Strict Hogtied

The trunk finally pops open and it takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light. She has no idea how long she's been in there, but she knows she's hundreds of miles from the strip club where she got tied up and put in there. She is pulled out of the trunk and a rope is tied around her neck. She is led into a dimly lit warehouse, and her neck rope is tied off to the ceiling. She tries to call out and make her presence know to any would be passers by, but the ball gag in her mouth is huge and painful, and she can barely form a sound around it. Her captor returns with more rope. He pulls her elbows together and binds her helpless body tightly. He wraps a rope around her waist and she screams and kicks as he pulls it up through her crotch and snugs it securely. He sits her on a chair and binds her shiny legs together tightly. He transitions her to the ground and pulls her back into a deep arched hogtie, tying a rope from her head harness back to her feet. She fights hard and tries to roll around, but she knows deep down there's no use. There is no escaping this predicament. Why didn't she listen to her friend? She knew never to walk to her car alone, but she didn't want to wait around for the bouncer to finish cleaning the bar.. Sometimes patience is a virtue.

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