Her hands are bound at the wrists, palm to palm, pushed up high between her shoulder blades by ropes wrapped around her biceps pulling her elbows close at the small of her back. Nyxon can feel the tight ropes slicing deep into her tender flesh but there is nothing she can do about it. She looks downn at her shapely nylon encased legs that are fused togehter with more ropes cinched tightly around her ankles and knees. She kicks her legs out, twisting and wriggling in a futile attempt to wriggle free of the ropes. But the ropes are too tightly tied, there is no hope of escape.
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