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Tigress spent the next few minutes violently pulling and yanking her crossed wrists. She knew that many of the guards were still watching her and could therefore trap her if she escaped, but she didn't care. Like a cornered and caged animal, all she could think about right now was getting out of her bonds.
One of the many results of her ankles being bound, was that it made it even harder for her to get into a more favorable position to pull as hard as possible. She dug her knees into the ground to try and keep herself steady, but more often than not, every time she gave a continuous, hard pull on the rope "leash", the momentum yanked her off her knees and onto her stomach, her nose slammed into the ground and a harsh grunt escaping her gag. Many times when this happened, it was met with the laughter of whatever guards were passing by. She lifted her head up from the dirt to see looking down at her and smirking, no doubt enjoying her humiliation as she wriggled her way back onto her knees.
She gave her arms one long, hard, continuous tug against the ropes binding her wrists, pulling harder and harder to try and break them out. She reeled her head back and sharply inhaled through her nose, continuing to try and force the ropes apart. Her stripped shoulders bulged out and her nose flared, the tied up warrior letting out a long moan of exertion through the thick red fabric. But bamboo rope was immensely tough and durable. Even her strength wouldn't get it to snap, at least not like this. Eventually, Tigress finally gave in; her arms went slack and she hunched herself over.
Tigress took this time to settle back down. There was no sense in wasting her energy now, when many eyes were on her. She breathed in and out slowly and sank her teeth deeply into the red cloth cruelly wedged between them. She tried to get any air into her mouth rather than her nose, but the material was so thick and so tightly packed inside that all air was blocked off. She only ended up with little red bits of fabric at the back of her throat, which caused her to wretch. It truly did feel like she was suffocating from the gag.
Tigress just kept mostly still on her knees for the next little while. All she was doing right now was drawing more attention to herself, which would render any attempts to escape pointless if she did manage to get untied. These thugs wanted a show, wanted to revel in their victory over her, and she wasn't helping herself by giving it to them. Besides, it had become clear that she was not going to get out of this by just recklessly and aimlessly pulling on the bonds.
The courtyard where the Snake's Head kept prisoners was situated not only in the middle of one of the gang's storage areas, but some of their living quarters as well. Goons were frequently passing by the bound and gagged tigress. So she got to hear some of their sadistic thoughts about her and her current state. One put his hands on his knees and called out, "Here, kitty, kitty," knowing full well that her bondage made that impossible. Another poked her with the butt of a spear he was carrying, causing her to roar out at him. "Ughmnph!"
However, every once in a while, one of the goons that Tigress had taken down in combat would pass through. And most of them looked like they had no desire to egg her on any further. One guard, a large, burly ape, walked by her particularly slowly, never taking her eyes off of her. She could see that he now sported two swollen bruises on his eyes and was walking with a limp, all courtesy of her. He had a look of apprehension and even slight fear as he stared at her. Tigress made a burst of sound through the gag and jerked herself forward in a fake-out. She got immense satisfaction out of seeing him jump up. Despite the fact that she was gagged and tied down, this massive creature was still in fear of the mighty warrior. Good riddance, she thought.
After an hour had passed since her capture, the hype amongst the gang had seemed to largely die down. Her radiant eyes now glowed in the night, enhanced by the cloth partially covering her face. She had mostly grown numb to the pain of the ropes at this point, but every once in a while it would shoot back up and cause her to wince. But it was nothing compared to how sore and dry her mouth felt. The rag had dried up almost all of the moisture in her mouth. She had been unable to fully swallow, her throat forced open. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this thirsty either.
She would still get the occasional unfriendly visitor or passerby, but she was no longer the center of attention. The sun had officially set over the fortress, and most of the Snake's Head crew were finishing up their tasks for the day and getting ready for sleep. Only a few guards now patrolled the walls of her prison, not paying that much attention to their feline captive, though watching just closely enough where she would need to work carefully. Now was the time for Tigress to really get to work at her bindings. She had come up with a plan to escape once she was untied: use her claws to pick at the lock to the iron door trapping her in this corridor of the fortress. She had examined the door and its lock for the past hour, and was certain that she could do it with a little time … and a little luck.
But that would first require getting these ropes off of her.
Thankfully, Tigress was able to see in the dark. She looked over her shoulder and examined the ropes around her arms. They had certainly been wrapped and tightened as effectively as it felt they had been. As she could tell when they were first applied, each layer of rope crisscrossed over the previous one, and alternated between wrapping her hands up horizontally and vertically. She could also get visual confirmation of just how tight they were. They truly did dig into her skin, not enough to cut through it but certainly enough to be painful. These Snake's Head goons were clearly experienced in tying up captives like this, for the ropework was expert-level.
