This choice: She needs to get some tacos first...she leaves you tied up. Can you escape? • Go Back...Chapter #5She needs to get some tacos first...she leaves ... by: btal   "I think I left some tacos in the fridge. That should be fun! I'll be right back, my little boytoy!"
Angela gives a playful buttdrop on your chest, knocking the wind out of you. As she walks away, her hips sway in such a way you'd find sultry if it were just about anyone else. When the door shuts behind her, you immediately start pulling at your bindings. They're loose! You fiddle back and forth with them and manage to get an arm free! Wait...did she do a terrible job at this or did she actually think you were enjoying it and wouldn't try to escape?
No matter. With an arm free, it's not long before you free your other limbs. You quietly stand up and sneak to the door. There's no keyhole to peer through, but the door's locked anyway. Figures. You look to the window. It can't be opened; it's also on the second floor.
"Niiiick, I'm coming back with lunch!" She sings up the stairs. You look back and forth between the door and window; you consider breaking the window open and jumping out, but your hesitation damns you. You hear the lock come undone and freeze, backed into the corner...the door opens and Angela comes in with a plate of tacos, covered in melted cheese, l
"Aw, were you that excited for lunch? Sorry to lock you in there, darling, but can't be too careful!"
She seems completely oblivious as she gently sets the plate down on the dresser. You're so stricken by her demeanor that you don't even react when she steps right up to you. Her knee swiftly rises, pounding you in the crotch; you immediately crumple in pain. Humming to herself, Angela picks you up off the floor, places you back on the bed, and sits on your legs while she refastens your wrist bindings, this time extra tight. She spins around, landing heavily on your already-sore balls and ties up your ankles.
"No more escapes this time!" she sings, still in that bubbly voice. "Now time for lunch!"
Angela grabs the plate of cheesy tacos and returns to you, sitting high on your chest. Her weight is oppressive, but you can still breathe albeit with some difficulty. Angela places the plate beside you and picks up a taco. She looks at it and wonders aloud, "Maybe this much cheese was a bad idea...I love it so much, but I'm lactose intolerant. Oh well, you'll still think I'm sexy, won't you?"
Suddenly, you feel a warmth where she's sitting and realize she released a silent fart on you. Pretty soon, that awful sulphur smell from her flatulance bears down on you. You pull at your bonds, but it's no use. Her gas is making you feel nauseous. Seeing you struggle, Angela giggles "aw, do you want some too?" she takes a healthy bite of the taco in her hand and leans over, chewing messily in your face. A few crumbs fall on you as she does. "Sure thing, babe!" | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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