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[thy_heroine]

Doris has yet to become accustomed to this place. The hotel's constant need to shakes things up doesn't help her frazzled nerves, and she's completely forgotten about ever returning home at this point. It's no surprise that whomever walks into her room will find something extremely worthwhile.

There, on the carpeted floor, lies Doris. However, she

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[thy_heroine]

She winced a little when he picked her up and placed her on the bed. It was more comfortable than the floor, but the straps were beginning to dig into her skin, and the one around her neck was becoming tighter within the second.

She let out an audible gasp when the gag was removed and shivered when his hand caressed her leg. The flowers in the room have been doing a good job at keeping her senese extremely sensitive, so even the slightest touch would set her off.

"D- Doris...," she gasps as another shiver passed through her. The way she was bound was quite interesting: her hands behind her back, her ankles stuck together and the strap that was around her neck was also connected to one that circled around her breasts, squeezing them and cutting off the circulation, making the tips purple and cold. Along with that, there was a thicker strap that went between her legs and was snugged between her folds which were wet, along with the other end in between her ass.

The more she moved, the more she was able to alleviate the friction down there, but at the same time, it applied pressure to the strap around her neck.