The ropes around her ankles, while not needing to be as complex as those on her wrists, were similarly very tight and expertly tied. Some loops had crossed over earlier ones to act as reinforcement, creating multiple layers that locked her legs together in an iron-like grip. She could see the many creases that they had created in her pants.
Tigress began to struggle again, this time trying to take a slower, smarter approach. She kept her eyes on her bonds as she slowly tugged one arm against the ropes. She carefully looked at how the bindings reacted, and was disheartened to find that the answer was: not at all. If anything, it looked like the action caused them to tighten slightly. Tigress narrowed her eyes as she did the same with her other arm, only to have the same results. She tried both arms at the same time, not going full force like before, but instead studiously trying different combinations with them. She tugged one arm upwards while the other pulled downwards, then switched positions, then both in the same direction. She didn't expect the ropes to loosen just like that, obviously, but she figured that she may be able to detect some form of weakness in them, some way in which a little slack could be found.
Tigress twisted, flexed, and jerked her wrists around in an equally methodical manner. She ignored the biting sting and shifted them about, her claws involuntarily coming unsheathed as she kept working. Said claws tried to feel around for any knots or weaknesses in the ropework to exploit, but in the position her hands were tied in, she wouldn't be able to make any use of such an opening.
The rope leashing her hands to the ring in the floor also showed no signs of loosening or snapping. She pulled her arms upward carefully so as to not fall on her face again. She couldn't even reach the knot because of the covering over the ring. Tigress tried her best to get up onto her bound feet, maybe having the rope snap at the weight of her. But it instead seemed insistent on making sure that she was stuck, at the very best, in a very low crouching position. Every attempt to stand up was met with the feline being pulled back down, sometimes onto her back or stomach.
She spread her knees out as far as the leg bindings would allow, and tried to shift her ankles out from there. Her toes splayed about as her feet wriggled and squirmed and pulled. She stretched her thighs up as she kept shifting and wrenching her silk-clad legs. She got into a sitting position and tried to get her legs loose from there, getting a better look at how the ropes responded to her movements. The captive Tigress could feel her heart slowly sink as these ropes continued to prove just as secure and resilient as the rest of her binds. Nothing that she did seemed to improve her chances of freedom even slightly.
If she were honest with herself, however, if she had to choose the worst part of her bondage, it would probably be the gag. It made her feel the constant sensation of choking, had completely drained all the moisture out of her mouth, caused her jaws to ache from being forced open for so long, and painfully dug into her face. And of course, it kept her from speaking or shouting. During her efforts to loosen the ropes, Tigress would often try to get the retched piece of fabric out of her dried up mouth. She tossed, twisted, and shook her head around to try and dislodge it by force. It of course did no good every time, for the cloth had been tied far too tightly. She also squirmed and shifted her lips around the gag. She tucked them in as far as she good, trying to get them behind the cloth so she could use them to push it away from her mouth. But the gag was tied in such a position where she could barely move her lips around at all. Tigress tried to use her tongue but it was pinned underneath the gag. She tried to use her broad shoulders to push it around, but it remained firmly in place, almost as if it were glued to her furry cheeks. She rubbed her shoulders fiercely against the fabric, but all that did was cause the fabric to, in turn, rub up against the corners of her mouth even more. Nothing was working.
Tigress often let out exasperated sighs and furious grunts as the cloth stubbornly stayed firmly lodged in her mouth and fiercely tugged it back. It was now deeply embedded into the corners of her mouth and showed no signs of lessening. At one point, the poor tigress just couldn't help but let out a loud (for her gagged state) roar. It was becoming maddening for her. She wanted this horrid rag out, she wanted the strain off of her mouth and lips, wanted to end the choking sensation caused by the thick, suffocating material. It was by far the most uncomfortable and demeaning part of her whole bondage. None of the guards seemed to even hear her garbled roar, though, a signifier of just how effective and thick this demeaning gag really was.
Throughout all this time, Tigress had to regularly check around her if any guard was watching her. On the occasion that someone was, she had to settle down and let their lingering on her come to pass. She would need to be especially careful if - When! - she did get loose, to make sure that no one saw her without her ropes or cloth in place.
Eventually, Tigress just had to rest. She had been struggling in every way that she could think of for what felt like hours, and while she was physically capable of putting up with far more, her mind and spirit were beginning to waver.
