I find myself dragged into the room by my bound wrists. The burly tattooed guy grabs a handful of rope and ties my arms down to a post on the bed frame. I struggle and sob through the ballgag he has jammed into my mouth and his silence as he binds me is intimidating. I look up hoping that he will say something but he does not utter one single solitary word as he adds more and more rope restricting my movements with each rope he places on me. I kick at him as he threads a crotch rope between my legs and tightens it up splitting my ass in two and giving me a camel toe. He ties that crotch rope off to a beam up high above my bound body me to lift and hold my hips up in order to get the pressure off my pussy. I am scared of what he will do next as he whips a rope around my ankle and ties it off behind my head cranking my poor helpless body to arch up into a painful position. I sob and beg for this peril to end but he is like a man on a mission and he the ropes keep coming - each one making my predicament more and more impossible to withstand. Finally he speaks one sentence - that ought to do it. He gropes me for a minute then walks away leaving me panting like a in this agonizing crotch rope predicament.
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