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An anguished moan pierced the silence as Starr once again tried forcing the ropes. They’re just ropes, why can’t I break them? she wondered. She was kneeling on a bed, her ankles crossed and tied together beneath her with a tight rope binding them to the iron headboard. Her knees were spread apart and each one securely tied to its respective corner at the rear of the bed. Her forearms were pressed together, and a long strand encircled them from her wrists all the way to her elbows. Her arms were pulled back and tied to the headboard as well. Another rope had been braided into her hair, and it too attached to the headboard, pulling her head back at an uncomfortable angle and restricting her movement further. As if that weren’t enough, the final rope was snugly tied to her waist, then passed between her buttocks parting her labia and back up through the waist again and tied to the footboard like some kind of sick handmade thong.

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