Nick is bound in the clutches of Buff Blondie. Her legs locked into his bound arms, so he can't escape. She firmly clasps her soft, but powerful hands over his mouth and holds tightly as he writhes, in pain. He begs as her palms leave his lips, and her muscular arm slips around his neck, choking the air out of him like a boa constrictor. Whispering in his ear, "go to bed, sweetheart" as he suffers in her grasp.

Nick is bound in the clutches of Buff Blondie. Her legs locked into his bound arms, so he can't escape. She firmly clasps her soft, but powerful hands over his mouth and holds tightly as he writhes, in pain. He begs as her palms leave his lips, and her muscular arm slips around his neck, choking the air out of him like a boa constrictor. Whispering in his ear, "go to bed, sweetheart" as he suffers in her grasp.