Live Stream Struggling
© 2023 by Bob2300 (deviantart.com/bob2300)
Edited by Dannysuling (deviantart.com/dannysuling)

Part Two

The hood suddenly felt a lot tighter, the edge of the cuffs sharper against her skin, the gag far larger than it actually was. It felt that as each second passed the hood shrank pressing down on her head from every direction, the gag grew, and the bonds clamped down tighter on her wrists and ankles. After about twenty minutes of unintentionally entertaining her audience with her panic filled gyrations, she stopped panicking, completely exhausted and spent. She found that if she calmed herself down and passed the key from one hand to the other, she could angle it to free one hand. She braced herself, then stood up, ready to free herself totally. 

That feeling of relief was short-lived, however, as a moment later she dropped the key! She panicked again and began scrabbling around on the floor for them with her one free hand. She finally located the key, seized it, and immediately unlocked her other hand. Rainbow’s hands immediately flew to her face and tried to pull off the hood, but it seemed to be stuck fast to her head. She continued pulling frantically for a minute or two before the strap came lose and she could begin working the hood entirely off. It seemed to have glued itself onto her head and required a lot of effort to release the rubber. Rainbow worked fervently, and was very relived to get the gag out and then remove the rest of her bonds. She swore aloud to her audience it was just an act, even though her heart was pounding and there were chills running down her spine....

...It was about a week before she got the next delivery and its accompanying proposition. This time the bulky package was wrapped in pink paper with a rainbow ribbon. She unboxed the parcel, revealing a pair of black six-inch heels with locking ankle-straps. They looked like they had been designed by a sadistic torturer, and she realized that it would be unlikely she could actually walk in them. Still, they would look sexy as hell on her feet. The next item out of the box was an upgraded package for the restraint waist-belt, including thigh-bands that would link to each other as well as the waist-belt. There was also a wide crotch-strap and a cover plate over the lock that would fasten the device punishingly tight. Still deeper in the package was a posture collar. Holding it up, she could see that it would be so tight that it would be as if someone was holding her in a headlock, choking her into submission while she wore it, it felt thick as if there was a metal column under the leather.

Rainbow was definitely beginning to have doubts about taking up this course of action. Yet there were still more items in the bottom of the box to complete the new outfit. The next item, for example, took her a moment to identify, until Rainbow realised that they were a pair of very solid-looking elbow cuffs that would lock together. Their design matched the belt, the collar, and the ankle-cuffs—they were intended to be one set! Then there was the last but most important item: a networked lock-box where the keys could be kept for the duration of a challenge, and  where the timer could be extended by a continuous feed of donations. Of course, she fully expected these to be quite considerable, once she began, and it gave her a way to interact with her audience. Still, putting her audience in full control of her freedom made her much more than a little nervous considering all those comments!

The female streamer put a poll up on her channel: should she take on this latest challenge or not? The vote was overwhelmingly in favour of her doing the lock-box challenge. She read aloud to her audience the terms of the challenge, and looked nervously at the camera. Rainbow was dressed in a nice tight outfit that displayed her every curve. She held up one of her undergarments, freshly laundered, and stretched them a little between her hands, showing them to the camera. Then, almost like she was taking a pill...some sort of bitter medicine...she suddenly shoved the pair of panties into her own mouth. The silky purple material disappeared between her lips. She looked disgusted, but nonetheless a red thong and an orange pair of bikini bottoms followed the first garment. Then she inserted the gag two-and-a-half-inch gag and tightened it up really nice. Rainbow worked on it again and again, until the straps were pulled to the last notch, just like her audience preferred. Next, she put on the high-heels, locking them round her ankles. She stood, wobbled, and turned around on the spot, pain shooting up her arched feet. Then she sat down on her stool, so that she was in full view, centered in the camera's field.

