Dave struggled hopelessly.
He couldn’t see anything. His eyes were covered by a thick silken cloth that was wrapped around his head twice. He could only grunt as his mouth was sealed by a rubber ball that was kept in place by a leather thong that was tightly buckled at the back of his neck. To make matters worse, he was completely and thoroughly trussed up. All he wore were his tight black briefs. His lean and muscled body was rendered immobile by the ropes that had been used to bind him so securely. His wrists were stacked on top of each other and tied together with many turns of white cotton rope. His arms were further immobilized by ropes that that wound around his body and upper arms.
He could not stand because of the ropes that bound his ankles together. More rope was applied above and below his knees. Even his thighs did not escape the roping. His muscles flexed beneath the tanned and smooth skin to no avail.
The final touch was a rope that wound around his lean waist connected to his ankle bindings. This kept his legs bent awkwardly. There was no way that he was going to escape.
Despite his helplessness, he lay on a big and soft bed. He lay on his left side resting after yet another struggle with his restraints.
His mind considered his current predicament and remembered how he came to be this way.
He remembered how he met …THE WIDOW.
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