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Chapter 7 by SomePerson SomePerson

Do I struggle or let him continue to “dress me”?

Another chance to escape!

I feel the handcuffs removed from one of my wrists and as quick as I can think I whip my arm that still cuffed around. I attempt to use the metal handcuff as a weapon as I swing it wildly, “Ah! Got damnit you bitch!” Cries out my neighbor a I know I hit something important with the cuff. With my free hand I am able to rip the hood off my face. The dildo gag is still firmly fitted in my mouth and I haven’t got time to get that off. I spring off the couch in the basement and make a beeline for the stairs. My cleavage bounces freely as I take the stairs in leaps 3 at a time. My body is in total flight mode and I’m struggling to breath through the massive intruder in my mouth.

I slam into the basement door and it’s luckily unlocked, “get back here you whore!” I hear my neighbor bellow from the basement. This just furthers my flight. Instead of going to the front door I instead go to the rear slider. I fumble with the slide lock and luckily I’m able to get it unlocked and I throw it open. I bolt into the dark warm night, completely naked save the cock gag on my mouth and the single cuff still attached to my wrist.

Am I lucky?

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