A black room, she's wreathed by dark nothingness, her body kneeling on the floor, twisting, heavily breathing. Rough ropes wrap around the length of her lower arms, firmly binding them to each side of a sturdy wooden pole.
Her shirt is rolled up on her chest, tights torn apart between her legs and the soft fabric of her skirt slowly pushed up her trembling hips.
With her eyes covered by her own scarf, she's completely at his mercy - their mercy? She couldn't even tellβ¦
(We've got different versions of this, of course, both in the way Ashley is tied to the pole - with only one foot & arm or both feet, spreading her legs - as well as with her clothing, undressing her bit by bit. There's also some fakeβ¦hm, well, something running down myβ¦mind, but I am not sure if I will implement that. Could be fun.)
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