Next, while slowly drooling on herself through the huge punishing gag, Rainbow set about binding her own body. The waist-belt was applied as tightly as she could make it, so that it crushed her waistline. She made the crotch strap really tight as well, glad that the gag silenced the moan that threatened to escape her lips. The thigh-bands clipped into place, squeezing her sweet, perfect plumpness of her upper legs. The locking plate over the belt felt heavy, and she felt the surge of nerves once again. Bending down she locked the barred ankle-cuffs in place caused her more trouble than before, but she managed. Then she added the elbow-cuffs to her biceps.

Finally, it was time for the hood. Rainbow carefully gathered her hair and fed it through the ring at the back of the hood. That part was easy. But It was an effort to pull the hood over her head, line up the nose holes, then tighten it up by buckling the strap under her chin. She appeared quite hesitant as she added the posture collar, clamping it into place, because now she had no way to get to the strap that would release the hood.

The posture collar itself was linked to a chain that was attached to the bottom of the light fitting. This meant that Rainbow couldn’t wander out of the camera's field of view. She managed to lock her elbows together by pressing the two cuffs, engaging a latch between them. Her elbows were now restrained tightly together. Rainbow also locked her hands in place in the cuffs at the back of the belt, the keys on a little loop still in her right hand. She paused for a moment, knowing that she was rather frightened at taking the next step. Then, reluctantly, she stuffed the keys into the lock-box, her fingers pushing it shut. She knew it had locked when the device beeped. The next time—whenever it was—that she would hear that beep again was whenever the box opened and the keys were released...and so she could free herself. Of course, this would only be when the donations stopped rolling in.

Rainbow was more nervous than she had ever been, part of her wanted it to be very short and then she could get out part of her wanted it to be very long so she got lots of donations. She had tested the lock box with nothing in it. She had tested it with the keys in it to make sure that it would work. And work it did. She was now at the mercy of her audience!

She couldn’t see anything from inside the hood, but if she had been able to she would have immediately noticed something odd happening to her live-stream feed. Someone seemed to have taken it over, and suddenly there were several new options for donations—like ‘Tease’, ‘Shock’, and ‘Choke’!—in addition to the timer option already there. And thus viewers experimented. When they donated to the ‘Tease’ function, the crotch strap on the belt would tighten and vibrate, causing Rainbow to wiggle about uncontrollably. The ‘Shock’ function generated a tiny little shock in her collar, making her twitch a little. And the ‘Choke’ function tightened her collar momentarily, making her gasp, but limited by a built-in safety feature to a maximum of thirty seconds which felt quite a bit longer to the streamer.

Of course, many viewers were also using the timer function to extend the time she was stuck in these sinister bonds. Rainbow’s fingers scrabbled at the lock-box, but it was comprised of solid steel and she had no chance without tools, tools that were far out of her reach!

Rainbow was suddenly both overwhelmed and out of control with the barrage of sensations. Being held in the darkness of the hood and the huge gag made it all seem far worse than it perhaps was. Her bonds proved to be incredibly formidable, and her elbows remained touching. Her wrists were locked to her waist, and she could barely shuffle with her ankles effectively bound in place. The combination of hood, panties, and ball-gag reduced her ability to communicate to almost zero. Having her neck clamped in the tight posture collar was terrifying too, especially when it pressed against her throat to the point she couldn't breathe.

 Rainbow recalled that, at first, she had been confident about how this adventure would work. But the reality of it was beyond anything she had considered. There was no back-up, no safety, no one to let her out or release her. She would be freed when her fans got bored and stopped donating to the live-stream, so that the lock-box could open. Rainbow was also incredibly frightened of what else might be built into this set of restraints. She hated the heels, but they had been designed to keep her at the right level for the collar. And since she had made the chain too short, she couldn’t get away...it was her own fault, and she knew it!

The distractions from the vibrating crotch strap, part of the cursed restraint belt, were really shattering her sense of time. They sent Rainbow’s thoughts careening all over the place. She found herself clenching her fists in frustration, biting down on the choking gag as the stimulation got to her and her body overwhelmed her fear. She struggled and squirmed as she received the odd low-level electric shock, like a poke at the base of her neck. What she couldn’t take was the choking. Having her ability to breathe stopped as the collar tightened down on her was terrifying!. Each time she feared that it would not let go....

