<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://wallpaper.pickywallpapers.com/nokia-n8/auto-assault-girl.jpg)<br/><strong>Kriss</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</div>  <strong>Location:</strong> Steve's car<br/>  <strong>Summary:</strong> Helplessly and cruelly hogtied<br/>  <strong>Tagged: </strong> Steve<br/><hr/></div>With the chain even tighter than before, Kriss could hardly move at all. As she recovered from the shock, her main concern turned to prevent the severe hogtie to completely strangle her. She had to keep her body arched, which meant pulling on the muscles of her back as there was nothing else she could do to release the tension on her throat. Her mouth was open with her tongue slightly protruding. Her eyes were staring at nothing in particular, and indeed she could not see much through her tears. The posture was forcing her breasts to jut forward and threaten her shirt to explode under their pressure.<br/><br/>She did not see much of what had happened near the bus as Steve carried her to his car, nor did she react much. Unbeknownst to her, this won her the front position. She was stuffed in front of the passenger seat, on the greasy floor of the car. The crampedness of the space was allowing her to rest her knees and breasts on opposite supports, which removed from her spine muscles some of the burden of staying arched. At last she could breathe a little easier. Her breath was hissing and panting through her constricted throat.<br/><br/>She could feel the engine in her body as it roared to life, as well as every bump and turn of the desert road as Steve drove to some unknown destination. The desperate nature of her situation was slowly engulfing her as time passed. She had failed everything. Failed to escape, failed to warn her comrades and failed to die. Hers was the worst situation that could be imagined: helpless in the hands of cruel raiders of an enemy gang, with no way, yet, to put an end to her own life.