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The man grabbed me by my ponytail and XXXX me into the office. When he orders me to take off my shirt, I do as he says, wanting to avoid any injuries from this brute of a man. I unbutton as fast as I can and drop the shirt to the floor. When he asks me to take off my bra, I hesitate, but I don't have a choice. I slide the straps off my shoulders and unclasp the back, but I keep it held against my breasts. He pulls my hair harder and tells me to drop it. I do and cover my exposed breasts with my hands.

The man pushes me back, XXXX me to sit down on the desk. He pulls my arms away from my breasts and ties my wrists side by side in front of me. I whimper and ask him why he's doing this to me, begging him to let me go. I try to keep myself covered and am taken by surprise when he stuffs a giant red ball gag in my mouth. He tightens it until I squeal loudly behind it. He lifts my arms up, pulling my wrists behind my head, making me vulnerable. He takes advantage of this by running his hands over my body and bare breasts. He rocks me backwards and my legs come up to try to cover myself the best that I can. He uses another rope to tie my ankles together so they are crossed. I look towards the door, trying to figure out how I'm going to get there when he lets go of me.

I thought he was done but he just keeps adding more rope. He lashes my legs together just below my knees and then repositions my body. I'm bent over the edge of the desk, my breasts pressed into the cold wood desktop, and my arms outstretched in front of me. He ties my wrists to the opposite side of the desk from my feet. He pulls my skirt up and runs his hand over my ass and legs. There's nothing I can do to stop him. The next rope goes around my waist. He lifts my ankles off the ground and ties them in the air with the waist rope. I'm now supported by my hips on the edge of the desk and my outstretched arms. I try to relieve some of the pressure on my hips and raise my legs up. He doesn't like that much movement, so he ties my knees down to the bottom of the desk. It grinds my hips into the corner of the desk and I cry out loudly. He's not quite done yet. He adds a rope in my hair and ties it back to my lower half XXXX my head back sharply. When I think things can't get any worse, the man leaves, and I'm stuck wondering exactly how long I'll have to stay in the awful position before someone finds me.