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"Oracle's Ordeal" Chapter 2: "Ice Water"
🕑 Added 2021-05-31 22:36:11 +0000 UTCBarbara’s mind was racing.
How did they find her? Did they get to her friends and family too? What did Sofia mean by “loved ones”? Her father? Her boyfriend? She took a deep breath and let her training kick in. “Don’t think about what you can’t control right now. Focus on the present.
Sofia was pushing the wheelchair, out of the room and down the hall into another, slightly bigger room. It was dark and before Barbara could adjust her eyes, the giant mobster kicked the wheelchair, sending Barbara into the middle of the room as it slowly came to a halt.
“Yep, right here’s good, thanks” shot Barbara. She wasn’t about to give her captor the satisfaction of knowing she was scared.
There was no answer, only the sound of a heavy metal door slamming shut and for a few seconds, darkness. Suddenly harsh lights fell on Barbara and before she could assess her surroundings, she felt a rope around her neck. Instantly the knot was tightened. Sofia pulled the noose above Barbara’s head and just held it there for a few seconds, enjoying the sight of redhead struggling and the sound of chocking and gasps for air. She was going to savour this. She then took the rope and tied it to the metal frame at the base of the wheelchair, pulling Barbara’s head and neck back. She was now forced to look up at the ceiling, with her chest pushed out.
Sofia paused for a moment and started to walk around Barbara, her steps slow and deliberate, soaking in the image of the redhead’s bound form. Oracle’s red hair was tied back in a (now) messy ponytail, with a couple of loose strands flowing down across her face occasionally covering her beautiful green eyes. Her face was already flushed from the strain and restricted breathing, the coarse rope biting into her slender neck. Her black and purple hoodie was only half zipped up and falling off her shoulders, exposing her white tank top with her breasts rising and falling to an unsteady rhythm. This was when Sofia noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her eyes continued downward.
Barbara was wearing her yellow short shorts and white skateboard sneakers and her ankles were tied together with some rope.
Sofia was going to enjoy this a lot more than she was willing to admit, even to herself.
Now her second orbit around Barbara, the large mobster couldn’t help her self; she walked right up to the bound heroine, and slowly bent over, leaning on the wheelchair’s armrests. Barbara kept her eyes fixed to the ceiling, refusing to acknowledge her captor’s looming presence. Inches away from her prisoner’s chin, Sofia eyes were darting up and down Barbara’s torso and neck and she could detect the soft scent of sweat, deodorant and conditioner.
Sofia bit her lip.
“Is there anything you want to say before we begin?” She asked.
Still looking at the corner of the ceiling, Barbara replied: “Yeah, you ever heard of breath mints?”
Sofia stood up, saying nothing.
Barbara’s eyes moved downwards and she saw Sofia. Threats and angry outbursts she could handle, it meant she had the upper hand. Relatively. Silence was scary. Silence meant her enemy was thinking or about to act.
Sofia could feel her prisoner’s arms on her as she removed her red suit jacket, revealing her sleeveless white silk blouse with a generous cleavage, leaving little of her large breasts to the imagination. She had large toned arms and broad shoulders one can only get from working out.
She went to the corner of the room, behind Barbara and picked up a small wooden stool and a dirty towel with one hand and a large closed ice cooler with the other and walked up behind the wheelchair. She set the stool down directly behind Barbara and the cooler beside it and sat down.
She opened the cooler and looked at its contents. It was full of water but the surface was still frozen solid and there was a plastic 2 litre just half sticking out, stuck in the ice. With great force, Sofia brought her fists down upon the ice, cracking it, and letting the jug loose. She picked up the towel from the floor with one hand and with the other, she gently moved Barbara’s loose hair away from her face, as if to mock her with this tiny display of affection.
Before Barbara could say anything, Sofia covered her face with the towel and pulled down hard. She then grabbed both ends with one hand, still pulling down, and grabbed the jug from the cooler, now filled with ice-cold water and held it over Barbara’s head.
She could hear the girl trying to steady her laboured breathing through the cloth. She knew what was about to happen.
Once more, Sofia bit her lip.
The shock of the freezing cold water jolted Barbara into squirming frantically, trying in vain to free herself but bound as she was, all she did was choke herself harder and push her chest further out.
After a sharp breath, she tried to inhale again but couldn’t. She couldn’t. She tried again but it felt like drowning. To try and breathe but feel like you’re choking on water instead. It was horrible. Immediately she started coughing and choking. She tried shacking the cloth off her face but Sofia held it down and continued pouring the freezing water from the jug onto Barbara’s head.
