Debts must be paid

As you lie, trussed up and gagged, you can't help but remember how you got here.

TWO DAYS PREVIOUSLY

"Baby, come here. I've got a surprise for you." Your husband's silky voice makes you shiver in anticipation. You walk into the bedroom where he sits with a long red ribbon in his hands. With a grin and another shudder, you hold out your hands with your wrists touching.

He clucks his tongue at you and shakes his head. "Take off your blouse and jeans for me, love, and lie on your front."

You strip for him sensually, even though you're only removing your outer layers. Once you're down to stockings, panties, and bra, you lie down, deliberately pressing your breasts into the mattress.

With strong hands, he strokes your calf and wraps his fingers around your ankles, pulling your legs back until your feet are against your ass. Slowly, he wraps the ribbon around you, letting your legs pull back slightly. With a tap on your shoulder, he lets you know he wants your hands, now. He's hogtied you once before, and then rammed himself into you for the next few hours. You can't help but hope for a repeat.

The ribbon now ties your wrists to your ankles. You hear him sniff but you're not sure why. He guides you onto your knees and continues wrapping you with the ribbon until you're well and truly bound. Then the door to the bedroom opens and three men carry in a huge clear paneled box. "Honey, what's..." Your words are cut off as your husband jams a ball gag between your teeth.

Your husband sniffles again. "We're clear, now, right?"

One of the strange men nods and they stuff you in the box, carrying you out to an unmarked van.

CURRENT DAY

You didn't realize that there was a pet shop anywhere that sold people, but that wasn't so unbelievable as the fact that your scumbag husband apparently sold you to pay his gambling debts; all of $38 dollars worth, the bastard.

You look up in dread as you hear voices approach. "Mommy mommy can we get this one? I have enough money to buy it myself!" Two teenage girls are on either side of your confinement, one crouching and the other leaning against the box.