So here she was. Naked but for her boots. She was kneeling, her arms and legs tied around a large wooden pole behind her back, arms overhead. She couldn't really see it but she could feel that there was a rope running from her wrists to her ankles on top of that.
Grunting, she tried to arch her back, looking for a bit of relief. Not much room for movement. She wondered who her capturer might be. Certainly not the two gorillas who had picked her from the street and threw her in the van. Those had been just hired hands. Professionals though. Sure, they had made her undress, but apart from the tying, they hadn't laid a finger on her. Not even after they had finished and she was sitting there like... on a silver platter, with her titties thrust out and her legs spread. But then again, perhaps she just wasn't their type. 'Hey, it's not you, it's us. We're just not into green hair.'
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