I find myself in an unfamiliar living room bound and gagged on the couch. A white ballgag fills my mouth, parting my red lips and muffling my whines. I shimmy and squirm on the brown leather, testing my bonds and whimpering. Sitting back, I lift my legs into the air, shifting and bending in an attempt to loosen my restraints. However, the bindings are unforgiving. Having no luck with the ropes binding my ankles and knees, I return upright, pulling and tugging at the lengths encircling my arms and stomach. I claw at the coils, but all of my fussing is futile. Flopping back onto the couch I ...

I find myself in an unfamiliar living room bound and gagged on the couch. A white ballgag fills my mouth, parting my red lips and muffling my whines. I shimmy and squirm on the brown leather, testing my bonds and whimpering. Sitting back, I lift my legs into the air, shifting and bending in an attempt to loosen my restraints. However, the bindings are unforgiving. Having no luck with the ropes binding my ankles and knees, I return upright, pulling and tugging at the lengths encircling my arms and stomach. I claw at the coils, but all of my fussing is futile. Flopping back onto the couch I writhe and chirp. I occasionally modify my positioning, hoping something will give. I manage to stand up and maintain my balance as I bend and twist and hop...at least for a few seconds before falling back onto the sofa. It is at this moment that my captor, JB Roper, returns.

"Thought you could just dance your way on out of here? Well that ain't happening." he mocks.

JB easily manuvers me onto my belly, head nearly hanging off the edge, and quickly secures a rope from my wrists to my ankles, pulling me into a hogtie. I cry through my gag and grunt loudly, but Mr. Roper could care less about my protestations.

"At least those elbows are nice and tight. You're going nowhere." JB casually comments during a final check of the knots and wraps.

I probe my bonds and find my movement further restricted. Kicking my feet and jerking on the hogtie rope only digs the waist rope into my stomach. I lift my ass into the air and roll over onto my side, accomplishing nothing. I whimper and moan into my gag, helpless.

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