For 10 seconds this went on. For 10 seconds, Barbara felt like she was going to die, unable to breathe because her lungs were filled with water.
“Who do you work for?!” Yelled Sofia as she roughly pulled the wet cloth from Barbara’s face.
Barbara desperately gasped for air but she only managed half a lungful before she started coughing violently. She tried to inhale again but her world went dark. Sofia had placed the cloth over her face again and was pulling it down. She could hear Sofia scoop up another jarful of ice water and she braced herself.
Again, Barbara jerked and tried to shake off the wet cloth covering her face, or move out of the path of the falling water, anything to bring her some relief, but nothing worked.
“Who do you work for?!” Shouted Sofia after 10 seconds but all she heard was Barbara’s muffled grunts, in between choking sounds.
After 15 seconds the cloth was pulled again. Barbara gasped and coughed as she tied to take in as much air as she could. Sofia inched further until her lips were almost touching Barbara’s ear and she could see down her soaked, heaving torso, from her neck to her stomach. The freezing water made her white top almost transparent and Sofia could see Barbara’s nipples sticking out.
“Who do you work for?” Asked Sofia, softly this time, almost like a lover, waking up in the morning.
Barbara steadied her breathing. She was completely soaked and freezing cold.
“You missed a spot… behind the ears…”
Sofia sat back. She looked at the ice cooler and smiled. The ice surface she had cracked with her bare hands had not melted yet and large chunks were still floating around. She grabbed the second largest one, as wide as her hand and as long ad her forearm. She pulled Barbara’s top by the neckline and gently slid the large shard of ice down Barbara’s chest, in between her breasts, down to below her navel and into her shorts, stopping just before reaching her womanhood, and left it there.
“HhhhhoooooOOOoohhhhh” Barbara gasped as she began breathing in and out quickly, through clenched teeth.
Once again, the cloth came over her head and once again, Sofia poured water into it. The large chunk of ice pressed up against her chest and stomach was already making it very difficult to breathe so she barely managed to take any air in before she started choking into the wet fabric again.
“UUUUugghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” A half grunt, half scream was all she could manage as she pulled desperately at her bonds.
20 Seconds.
Barbara’s struggling got weaker, giving way to faint twitches. She would have passed out if not for the ice, keeping her awake. Sofia removed the cloth and Barbara meekly started coughing, spitting out water as she did. The ice shard was now burning her chest and stomach. Slowly the coughing subsided and she started taking big, loud, gasping breaths.
Sofia got up from behind Barbara again and walked back to the corner of the room. Barbara couldn’t move her head but caught sight of her again as she stood before her. The mobster’s white silk blouse was soaked Barbara could see through it enough to make out her black lace bra, supporting her huge, heaving breasts.
Sofia was holding a towel and a wooden chair. She dropped the chair in front of her, facing backwards and laid the towel over the back rest. She then slowly, almost sensually, removed her soaked silk blouse, crossing her arms and raising it over her head. She set it down and picked up the towel next to it and began wiping her neck and cleavage before moving to her arms. Barbara could not help but admire the villain’s awesome form, large, toned and shirtless, the towel back over her shoulder and sat down, straddling the chair and crossing her arms over the backrest.
She looked at Barbara, who was now visibly shivering.
“Comfortable Miss Gordon?” Asked Sofia.
Barbara could not keep her teeth from chattering, “Actually, I think someone left a window open…”
“I’d tell you to make this easy on yourself,” continued Sofia, ignoring Barbara’s quip, “but I don’t want you to. I enjoy hurting you Miss gordon, I enjoy seeing you suffer and I hope to take my time breaking you. And make no mistake little girl, I will break you. You have no idea what I have in store for you and the night is still young.”
“And here I was worried you were getting soft…” her voice now clearly shivering.
“Maybe I am…” teased Sofia as she got up from the chair and walked towards the bound heroine, “let me help you with that.”
With immense force, she punched through the large chunk of ice that was slowly melting on Barbara’s torso, shattering it and letting the pieces fall from under her shirt and hoodie and onto her lap.
“OOOHHF!”
Instinctively, Barbara tried doubling over but her body was held in place by her tied wrists and the noose around her neck so all she could do was cough and softly moan as she felt the savage blow in waves.
Again Sofia leaned over, with her hands on the wheelchair’s armrests, her face a mere inch away from Barbara’s.
“Now I’m going to make you scream.”
To be continued…
