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For a seeming eternity longer, the method of doing so eluded TK...all her most furious, stubborn struggles availing her nothing. Her mind turned the problem over and over, trying again and again to put her past experience at escapes to use in this situation...and coming up empty. No matter how she twisted or squirmed, that straitjacket hugged her like some grim lover's arms...holding her fast and crushing her hopes for release. It was maddening; the thing didn't even have a leg-strap...but she just couldn't get it to slip upward, no matter how hard she tried. It fit too snugly, seeming almost custom-designed for her and her alone. A chillingly likely possibility, given the nature of her captor...

Finally, TK threw herself back against the wall again in frustration, a muffled grunt of aggravation puffing out past the muzzle. She stared at the thick, sturdy stocks and snarled, as if trying to frighten them away...all her rage and irritation at the fruitlessness of her efforts boiling up out of her heart in a super-heated rush. TK growled again and kicked out with her legs, thrusting at the thing as if she could just push it over. Of course, all her past attempts to do just that had failed - as did this petulant, tantrum-esque exertion. The stocks held firm, but...

They also let out a crackling squeak. A faint sound, but quite perceptible to the captive tigress' black-furred ears, even over the pounding of her own heart and the wheezing of her breath. TK's brow quirked in an expression of something other than fury or strain for the first time in literally hours: Curiosity, dawning surprise...and the first faint flickers of hope...

Kicking out again, harder, TK heard a repeat of the sound...and felt a little shifting of the stolid stocks which brought a sudden surge of real hope to her beleaguered heart. She shuffled around a bit on her backside, leaning back and working to plant her shoulders against the wall as firmly as possible. And then, pressing off against the wall and floor as hard as she could, TK began to strain up and outward with her legs, giving a sharp buck or double-legged kick every now and then, trying with all her might to snap the upper brace of the stocks from its brackets.

TK had detected a slight weakness in the top "bar" of the stocks; it seemed that all her kicking and thrashing earlier might just have weakened it from its formerly rock-solid anchoring between the metal end-brackets that held the thing in place - and her ankles trapped between it and its lower counterpart. The wood creaked and crackled a bit again...and then fell silent. But the steadfast young heroine just poured on the strength, straining ever-harder, the cords in her neck soon standing out and her body shaking with the strain of her exertions. A tight, cracking groan fought its way out between the cage of her hard-clenched teeth and past the stifling leather around and over her mouth, rising in pitch an intensity in one long exhalation, until TK saw lights bursting behind her crushed-shut eyelids. At which point she fell slack again, took a few deep breaths...and began again...

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On to Making a Break...

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For a seeming eternity longer, the method of doing so eluded TK...all her most furious, stubborn struggles availing her nothing. Her mind turned the problem over and over, trying again and again to put her past experience at escapes to use in this situation...and coming up empty. No matter how she twisted or squirmed, that straitjacket hugged her like some grim lover's arms...holding her fast and crushing her hopes for release. It was maddening; the thing didn't even have a leg-strap...but she just couldn't get it to slip upward, no matter how hard she tried. It fit too snugly, seeming almost custom-designed for her and her alone. A chillingly likely possibility, given the nature of her captor...

Finally, TK threw herself back against the wall again in frustration, a muffled grunt of aggravation puffing out past the muzzle. She stared at the thick, sturdy stocks and snarled, as if trying to frighten them away...all her rage and irritation at the fruitlessness of her efforts boiling up out of her heart in a super-heated rush. TK growled again and kicked out with her legs, thrusting at the thing as if she could just push it over. Of course, all her past attempts to do just that had failed - as did this petulant, tantrum-esque exertion. The stocks held firm, but...

They also let out a crackling squeak. A faint sound, but quite perceptible to the captive tigress' black-furred ears, even over the pounding of her own heart and the wheezing of her breath. TK's brow quirked in an expression of something other than fury or strain for the first time in literally hours: Curiosity, dawning surprise...and the first faint flickers of hope...

Kicking out again, harder, TK heard a repeat of the sound...and felt a little shifting of the stolid stocks which brought a sudden surge of real hope to her beleaguered heart. She shuffled around a bit on her backside, leaning back and working to plant her shoulders against the wall as firmly as possible. And then, pressing off against the wall and floor as hard as she could, TK began to strain up and outward with her legs, giving a sharp buck or double-legged kick every now and then, trying with all her might to snap the upper brace of the stocks from its brackets.

TK had detected a slight weakness in the top "bar" of the stocks; it seemed that all her kicking and thrashing earlier might just have weakened it from its formerly rock-solid anchoring between the metal end-brackets that held the thing in place - and her ankles trapped between it and its lower counterpart. The wood creaked and crackled a bit again...and then fell silent. But the steadfast young heroine just poured on the strength, straining ever-harder, the cords in her neck soon standing out and her body shaking with the strain of her exertions. A tight, cracking groan fought its way out between the cage of her hard-clenched teeth and past the stifling leather around and over her mouth, rising in pitch an intensity in one long exhalation, until TK saw lights bursting behind her crushed-shut eyelids. At which point she fell slack again, took a few deep breaths...and began again...

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On to Making a Break...