An unwilling participant

Tegan grabbed Alyssa and pulled her down the steps to the stage before Alyssa could even register what was happening. She was still processing the fate of the previous contestant, who had not been wheeled off stage and sat as a perverted backdrop to the arena. She stared at the frozen girl, trapped in a position of ecstasy, her hands outstretched in delight, her head rocked back, and her mouth **** open. It was...confronting to say the least.

The audience applauded and hollered for the two women as they came down onto the stage. Alyssa's topless swimsuit was quite the head-turner. She wished that she could reach up to cover her breasts, but with her arms still cuffed behind her back, that was impossible.

"Well well, aren't these two more lovely ladies we have got here. Both sporting some very fetching swimsuits to boot!" Marc introduced the two women. "Now, if my eyes do not deceive me, this is in fact our competition regular, and the boss of the resort's swimsuit shop - Tegan! It seems she has brought a friend."

Alyssa looked over at Tegan. It seemed that she was not being entirely truthful. She was a regular competitor in this game?

Marc came over to Alyssa. "Now, who is this lovely new lady here?"

Alyssa stood there stunned for a few seconds before eventually saying her name. "Alyssa."

"And what do you do for a living, Alyssa?"

"I'm an athlete."

"Well, that would explain your physique. How well would you say you are at selfbondage?"

Alyssa fell over her words a bit. "Um...I uh, have tried it a few times...but I don't really have enough equipment."

"Well, now's the perfect time to undergo a trial by fire! Otherwise, we may have you up in that display case instead of Tegan, like we usually do."

This comment got a laugh from the audience. Alyssa looked back over at Tegan, who was sheepishly looking at her feet. "I'm uh...not very good at this..." Tegan whispered to her. "So you may actually be in for a chance."

Marc went back to the middle of the arena. "Now, lets see if Tegan is able to break her losing streak, or if we will have an unknown champion rise to the ranks."

Marc directed everyone's attention to the screen. Alyssa's heart was in her bare chest. She was desperately hoping for something easy.

It was not. In fact, it was going to be rather difficult.

The model on the screen was naked except for her leather restraints. Thigh-high ballet boots adorned her feet, a multitude of laces running up and down each boot. A full leather hood covered her entire head, and was locked on with a posture collar and padlocks. And to complete the look, a leather armbinder ran all the way down her arms, pinning her arms behind her back. The armbinder had no laces but had a zipper run up the length. A closer shot of the mechanism showed that there was no zipper on the track.

The crowd were whispering to each other in hushed tones at this point. Marc grinned from ear to ear. "Yes, this challenge requires quite a tricky display of bondage aptitude. Selfbondage with an armbinder is tricky and requires some outside thinking. Especially when you're already hooded! Now, remember, you can use exterior forces to assist you, some of which will be spread across the arena. These assistances however, must be fully removed in order for your bondage to count. Understood?

Tegan nodded. Alyssa was too nervous to move. An arbinder! She was definitely going to lose! She was going to end up as a perverted display model with her tits out for everyone to see!

"Now, do we wish to know about the extra difficulty challenge?"

Alyssa managed to get her body to shake her head vigorously. Tegan also slowly shook her head.

The stagehands from earlier returned to the stage to unlock the cuffs around each woman's wrist. Alyssa barely noticed. She was already coming to terms with the predicament she was going to find herself in in the near future.

"Very well. Just the standard fare then. Now, are we ready? Get set, GO!"

Tegan sprung into action and ran over to one of the boxes. Alyssa stood there stunned. It wasn't until the audience was yelling at her that she kicked herself into gear. This wasn't over yet! She still had a chance, no matter how slim it was. She ran over to the second box and spilled its contents onto the ground. She was going to need to make a plan for how to do this.

Alyssa began by studying the armbinder. Unlike the video, there was a zipper on the track of this one, and the binder was fully unzipped. Alyssa gave it a test, and zipped up the armbinder without anything inside it. The zipper went cleanly up the track, and then hit the end. Alyssa gave it a tug. To her surprise, the zipper popped clean off the track! She scrambled to pick it up and then slid it back onto the top of the track, where it slid back on with little problems, and was able to be unzipped. So the zipper was detachable. She would have to find some way to zip up the armbinder, and then pull the zipper with enough **** to pull it off. A plan was starting to form in Alyssa's mind.

Tegan was already attempting to get her feet into the ballet boots, and was furiously pulling at the laces. Alyssa knew that panicking was how she would lose. Even though her hands were shaking, she gripped the armbinder and looked around the arena, trying to avoid looking at the frozen girl behind her. Her eyes eventually settled on one of the posts in the arena. The post had a conspicuous hook on it, one which Alyssa immediately saw as an opportunity. She spied some thin rope that lay nearby and picked it up, before attempting to thread it through the eyelet of the zipper. To her relief, it was the perfect size. She pulled a length through and tied it tight, then carried the armbinder over to the post, where she attempted to reach the hook. To her chagrin, she wasn't tall enough. Even on her tiptoes, she was about half an inch too short.

Luckily, there was a way to gain some extra height.

Alyssa hadn't worn ballet boots before. She had no idea if she was even going to to be able to walk in them, but sat down and took off her current shoes. Some weirdos in the audience cheered at that.

