"Up boy."
You feel yourself being pulled up into her firm grasp as she shoves a ballgag in your mouth, and puts you in a bag that she hands to an employee to take to her car. Struggling, you scream into the gag, but are put in the trunk anyway.
When she returns to the car, she hears you in the trunk. "Shh, I need my quiet time," she says, smothering you with her hands and some chloroform, until you pass out with the smell of the drug and her nail polish filling your nostrils.
When you come too, you are shackled to a chair in the ground.
"Don't you love ring gags?" Nicki asks, getting wet at seeing you in the ground. She spits in your mouth a few times, before taking her now wet panties as well as her sweaty socks and shoving them in. "Let's make sure those don't fall out," she says, putting a roll of tape over the gag. She leaves you for a bit, to make you feel well adjusted to your new home.
An hour later, she finds you still in the ground, crying and chewing on her garments.
"Now it's time to..."
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