As your eyes flutter open you find yourself in a poorly lit room. Behind you is the sound of voices chanting in some language that sounds vaguely latin. An odd outbust of giggles is quickly muted.
You strain to make out more details, but even now you're more awake, there isn't much to see.
To be honest you are relieved to hear girls voices. As you are bound rather securely to a chair. As you concentrate you can make out short snatches of conversation...
It'll never work....
It's only fun...
And other girlish chatter.
The girls have been having fun while you were unconscious. Your shirt has been unbuttoned down to your waist. The ropes holding you to the back of the chair itch as they pull at your chest hair. The ropes around your ankles and arms are more than enough to hold you in place.
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