The spirit makes it impossible to untie or ungag Jamie

By the time Jamie reached the beach, at least a half hour had passed. It only took a few minutes to walk over the hill and onto the beach, and, by the time she got there, she was beginning to feel tired from the effort she'd had to put into getting there.

Once she was on the beach, Jamie paused, breathing heavily. She looked around. The beach wasn't exactly crowded, but there were people here and there. The sunbathers were still laid out on there towels, the volleyball players were engrossed in their game, and her school friends were still gathered around the campfire. She was relieved to see no sign of the creepy guys.

Before she could figure out who was best able to help her, Jamie heard voices.

"What the heck?"

"What happened to her?"

"She must have been attacked."

"Somebody call the police."

Then a man in red shorts and a lifeguard jacket was standing in front of her. "It'll be okay, miss," he said. "We've called for the police, and I'll get that stuff off you."

Jamie stood still while the lifeguard moved around behind her. She felt his fingers touch the piece of towel she was gagged with. Then she felt his fingers move down her arms. He started tugging at the knot in the bikini top that bound her wrists.

While he was doing this, Jamie looked around her at the crowd that had gathered in a semicircle around her, watching as the lifeguard fiddled with the knots. She turned bright red as she realized how many of them, sunbathers, volleyball players, and her friends, were checking out her considerable endowments and her pussy.

Jamie didn't usually have a problem with being naked, but that was only when she was in control. Now, standing with her hands tied and her mouth gagged, the last thing she wanted was for all these people to be seeing her like this. Unfortunately, she couldn't stop them. She couldn't tell them not to look at her, or scream at them, or hit them, or move her hands to cover herself. All she could do was stand still and try to ignore them while the lifeguard untied her.

Speaking of which, she thought, what was taking the lifeguard so long? She could still feel him tugging on the knots at her wrists. She considered turning her head and watching him as best she could.

As if in answer, he said, "What the fuck?" at almost that moment. "These knots won't budge. Does anybody have a knife or a pair of scissors?"

Several people came up holding various pocket knives. The lifeguard tried one, then the other, sawing and hacking and cutting at Jamie's bonds again and again.

She had no idea how long it took, but finally, the lifeguard said, "I don't understand it. Nothing I do works. I can't cut these knots, and I can't untie them. What the heck is going on?"

By this time, a police officer had arrived. He took over from the lifeguard. He tried for a long time, but, finally, he, too, had to admit defeat.

"What do we do now?" the lifeguard said. "How do we untie her?"

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