Heather chases the boy

She couldn't let those pictures of her naked, tied up and helpless, be published on the internet. She knew once something was published there, it stayed, and she wasn't having that.

"Stop!" she called after the retreating boy. "Don't do that!"

He didn't acknowledge her, didn't look back, gave no sign that he had heard her.

**** to stop him, and not really thinking of the consequences, Heather rushed him. He wasn't far away and she thought she had a good chance to catch up with him and knock him down. Then she could get his phone and delete the pictures and, even better, call the police.

She gained steadily on the boy, who was clearly in no hurry and didn't seem to know she was there.

It was all an act, however; Heather had nearly caught up to the boy when he stepped aside, then stuck out a foot. Heather, caught unawares and running too fast to stop or step aside, tripped over his foot and went sprawling. With her arms tied behind her, she couldn't stop herself from falling, couldn't break her fall. She slid across the ground, collided with a trash can, and lay still.

When Heather came to a short time later, she was standing against a lamp post. Her arms were still bound with the zip ties, but, worse than that, she was now bound to the post with tape around her ankles, knees, thighs, waist, and above and below her ample breasts.

She was gagged with a swatch of tape which was wrapped over her mouth and behind her head and over her mouth. The boy was standing several feet away, watching her.

"MMMMPHPH!" Heather screamed through her gag when she saw the boy. She pulled at her bonds, but without result.

The boy grinned. "Do you see the sign hanging from your neck?" he said.

"MMMPHMMPH!" Heather looked down at her chest. She could see a small sign fastened around her neck with rope and hanging over her chest, but not so far as to hide her tits.

"Would you like to know what the sign says?"

"MMMPH!"

Still grinning, the boy showed Heather his phone. On it was a picture of her, taped to the lamp post, her mouth taped. He pointed to the sign around her neck, which said, Fuck Me As Much As You Want To.

"I'm going to go online now and post on a number of websites, tell everyone where you are."

"MMMPH!"

"Goodbye, now."

The boy turned and walked away, ignoring Heather's protests.

When he was out of sight, she looked around. Could she get free? If so, how? Could she find someone who could help her?

What could she do?