CAPTIVE . . .

 

 

I continued to struggle against my rope prison, screaming into my gag and begging with my eyes at every person who entered my room . . . my cell . . . yet no one was giving me a second thought . . . whispering to each other, pointing, staring and then leaving me as helpless as when they first came in here . . . maybe even a little more helpless as one more bit of my hope for freedom dies as they leave . . .

 

A scantly clad young Girl, being held as a Helpless Captive right out in the open . . . for all to see . . . still, nobody even checks if I'm ok or need any help? . . . WTF is wrong with these people!!! I've been in one helpless position or another every day for almost a week and no one is doing anything about it . . .

 

This time, I have to admit I do like the layered mini skirt they made me wear and the tight black tank top is me also . . . the shoes . . . not my favorite, but at least I don't need to be standing up in them . . . dammit! I'm losing it here as the same group of three guys comes in for a forth time this week to stare for a moment before discussing my situation.

 

"Before today, my favorite was when they had her tied to that old chair . . . I mean, that was the classic tie for a sexy girl being held against her will. But after seeing the rope work they did around her breasts today, this is my new favorite. Look at the way they've pulled her elbows together . . . it's hard to believe she can handle it . . . but it sure makes her nice tits stick out even further"

 

Trying to move towards them, I'm held back by the short rope looped through the large eye screw in the wood trim behind me. It just happens to run to the rope between my elbows, so when I pulled, it forced me to push my breasts out further at the worst possible time. The guys all noticed and one said, "Yeah, Baby! Push them out even more! . . . Me likey!" Asshole!

 

Dammit! Fucking Help me already! "MMMMLP MMO!" was the closest I could get to Help Me with my ball gag being so tight . . . I make direct eye contact with the talkative one . . . showing as much fear in my eyes as possible . . .

 

They weren't leaving so I jerked, pulled, shook my head and grunted hard "GGGHH GGHHHH!" Still had his attention . . . maybe I finally connected with someone who'll help me, who'll save me! Pleeeeease!!!

 

"Guys, maybe this is real? . . . I mean, look at her! . . . She totally is begging us to save her . . . maybe we should untie her???" He's actually walking closer to me to let me free!!! And then his friend grabs his shoulder and pulls him back . . . Noooo!!!

 

"Dude! You Can't Touch Her! You can't touch any of them; remember what the Warning Signs said at the Entrance. By Entering the 'Hyper-Realistic Horror Hotel' you are agreeing to not Touch or Harm Any of Our Actors - Under Penalty of Law'"

 

The third guy chimes in, "She's hands down, not only the Sexiest but she's also the Best Actor in the place. Dude! She even had you fooled into thinking she was actually tied up helpless . . . can't believe you sometimes." Fuck! Everyone thinks I'm Acting! That's why no one is helping me!

 

As they leave I can hear the one mention to his friends, "Can't wait to see how they tie her up tomorrow . . . hope they have her showing even more skin." Once again, I'm alone to struggle some more. Now I have a new struggle though, how do I convince anyone I'm not Acting???? . . . a little more hope dies . . .