A large black cloth is shoved into my squealing mouth, and blue vetwrap is wound around my head, securing the rag, and muffling my whines. I struggle with Mr Ogre, but there is little I can do with my elbows tightly bound behind me. He lifts me up and settles me into the trunk of a little red car. Pulling my legs out, he binds my ankles, hooking the rope around the heels of my mary janes. Another length of rope is lashed around my upper knees, and my legs are pushed into the vehicle. I fish around for anything I can use as a weapon, and jab at my assailant with a metal bar. Mr Ogre easily r... Show more