannot be kept in restraints, that manages to get out every time - I guess Houdini was your teacher then?' he smiled. I told him that I am sure there are many ways to be kept tied up, but so far I have managed to get out of everything I had ever been placed in, but I sure wouldn’t mind to surrendering my faith to real inescapable bondage as well. We kept talking about various experiences we’d all had. When I finished my beer, he asked if I'd like another one before we went to the playroom, where he wanted to put me to the test. We all took a second bottle of beer, we kept talking about my earlier escapes, but I suddenly felt a bit dull in my head, I wanted to ask for the toilet, as I thought I had better go there before I made a mess, but all over sudden I was not able to articulate myself. I even noticed I dropped the half empty bottle in my hands and became a bit embarrassed about the mess I had made spilling the beer. But somehow I was not able to react at all; I could see the bottle, feel it slipping away, but neither do anything to stop it nor apologise to the host.

'He is ready now' I heard Tom say to my friend with a big grin on his face - and just as big a grin was on my friends face when he looked at me. I didn’t know what they meant, but right away the host stepped in front of me and said: "There was a drug in your second beer, nothing dangerous - I didn’t tell you I am a doctor in the psychiatric clinic here in the city, and there are many drugs that can be very useful sometimes. This one paralyzes your body, you cannot move, cannot speak, none of your muscles obeys you anymore, but you still are fully awake, can see everything and hear everything. I agreed with your friend that this is needed to make sure you won't resist in any way when I put you into the real and inescapable bondage you’re looking for. The drug only lasts about 2-3 hours, so we better get going to make sure you're well tied by then and you can then enjoy the bondage to its fullest."

He waved my friend over to help him and together they started undressing me - the boots came off, the overall was stripped off, and then they carried me away, as I could see into the playroom. It was a pretty large room with all sorts of toys and tools a bondage-man like me longed for, at one side a large bed, some wardrobes and cupboards, though I couldn’t see what was in them, it looked as if it was just as much his playroom as his bedroom. They laid me down on the floor in the middle of the room, over my head I could see a hoist. Tom grabbed some thick, large wrist restraints and they both put one on each my wrists. The wrists were then hooked up to the hoist and I was pulled up to the ceiling until my feet were off the ground. It was a very strange feeling, not being able to move a muscle at all. So all I could do now was to watch what they had in store for me.

They played with my ass now, smeared on some grease and then inserted something, at first I thought it is a small plug, but Tom told me it is an enema tube, I was to be cleaned out now thoroughly, because I wouldn’t be able to use the toilet for quite some time. Thoughts went through my brain about why he said that, what had he planned, and at the same time I could feel my ass being cleaned out several times. I also thought that hanging by the wrists was exhausting, but right now I couldn’t feel much because of the drug; I felt the weight of my body, but no real pain. When the tube was finally removed from my ass, I seemed to be cleaned out. Tom now went to one of the wardrobes and grabbed some items. When he came back I could see he had a pair of rubber chastity shorts in his hands and a black dry-suit over his arm. Obviously he liked his victims to be well packed too.

They both started working on getting those chastity shorts on me. As I was hanging with my feet off the ground it was not that difficult. The shorts were pulled up to my waist, then they pulled my dick and balls through the hole inside, the balls were fixed with a strap, and my dick was also fixed inside pointing upwards by several small straps, so even if I could grab inside the shorts, my cock and balls could not be pulled out. Before closing the front flap though they inserted an extra sheet that looked like hard plastic with some pointed, but blunt rivets all over the inside - at first contact they did not hurt, but I could imagine that after pressing against balls and dick for a longer time they wouldn’t be pleasurable any more, especially once I got hard inside - probably after this drug wore off, as I usually get hard when I’m put in good bondage. With that extra insert in place, the front flap was zipped up; the looped ends came together with the belt, and finally it was padlocked. My dick was out of reach from now on till I was released, that was one piece I would not be able to get out of without help.

Next they worked the dry-suit onto me, both feet and legs inside, pulling it together up to over the locked shorts, over the chest; there they stopped as my hands were still pulled upwards by the winch. Tom got a chair next to me and started to let me down with the winch, my friend helping to make sure I sat on the chair, then my hands were released from the hook and they continued to put on the dry-suit, getting one arm after the other inside and making sure the suit fitted properly on my body before pulling the top over my head, sealing the rest of me inside that dry-suit, with only my face now left uncovered. They carried me on to a leather covered bench and laid me down there. Tom now came closer again with some tubes in his hands - telling me he needed them to take care of my needs while I am tied, but in my current state I wouldn't have any discomfort while he inserted them. With that he started pushing one of the smaller ones down one of my nose holes, I could feel it, but it did not hurt at all, the second followed right away, they were short enough to just match the inside of the nose holes, so probably you wouldn’t see them if you didn’t look right inside those nose holes. Another bigger tube came now and he opened my mouth, pushing the tube gently down my throat. I felt the need to vomit and choked a bit, but then again as wasn’t able to control my body reactions it wasn’t a big problem to get that tube all the way down into my stomach. Tom said the one here was to feed me nutritious fluids, while the other two made sure I would be able to breath through my nose all the time, yet, with the large tube down my throat I wouldn’t be able to speak anymore because they blocked the voice cords.

