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I imagine what it would be like to come upon this girl on a summer walk.
I would take pity on her, and tell her I'll work to get her free. First I take the fan away and place it on the ground to keep it out of the way. Next I explain to her that I'm going to have to remove her bra, because the key's connected to it. Maybe I hear muffled protestations, maybe not. Regardless I go to the back and undo her bra and take it into my hand. She's now completely exposed, but I promise her she's safe and I won't let anything bad happen to her. Then I go on my tiptoes and attempt to unlock her hands. The key goes in, but doesn't turn right. Looks like the perpetrator gave a fake key. Time for plan B: I find her something to sit on, which lets her rest her legs, though it also forces her legs to spread wide. I leave her for a few minutes while I look for scissors. When I get back, I let her know that I didn't abandon her and I won't sleep until she's free. I ask her to stand up again and put her against a column. Then one hand cups her right breast for support as the other uses the scissors with a great deal of force to cut through the duct tape. Eventually I get through, and I tell her she's almost free, giving each breast a congratulatory squeeze. I lift off her dress so her face is visible, ans the only thing left to free is her hands. By this point an audience has developed, but I pay them no heed, focusing purely on how to free the girl. I try using the scissors to cut open the tape at the top, but it's too tough to break. She can talk to me now, though her face is bright red. When I put my ear to her mouth she whispers that the key is inside her. My hands are dirty, so I sit her on my shoulders facing me, and let her lean back some. Then with my tongue I explore her personal cavity, finding the very small key and pulling it out. After that it goes quickly - her hands are freed and I carry her naked body safely home in my embrace.
