Jenny's eyes widen in shock as the cash machine doors slam shut, trapping her in a cocoon of ropes. Sabrina Banks, her captor, appears, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "You're not getting away that easily, little one," she purrs, running a finger along Jenny's quivering lips. She binds Jenny's wrists and ankles, leaving her legs splayed and vulnerable. Sabrina takes her time, tormenting Jenny with the tip of her tongue, her fingers, her breasts, but never quite giving her the relief she craves. Jenny's moans fill the room, echoing against the cold, hard metal of the ATM, as Sabrina's expert teasing reduces her to a squirming, begging mess.