Chinese Water Torture (F/F)

[Janbound]

At 37, childless and divorced, busty blonde Jan revelled in the good kicking her lawyer had given her ex and enjoyed a life of idle luxury, but she was bored. She had tired dating sites, singles bars, speed dating, tinder but had discovered her long suppressed lesbian fantasies gave her more pleasure than any man. She had also discovered her kinky side . And fantastically she had discovered a solution with Maria, her Spanish cleaner, who was also a lady who preferred ladies, and could be quite dominant. So in this sunny Thursday morning she sat naked on yhe bed in her spare room as Maria attached her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, taped her worn knickers into her mouth and finally fastened the heavy blindfold over her eyes.

"Jan, you're gonna love this new game," Maria said with a sadistic chuckle.

Two seconds later, the sound of high herled footsteps grew faint, the door clicked shut, and silence filled the room. The sudden isolation sent a shiver down Jan's spine. She lay on her back, her heart racing. The only thing she could hear was the rhythmic tick of the clock on the bedside table , echoing like a drum in her ears. The anticipation grew heavier with each passing second.

The first cold droplet hit her forehead, sending an involuntary jerk through her body. It was an icy surprise, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the room. It took a moment for her to realize what was happening. The water was cool and clear, but the sensation of it hitting her skin in that precise spot was maddening. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Each drip was a solitary note in a symphony of torment, playing a tune that grew louder with every beat of her heart.

Her breathing grew ragged as she tried to adjust to the new reality. The plastic beneath her was cold and unforgiving, the unyeilding sheet sticking to her damp skin. The gag in her mouth was thick and unforgiving, muffling her muted protests. She felt the water begin to soak into her hair, a clammy sensation that sent goosebumps down her neck and spine. Jan squirmed, trying to shake off the feeling, but her movements only served to tighten the ropes that bound her to the bed.

As the minutes stretched into an eternity, the cold trickle of water grew heavier, colder. It was a relentless force, a single-minded enemy that had no intention of letting up. The drops fell like the tears she couldn't shed, a silent punishment that knew no mercy. She felt her forehead start to ache from the constant assault, the dull throb matching the rhythm of the drips. Jan's thoughts raced, trying to find a way to escape, but the darkness of the blindfold and the numbing grip of the ropes only served to confuse and disorient her.

Her body began to shiver, not from the cold, but from the sheer terror that had taken hold. The water had become a living entity, a torturer with a sadistic sense of timing that knew just when to hit her with a particularly cold or fast-falling drop to keep her on edge. She could feel her sanity slipping away, piece by agonizing piece. The world outside her prison of sensory deprivation had faded away, leaving her with nothing but the relentless drip, drip, drip.

The seconds turned into minutes, and the minutes into hours. Jan's mind played tricks on her, making time feel both endless and fleeting. She lost track of how long she'd been there, her thoughts a jumble of panic and despair. She tried to scream for help, to plead with her captor to release her, but the gag only allowed for muffled moans to escape. The sound of her own muted voice was a stark reminder of her helplessness.

Her body began to ache from the strain of being tied in such an exposed position. Her arms and legs felt like they were on fire, stretched to their limits, while the cold water continued to pummel her forehead without respite. Jan's mind searched for any distraction, any way to escape the present agony. She thought of warm sunny days at the beach, the smell of fresh cut grass, and the taste of sweet summer berries. But even these happy thoughts couldn't drown out the persistent drip, drip, drip.

The water had started to form a puddle around her head, seeping into the pillow and running onto,yhe plastic then down her back. The smell of wet fabric and her own hair filled her nostrils, mixing with the scent of her own fear. Her eyes darted back and forth behind the blindfold, trying to find some semblance of reality in the blackness. But there was only the unyielding darkness and the cold, unrelenting water. Jan felt a new sensation, a desperate need to move, to do something, anything to break the pattern. But the ropes held her fast, turning her body into a canvas for the torturous masterpiece that was unfolding.

Her skin grew numb from the constant exposure to the cold, and she found herself straining against the ropes with renewed vigor. The water was no longer just a source of discomfort; it was a symbol of her entrapment, of the control someone else had over her. Jan's thoughts grew darker, more primal. Survival instincts kicked in, and she began to plot her escape. She tested the ropes, feeling for any give, any weakness. But they were tight, knotted with a precision that spoke of experience.

The coldness of the water was now a distant memory, replaced by an all-consuming need to get free. Her mind raced with scenarios of breaking the restraints, of the sweet victory that awaited her on the other side of this nightmare. She focused on the sound of the drip, trying to time her breaths to its rhythm. If she could sync with it, maybe she could find a pattern, some predictability in this chaos. But the water was unpredictable, each drop a surprise that kept her on edge.

