Chapter 121

When they had finished, Abigail's arms were very securely strapped both together and to her own body, tightly behind her back, from wrist to elbow, completely useless. She could wiggle her hands, but she couldn't reach any of the ties or buckles. The two brothers stepped back to admire their handiwork. Abigail teetered on her high heels, her balance affected by the tight, unnatural position of her pinned arms. Her large breasts thrust out in front of her, a point not lost to both men. They couldn't help ogling the pretty girl in white, all trussed up in front of them. She looked like a captured rabbit in the headlights and didn't seem to know what to do next, as she eyed them with wide-eyed innocence.