She began to reflect on all of this. Tigress had been captured and bound a few times before in her life. Being a kung fu master venturing off to often-dangerous places tended to land her in hot water, the most recent instance being her mission to Gongmen City. But this instance in particular was quite possibly the most disheartening, for a few reasons. One was that she had made a careless mistake. She didn't know when she had been spotted, but she was spotted nonetheless, despite her best efforts. Another reason was that these thugs seemed particularly fond of kicking her while she was down and rubbing salt in the proverbial wound, through insults and the very placement of her amidst the gang's activities, displaying her as some sort of trophy and allowing every passerby to witness her embarrassment. Additionally, the situation just seemed much more dire than most of her other captures. The bonds were showing no weaknesses, she had very limited time to put any escape into action, and because it was a several-day trip between here and the Jade Palace, everyone back home would have no reason to suspect that something went wrong until nearly a full week. At that point, who knows what the Snake's Head would have in store for her?
But above all else, this situation had many parallels to the only other time in the young tiger's life that she could remember feeling this vulnerable and helpless. And that was the very first time that she had ever gotten kidnapped. It was a little over ten years ago, when she was a teenager still trying to find her way under Shifu's training. She had been young, reckless, foolish, and desperate to prove herself, and it had almost cost her dearly.
10 YEARS AGO
"Nnrrgh! Let go of me! Get off me!!" Tigress screamed out.
The teenage feline was currently being held down on her stomach by three large oxen, with seven others surrounding her. She squirmed, kicked, and twisted around, but the trio's hold kept firm.
It was currently dawn. Tigress had been making her way towards the training hall, when she suddenly got word of an attack by local pillagers in the center of the valley. The student made her way to alert Master Shifu and Master Oogway, but then paused. Yesterday, she had gotten a stern talking to by Shifu for having failed to master one of his training courses. It was the latest example of how she felt that she was disappointmenting her master. Now, however, she would have the chance to redeem herself. She'd prove her worth to Shifu by not only taking down what she was sure was a simple group of bandits, but protecting the citizens of the valley in the process.
Unfortunately, said bandits turned out to not be so simple. They were actually mighty warriors, not masters by any means, but more than capable of holding their own against a student of kung fu. Combine that with Tigress's inexperience and her trying to conform to Shifu's methods, and she found herself in over her head. She fought well all things considered, but she was eventually subdued by the crooks.
"Hehe, nice try, girlie, but we ain't about to be taken down by a little pussycat like you," one of the oxen holding her said. "Just hold still, we got just the thing for you." The young Tigress then felt her arms forced behind her back and her wrists crossed. She tried to wrench them back out but it was no use.
Tigress looked behind her, and she gasped when she saw an ox approach her with thick ropes and a red cloth in his hands. "N-no! Get away!" the feline thrashed about even more frantically, desperate to escape. Her gut told her to call out for help, but she also didn't know if she could face the shame of being seen like this. She ultimately decided it was worth it, but her hesitation cost her. Just as she opened up her mouth, the red cloth was jammed inside of it and tied around the back of her head in a tight and uncomfortable knot. "Nnngh!! Gnndrrrrrrphmmmnn!! MMMMRRR!!! HRRMMMP!!!" The newly-gagged tigress tried to scream out, but the cloth muted her cries into pathetic whimpers.
She wrenched her arms in the oxen's hold to try and rip out the cloth, but they wouldn't let go. She shuddered as she felt the ropes snake and loop around her crossed wrists, tying them together simply yet effectively and tightly. More ropes were then tied around her torso and tied off tightly, pinning her arms firmly to her sides. Her legs were then tied up at the ankles and thighs in two relentless coils of rope. The oxen then finally let up off of the poor tiger girl, but it didn't make much difference now that she was thoroughly bound and gagged.
"Mmmmmph! NNMMMPH!!!" Tigress cried out as she flopped around like a fish in the ropes, her extensive bondage keeping her nice and helpless. She squirmed and tugged her arms and legs without rhyme or reason, beginning to panic at this new, unfamiliar, and horrid sensation of being truly physically helpless. She took rapid breaths through her nose and shook her head around in a failed attempt to rid herself of the gag.
None of it did any good. Tigress was stuck, unable to do anything to defend herself. Never had she felt anything like this before. She couldn't punch, could barely kick, couldn't get into a fighting stance, or even speak. Plus, the ropes were tied tightly enough to hurt her in the many areas they were applied. As much as she tried to deny it, the tiger teenager was truly and utterly scared.
Tigress snarled harshly into her gag as she was lifted up by an ox, and the gang moved out with the bound and gagged student in their grasp. She tried anything she could to escape, kicking out at anything that her bound legs could reach. But the oxen just kept walking as if the smaller girl was a mere toddler throwing a tantrum.
Eventually, the crew made their way to five large metal carts, two for each oxen to pull. The bound tigress was carelessly thrown into one of the carts. She landed on her side with a thud, a loud grunt escaping her cloth gag.
"Sorry kid, nothing personal. But that's what happens when you try and mess with us," one of the oxen said as Tigress kept squirming. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride," the ox laughed as he shut the door to the cart and moved to the front.
