0112 - AJ Marion & Mr Ogre
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I find myself bound and gagged in a cinder block room. A cruel crotch rope runs from the front to the back of my chest harness, sliding back and forth as I struggle. I whimper and moan as I bend and flex, but a mouth stuffing and silver tape muffle my complaints. I shimmy and twist. As I butterfly my legs, the knots securing my ankles dig in, grinding my legwarmers into my flesh. I lean back on my hands lifting my manicured feet into the air. My soles are covered in a fine dirt from the cement floor, and I wiggle my polished toes as I point and flex my bare feet. My struggling and straining continues for several minutes, when Mr Ogre appears with more rope in hand.
He gruffly lifts me off the cold ground and pushes me into a ball position. A length of nylon is wound from my chest around my ankles, permanently pulling me down. I squeal and grunt through my gag, but Mr Ogre takes no notice. With a patronizing pat on the cheek, and he leaves me there. I rock side to side with few other options available to me. I test the limits of my restraints, wiggling and squirming as I'm able. I manage to lay down on my side, and quickly discover that this was a terrible choice. I'm stuck! I don't have enough leverage to change my position! I push with my toes, attempting to hold my leg position and avoid the crushing knots between my ankles.