...Finally, after nearly three hours of ongoing strict bondage and intermittent breath play, the donations slowed and then ceased entirely, allowed the timers to reach their limits. The lock-box clicked open. It took her a moment for Rainbow to realise that all the teasing, throttling, and shocking had now stopped. Her mind was able to centre only after a minute or two without stimulation. She was, frankly, a mess under the hood, and was so desperately eager to snatch up the keys, to free herself at last of her punitive restraints.

Unknown to Rainbow under her hood, there were some faint clicking and scraping noises off camera. The door to her apartment was being picked!  Suddenly here was aloud click as all the tumblers fell into place. The door handle moved, causing a sound loud enough to be caught on camera. She realised with terror something was going on she was not alone!

The door swung open behind Rainbow, and someone walked in on the live stream. Just for a second, there was just the silhouette of a woman on the feed, followed by the click of a button press, as a manual remote was displayed. Immediately, the collar gave Rainbow a massive shock, far more potent than anything previous during the stream. She collapsed, as the chain to the collar went taut, and she dropped the keys out of her reach. She experienced a moment of blind panic, as she heard the click of high-heels behind her and the door to her room slamming closed. She was now locked in these restraints—helpless, barely able to twitch, with a complete stranger who could do anything at all to her! There was now a new person in the mix.

The intruder quickly unclipped Rainbow’s collar, and she fell like a piece of deadwood, collapsing out of the camera’s range. There was an audible sigh from the newcomer, who bent down and dragged the hooded Rainbow back into the camera’s view. The new arrival checked the prisoner over, then clipped her collar back to the chain, this time making it much shorter, forcing her onto her toes. The intruder then checked a few things on her computer. 

Rainbow’s live-stream had been taken over by someone dressed as a dominating nurse—aka DomNurse69—as part of there little private bet gone wrong. The new host of the show was dressed as a dominatrix nurse in grey and black rubber. She had a face mask that was a theatrical version of a Hannibal Lector mask. The polarised goggles she wore made her appear really evil and hid her identity.

The masked woman walked over to her prisoner, running her hands up and down over Rainbow’s body. 
“Silly stupid slut,” she sneered, 
“I am in charge now.” She squeezed Rainbow’s breasts as if they now belonged to her. Rainbow protested, shaking her head as much as the collar would allow her to, squealing into her gag. The nurse-costumed woman pulled her into an embrace, and Rainbow tried to buck and pull her arms free to escape, but she was quite easily contained by the restraints that she had been tricked into wearing. And now her elbows were captured in her assailant’s grip, and she was totally helpless as the nurse in charge ‘checked out the merchandise’, giving her bound captive’s breasts a good, long, and very firm squeeze, then insinuating her hand between the prisoner’s legs and running it over every inch of her helpless, bound body.

On the extended live-stream, Rainbow was ‘processed’ by the nurse in full view of the audience. The intruder began by cutting off the bound woman’s top, an act that required her to release and re-lock the cuffs from time to time. Rainbow struggled and screamed in hysterical panic into her gag.

At one point in the process, the nurse stopped slapped her prisoner on her cheek. Rainbow was so startled that she ceased her active resistance as her top was cut into ribbons. And the her bra was pulled away. She tried to struggle again, only to receive a blow to her bottom cheeks, which again calmed her down. When Rainbow’s straining bra was cut and pulled away, her large ‘assets’ dipped a little, not really sagging but reacting to the effect of gravity on the fullness of those breasts. Once again, the dominant nurse took a fair amount of time to thorough heft, assess, and explore the two luxurious globes, playing with them, squeezing them, kneading them, while the camera observed and broadcast every action. Rainbow felt foreign fingers twist her pert nipples, while she tried to beg into her ball-gag and wad of underwear for help. Encased in that set of restraints, of course, there was no way she could resist the dominatrix's advances.