Tigress couldn't help but shriek out into the thick cloth as she felt her cart start moving. "NNNRRRMM!! HMMMPH!! PRRRMMM, NNRYNMMM, HMMMPH!!!" The panicking girl pleaded through the gag for anyone to help her. She was jostled and shifted around her cart as the oxen steering it made no effort to make the journey comfortable for her. Although the painfully tight ropes and cleaving rag made such comfort impossible regardless.
Tigress kept struggling as hard as she could to get herself free of her bonds. She let out cries of frustration and fear as they didn't seem to budge. The young warrior-in-training lay on her back and rolled around as she kept pulling, but she remained trapped in the ropes' hold. She repeatedly kicked her bound feet against the metal walls of the cart, but they didn't break. The feisty girl kept kicking though, if only to express her displeasure to her kidnappers.
At this point, she was less worried about the shame she would feel when facing her master about this, and more worried about whether she would even see her master again at all. The teenager had never been more terrified in her entire life, and fought hard to stop her eyes from watering.
Master … I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I was a fool. Please forgive me. Please help …
PRESENT DAY
Shifu and Oogway had managed to come to Tigress's rescue a few hours afterward, when she was being held at the oxen's base camp. But Shifu made it clear that he had never been more disappointed in her. It left a sting that lingered far longer than the sting of the ropes.
These memories of her shameful defeat sent Tigress into another brief bout of rage. She returned to her more aggressive and reckless method of struggling. She yelled out through the gag and thrashed around like a wild creature, unwilling to accept that she was now in the same helpless position ten years later. The reminiscing of that horrible morning, and connecting it to where she was right now, brought back to the surface the thought that had been eating away at her mind for quite a while now: That after all these years, she was still a failure.
In reality, while Tigress absolutely wanted to see the Snake's Head fall and save all of the people who had suffered in their wake, there was another reason that she had been insistent in undertaking this mission. Ever since the events that crowned Po as the Dragon Warrior and ended the threat of Tai Lung once and for all, Tigress had been gradually beginning to feel like she had little worth as a student and a master.
This need to prove herself was nothing new. Years before Po ever entered her life, Tigress had a strong desire to satisfy Shifu, which of course led to that first kidnapping. The master had taken her from the dreary Bao Gu Orphanage and given her a chance to make something more out of herself. But she was forced to learn that he was unwilling, or unable, to be the father figure that she had wanted as a young cub. And yet she still wanted to please him, to make him proud of her. She wanted to show that she was better than anyone had ever given her credit for as a cub. It wasn't her sole motivation; she deeply loved kung fu, and was going to give it her all regardless. But that yearning had never truly left the back of her mind even as she reached adulthood.
The past many moons had made Tigress feel like she had been stuck in one place (how fitting, considering that this was now literally her circumstance). While she had needed to spend most of her life to become one of China's greatest, most renowned warriors, Po had excelled and evolved beyond anything she ever had in less than a year's worth of time. He had gained the respect of Shifu, conquered Tai Lung singlehandedly, could fight effectively alongside the Five, and had learned to find his inner peace and use that to perform physical feats that she couldn't have imagined ever seeing. Meanwhile, she still felt the same pain, confliction, and sense of inferiority that had always haunted her ever since her time in that orphanage.
It was largely for this reason that the mighty tigress was in such a rage over her current situation. In her entire adult life, this was handily the most humiliating situation she had ever found herself in. Despite all of her attempts to be better, she still found herself on her knees, bound and gagged, held prisoner. And she was at this fortress in the first place because she wanted to prove herself. It was no different than when she was a foolish teenager! She had made one careless oversight, and now here she was. How could she call herself a success? How could she feel any fulfillment after this latest in a long string of failures?
The young female simply lowered her head, letting out a stifled sigh. She gnawed down on the gag, squeezing her eyes shut in shame. She didn't know what she was going to do now. There didn't seem to be anything she could do.
Right now, Tigress had never felt more like that helpless girl tied up in the back of cart.
The Kung Fu Panda franchise, the image used, and the characters of Tigress, Po, Shifu, and the Furious Five, all belong to DreamWorks.
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Originally uploaded on December 28, 2018.
Gag speech translated:
"Ughmnph!" – (Just an annoyed grunt)
"Nnngh!! Gnndrrrrrrphmmmnn!! MMMMRRR!!! HRRMMMP!!!" – “No!! Get this off of me!! MASTER!!! HELP!!!”
"Mmmmmph! NNMMMPH!!!" – “(Grunting)! NOOO!!!”
