In a stranger's house.

You decide to leave her in the house of a complete stranger, one of the city's many wealthy aristocrats. You'll leave her bound to a dining-room chair, sitting up with her back straight and her wrists fixed to the arms, her ankles fixed to the legs, waiting to see who'll discover her. A sympathetic kitchen maid who gives her a spare uniform and lets her run home? Or some wealthy, sinister hedonist who'll keep her as a curious decoration and insist on showing her off to all their friends? You figure you can let fortune decide.

You sling her over your shoulder and carry her across town, searching the streets of a rich neighbourhood until you find a likely-looking manor. It's the work of a moment to have her exactly where you want her. You're doing this all at super-speed, of course, so she won't awaken to her predicament until the end.

So much for that. Now you have some thoughts about her breasts. They're so big, so soft, so enjoyable to play with. You should do something fun with them.

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