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bound her, fighting with all her might against them as she struggled to
unbend her knees or wiggle free of the ropes that pinned her forearms together
beneath them. Looking down over her body, she saw her breasts heaving
beneath her damp top, the tight rope digging into her smooth belly with each
tug on the ropes on her arms beneath her. Her thighs trembled from the exertion
of fighting the ropes that coiled about them. Her skirt had ridden up with the
struggle, revealing the wet stain on the front of her panties beneath and the
wire that protruded from them.
    “I didn’t
think you’d mind piñata duty, really,” he spoke, reaching down to turn her
over onto her stomach again, and then tapping one of the staples that held a
paper tail in place, making her wince. “After all, you are already in
costume.”
    A feeling of
hollowness filled her as she rested once more on her stomach, her cheek back in
the puddle of drool she’d left on the floor earlier. Her feet twitched in
nervous anticipation of what was in store for her. She tried to focus on
the rage that she felt toward her captor, toward this man sworn to uphold the
public safety who was now treating her so wickedly. The anger refused to
stay with her, however, leaving in its place a feeling of helplessness and
self-pity. She hated the feeling, having always considered herself a
person who would never give in to despair. It seemed that the ropes were
robbing her of more than just the ability to move as she wished.
    “Eeesshhhhh….
Ehhhttt… Eeehhhh…. Oohhhh…” she struggled to speak around the thick rubber ball
in her mouth, wanting more than anything to be able to plead for his mercy as
she felt him tie the end of the rope in his hand to those that held her elbows
together.
    “I’m
sorry. I couldn’t quite make that out,” he laughed.
    Jessica began
to sob once more, dejected, as she felt the rope on her arms gradually begin to
lift up toward the ceiling. At first, it was only uncomfortable to have
them lifted, but when her chest rose off the floor and the weight of her upper
body came to rest on her shoulders through the poorly designed rope harness, discomfort
became genuine pain. She snorted through her nose in protest, a muffled
cry escaping her lips as she continued to rise until her knees left the floor. Gradually,
her whole body dangled by the rope on her arms.
    “This is
where things really start to hurt, princess,” the black-clad man said
softly as he tied off the other end of the rope with which he’d lifted her,
stopping her assent at his chest level. “This is where you really earn me my
money.”
    The ropes bit
painfully into Jessica’s stomach and arms as she dangled there before her
captor, spinning slowly. She could feel the numbness spreading through her
forearms as circulation was cut off by the unbearable position. She whined
continuously behind the gag, squeezing her eyes closed tightly as tears and
drool spilled to the floor beneath her.
    A searing
flash of pain flashed across her left thigh and she threw her head back in a
primal scream as something lashed wickedly across it. Recovering from the
attack with desperate breaths drawn through wide nostrils, she spun slowly
until she could see that her captor now held a long thin rod in his
hands. Her whole body tensed in anticipation, but there was nothing she
could do to avoid the next blow, a cruel slash across her tortured upper
arm. Dangling, already in pain from the pressure on her petite body, she
could do nothing to stop the barrage of lashes that he rained down on
her. Only those parts of her body covered by the maddening ropes were
saved from the assault of the wicked rod. She jerked and quivered with each
brutal strike.
    “Shit,” he
swore, and she moaned in relief as he lowered the rod, “out of film.”
    Jessica’s
body convulsed as she dangled from the ropes, gasping and panting for air as she
struggled to calm herself. It felt like every