This choice: You managed to wriggle out of bindings • Go Back...Chapter #6You managed to wriggle out of bindings by: Mr. George   Thrashing from side to side, you feel panic well up within you. A knot of icy dread filling the pit of your stomach. Your wrench your wrists, as you try to pull your hands free. Surely with your diminished size, you can slip free.
But despite your efforts, you only feel the bonds tighten. Taking a deep breath, you feel your chest rise and fall slowly, as you struggle mentally for some calm, coherent thoughts. It really doesn't help to feel the soft, supple warmth of your chest, or those protesting nipple against the least breeze.
But, you've seen too many girls surrender to defeat, or make their bondage worse by panicking. You resolve not to be one of those girls.
The body on the floor... Your former body, gives a grumbling snuffle, objecting to the cold hard floor, rather than the warmer, cosier resting place atop you. You don't want him to wake up, quite yet! Terrified if/once he does that your efforts will be harder to continue.
Cheeks billowing and hollowing, as you breath around the gag, you take in your plight.
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Steadying yourself, you work your fingers slowly exploring the knots, rather than merely thrashing wildly. Finding an end, you start to blindly feed it backwards through the tangle. Hoping against hope that you're not making things worse. It's painfully slow work, and the body on the floor seems to settle, returning to a more regular rhythm.
But, you still listen intently for any sounds beyond the door. It's an eternity, but you start to feel the bonds loosen. The hint that you can slip free, you continue the slow progress, not wanting to ruin your work with a last-minute tug that tightens everything back into place.
With a flex of your wrists, you feel the ropes slide apart, a slow bristling burn over your tender flesh, before you can slip free.
Able to sit up, you scuttle backwards until you're pressed against the headboard, with restless hands, you pluck the gag free.
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You never thought you could've hated Mary's body, but at the moment, you're seeing a lot of downsides to her petite, busty body, and it's lack of muscles.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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