The time dragged along slowly. Two hours was a long time to be naked and bound, unable to see the advancing light through the window to measure time. Intermittently, Anna continued to struggle at her confinements. What she would do if she got them loose, she didn’t think about. Her revulsion at being trussed and helpless was so strong that it overwhelmed all rational thought. After a while, though, the hopelessness of her efforts came home to her. She had to endure the cruel, offensive bindings for as long as her masters wanted. A huge, empty pit in her stomach, she finally surrendered to their power over her.
Although she hated being helpless and bound, the gag in her mouth was even worse. It was a continual, hateful presence. She could lie still and ignore, for a few minutes at least, t