Her muscles screamed in protest, begging for relief from the constant strain. Jan took a deep breath, filling her lungs with what little air she could manage through the thick gag. She felt a surge of determination, a fire burning in her core. With a roar that was silenced by the fabric in her mouth, she pulled against the ropes with all her might. The sudden jolt sent a shockwave of pain through her body, but she didn't stop. The ropes held firm, biting into her skin, but she continued to struggle.

Though still only dripping, she felt as if the water had turned into a torrent, soaking her hair and face, making it hard to breathe. Jan coughed and sputtered, feeling the liquid run into her nose. It was a violation, a never-ending stream of cold that seemed to be trying to drown her from above. Her eyes searched the darkness, looking for any hint of light, any way out of this hellish prison. The world around her spun and she felt nauseous, her stomach churning with each jerk of her body. The bed frame groaned in protest, echoing her silent screams.

Her breaths grew shallower, the air in the room thick with the scent of fear and desperation. Jan's eyes began to burn with unshed tears, her mind racing faster than the droplets that fell on her. Panic began to set in, a heavy weight that pressed down on her chest. She felt her pulse pounding in her ears, the throb in her forehead growing stronger with each beat. The cold water had become a personal vendetta, an enemy that knew her every weakness and exploited it without mercy.

Her thoughts turned to rage, a fierce determination to not let this beat her. Jan's body was a battleground, her will pitted against the relentless force of the water. She pulled at the ropes again, feeling the burn in her wrists and ankles as the skin began to chafe. The pain was a beacon, a reminder that she was alive and fighting. Her movements grew more frantic, more urgent. The bed frame creaked and groaned under the force of her struggle, the only witness to her silent war.

And then, as if the universe had decided to play a cruel joke, Jan began to hallucinate. Figures danced in the shadows beyond her blindfold, their faces twisted into grotesque masks of glee and malice. She swore she could feel their icy fingers running down her cheek, whispering sweet nothings in a language she didn't understand. The drops grew into a symphony of laughter, a cacophony of sound that drowned out the ticking clock. The walls of the room felt like they were closing in, the pressure on her chest increasing with each breath.

The first image was of the schoolyard bullies, their sneers and taunts echoing through the years. She saw their cruel eyes watching her, enjoying her suffering. They pointed and jeered, their voices a cacophony that seemed to resonate with the very drops of water that fell on her forehead. Jan felt her face flush with remembered humiliation, her body tensing against the ropes as she tried to fight off the memories that threatened to consume her. Her childhood fears fulfilled as she lay naked in the playground all her tormentors now grown themselves but still pomching her, slapping her writing on her.

Next, her ex-husband's sneering face appeared in the darkness. His voice, once filled with love, now a harsh reminder of his betrayal. He laughed as he watched her, the sound of his mockery as cold and biting as the water that fell. She felt the sting of his words, the weight of his hand as he had hit her in moments of anger. His cruelty washed over her like a frigid wave, leaving her gasping for air and longing for the warmth of a time when she had been safe. Jan's hatred for him grew stronger with each drop, fueling her determination to break free from the bonds that held her captive. She saw him with the younger woman he had run away with, bith jeering, stealing her car, taking her money, burrying her in the flower bed of her back garden, pouring water on her. Throwing her naked, tied up,with chains, weighted down with leag weights off the back of a ferry into the cold north sea.

The third apparition was the headmistress from her school days, a stern woman with a penchant for discipline. The sting of the ruler she had used to punish Jan for every perceived infraction was as real as the cold drops of water on her skin. The headmistress's face was a twisted mask of pleasure as she watched Jan squirm. Jan felt the heat of the past humiliation, the pain of those old bruises as if they were new. She remembered the way the woman's eyes had glinted as she had delivered punishments, the sadistic pleasure she had taken in her power. The sight of her brought bile to Jan's throat, and she clenched her fists in impotent rage, desperately wishing she could strike back.

Her breaths grew ragged as the hallucinations grew more intense. The forest around her was thick with the scent of moss and decay, the sounds of the night creatures seeming to mock her with their indifference. Jan's legs burned from the exertion, her bare feet bruised and bleeding from the sharp stones and sticks that littered the forest floor. The branches and thorns tore at her skin, leaving a trail of crimson in her wake. The ropes that had bound her to the bed had become invisible vines that wrapped around her body, constricting tighter with each step she took.

