"Wait!" Ashley screams as the first handler starts to cut her small shorts. "I need those. I'll still need those when this is over. They're really hard to replace. Just let me strip and fold my clothes up. I promise not to try anything. I'm not stupid. There's two of you and I'm in this locked room. It isn't much to ask, is it, considering? You've kidnapped me. You or someone is going to rape me in the barn. Just let me take off my own clothes first? It's such a little thing to you but it'll be a big hassle for me when this is over."
As Ashley's clothes were cut off, her tan lines were clearly revealed. They weren't clear lines like one would see on a girl used to bathing suits. It was sort of a gradual shift from her fair, white buttocks to her tanned, dark, muscled leg, showing where the shorts sometimes road up, exposing her thighs to more sun than her tush.
"Just let me stretch my arms first." Ashley says, straining against the stocks in which her head is firmly positioned as the men move to bind her arms, forcing the powerful limbs together from the elbows down. "Ow! That hurts! Oh, shit. Oh, shit..."
"At least get me a glass of water." Ashley says, her last request before she goes silent and waits to be releashed from the stocks, naked in collar, shinguards, socks and cleats and marched around. However, just as the men move to move her, she asks a simple question. "Why me?"