Becky wakes up, bound

Becky woke up to streaks of daylight streaming in through a patchwork roof above her head. Her entire ached, and in a moment, the semen still running down the inside of her thighs **** her to remember why. Her hands were tied to a wooden pillar which seemed to hold up the center of the building she was in, with crude vine rope.

As Becky looked around, she decided she was in some sort of Lizardfolk lodge. The building had some makeshift bedding and discarded loincloths and mucky armor, with a fire burned down to embers in a firepit not far from Becky. A few tables dotted the room as well.

Becky's head was spinning as the world slowly came into view, she felt groggy and disoriented, but knew she had to focus.

A few deep breaths later and she was starting to take in her situation, looking over her surroundings for any immediate threat. With luck, she might find something which would allow her to break free of her current bindings. A table nearby seemed to have been used for a recent meal, and a small skinning knife was still upon it, perhaps close enough for Becky to reach if she squirmed enough.

A tiny part of her told her the idea was silly, and that she would be much better of waiting for the Lizardfolk to return, so that they might make use of her again. Becky **** the thought away, telling herself that it must be the leftover effect of that potion they ****-fed her, but she couldn't know for sure.

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