The darkness was absolute, the only light coming from the occasional shaft of moonlight that pierced the canopy above. Yet, she could feel the eyes of the predator on her, the creature that had been set on her by the sadistic Maria. Jan's heart pounded in her chest like a drum, each beat echoing through the forest like a beacon for the pursuer she knew was there. The cold water from the earlier torture had been replaced by a clammy sweat that clung to her body, mixing with the dirt and grime of the forest floor.

Her ankles had been snared by an unseen trap, something that had yanked her off her feet the moment she had managed to stand. The rope had tightened around her, pulling her back to the creature that stalked her. Jan had landed hard on the unforgiving ground, the wind knocked out of her. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving against the constraints of the ropes that held her in place. The leaves crunched under her as she writhed, trying to free herself from the snare that had caught her.

The sound of something approaching grew louder, a rustle of underbrush and the snap of twigs. Jan's heart hammered against her ribs, a wild beast in a cage of fear. And then she felt it—the first touch of something on her bare soles. Two sharp points of sensation that sent a jolt of pain up her legs. She screamed into the gag, her eyes wide with terror, trying to kick away the source of the new agony. But it was relentless, digging into her flesh with a persistence that mirrored the water's earlier torment.

Suddenly, the cold, wet world of the hallucinations receded, and Jan's mind snapped back to reality. The tickling sensation grew more insistent, and she realized it was not the creature's touch, but the cruel fingers of her tormentor, Maria. The sadistic woman's voice pierced the silence, "Having a good time?" Jan's body froze in place, her mind reeling with confusion and rage. The ropes had been untied, but she was still blindfolded, still gagged. The water had stopped, but she could feel it pooling on the plastic beneath her, a stark reminder of her ordeal.

“OK. Twenty minutes up. You want more?”

[LunaDog]

Reminds me, i REALLY do need to fix that dripping tap! Joking apart, this is superb. Great read!

[Janbound]

Reminds me, i REALLY do need to fix that dripping tap! Joking apart, this is superb. Great read!

Maybe I should have written about being tied up in the bath with a dripping tap or shower. I really wanted to have the idea of gradually going insane and wanted to make it sound like I’d been tied up for hours, then discover that it was just a few minutes, also the hallucinations gave m3 free reign for some wilder scenes.

[StringTheorist]

Well, Jan, you succeeded. I felt that it was longer than a few minutes, much longer.

MTC, I hope.

ST

[Treville]

Great story! A wonderful description of helplessness.

[tiedinbluetights]

This was an amazing story, well written @Janbound; your story actually managed to make my eyes tear up in parts. Never have I so much simultaneously want to and not want to try out the Chinese Water Torture.

[Janbound]

@tiedinbluetights maybe I should tie you up blindfolded and gagged in a bath with the cold tap dripping on your head. Fate a few hours there might be enough water to drown you too.

[DioA]

Great story, and I loved the ending. Of course, I would probably lie to someone and say that it’s been five minutes when it’s really been an hour.

[tiedinbluetights]

@tiedinbluetights maybe I should tie you up blindfolded and gagged in a bath with the cold tap dripping on your head. Fate a few hours there might be enough water to drown you too.

Oh my

Too bad I don't do roleplays, and only my RL wife (and fictional friends in stories) are allowed to tie and torture me. Plus snuff is not my genre

[Janbound]

@tiedinbluetights maybe I should tie you up blindfolded and gagged in a bath with the cold tap dripping on your head. Fate a few hours there might be enough water to drown you too.

Oh my

Too bad I don't do roleplays, and only my RL wife (and fictional friends in stories) are allowed to tie and torture me. Plus snuff is not my genre

I’m sorry if I mislead you. I did. It intend snuff. Just that being naked in a bathtub slowly filling with cold water would make you think you were going to drown and therefore and to the torture.

[tiedinbluetights]

I see @Janbound, thanks for clearing it up and my own apologies for not having understood fully. That makes the scene proposed double hot despite the cold water I can just imagine a Batman episode along those lines ...

Great story, and always looking forward to more.

[Reidy]

I see @Janbound, thanks for clearing it up and my own apologies for not having understood fully. That makes the scene proposed double hot despite the cold water I can just imagine a Batman episode along those lines ...

Great story, and always looking forward to more.

I agree, would make an amazing Bat peril.


And to @Janbound, this is a great story. Loved the twist that it had only been 20 minutes.

[rtbw]

It's like I was actually feeling what Jan experienced in this story, and I agree with @tiedinbluetights and @Reidy this would make a great bat peril. I'd love to be subjected to it as Robin