#26491 - Her last lifeline. The beauty was that between levers she was helpless to stop the rollers or the saw, even with a free arm and the log was too heavy for her to move just by rocking side to side. Tifa smiled to herself again and began tying herself to it, nice strong knots on her ankles, a tight rope across her waist which then crossed between her breasts for added stimulation, and several knots up her right arm, on her wrist, elbow and shoulder, so by the time she was finished she was forced into a lying position, already dripping wet from preparation of this moment, the ropes, the saw, the feeling of the rough bark against her back, the way she was obscenely tied, legs spread to the log, at the mercy of the jaws of the saw.
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