"NNNRRRMM!! HMMMPH!! PRRRMMM, NNRYNMMM, HMMMPH!!!" – “NOO!! HELP!! PLEASE, ANYONE, HELP!!!!”
One of the many results of her ankles being bound, was that it made it even harder for her to get into a more favorable position to pull as hard as possible. She dug her knees into the ground to try and keep herself steady, but more often than not, every time she gave a continuous, hard pull on the rope "leash", the momentum yanked her off her knees and onto her stomach, her nose slammed into the ground and a harsh grunt escaping her gag. Many times when this happened, it was met with the laughter of whatever guards were passing by. She lifted her head up from the dirt to see looking down at her and smirking, no doubt enjoying her humiliation as she wriggled her way back onto her knees.
She gave her arms one long, hard, continuous tug against the ropes binding her wrists, pulling harder and harder to try and break them out. She reeled her head back and sharply inhaled through her nose, continuing to try and force the ropes apart. Her stripped shoulders bulged out and her nose flared, the tied up warrior letting out a long moan of exertion through the thick red fabric. But bamboo rope was immensely tough and durable. Even her strength wouldn't get it to snap, at least not like this. Eventually, Tigress finally gave in; her arms went slack and she hunched herself over.
Tigress took this time to settle back down. There was no sense in wasting her energy now, when many eyes were on her. She breathed in and out slowly and sank her teeth deeply into the red cloth cruelly wedged between them. She tried to get any air into her mouth rather than her nose, but the material was so thick and so tightly packed inside that all air was blocked off. She only ended up with little red bits of fabric at the back of her throat, which caused her to wretch. It truly did feel like she was suffocating from the gag.
Tigress just kept mostly still on her knees for the next little while. All she was doing right now was drawing more attention to herself, which would render any attempts to escape pointless if she did manage to get untied. These thugs wanted a show, wanted to revel in their victory over her, and she wasn't helping herself by giving it to them. Besides, it had become clear that she was not going to get out of this by just recklessly and aimlessly pulling on the bonds.
The courtyard where the Snake's Head kept prisoners was situated not only in the middle of one of the gang's storage areas, but some of their living quarters as well. Goons were frequently passing by the bound and gagged tigress. So she got to hear some of their sadistic thoughts about her and her current state. One put his hands on his knees and called out, "Here, kitty, kitty," knowing full well that her bondage made that impossible. Another poked her with the butt of a spear he was carrying, causing her to roar out at him. "Ughmnph!"
However, every once in a while, one of the goons that Tigress had taken down in combat would pass through. And most of them looked like they had no desire to egg her on any further. One guard, a large, burly ape, walked by her particularly slowly, never taking her eyes off of her. She could see that he now sported two swollen bruises on his eyes and was walking with a limp, all courtesy of her. He had a look of apprehension and even slight fear as he stared at her. Tigress made a burst of sound through the gag and jerked herself forward in a fake-out. She got immense satisfaction out of seeing him jump up. Despite the fact that she was gagged and tied down, this massive creature was still in fear of the mighty warrior. Good riddance, she thought.
After an hour had passed since her capture, the hype amongst the gang had seemed to largely die down. Her radiant eyes now glowed in the night, enhanced by the cloth partially covering her face. She had mostly grown numb to the pain of the ropes at this point, but every once in a while it would shoot back up and cause her to wince. But it was nothing compared to how sore and dry her mouth felt. The rag had dried up almost all of the moisture in her mouth. She had been unable to fully swallow, her throat forced open. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this thirsty either.
She would still get the occasional unfriendly visitor or passerby, but she was no longer the center of attention. The sun had officially set over the fortress, and most of the Snake's Head crew were finishing up their tasks for the day and getting ready for sleep. Only a few guards now patrolled the walls of her prison, not paying that much attention to their feline captive, though watching just closely enough where she would need to work carefully. Now was the time for Tigress to really get to work at her bindings. She had come up with a plan to escape once she was untied: use her claws to pick at the lock to the iron door trapping her in this corridor of the fortress. She had examined the door and its lock for the past hour, and was certain that she could do it with a little time … and a little luck.
But that would first require getting these ropes off of her.
Thankfully, Tigress was able to see in the dark. She looked over her shoulder and examined the ropes around her arms. They had certainly been wrapped and tightened as effectively as it felt they had been. As she could tell when they were first applied, each layer of rope crisscrossed over the previous one, and alternated between wrapping her hands up horizontally and vertically. She could also get visual confirmation of just how tight they were. They truly did dig into her skin, not enough to cut through it but certainly enough to be painful. These Snake's Head goons were clearly experienced in tying up captives like this, for the ropework was expert-level.
