Try to break free

You start by trying to tug yourself free, yanking as hard as you can in an attempt to tear yourself free of the fabric binds on your wrists and ankles.

Though spread out as you are, you lack any real leverage to accomplish this. The effect is only to tire you out and leave some angry marks on you, without adding any real give to the restraints. You take a moment to rest and scowl ineffectually into the darkness. You know the demon’s watching and you know he’s enjoying the spectacle of you thrashing uselessly against his tie downs. Your only relief is that no one else has seen it. Yet. The road remained deserted in either direction, and you can’t even hear traffic off a larger roadway from either direction. At least he’d given you that much.

Since direct **** wasn’t working and waiting was a very bad idea, you tried twisting. You leaned forward, sliding your arm restraints behind you until they reached a vertical bar and refused to come any closer together. The effect made you look completely ridiculous, leaning forward with your newly massive tits hanging below you over the sidewalk, but at least it gave you enough slack to corkscrew your arm enough to cause tension on the knot. You twisted it as hard as you could, hoping the knot would start to give before your joint did, and suddenly you felt a little slip as the fabric stretched. Getting even a small result like that inspired you to try harder. You threw your weight into it, leaning over to try stretching the cloth a little more. It stretched. So you went a little further. You felt the tiniest bit of slack around your wrist. You gritted your teeth and strained harder, feeling escape - at least a temporary escape - close at hand. It was slow, tedious work but you kept at it. You had to get out of his little game. You needed just one goddamned win. The strap on your wrist was coming loose now. Just one small bit more and you think you’d be able to tuck your thumb and slip the hand free…

Without warning, the fabric tightened itself on your wrists, worse than before. They were dragged in opposite directions by invisible forces, slamming your back into the bridge railing and stretching your arms out to an extremely uncomfortable degree. You cried out in defeat as you tried to move, but the restraints had hardly any give at all now. Each time you tugged, they tugged back harder. You had previously thought you were helpless but this something more entirely. Rage swelled up in you and exploded like a volcano.

“Haven’t you made your fucking point?! Huh!?” You screamed into the night. When it provided no response, you added a “Fuck you!” and spat. Adding yet another insult to injury, your mouth was so dry and your position so awkward that the saliva didn't even clear your own breasts. It landed with a humiliating splat atop your left tit and slid off slowly and mockingly. “GAHAHHHH!” You thrash again in impotent anger until you are nearly ready to collapse from exhaustion, once again accomplishing fuck all.

You hang your head to rest. The hair that falls to hide your face only reminds you that you can’t hide anything else. You have to think. There’s a reason he’s not letting you out and you have to figure out what it is - the fact that he wants to punish you is obvious. But why this specifically? It made little sense to bring you way outside the city. He was capable of taking over her body whenever he wanted, so why use your friends to make a spectacle of you here? You rack your brain to remember times he’s spoken to you. Always about ‘fun’? You really wish you hadn’t cut him off so many times.

No, you remembered… there was more. ‘You run from pleasure and insult those who don’t’ is what he’d said back in your hotel. ‘Why do you torment others?’ he asked. That had to be relevant.

“I’m not apologizing any more.” You cringe, expecting more agony but getting none. “But since you clearly want something from me, I’m ready to talk.” Still nothing happened. You waited for a few minutes, enough to wonder if he really was just going to leave you out here all night.

So now what?