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Amy woke up with a massive headache. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a dark room, metallic walls surrounding her in every direction. “Mmgh…” she mumbled, wondering where she was and what she did last night to get into this situation.  That was, until she realized she couldn’t talk. “Mpph?!” Nor could she move. “MMMPH!” Suddenly awake, she looked down at herself, straining her head to see better. She was dressed in black latex from the neck down, like something out of a fetish dungeon, and strapped to a metal chair with her legs spread apart, also seemingly out of a fetish dungeon. Amy wondered if she had accidentally stumbled into one of those last night, but that didn’t sound like something she would do. She wasn’t the type to get drunk. Had they taken her in her sleep? She was pretty sure fetish dungeons didn’t have a habit of doing that.  Each of her limbs was bound separately with thick leather straps, her arms to the arm rests and her legs to those of the chair.