The ropes around her ankles, while not needing to be as complex as those on her wrists, were similarly very tight and expertly tied. Some loops had crossed over earlier ones to act as reinforcement, creating multiple layers that locked her legs together in an iron-like grip. She could see the many creases that they had created in her pants.
Tigress began to struggle again, this time trying to take a slower, smarter approach. She kept her eyes on her bonds as she slowly tugged one arm against the ropes. She carefully looked at how the bindings reacted, and was disheartened to find that the answer was: not at all. If anything, it looked like the action caused them to tighten slightly. Tigress narrowed her eyes as she did the same with her other arm, only to have the same results. She tried both arms at the same time, not going full force like before, but instead studiously trying different combinations with them. She tugged one arm upwards while the other pulled downwards, then switched positions, then both in the same direction. She didn't expect the ropes to loosen just like that, obviously, but she figured that she may be able to detect some form of weakness in them, some way in which a little slack could be found.
Tigress twisted, flexed, and jerked her wrists around in an equally methodical manner. She ignored the biting sting and shifted them about, her claws involuntarily coming unsheathed as she kept working. Said claws tried to feel around for any knots or weaknesses in the ropework to exploit, but in the position her hands were tied in, she wouldn't be able to make any use of such an opening.
The rope leashing her hands to the ring in the floor also showed no signs of loosening or snapping. She pulled her arms upward carefully so as to not fall on her face again. She couldn't even reach the knot because of the covering over the ring. Tigress tried her best to get up onto her bound feet, maybe having the rope snap at the weight of her. But it instead seemed insistent on making sure that she was stuck, at the very best, in a very low crouching position. Every attempt to stand up was met with the feline being pulled back down, sometimes onto her back or stomach.
She spread her knees out as far as the leg bindings would allow, and tried to shift her ankles out from there. Her toes splayed about as her feet wriggled and squirmed and pulled. She stretched her thighs up as she kept shifting and wrenching her silk-clad legs. She got into a sitting position and tried to get her legs loose from there, getting a better look at how the ropes responded to her movements. The captive Tigress could feel her heart slowly sink as these ropes continued to prove just as secure and resilient as the rest of her binds. Nothing that she did seemed to improve her chances of freedom even slightly.
If she were honest with herself, however, if she had to choose the worst part of her bondage, it would probably be the gag. It made her feel the constant sensation of choking, had completely drained all the moisture out of her mouth, caused her jaws to ache from being forced open for so long, and painfully dug into her face. And of course, it kept her from speaking or shouting. During her efforts to loosen the ropes, Tigress would often try to get the retched piece of fabric out of her dried up mouth. She tossed, twisted, and shook her head around to try and dislodge it by force. It of course did no good every time, for the cloth had been tied far too tightly. She also squirmed and shifted her lips around the gag. She tucked them in as far as she good, trying to get them behind the cloth so she could use them to push it away from her mouth. But the gag was tied in such a position where she could barely move her lips around at all. Tigress tried to use her tongue but it was pinned underneath the gag. She tried to use her broad shoulders to push it around, but it remained firmly in place, almost as if it were glued to her furry cheeks. She rubbed her shoulders fiercely against the fabric, but all that did was cause the fabric to, in turn, rub up against the corners of her mouth even more. Nothing was working.
Tigress often let out exasperated sighs and furious grunts as the cloth stubbornly stayed firmly lodged in her mouth and fiercely tugged it back. It was now deeply embedded into the corners of her mouth and showed no signs of lessening. At one point, the poor tigress just couldn't help but let out a loud (for her gagged state) roar. It was becoming maddening for her. She wanted this horrid rag out, she wanted the strain off of her mouth and lips, wanted to end the choking sensation caused by the thick, suffocating material. It was by far the most uncomfortable and demeaning part of her whole bondage. None of the guards seemed to even hear her garbled roar, though, a signifier of just how effective and thick this demeaning gag really was.
Throughout all this time, Tigress had to regularly check around her if any guard was watching her. On the occasion that someone was, she had to settle down and let their lingering on her come to pass. She would need to be especially careful if - When! - she did get loose, to make sure that no one saw her without her ropes or cloth in place.
Eventually, Tigress just had to rest. She had been struggling in every way that she could think of for what felt like hours, and while she was physically capable of putting up with far more, her mind and spirit were beginning to waver.
She began to reflect on all of this. Tigress had been captured and bound a few times before in her life. Being a kung fu master venturing off to often-dangerous places tended to land her in hot water, the most recent instance being her mission to Gongmen City. But this instance in particular was quite possibly the most disheartening, for a few reasons. One was that she had made a careless mistake. She didn't know when she had been spotted, but she was spotted nonetheless, despite her best efforts. Another reason was that these thugs seemed particularly fond of kicking her while she was down and rubbing salt in the proverbial wound, through insults and the very placement of her amidst the gang's activities, displaying her as some sort of trophy and allowing every passerby to witness her embarrassment. Additionally, the situation just seemed much more dire than most of her other captures. The bonds were showing no weaknesses, she had very limited time to put any escape into action, and because it was a several-day trip between here and the Jade Palace, everyone back home would have no reason to suspect that something went wrong until nearly a full week. At that point, who knows what the Snake's Head would have in store for her?
