Taken, Tied and Tormented

Katt Anomia took a wrong turn into the dark. The big man grabbed her before she knew what hit her. He dragged the small brunette deeper into the shadows, rope already looped around his fist. In minutes she was on her knees, wrists yanked behind her back and lashed tight. The masked stranger shoved a red ball between her teeth, buckled it hard, and watched drool slide down her chin. Every knot he tied bit deeper. Every pull of the ropes made her arch and whimper. He left her hogtied on the cold floor, ankles drawn to elbows, body bowed, chest thrust out, nothing left to hide. She struggled, hips twisting, thighs flexing, testing the limits he’d set. He stood over her, silent, letting the tension stretch. She could feel every strand of rope, every heartbeat, every inch of skin on fire. The torment had just begun, and her eyes said she wanted more.