Not much, and Amanda escapes them

Amanda started thrashing, first from discomfort and then, as feeling returned to her legs, in protest at what had been done to her. The feeling of pins and needles retreated, but her senses grew more alert and protested at the bottle caps someone had pinched over her nipples and the hickeys all over her body.

One of the bums was already knocked out from Amanda's numb legs landing on him, and the other was too drunk to hold her and dropped her ass on the ground. He then staggered and fell over himself.

She pushed herself up with her free hands and got up on her feet. The world spun, but she steadied herself by the sticky side of a dumpster and started making little steps away from the two bums.

Amanda's ankles were still hobbled by a short length of rope between them, but little by little she walked through the alley and to the door at the end. She could hear people on the other side. People would help her. People would save her from her ordeal, from the hickeys, from her holes fucked sore and bruised, from the "FREE PUSSY" caption and the arrow pointing to her cunt that she had not yet seen.