But above all else, this situation had many parallels to the only other time in the young tiger's life that she could remember feeling this vulnerable and helpless. And that was the very first time that she had ever gotten kidnapped. It was a little over ten years ago, when she was a teenager still trying to find her way under Shifu's training. She had been young, reckless, foolish, and desperate to prove herself, and it had almost cost her dearly.
10 YEARS AGO
"Nnrrgh! Let go of me! Get off me!!" Tigress screamed out.
The teenage feline was currently being held down on her stomach by three large oxen, with seven others surrounding her. She squirmed, kicked, and twisted around, but the trio's hold kept firm.
It was currently dawn. Tigress had been making her way towards the training hall, when she suddenly got word of an attack by local pillagers in the center of the valley. The student made her way to alert Master Shifu and Master Oogway, but then paused. Yesterday, she had gotten a stern talking to by Shifu for having failed to master one of his training courses. It was the latest example of how she felt that she was disappointmenting her master. Now, however, she would have the chance to redeem herself. She'd prove her worth to Shifu by not only taking down what she was sure was a simple group of bandits, but protecting the citizens of the valley in the process.
Unfortunately, said bandits turned out to not be so simple. They were actually mighty warriors, not masters by any means, but more than capable of holding their own against a student of kung fu. Combine that with Tigress's inexperience and her trying to conform to Shifu's methods, and she found herself in over her head. She fought well all things considered, but she was eventually subdued by the crooks.
"Hehe, nice try, girlie, but we ain't about to be taken down by a little pussycat like you," one of the oxen holding her said. "Just hold still, we got just the thing for you." The young Tigress then felt her arms forced behind her back and her wrists crossed. She tried to wrench them back out but it was no use.
Tigress looked behind her, and she gasped when she saw an ox approach her with thick ropes and a red cloth in his hands. "N-no! Get away!" the feline thrashed about even more frantically, desperate to escape. Her gut told her to call out for help, but she also didn't know if she could face the shame of being seen like this. She ultimately decided it was worth it, but her hesitation cost her. Just as she opened up her mouth, the red cloth was jammed inside of it and tied around the back of her head in a tight and uncomfortable knot. "Nnngh!! Gnndrrrrrrphmmmnn!! MMMMRRR!!! HRRMMMP!!!" The newly-gagged tigress tried to scream out, but the cloth muted her cries into pathetic whimpers.
She wrenched her arms in the oxen's hold to try and rip out the cloth, but they wouldn't let go. She shuddered as she felt the ropes snake and loop around her crossed wrists, tying them together simply yet effectively and tightly. More ropes were then tied around her torso and tied off tightly, pinning her arms firmly to her sides. Her legs were then tied up at the ankles and thighs in two relentless coils of rope. The oxen then finally let up off of the poor tiger girl, but it didn't make much difference now that she was thoroughly bound and gagged.
"Mmmmmph! NNMMMPH!!!" Tigress cried out as she flopped around like a fish in the ropes, her extensive bondage keeping her nice and helpless. She squirmed and tugged her arms and legs without rhyme or reason, beginning to panic at this new, unfamiliar, and horrid sensation of being truly physically helpless. She took rapid breaths through her nose and shook her head around in a failed attempt to rid herself of the gag.
None of it did any good. Tigress was stuck, unable to do anything to defend herself. Never had she felt anything like this before. She couldn't punch, could barely kick, couldn't get into a fighting stance, or even speak. Plus, the ropes were tied tightly enough to hurt her in the many areas they were applied. As much as she tried to deny it, the tiger teenager was truly and utterly scared.
Tigress snarled harshly into her gag as she was lifted up by an ox, and the gang moved out with the bound and gagged student in their grasp. She tried anything she could to escape, kicking out at anything that her bound legs could reach. But the oxen just kept walking as if the smaller girl was a mere toddler throwing a tantrum.
Eventually, the crew made their way to five large metal carts, two for each oxen to pull. The bound tigress was carelessly thrown into one of the carts. She landed on her side with a thud, a loud grunt escaping her cloth gag.
"Sorry kid, nothing personal. But that's what happens when you try and mess with us," one of the oxen said as Tigress kept squirming. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride," the ox laughed as he shut the door to the cart and moved to the front.
