
Body Pump (chapter three) ‘The Tables Turned’
The Brute still groggy was trying to get to his feet, unsuccessfully! Of course, we helped him. I took one of his thick wrists and snapped a cuff around it, Kat, the other. As he pushed himself up groaning in his unstable state, Kat and I simultaneously attached the other end of the cuff to a pipe either side of him. “Huh!” He murmured pulling on the cuffs. Before he realised it, we had cuffed his ankles as well. We now had him spread-eagled! Coming back to his senses, he shouted! “What the fuck!” But before he could say any more, Kat stuck the red ball of the bondage gag in his mouth and did up the strap. He gurgled something unintelligible! Continue reading Body Pump (chapter three) ‘The Tables Turned’