>>1793448You give your breasts a little shake, trying to look like you're having fun and not to let your toes curl in mortification. Being bound naked to an office chair in front of a target is a worst-case scenario for you, but to all appearances you're having a wonderful time. "I do this kind of thing in my spare time," you say, brazenly.
"There's worse things I could do to you, you know."
"Please, go right ahead."
Moto hesitates. "You know what? I think I should get Chrys over here. If what you're saying is true, we can't torture you properly, but we still can't let you go. If it's not... well, I'll figure out some way to make it up to her. Shouldn't be hard." Her finger's creeping closer to the trigger of the controller as she speaks. You watch it with well-disguised trepidation.
As she shoves you aboard the mixed carriage, the conductor apologizes to you that all the ladies' ones were full. You don't mind, but you wish you'd had enough money to pay for a train ticket, instead of having to trade your clothes for one. Three hours is a long time to spend in just your striped blue panties.
"I could have sworn I saw you blush."
"Of course I blushed," you say. "If you don't blush it's no fun. Give me another."
You're not sure why the other girls just gasped in horror. You just set some kind of record for the high school polevaulting championship. Surely that's something to be proud of? It makes no sense to you until you look back and see your bloomers and panties lying on the mat.
Moto's in the other room, talking on her phone again. You try to shake off the lingering memory of that horribly-real dream sensation of standing in front of an utterly silent stadium audience, face glowing, naked below the waist, and give your restraints a tug. They won't budge. Perhaps with enough time you could manage it, but right now you're staying attached to this chair. The lockpick's gone with Moto. And Chrys ought to be on her way over.
