Wrong Place at the Wrong Time: Dark Dungeon

Roxanne drifted through the wrong part of town. Next thing she knew her arms were jerked behind her and rope snapped tight. They hauled her down concrete steps into the dark. Gagged with a fat ball that forced her jaw wide, she landed on a dirty mat while they lashed her into one position after another. Every twist of rope bit skin and stretched muscle until she could only moan and drool. Hands and toys worked her hard; she came, came again, thighs shaking, cunt dripping. The hood went back on. Lesson learned too late: next time watch where the hell you walk.