The rubber nurse inserted a finger inside the band of her prisoner’s tight pants and pulled suggestively. Rainbow reacted by squealing again into her gag-and hood-combo, begging for her assailant to stop. But all of her muffled pleas were to no avail: a moment later, scissors cut the right leg of her pants from her waist down, and then the left leg received the same treatment. Rainbow’s tight sportswear was pulled away bit by bit, one harsh tug at a time, until she was left clad only in her socks, panties, heels, and the indomitable restraints securing her ankles. She resumed struggling against the cuffs, against all her bonds, until finally the rubber-nurse had had enough of her defiance. She unclipped Rainbow’s collar, flipped the captive over her lap, and began a vigorous on-air spanking. It went on for some time, accompanied by muffled screams and weeping, until finally the prisoner sagged in her bonds. Her captor, however, kept swinging away, the helpless, near-naked bundle jiggling with each impact on her twin, quickly reddening nether cheeks, providing more entertainment to the audience.

As the dominatrix continued to work away on her prisoner, various restraints were removed so that Rainbow’s panties could be pulled down. An ankle-cuff was undone and the fragile garment was pulled off, and then the ankle was re-cuffed. Her shoes were removed, her socks swiftly pulled off, and the punishing footwear replaced on her sore feet. Rainbow was totally naked, now, and unable to do anything against her tight restraints.

“I like my submissives to be put in punitive institutional restraints,” the nurse explained aloud to the watching audience. 
“It makes them so much easier to handle in the long run. My little Rainbow slut,” she continued, turning to face her helpless, humiliated, still sobbing captive, 
“I have brought a jacket that's sort of in your size...just a little too small, perhaps. If I tighten up the straps hard enough, I am sure that you will be forced to fit into it. Of course, if you don't successfully fit on the first try, well, I will try again, until I have packaged you properly!”.

The nurse displayed for the eager, attentive audience a Mark-4 security jacket, holding it up for the camera. The thing was truly sadistic. She described how tight and unforgiving it was, how solid the straps were, how utterly nasty the restraints would be. Rainbow was obviously rather unhappy at the prospect of being tightly packaged up inside one of these punitive garments. However, what the prisoner wished to wear and what she was going to be forced to wear were two different things entirely. Rainbow was at the mercy of a sadist, and it didn’t look like anyone was going to come and save her.

Rainbow was very slowly and methodically put into the Mark-4 security punishment straitjacket. A rather strict sort of restraint, it had an inbuilt high collar that was just about as harsh as the posture collar she had worn earlier. The material was cut away in front to allow her large breasts to be presented in a rather strictly constrained format prompting them to bulge out. The jacket also had a tight waist that would help crush the resistance out of its recipient.

Belts were soon fastened, as well as sadistically stringent laces at the rear. The straps at the back were arranged in two directions to make it more impervious to escape. In this model, the arms would be folded behind the back, trapped in a punishing configuration. There was an option for a triple- or double-crotch strap, as well as thigh straps. There would be three reinforcing belts and side loops constraining her arms. Then Rainbow’s ankles were strapped to her thighs, each ankle-cuff now with a strap attachment that ran through it and then round her thigh, enforcing a ‘frog-tie’ position as well as the hellish heels. Rainbow had little say in the matter.

And then the hood came off, and the enormous ball-gag was pulled out with force! Rainbow worked her jaw, looking up at the nurse and taking a deep breath. But captor was faster than captive. Before Rainbow could start protesting and screaming for help, her used panties and socks were shoved into her mouth on-top of the previous packing, and an imposing three-inch silicon harness ball-gag was deployed to completely and mercilessly silence her. The dominatrix pulled a different hood over her prisoner’s head. This new hood had an exposed area for her mouth, but it covered her eyes completely, and like the earlier hood had an opening that allowed Rainbow’s hair to be fed through it. The rainbow-hued tails spilled down the back, over the punitive jacket.

