Chapter Sixteen
Captive
Ann Norquist had never been tied up in her life, either for fun or for controlled restraint, and she was not enjoying it now. She wasn’t sure which emotion was taking control, pure panic from being forcibly restrained or the shame and embarrassment from having strangers manhandling her and treating her like a sack of potatoes.
Her wrists and ankles were tightly tied to the armrests and base of the steel chair. Her mouth was filled with a bad-tasting and disgusting rubber object that felt like a man’s p***s and her eyes were sealed shut with some sort of elastic band that encircled her head. Her long, frosted, silver blond hair was pulled back into a tight single braid and tied with thin nylon line to more rope that went around her chest several times, above and
