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Chapter 7 by Machinistmage Machinistmage

How long before Sally gets back to her toy?

A Long Time, But Not Long Enough

You breathed in and out of your nose rapidly, the lingering stench of Sally's cock still wafting through the air. You could vaguely hear the door click shut and lock you down here while screaming into your gag. After that it was just a wall clock ticking away on a post before you, plus your breathing. The sour taste of Sally's panties was bad enough on your tongue, but you were also having to keep from biting down, lest you squeeze out more sweat and spunk.

For the first few minutes, you just sat there frozen in a mixture of confusion and dread, watching the clock tick away towards 3PM. The sound of Sally's front door opening and closing shocked you into motion. By this point your jaw was sore and you'd had to clamp down on the underwear, leaving a fresh flow of foul fluids dribbling down your throat.. You glanced towards the sound, and then towards the basement window. Outside a car started up and drove off. Sally had left! Your struggles quickly resumed once again, yanking and pulling on the tape.

Ten minutes when by, your pace slowed with no end in sight. The layers of duct tape weren't budging. You were about to give up hope and hang your head...when you noticed something; the tape has split, only a tiny bit, but it was something. Leaning in for a closer look, you saw what was causing it. The chair's right arm had a bit of a sharp edge to it, a jagged spot where the metal had gotten bent. You quickly seized the chance to escape, resuming your yanking and tugging, but this time focusing on that sharp edge.

Another twenty minutes later and you were finally there. With one last hard yank, the last of the duct tape broke away; a messy line cut through what had to be three layers of thick tape. Your arm was free, and the first thing you did was reach up to your mouth and tear away the tape gag. Your cry of pain filled the basement, muffled only by the panties. You quickly spat those out to some far corner of the basement where you'd hopefully never see them.

"Fucking finally!" You yell in celebration. Now your other arm would be a since to get loose...or so you assumed. You clawed at the layers of tape to no avail. Duct tape stuck to itself surprisingly well and your nails had recently been trimmed. You glance around, looking left, right, even behind you. Any tool would do, but you didn't see anything. In a mad frenzy, you continue clawing and peeling at the tape...

A good half hour later, you were finally getting the last of the tape off. If you worked out more, maybe you could have just yanked free once you got to the last layer, but, as Sally had already pointed out, your were pretty thin and girlish. With one last scratching pull from your free hand, the tape was peeled away. A quick look at the clock showed you it was nearly 4PM, you had to hear before.

CREEEEEEAK

Your eyes went wide as you heard the very distinct sound of Sally's front door opening. You froze up, hoping desperately maybe she'd leave you be. Or better yet, maybe someone else had come into the house.

"Doe~ Ready to play?" Sally called from upstairs, her voice muffled by the floor, but very distinctly lustful. "I started getting hard while I was out, just thinking about you. Oh, it was sooooo embarrassing~" Sally cooed.

You weren't listening by this point, you were frantically trying to undo the tape wrapping around your legs. Even with both hands you weren't making much progress. They were as tightly wrapped, three layers thick, just like your arms. You were so ****, you didn't even hear the basement door open, or the stairs creaking.

"Doe! I can't believe this!" Sally cried out, causing you to look up just in time for you to see her coming towards you. She ended up driving her knee into your face, not hard enough to draw, but enough to push you back and leave you in a daze. With surprising strength, she held your wrists in her hands, holding them up over your head. Her knee returned for round two, pressing into your junk through your boxers and eliciting a yelp from you instead of arguments for her to respect your humanity.

"Such a rude little toy," She hissed, her gentle cooing tone replaced with frustration and venom, "I guess I'll just have to punish her...."

How are you punished?

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