By the time beads of sweat formed on Serene's forehead she knew she was in trouble. Big trouble. Arms cinched tightly together in a strappado pulled high while her crotch rope pulled her down. Ease the arms, tighten the crotch rope and vice versa; a devilish predicament. With her mouth well gagged by her own hand, what really gnawed at her was that she had asked for this and even helped! I may have added a bit more than she expected, but Serene didn't seem to be in a position to complain.
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