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Rowan, unjustly subdued, bound, and gagged by her wicked roommate Faith, practically writhed with overwhelming embarrassment at her current predicament.

By any rational measure, it was the treacherous Faith that should be in this current position, stripped naked, hands enveloped in inflexible rubber mitts, arms forcibly held aloft by a yoked collar, nipples throbbing from the crushing pressure of the weighted clamps. Gurgling and sniveling around a slobber-soaked ball-gag crammed into her mouth, and wobbling unsteadily atop absurdly high heels whilst forced to straddle a heavy knotted rope.

But no! The vile vixen had refused to acknowledge that Rowan was her rightful mistress, and instead was treating her like a servile and groveling sex-pet, a simpering and whimpering little slut that was meant to be treated roughly and trained thoroughly!

The unfairness of it all made Rowan most wroth, though she was careful to keep her composure. She'd already been taught by her malevolent friend that "impudent looks" earned swift reprisals. Her lush rump was quite well-welted from the corrective thrashing she'd received from directing a hostile glare upon her would-be mistress.

This could not, the aggrieved Rowan thought miserably, get any worse.

Just then, a drone buzzed into their backyard airspace on its way elsewhere, but the operator evidently had done a double-take after seeing what lay below, and the camera-rigged craft quickly took up a fixed hovering position to take it all in.

Rowan looked up at the voyeuristic vehicle in dismay, and then realized she was giving the Peeping Tom a very clear image of her face. He might be able to identify her! Quickly she looked back down, but fear now gripped her. What if the leering lout remote-piloting the drone had started livestreaming his findings? Hundreds or thousands of people might be even now tuning it to see her naked form, glistening with sweat, captive to strict restraints, an obvious plaything for the lazily lounging Faith. Oh, the complete and utter humiliation of it all! She was positively ablaze with shame over what she'd been reduced to.

Her abject abasement only increased when another drone zipped into sight, then another, and another. Soon, a flock of a half-dozen was orbiting about overhead, jockeying for position to get the best camera angles to fully capture her absolute degradation. She could already visualize the titles for the ensuing video clips as they went viral and spread like wildfire across the Net.

WANTON WENCH WRIGGLES ON ROPE!

HOT TRAMP PUTS ON PERVERT PARTY!

DEBAUCHED DAMSEL DELIGHTS IN DEBASEMENT!

ROWAN MAGNUS OF 123 DOGWOOD LANE AVAILABLE FOR SEX-RENT!

NORDIC GODDESS PLOTS SAVAGE REVENGE AGAINST EVIL ASIAN ABDUCTOR!

Well...probably not that last one.

Get a grip, Rowan! she urged herself, shaking her head.

Emerging from her reverie, she found that there were, of course, no drones at all. But her situation remained the same.

"It's very simple," Faith had told her when rigging her up into this ridiculous plight. "We can take a breather for a bit if you can free yourself here. It should be easy! You just have to sashay on over there, pluck one of the keys, then shimmy on backwards to the other end, and open one of the locks. Then repeat for the second lock!"

The diabolical demoness gave a satisfied smirk.

"Of course," she said, "two of the keys don't match. But maybe you'll get lucky and grab the right two at the very start!"

SMACK!

"Mmph!" Rowan grunted as the demented she-devil gave her ass a firm slap before walking away to settle herself down on the lawn for some relaxing sunbathing.

TWO keys?! With her hands immobilized within the rigid gloves, Rowan didn't know how she would grab even one of them!

"Hey, you need a little encouragement over there, lazybones?" Faith called from behind her. "If you make me get up to provide you with a little motivation, you're gonna regret it!"

Rowan trembled as she heard Faith swish the hated flogger back and forth. Faith had promised her that the next time her bad attitude needed adjustment, that crop would be crashing down upon her very vulnerable tits! The ass-beating had been bad enough!

With a muffled grunt, Rowan began to slowly waddle forward, feeling the rope slide between her thighs, pressing up against her most sensitive place.

Grudgingly she admitted that although it beggared all belief, Faith was currently on top.

But the natural order of things surely would be restored, and then it would be Rowan in charge.

Maybe not today, though, by the looks of it.

But soon!

Probably.

This image of two friends enjoying some carefree playtime together was created on commission for me by lekgolo123 !