Tegan and Alyssa spent the approximately the next five minutes slowly getting their feet into the boots. They were not the right size for either woman's legs, and so their thighs were going to be squeezed at the top. The boots had both laces and a zipper, which had to be closed bit by bit, in alternation. It was slow going, but with each pull of the laces, Alyssa felt her legs getting crushed. She realised about halfway up that she was going to be unable to bend her knees, due to the boning of the boots. whenever she reached her knee, she had to raise the corresponding foot off the ground before she could continue. If Alyssa fell over, she was going to be out of action.

The top of the boots ended in tight buckles that covered both the laces and the zipper, and were locked on with padlocks. Alyssa clicked them on, and looked over at her opponent. Tegan had beat her into the heels, obviously, and was now taking slow steps across to the rest of the items. She hadn't taken the armbinder or hood out yet. She was going to take a while to even get low enough to get them down.

Luckily for Alyssa, she had an advantage on the front. Pushing herself up onto her feet, she wobbled around on the tiny point of the boots, which met the ground a few inches beneath her fully en pointe feet, which were already sore. A single step forward almost sent Alyssa plummeting to the floor, but holding her arms out either side of her body stabilized her enough to continue. She wandered over to where she had left the armbinder, and bent over at the waist, an action which caused her bare breasts to hang down and swing slightly due to gravity. Being a diver meant that Alyssa was more flexible than the average person, and so she was able to scoop up the armbinder with ease. She picked it up and turned her attention back to the hook, which was now within reach. She reached up and tied a second knot in the string around the hook, and hung the armbinder off of the hook for later.

Alyssa next turned her attention to the hood. This was now the hard part. She wandered over to the box and did her same trick to retrieve the hood. She glanced over at Tegan, who was sitting down on the ground, back against a post, putting on the hood.

Alyssa studied the hood, which as expected had a huge gag intruding inwards. She couldn't afford to hang around and psyche herself up, so took a deep breath and shoved the large member into her mouth. It immediately **** her m0outh open the maximum amount, and almost reached all the way back to her throat. Alyssa almost gagged, but was able to keep it in. Wasting no time, Alyssa reached behind her, where she fumbled around blindly with one hand for the zipper while the other kept the gag in place. Finding the zipper, she struggled to pull it down. The second hand was required, but luckily the gag did not slip back out. The two hands together were able to wrestle the zipper into submission and then start on the laces. Alyssa had been hoping for small eyeholes in the hood, but she was completely and utterly blind. There was also thick padding over the ears, so she could no longer hear the cheers of the crowd. The only openings in the hood were for her nostrils.

As it turned out, Alyssa wasn't the fastest at lacing up hoods. She hadn't worn a hood this strict before, but she did admit to herself that it felt really nice.

Alyssa fastened the attached posture collar pulled it tight over the laces, preventing her from unlacing the hood. The only problem now was that the lock was not already present like they were on the boots. Alyssa silently swore and bent back over, trying to locate the box so that she could find the padlock for her hood. She moved around the arena, hunched over, boobs swinging, arms down, hoping to catch the edge of the box. When she eventually did so, she had to practically fall over in order to reach far enough into the box to locate the padlock. Once she did, she threw it on, locking away her freedom.

Now for the final touch.

Thanking herself for preparing the armbinder ahead of time, Alyssa set to work locating it. She crawled along the sand of the arena until she hit a post, which she used to pull herself back up to her feet. Every step took an immense amount of balance and energy, and Alyssa was starting run out of both. It took her another minute to get to the next post along, where she felt around for the armbinder. her hand brushed against it, and she silently cheered. Alyssa turned around, to face her back to the post. Grabbing the shoulder straps, she looped them under each armpit and across to the opposite shoulder, which resulted in her breasts being further called to attention with the X of fabric that now ran between each. Two padlocks served to not only connect the two straps together, but lock them at the appropriate length.

Alyssa was starting to really get sore now. Her arms were beginning to cramp from reaching behind her all the time. But she pressed on. The next step was to reach behind and slot both arms into the open armbinder. This was an easier job than it could have been due to the monosleeve being unzipped, so both arms slid in to the bottom, where Alyssa clasped her hands together. Now there was the final movement. She spun around, her hood now facing the post, and took a single, careful step back. She felt the zipper, pulled tight on the connected string, move. Not by much, but it was still movement. Another step. Another inch on the zipper. The next two steps required some more **** to pull the zipper up, and Alyssa was desperately hoping that the zipper was not going to pop off the track too early, because if that happened, she would be guaranteed a loss as she reset.

The next fifty percent of the sleeve zipped shut without incident. Each step was careful and slow. Deliberate. The zipper crept towards the top of the sleeve, taking Alyssa's freedom further and further into inescapable territory. It had not escaped Alyssa's attention that this selfbondage was one-way. She was going to be unable to free herself. But it was preferable to the alternative.

The zipper reached the final few inches, where Alyssa's arms strained. They were pushed more and more together until all further resistance was gone, and the zip sailed up to the top of the sleeve and popped clear off the hook. Alyssa immediately lost her balance and fell painfully onto her back. She tried to cry out in pain, but no sound came out through the gag. She wriggled around on the ground, trying in vain to maneuver her legs into a position where she could sit up. Her arm sleeve clawed at the ground. Eventually, Alyssa just gave up. She had successfully completed her self-bondage. She was actually rather proud of herself. She lay on her side and began to enjoy the sensation growing between her legs. She just that she looked hot as hell like this. In fact, if it wasn't for the **** rigidity of the boots, Alyssa wouldn't mind putting this outfit on again. Except maybe she could cover up her tits next time.

Now all that was left was to wait and see if she had won.