Washed Out Resolve

Tapping a few commands on the touchscreen on the wall, it was not long before a dazed Evelyn was rolled over on her tummy and secured back to the bed with her tush propped up and waiting for his next move. Her mind swimming in a pool of wetness and ecstasy, Evelyn faintly registered her new position and wondered if this was the moment Alex finally lost his mind and pillaged her anus.

The thought, once registered, quickly dissipated the fog of lust and brought her mind to an alarming clear focus.

This.

Was.

Never.

Going.

To.

Happen!

There was no introducing anything up the wrong way of the one way passage back there.

No way!

Her body bolted hard to right itself and slammed aggressively against a series of restraints she had not realized were now in place. That sudden unexpected arrestation of her will snapped her mind’s focus on the problem at hand. She had to protect her rear and clenching all she wanted was not security enough, but her body was help in place by… wait… huh?

How did Alex manage to sneak a well cushioned choker around her neck and secure it to the bed? The tether was a short leash that kept her head close to the pillow she had been resting her head on. The nylon around her arms and legs she recognized, but there was now also a belt or something holding her hips in check and preventing her from getting any leverage to get free. The more she struggled, the more her hips felt immobilized in place by whatever was round her waist. Her ankles were already secured by nylon, but her knees had been pulled and tucked underneath her, leaving her rear way too exposed.

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