I Survived The Witch [#1] ✓ [Follow Freelove to Read]

## Subject 12 01 A4CC22 09-05-06

In the last two days I've put 10000 words into I Survived the Brute. Going to have it up soon.

25 after.

This clip started with a woman strapped to a chair.  Her arms and legs were covered with several thick leather straps and there was some kind of contraption over her head, one binding her forehead to the top of the metal chair and the other locked under her chin forcing her mouth open.  The woman, only identified as one due to her breasts tucked tight under a white leather jumper, had no hair, no eyebrows, and seemed to have shaved arms and legs.  Almost out of sight behind her was a metal ring hooked onto the jumper and what looked like a long circular leather rope hooked onto some kind of coil. 

The woman was trying to move her head, but whoever put her there made damn sure she wouldn’t be able to escape her bondage.  “Come on boy, come on!” a male voice appeared out of the shot.  “Come on, we’ve practiced, you know what to do, come on!”  The woman’s eyes grew big and she tried with all her strength to break free of her bindings, only successfully causing droll to run down her chin and hit the jumpsuit.  “Come on, oh that’s a good boy!”

She started moaning a word resembling “No” over and over.  Something with the elasticity and flexibility of a frog’s tongue lunged at her face, hitting the side of her lip and ricocheting across her cheek.  The tongue slammed into the wall behind her causing a deep thud before getting sucked in reverse out of the shot. 

“Well, you do need to practice your aim!”  The man spoke, almost sounding as if he was joking.  “Try again, I know you can do it… can’t be that hard… Dumb dog, has to be trained to do something that should be natural…”

The woman moved in her binding, causing the leather to squeak a bit.  Her eyes stayed on what was in front of her, and she didn’t blink as she gulped.  The frog tongue lunged at her again, this time getting right in the center of her wide open mouth.  She gagged as it went down her throat and thrashed against the binding, struggling to squeeze the large cord of flesh out.  Her face grew red, then purple.  “Come on, figure it out.” The man spoke.

After a few more seconds color flushed back into her face and her chest expanded.  “Perfect!  Good boy!”  The man shouted.  “Oh, oh, calm down it’s okay.” The man was now speaking directly to the woman strapped to the chair, “It worked perfectly, he finally figured it out.  You feel that?”  The woman seemed to be shaking her head as much as she could while gagging on the tongue down her throat, but even with all her struggling her breathing was completely normal.

“He’s breathing for you; you don’t even have to worry about a thing.  That’s all it was, an umbilical cord of sorts, designed to work as life support for the person he uses it on.  Now, let’s make sure the entire system is airtight; we can’t have any issues… right?”  The same man who labeled himself as Doctor Gellium in a previous video came into the video and adjusted it to be pointing down so I could see the floor.  Right behind the chair was a glass tub full of water.

 The Doctor put his hand against the woman’s chest and pushed while using the other to make sure she doesn’t fall back too hard.  The woman got off one more fearful moan before the man pushed her head under the water.  At first she seemed to be drowning, air gurgled up from her mouth and she blinked her eyes and tried to thrash her head around—but none the less her stomach continued to rise and fall at the exact same speed it always had since the flesh tube went down her throat. 

The Doctor held her underwater for several minutes and when it was resolved that she continued to get air at a regular basis he pulled her out of the water.  He set her back upright.  There was no frantic relief for oxygen or a sudden inhale, she kept the exact same constant rate of breathing, it seemed even if she tried to fight against it the beast was able to easily overwhelm and keep her pace consistent. 

“One step closer to the perfect creature,” the doctor said as he moved back behind the camera.  “Okay boy, that was a good job, release her now… release… no, release.  What are you doing?  Stop, stop!  No, no!  Bad no!  Come back here.  No!” The camera got knocked over and when it hit the ground everything went black.