When he was finished with the tubes he removed the attached hood from the dry-suit, pulled a full gasmask-hood over my face, making sure the tube fitted in the matching holes of the mask, zipped it down on the back and replaced the dry-suit hood, the seal was now perfect. I couldn’t see anything, the hood must have had blacked-out lenses, but I thought it must look great to be sealed like that - but still, once I have a hand free I know I’ll get out of this easily, with the exception of the chastity shorts, of course.

I felt movement; the bench was obviously being moved elsewhere. Suddenly I could see again, but something strange, as if it wasn’t me looking - I saw pictures from a cam looking down on me ... that hood must have some projecting lenses inside and Tom must now be showing me where I am and what they were doing. It felt extremely strange to see myself like that. I could now watch what they did even though I was isolated inside the rubber.

I saw them now removing the mattress from the bed. I wondered what they had in mind, but when I saw what came into view it became clear. I was scared because it sure looked like nothing I had expected to be kept in. Instead of the usual wooden frame you see under mattresses this was a steel frame. It looked extremely stable, but in the middle it wasn’t just a frame, but it had some body shaped contours, like some type of cage integrated in that frame, but not a closed cage, just the lower half. I figured out pretty quickly that I will end up lying in that shape. Then they lifted me off the bench and placed me inside that cage in the middle of the frame. I guessed they will tie me to it and then I’ll have to get free of it ... I might have trouble there I thought by myself ... but so far they didn't seem to grab any straps or ropes. Tom went out of sight while my friend kept looking at me lying there still under the drug and unable to move.

When Tom returned he had a box with him and some tools - it looked like a drilling machine, immediately I began to wonder what he had in mind. When he opened the box I saw just a lot of small strap-like pieces of metal and a lot of screws, but when he took the first piece of metal and the first two screws I found out what it was about. All those metal pieces matched the body shaped cage part of the frame. Piece by piece he fixed them on, two screws to each strap. That drilling machine turned out to be an electric screwdriver. With each piece he screwed on it became more and more clear to me that there would be no way at all out of this prison, there was nothing to start with, nothing I could manage to wiggle myself out of. This frame cage was going to be absolutely inescapable. While watching and, piece by piece, feeling this frame tightening around my body I wanted to panic, to get out of there, stop what they were doing to me, but with the drug still paralyzing me I had no choice but to watch Tom making sure my entire body is enclosed in the metal prison. Each piece he screwed on was just 5 cm apart from the other so there was no way that I could ever get out of there.

Once he finished screwing on all the little pieces I knew, even after the drug had worn off I wouldn’t be able to move much, let alone get out of there... I could call it off right away and admit their victory. Tom came close to my head now and I heard him say: "Now let’s see if our little Houdini manages to get out of this. If not, I can promise you a long weekend. Your friend has told me you aren’t due to work until Tuesday, which makes three full days and nights here inside your prison if you do not manage to get out yourself – and, as you might have seen inside that hood, I do not think you will manage to get out. In about 20-30 minutes you should get back your ability to move around. You’ll be fully functional again and then you will see the full extent of your imprisonment. I’ll give you one way to get out before Monday night: if you beg for it! Then I just might release you. I'll now connect the tubes so that I can fill your stomach regularly with nutritious fluids. If you have to make a mess like piss or, though I doubt it, even shit, the suit is watertight, so don't worry!

Now I saw him put the mattress back on the bed; I was not even a display object anymore, but just some guy hidden away in his prison, waiting for his body to react again so he could beg for mercy. This was a prison I sure wasn’t going to escape from. Suddenly it was all dark again; obviously he had switched off the sender for the video feed I had been watching for the past hour. I was alone with myself in my dark prison, waiting... Some time later, probably the half hour Tom had mentioned, I started to get control over my body again. Gradually, I could move one part after the other again - well, move in terms of making very little movements, the steel frame kept me from really moving around very much. I was now really fully aware of the hopelessness of my situation. This was truly inescapable and there was really no other choice as Tom said but to beg for release. It didn’t make sense to keep trying to get out, it would just make me sweat even more in my rubber and steel prison, so I thought I’d start begging right now, hoping they were still standing next to this bed I was hidden under.

But the shock came immediately, trying to speak, to grunt, to make any kind of noise whatsoever but nothing worked. I couldn’t get any noise out of my mouth... then it came back to me, Tom had said that the tube down my stomach would prevent me from making any sound, it blocked my vocal cords - I wouldn’t be able to beg at all - and he knew it... there was nothing to do now, I was totally at his mercy, and I could see it was going to be a long weekend here in my prison. I think I really have found my bondage master here, his victory is definite! Corrected after proofreading by Colin Taylor 11-06-2005
Copyright: EJ Gerken, Amsterdam