Once he had caught his breath again, Aaron smiled and spoke up cheerfully, "Right, well, I'm afraid I have some things I need to do today," he walked over to a crate, and came back with a length of sturdy rope, which he began to coil around the base of Kriss's breasts, "but I'll be back before you know it, I'll be back, and we can get you ready to go home." As he said this, Aaron yanked hard on the rope, pulling the slip knots he had made tight and crushing her breasts till they were only a few inches across at the base. Once he was sure it was secure, he tossed the other end of the rope over a ceiling beam, and yanked on it, dragging Kriss up onto her tip toes but her bound breasts. Finally he tied it off on one of the support pillars.<br/><br/>He then took a moment to eye Kriss up and down; it was quite amusing, the last he had seen her, she had been a beautiful young woman, now she barely seemed human. At any rate, she wasn't going anywhere, not without wrenching her own tits off.