## Getting the right result

Post by putasockinit2 » Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:41 am

As Amber partied with her various friends and acquaintances, at a neighbour’s party, someone had a different plan for her. The party was being staged as a warm up to the volleyball championships of which Amber was a crucial member of her team. The team had made its way through to the final stage of the competition and as the blonde haired girl placed her glass on the table and glanced at her watch she was soon heading out of the door in preparation for a good night’s rest.
She staggered out the door a little tipsy from the alcohol she had consumed and half way through her walk, took a break along the lane where she lived. As she stretched her glamorous body and sat on a short wall, she pulled her skirt down a little that was previously rising up her toned thighs and exposing a little of her pert butt. Nevertheless she continued all the way to her front door where after fumbling around the lock with her keys, she eventually let herself in at 2 am. Her thigh high, black leather boots were soon unzipped and slid off before she walked upstairs in her bare feet and short leopard print dress all the way to her bedroom.
Amber lived alone with her mother and so didn’t think anything was out fo the ordinary when she saw the light to her room was off at that time. As she slipped off her dress and placed her phone and keys at the far side of her room, she suddenly saw the lights flicker before they eventually went out.
“Ugh a powercut, now of all times” Amber whispered a little frustrated as the house was dark and she couldn’t see where she had put her phone down. With no torch available she must have been a little more alarmed when she felt something behind her and something prick her neck. However after rubbing it, she soon figured she must have just been bit by an insect or something.
As she staggered around in her dark room, suddenly she felt drowsy. Every little task she tried to complete before bed was becoming harder and time felt increasingly slower and slower. She tried to glance up at the clock and watched as the seconds hand lost pace.
“tick..tock..tick…tock…tick…..tock…..tiiiiiick….” was the last sounds she heard as she soon felt herself collapse to the floor and pass out.
A headache woke her from her slumber slowly as she looked around and wondered why she was stood up. As she looked down she was alarmed to find herself strapped to a T bar that was bolted into the ground. Her wrists were secured together with rope and fastened to the far end of the T bar thoroughly. Another coiled rope was secured around her waist to the middle of the shape whilst her upper and lower thighs were tied together with rope. Her ankles were also tied together tightly. Alarmed at just how helpless she was, she soon realised the position she was in. The T bar put her in such a position that she was slightly bent over, exposing her tanned ass to anyone that looked behind.
With every struggle she made she couldn’t help but twirk slightly at the same time, although she wasn’t sure if she was providing this kind of entertainment for anyone at this present time as she couldn’t see behind her.
As she tried to plea for help she found her ability to speak clearly blocked by a bandana tied around her mouth tightly. She had seen this type of gag on the movies before and knew it was a cleave gag. As she stood in her awkward, exposed position she struggled trying to free herself from the object she was tied to. She looked around the room and could only make out certain features in the dimly lit room.
Who had done this to her one day before that final she wanted to play in? and why?
'Too many friends and not enough true friends'
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