Raylee-1

She thought they were going to fuck her, but instead they tied her up. They started with her arms, the thick rope starting at her wrists, but it didn’t stop there. It went all the way up her arms, tied around, then moved up to the next spot, until her arms were bound at least six different places.
Then they went to her legs, Raylee afraid, but they tied her ankles together tight. Then another rope was around her thighs, Raylee feeling a little better that they didn’t spread her legs. The rope from her ankles were pulled tight and then it was tied to her wrists, but not before they pulled hard and her legs were pulled behind her and her back was bowed. Two ropes were wrapped around her body, one below her breasts and the other above, not sure why, but it held her breasts tightly confined.

She gasped when she was pulled up from the floor, but she was only carried a few feet to the coffee table. They lay her down on the hard wooden table, her body half on her side. Then they disappeared from her sight, but not before a warning not to say a word. It was a long time, thought it actuality, it was probably only minutes, the room so silent as she squirmed on the hard table. The ropes were tight, Raylee helpless with two strange men in her house. She was afraid of the unknown. She saw him walk into the room, tall, over six feet, heavy set, but it was muscles. He wore a ski mask on his face, making him look more dangerous. Now she knew why she was bound on the table with her mouth ungagged.