Simpsons Porn Story: It Wasnt Me Chapter 1
Bart groaned and struggled, attempting to loosen the ropes that bound him to an uncomfortable wooden chair. However the rough ropes only tightened and dug in to his wrists more, causing him to be glad that the ropes around his ankles werent as tight. He moved his feet slightly, trying to sit up more and stretch. He had no idea how long he had been here, but he knew he had been unconscious for a while.
He looked around the room he was in with his one good eye. His other eye was too bruised to see much out of it. He realised he was in the middle a small cell like room with a dim light in the corner, giving the only light. The rest of the room was empty. In front of him was a massive door, probably made of a strong wood, with an iron handle on. He figured it was probably locked though and with no windows or even a way to get away from the chair he figured that he had no means of escape.