The previous pic in this series is found here:

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Description
Rowan, unjustly subdued, bound, and gagged by her wicked roommate Faith, practically writhed with overwhelming embarrassment at her current predicament.

By any rational measure, it was the treacherous Faith that should be in this current position, stripped naked, hands enveloped in inflexible rubber mitts, arms forcibly held aloft by a yoked collar, nipples throbbing from the crushing pressure of the weighted clamps. Gurgling and sniveling around a slobber-soaked ball-gag crammed into her mouth, and wobbling unsteadily atop absurdly high heels whilst forced to straddle a heavy knotted rope.

But no! The vile vixen had refused to acknowledge that Rowan was her rightful mistress, and instead was treating her like a servile and groveling sex-pet, a simpering and whimpering little slut that was meant to be treated roughly and trained thoroughly!

The unfairness of it all made Rowan most wroth, though she was careful to keep her composure. She'd already been taught by her malevolent friend that "impudent looks" earned swift reprisals. Her lush rump was quite well-welted from the corrective thrashing she'd received from directing a hostile glare upon her would-be mistress.

This could not, the aggrieved Rowan thought miserably, get any worse.

Just then, a drone buzzed into their backyard airspace on its way elsewhere, but the operator evidently had done a double-take after seeing what lay below, and the camera-rigged craft quickly took up a fixed hovering position to take it all in.

Rowan looked up at the voyeuristic vehicle in dismay, and then realized she was giving the Peeping Tom a very clear image of her face. He might be able to identify her! Quickly she looked back down, but fear now gripped her. What if the leering lout remote-piloting the drone had started livestreaming his findings? Hundreds or thousands of people might be even now tuning it to see her naked form, glistening with sweat, captive to strict restraints, an obvious plaything for the lazily lounging Faith. Oh, the complete and utter humiliation of it all! She was positively ablaze with shame over what she'd been reduced to.

Her abject abasement only increased when another drone zipped into sight, then another, and another. Soon, a flock of a half-dozen was orbiting about overhead, jockeying for position to get the best camera angles to fully capture her absolute degradation. She could already visualize the titles for the ensuing video clips as they went viral and spread like wildfire across the Net.

WANTON WENCH WRIGGLES ON ROPE!

HOT TRAMP PUTS ON PERVERT PARTY!

DEBAUCHED DAMSEL DELIGHTS IN DEBASEMENT!

ROWAN MAGNUS OF 123 DOGWOOD LANE AVAILABLE FOR SEX-RENT!

NORDIC GODDESS PLOTS SAVAGE REVENGE AGAINST EVIL ASIAN ABDUCTOR!

Well...probably not that last one.

Get a grip, Rowan! she urged herself, shaking her head.

Emerging from her reverie, she found that there were, of course, no drones at all. But her situation remained the same.

"It's very simple," Faith had told her when rigging her up into this ridiculous plight. "We can take a breather for a bit if you can free yourself here. It should be easy! You just have to sashay on over there, pluck one of the keys, then shimmy on backwards to the other end, and open one of the locks. Then repeat for the second lock!"

The diabolical demoness gave a satisfied smirk.

"Of course," she said, "two of the keys don't match. But maybe you'll get lucky and grab the right two at the very start!"

SMACK!

"Mmph!" Rowan grunted as the demented she-devil gave her ass a firm slap before walking away to settle herself down on the lawn for some relaxing sunbathing.

TWO keys?! With her hands immobilized within the rigid gloves, Rowan didn't know how she would grab even one of them!

"Hey, you need a little encouragement over there, lazybones?" Faith called from behind her. "If you make me get up to provide you with a little motivation, you're gonna regret it!"

Rowan trembled as she heard Faith swish the hated flogger back and forth. Faith had promised her that the next time her bad attitude needed adjustment, that crop would be crashing down upon her very vulnerable tits! The ass-beating had been bad enough!

With a muffled grunt, Rowan began to slowly waddle forward, feeling the rope slide between her thighs, pressing up against her most sensitive place.

Grudgingly she admitted that although it beggared all belief, Faith was currently on top.

But the natural order of things surely would be restored, and then it would be Rowan in charge.

Maybe not today, though, by the looks of it.

But soon!

Probably.

This image of two friends enjoying some carefree playtime together was created on commission for me by lekgolo123 !

The previous pic in this series is found here:

Mature Content