Upstairs it's really hot. I'm put on my feet. It's a dusty wooden floor. The man puts one hand on my shoulder to hold me up, and another my throat to hold me still.
"Stand up straight, dear." says Trish, "We've got to change a couple things to make you comfortable. The rope around my neck is taken off, and I twist my wrists back down again. Trish starts looping rope around my waist and ties my wrists to the middle of my back. Not too high, not too low, there's no reason my arms can't stay that way for hours. She keeps looping more rope around me. She works her way up from my hips towards my breasts. This rope around my tummy starts feeling tight and presses my forearms into my back.
As Trish finishes it's a little hard to breath, and my back is locked upright with my arms pressed in tight. I must be a sight! I hear the man moving around, doing something. Is he looking at me? He must be!
Rachel is adding rope to my knees. She starts at the kneecaps and works up. My thighs are coming togther, and my kneebones ache a little. The loops go higher and higher, but Rachel stops short of covering my pussy. My knees won't slide by each other at all now. I can't shuffle, I can only hop, and I probably wouldn't do that more than once before I fell.
"All done, now." says Trish, "Lets move you back into position." I can't help them, I can't resist, I can't move, so the three of them lift and drag me back a couple of feet. My back rests against a steel pipe. It's cold. Rachel presses my heels up to it, Trish spreads my cheeks and pushes my fanny around it, the man gets my throat again and pushes my head and shoulders against it. More ropes: Rachel first around my heels and knees, Trish around my hips and above and below my breasts, the man starts wrapping my throat. He's a man! He's harsh at first, too tight. I squirm and shout through my gag. Instantly he lets up, and after that does a nice job -- gentle but thorough. He has nice hands, it sure feels different when a man ties you up.
"That about wraps it up, dear. We'll see you in the morning. Remember, keep a sharp eye out for Ole Emo, we want to know if he's here. Give her a kiss, Rachy." Rachel gives me a kiss through my gag. Trish does the same, and brushes my tummy with her fingers as she finishes. Then... no this man doesn't. Who is he?
I'm alone.
I've struggled all evening. I'm tired and I don't bother. I try to sleep but I'm standing up. I doze off anyway...