Things Get Worse

Kate angrily yanked back on the chain, but it refused to budge. She couldn't believe this. Was this really how the world's greatest archer was going to be treated? Her pride couldn't take this. She went to yank on the chain once more, when a loud honk startled her.

A garbage truck drove through the alley, Kate backed off a mere few inches from it as it passed by. Had the driver seen her? What did he think? She couldn't bear this. She knew yanking against the cuffs was no good, so she'd have to go for a different approach. Scanning the area, she spotted an old pocketknife lying in the snow across the alley. Maybe she could pick the lock with that, if she could only reach it.

She spread out as far as she could, her left leg stepping out as far as possible, but her left hand still landed a few inches short of reaching the knife. "Come on," she mumbled, "just a bit more." The cold was getting to her. She suddenly noticed that her stretching had caused her towel to slip, her perky breasts just barely covered at this point. Groaning, she reached to adjust it, only for a cold gust of wind to rip it off of her body, blowing off into the distance.

Kate stood in shock for a moment, her body suddenly much colder than before. Her nipples turned rock solid as she threw her left arm over her chest, suddenly becoming aware of her situation. She ran back over and crouched behind the water meter she was chained to, her plump ass jiggling with each step. Her bare feet went numb in the snow, as the world's greatest archer crouched down in an attempt to recover any modesty she could. Another vehicle passed by, this one a pickup truck, but the driver didn't seem to notice her. She cursed herself, wondering why she was stupid enough to try an escape. Now Kate was only left worse off, shivering completely nude in the snow.