Raven Lynette found herself in a rather precarious predicament. She slowly realized that she was hogtied on the bed, her wrists and ankles tightly shackled together with cold metal handcuffs. The flimsy silky slip she wore provided no protection from the harsh restraints digging into her delicate skin. Confusion and panic rose in her throat as she struggled against the bonds, but they only seemed to tighten.

Her muffled cries were stifled by a strange contraption strapped over her face. A rubber bulb was nestled between her teeth and lips, held in place by the leather device. She soon learned the true purpose of this sinister gag. A few quick pumps and the bulb began to expand, stretching her mouth painfully wide. Raven's eyes bulged in terror as she realized she could no longer let out a peep. A few more pumps and she found it impossible to draw breath. The inflatable gag could c*mpletely cut off her air supply.

Raven's captor toyed with her mercilessly, pumping the gag until she teetered on the edge of fear before releasing it slightly, only to repeat the cruel cycle. He seemed to take great pleasure in watching her squirm and gasp. Finally, he grew bored and left her there on the bed, br*tally hogtied and silenced.

As her mind raced, Raven noticed her tormentor had carelessly left his cell phone on the mattress. Hope sprang to life in her chest. If she could just reach it, maybe she could c*ll for help. Wiggling her bound arms and legs with great effort, she slowly inched her way across the bed towards the phone.

It seemed to take an eternity, every move sending sh*oting p*ins through her restricted limbs. Sweat poured down her face, plastering her dark hair to her perfect features. Just as her nose finally made contact with the screen, Raven heard the door open. Her captor had returned.

"Naughty girl," he taunted, picking up the phone and pumping her gag viciously. "Trying to escape?"

He pressed the phone to her bulging cheek and pretended to make a c*ll. "911, what's your emergency?"

Raven's muffled squeals were barely audible, her face purple from lack of oxygen. Her captor chuckled darkly.

"Sorry officer, wrong number," he said before hanging up. Grabbing the vibrator, he turned his attention to her bound, helpless form.

Alternating between pumping her gag to the point of panic and teasing her most sensitive areas, he subjected Raven to a cyclone of t*rment and pleasure. She was utterly at his mercy, a sexy plaything to be used as he pleased.

As Raven floated between blacking out and writhing in reluctant ecstasy, one thought echoed in her mind - she had to escape. But how could she possibly break free of these unforgiving bonds and her captor's twisted games? Only time would tell if she could outsmart him...

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