Nothing

You continue to lay there for a little bit, then start to squirm and wriggle again. The rope starts to cleave and rub a little more, and the ropes encircling your body squeeze at your breasts and your belly. You try to lean up to stand, but somehow the way the ropes are tied keeps your body bent.

For an hour you struggle, your body growing needier as the rough rope teases and squeezes you, your sex starting to get raw from it. The silk becomes soaked with your sweat even as the rest of your body's moisture is stolen away by the arid air. You wriggle and thrash until it's painful to keep doing so, then relax, your pussy and breasts aching not just with the abrasions, but with a need to be touched softly, sexually.

You scream as loud as you can, but with your mouth **** closed by the now-wet silk and the layers covering it, you're not even sure you're making a sound. When you get your strength back, you try to struggle a little more, but the raw rub of your body keeps you from struggling too much.

Try as you might, you're nothing more than a prisoner now. Will you ever be rescued? Or will you be turned into an attraction for horny riders passing through? Either way, this is your end, frustrated, bound, blind and deaf. But feel free to keep struggling!