No

What happened? you ask yourself.

You try to open your eyes, but there is a hood on your head, preventing you to see. You want to scream, but there is a cock gag in your mouth, your sounds muffled almost entirely. Your limbs are secured to a bed by straps. Your fingers are clenched together by mittens.

As you wiggle in your bonds, you notice someone else doing the same. That must be Elena.

For a while, you struggle in your bonds in a relentless fashion. But then you stop as you start to hear footsteps. A pair of hands start to explore your body. Then with a single move, your neck is unlocked, followed by your wrists and ankles. Only for you to be stood up, and your mittened hands get locked behind you by a set of rings embedded in the fabric.

"Come on, ****," you hear the order, a leash promptly yanked in your neck.

You are not wearing high heels. More like flats. But you already know why you are wearing flats.

A couple more yanks, some stumbling steps, and you can already feel the sand under your feet. As for the heat, you experience nothing. That is just the power of ruanite!

Suddenly, your blindfold is removed from your head. You think you could finally see your owner. However he is behind you, and you are too scared to turn back to him.

"In your neck, there is a purse. Your goal is to get it filled with telers by dawn. If you stray too far, you get an electroshock. Go further, and you will be ****, plus you will find yourself at the receiving end of some good ol’ punishment."

With that, the man goes back to the building, leaving you alone on the street.

You look down, and you indeed discover the small bag affixed to the D-ring in your neck, next to the leash still dangling between your breasts.

"Mmm!!!" you groan as you try getting your arms free. But it is a fools errand to do so.

Still, you try. And try. And try. But in the end you realize you have **** but to do as you are ordered.

TO BE CONTINUED