Tigress couldn't help but shriek out into the thick cloth as she felt her cart start moving. "NNNRRRMM!! HMMMPH!! PRRRMMM, NNRYNMMM, HMMMPH!!!" The panicking girl pleaded through the gag for anyone to help her. She was jostled and shifted around her cart as the oxen steering it made no effort to make the journey comfortable for her. Although the painfully tight ropes and cleaving rag made such comfort impossible regardless.
Tigress kept struggling as hard as she could to get herself free of her bonds. She let out cries of frustration and fear as they didn't seem to budge. The young warrior-in-training lay on her back and rolled around as she kept pulling, but she remained trapped in the ropes' hold. She repeatedly kicked her bound feet against the metal walls of the cart, but they didn't break. The feisty girl kept kicking though, if only to express her displeasure to her kidnappers.
At this point, she was less worried about the shame she would feel when facing her master about this, and more worried about whether she would even see her master again at all. The teenager had never been more terrified in her entire life, and fought hard to stop her eyes from watering.
Master … I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I was a fool. Please forgive me. Please help …
PRESENT DAY
Shifu and Oogway had managed to come to Tigress's rescue a few hours afterward, when she was being held at the oxen's base camp. But Shifu made it clear that he had never been more disappointed in her. It left a sting that lingered far longer than the sting of the ropes.
These memories of her shameful defeat sent Tigress into another brief bout of rage. She returned to her more aggressive and reckless method of struggling. She yelled out through the gag and thrashed around like a wild creature, unwilling to accept that she was now in the same helpless position ten years later. The reminiscing of that horrible morning, and connecting it to where she was right now, brought back to the surface the thought that had been eating away at her mind for quite a while now: That after all these years, she was still a failure.
In reality, while Tigress absolutely wanted to see the Snake's Head fall and save all of the people who had suffered in their wake, there was another reason that she had been insistent in undertaking this mission. Ever since the events that crowned Po as the Dragon Warrior and ended the threat of Tai Lung once and for all, Tigress had been gradually beginning to feel like she had little worth as a student and a master.
This need to prove herself was nothing new. Years before Po ever entered her life, Tigress had a strong desire to satisfy Shifu, which of course led to that first kidnapping. The master had taken her from the dreary Bao Gu Orphanage and given her a chance to make something more out of herself. But she was forced to learn that he was unwilling, or unable, to be the father figure that she had wanted as a young cub. And yet she still wanted to please him, to make him proud of her. She wanted to show that she was better than anyone had ever given her credit for as a cub. It wasn't her sole motivation; she deeply loved kung fu, and was going to give it her all regardless. But that yearning had never truly left the back of her mind even as she reached adulthood.
The past many moons had made Tigress feel like she had been stuck in one place (how fitting, considering that this was now literally her circumstance). While she had needed to spend most of her life to become one of China's greatest, most renowned warriors, Po had excelled and evolved beyond anything she ever had in less than a year's worth of time. He had gained the respect of Shifu, conquered Tai Lung singlehandedly, could fight effectively alongside the Five, and had learned to find his inner peace and use that to perform physical feats that she couldn't have imagined ever seeing. Meanwhile, she still felt the same pain, confliction, and sense of inferiority that had always haunted her ever since her time in that orphanage.
It was largely for this reason that the mighty tigress was in such a rage over her current situation. In her entire adult life, this was handily the most humiliating situation she had ever found herself in. Despite all of her attempts to be better, she still found herself on her knees, bound and gagged, held prisoner. And she was at this fortress in the first place because she wanted to prove herself. It was no different than when she was a foolish teenager! She had made one careless oversight, and now here she was. How could she call herself a success? How could she feel any fulfillment after this latest in a long string of failures?
The young female simply lowered her head, letting out a stifled sigh. She gnawed down on the gag, squeezing her eyes shut in shame. She didn't know what she was going to do now. There didn't seem to be anything she could do.
Right now, Tigress had never felt more like that helpless girl tied up in the back of cart.
The Kung Fu Panda franchise, the image used, and the characters of Tigress, Po, Shifu, and the Furious Five, all belong to DreamWorks.
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Originally uploaded on December 28, 2018.
Gag speech translated:
"Ughmnph!" – (Just an annoyed grunt)
"Nnngh!! Gnndrrrrrrphmmmnn!! MMMMRRR!!! HRRMMMP!!!" – “No!! Get this off of me!! MASTER!!! HELP!!!”
"Mmmmmph! NNMMMPH!!!" – “(Grunting)! NOOO!!!”
"NNNRRRMM!! HMMMPH!! PRRRMMM, NNRYNMMM, HMMMPH!!!" – “NOO!! HELP!! PLEASE, ANYONE, HELP!!!!”
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