Suddenly the rubber nurse made a formal announcement on the live-stream: the ‘rainbow prisoner’ would now be ‘treated’ to a number of sexual predations, depending entirely on the audience’s donations. At the very basic, least expensive donation level, Rainbow would get another, harsher, protracted spanking. After that, if there were additional donations, Rainbow would receive a period of oral edging, held down and teased live on camera by her captor. And if they received yet more money, the dominant and her new, helplessly trussed up plaything, would do some sex-to-sex scissoring.

And if the donations got a bit higher? Well...in that case...she had brought along a favorite strap-on, and Rainbow would be taken vaginally. Higher still? Then the strap-on would provide some deep, merciless, and lengthy anal action. And finally, if the donations got a tiny bit higher, the nurse would add a bit of breath-play action, using a rubber sheet, smothering her plaything while she fucked her prisoner’s rectum relentlessly with the strap-on.

The audience, not surprisingly, voted rather quickly with their largesse, pushing rapidly past the first two options. They seemed rather excited at the prospect of seeing the ‘Rainbow streamer’ being skewered at the end of a strap-on. One of the options provided to the audience was to to let Rainbow go free, for a certain donation level. But unfortunately, and again to nobody’s great surprise, no one voted for that option or placed any money towards it.

By the end of the first poll, Rainbow was informed that she would receive the strap-on anally, combined with punitive and protracted breath play. The bound live-streamer was definitely not a fan of this idea, and she struggled for all she was worth in her new straitjacket to escape. However, that just provided more entertainment for her audience.

Her captor prepared to violate her. In a moment or two, the dominatrix had the strap-on locked and positioned, everything in place to penetrate her victim. The poor streamer was soon positioned as well, simultaneously choked and fucked while the camera broadcast everything live. The nurse took Rainbow’s hair from the top of her hood and looped the tresses in her hand, pulling them backward, forcing Rainbow’s head back, her neck painfully arched

Rainbow couldn’t escape from the harsh confines of the straitjacket no matter how much she desperately struggled it did what it was designed to do. And the dominatrix was being quite assertive. The struggling streamer’s clear lack of consent did not seem to have any effect on her audience. Again and again, she tried and failed to get out of the dominatrix's iron grip. 

Meanwhile, the rubber-nurse repeatedly slammed her hard from behind, driving the thick shaft all the way in and up her captive’s rectal passage, so that their bodies were pressed tightly together. From time to time she pulled a rubber sheet over her victim’s hooded face nose and exposed, fully stretched and gagged mouth, cutting off Rainbow’s air supply. The prisoner was screaming and crying, wiggling her backside desperately to get her ass away from the impalement. She tried to pull her head away so that the rubber was not suffocating her. Of course, she failed on both accounts. The nurse generously would let her have a gasp of air, then pull the sheet back in place., her strong hips settling into a merciless, rhythmic pounding of Rainbow’s anus that soon began to drive the streamer into enforced submission and sub-space. The strap-on thrust in, then out, then deeply in again without hesitation, mercy, compassion, or remorse. Rainbow’s hair functioned as a short leash.

At some point, the fucking ceased, leaving the phallus ever so deeply embedded in Rainbow’s rectum. Then rubber Nurse whispered in her captive’s ear, 
“Welcome to your new life, my little Rainbow slut.” And Rainbow was treated to a detailed summary of what her days would be. She was never going to get out of the jacket on her own, because her loyal fans would never vote her free. They enjoyed watching the torment of her luscious body, her muffled indignant screams. She was far too entertaining bound like this. And coincidentally, now that it was under ‘new management’, the channel was transitioned to ‘adult status’ and the subscription fee set far higher and for private viewing only. ‘DomNurse69’ was now receiving lots of creative comments on what else her audience wanted to see, comments the recipient of her attention would not like one single bit, had she known about them. She would retain her famous ‘Rainbow styling,’ but that would include a red discipline hood on Mondays, an orange discipline hood on Tuesdays, and so on—yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. Although Rainbow found she wasn’t quite as appreciative as she might once have been, no one ever heard any intelligible objection.