Captured Against Her Will

You capture me and corner me in a creepy house. I plead for you to let me go. I become mad, mouthy, and snitty. Because of the tone in my voice you tie my arms, elbows together, and you do it tightly. I complain so you put a leather piece to gag me and shut me up. It even blind folds me so, I cannot see what naughty things you do to me. You let me wiggle, toy with me, and even humiliate me more, by ripping my shirt. I struggle my heart out and my large, perky, and round DD's bounce. Will you let me go? Or will you keep me around? I have a feeling, you will keep me as your little toy for a bit, as a fight for my freedom.