Resist

As your captor leaves the room you are already wondering how to get out of this terrible place. She claims that I need to cooperate, but that's bullshit. You struggle against the ropes again in vain, finding yourself too tired and weakened. You've got to find a way to get out of these bindings. You decide to rest for long enough to really put these ropes to the test.

While you rest and recover you look around your cell, finding little of value for your escape: a bed pan, a bed roll, and these damned mannequins. After an hour or two you think of an idea, She said that the toys could be switched somewhere to water only. Perhaps you could try and soak your bindings to stretch them, then wait for them to dry and struggle out. You're not entirely sure what will happen _if _you get out of your bindings, though you are certain that your captor will be furious, given her previous reactions. You decide to risk it, you don't know unless you try, and you'll try anything to get out of this place.

You scoot your way over to the toys and search for the switch. The process of moving around the toys takes much longer than you first thought, since you can only inch your way across the ground. With no switch in sight, you kneel down as low as you can with your arms tied behind your back. You find the switch underneath the thigh cut-out of the female model, and switch it over. You hear a cycling of machinery below you, hopefully switching to water. After waiting a moment, you realize that you still need to "use" these toys to get the water. You sigh heavily but kneel down to the female model's cunt. Feeling more like a gas-siphoning job than oral, you suck deeply hoping for water. Within a few attempts water beings to rush into your mouth. Only now do you realize how difficult it will be to wet your arm bindings. With your arms behind your back, you have very little flexibility to spit this water onto. You can however wet your legs more easily. Starting with your legs, you spit mouthful after mouthful of water onto your calves, trying to really soak them. After you're sure that they're good and wet, you start spitting the water onto the floor. After a sizable puddle has accumulated, you turn around and lie back down onto the puddle, getting your arm ropes wet. This process is far from perfect, but you slide around until you can absorb as much water as you can.

Now with wet bindings, you struggle as hard as you can to stretch them wider than they were before. You have more success with your legs, feeling a little extra room as you move. Your arms are very difficult to move, and your shoulders are sore in minutes from the struggle. You steel yourself for the pain and do your best to stretch the ropes. Before long, you have to give up. You are exhausted within minutes, and your skin is raw from the struggle. You find yourself sleepy, and you nod off almost immediately from fatigue.