Tory struggles.

You haul Tory to her feet and oder her to march. She gives you an angry, but fearful look. She shakes her head, says "MMPH!" and flops back down on the bed. You sigh.

"Fine. Have it your way."

She flaps her feet at you, trying to kick you, but, with her knees secured, it's not effective at all. You take another zip tie and, without too much difficulty, lock her ankles together.

Tory won't stop struggling, but all her writhing and squirming is useless as you pick her up, slinging her over your shoulder. You can feel her big naked tits pressed against your back & you hold her steady with one arm across her thighs, just under her delectable butt. You can't resist a certain temptation here. You use your hand to grab her butt cheek and she lets out an 'Mmmph' of outrage.

"Sorry, but you wouldn't have it any other way," you say cheerfully.

You carry your wiggling prize out of her room and lock the door behind you. Tory is still trying to yell. With her panties in her mouth her protests are muffled but she's still a bit on the noisy side. You hiss at her to shut up; you don't want her waking the rest of the floor. There's still a few girls you haven't caught yet and you don't want to be interrupted. You steadily make your way back to the Rec Room.