Not yet.

Nefer-tina began struggling even as Presley left the room that was for now, her personal prison. As she tested each of her bindings in turn, she wondered why this was a considered to be a good use of Presley's scouting experience. As she twisted her wrists, trying to get at the knot, she noticed how her body moved while bound to the pole. The ropes pinning her to the cool metal that sent a slight if not unpleasant chill up and down her spine with each movement, and the way her breasts seemed almost to be caressed by an unseen lover. "By the gods," Nefer-tina thought to herself as the soft nylon held her in place. "If Presley really wanted to, he could keep doing this to me. He's made sure I don't have a lot of room to move here. I might have to talk with him about this if I can manage to get free, and even if not, he needs to learn a few manners first."

She threw herself at the task, trying in vain to slip any of the knots her young friend had used to bind her tightly, the occasional moan escaping the duct tape sealing her mouth shut as her body reacted to the ropes. Nefer-tina struggled for several more minutes before having to rest, wearing herself out as she tugged, twisted and pulled on the ropes binding her to the post, but she only managed to make minimal headway on working towards her freedom, realizing that Presley had done all he could to make sure she was staying tied up for the time being. As time passed, she saw the daylight outside give way to darkness, and she knew hours were passing as she remained bound tightly to the pole, not able to get a single knot undone.