Breaking free

"Dan!" you yell after him. He's sleaze who deserves to have his nuts run over by an eighteen wheeler, but he's your only way out. "Dan!" you scream again," but no one responds.

"Damn it!" you curse, spitting as you recall what he did in your mouth. It doesn't relieve the taste or the queasiness in your stomach, but it's something to do while you figure out your next move.

The cuffs seem firmly attached to your wrists, and unlike the tv shows where the star wriggles out of them you'd have better luck cutting off your own hand.

"Maybe the bed will break," you think, and spend futile moments yanking, even putting one foot back against the bed to push. All you get is bruises and worse chafing on your wrists.

Looking back at the end of the bed you see why it probably didn't work. The cuffs are secured to a thick horizontal pole, one of many at the end of the bed. Looking at the bed with a growing sense of doom you realize that the curved piece of wood that goes over the numerous bars at the end o the bed is fairly thin. wide, but not thick. If you were to pull up, maybe even forward, you might lift the top bar off the spindle-like bars. Either your cuffs would slip between the two or the bar might pull outward.

The only problem, you quickly realize as you try it out, is that you're far too low. "Maybe," you murmer, eying the bed. With a rising hope you put one leg on the mattress, hoping it will be enough. You spare one last thought of sympathy for your aching wrists and push up.

For a long, painful moment your one legs bulges with effort and your wrists feel like they're going to snap. You hover on the edge of completely losing your balance, only to lose it completely when a loud snap seems to explode in the room.

For a split second you think it's your wrists breaking, but as you lift up off your feet for the next split second you realize it's the wood showing the cheapness of the bed. You spend another split second overjoyed with your freedom, followed by another hoping you don't fall off the bed as your upward momentum turns downward and you fall backwards.

You never even thought of the possibility that you might land on the rounded bedpost, it's thick dildo like shape perfectly placed to impale itself almost completely up your....