An overseas syndicate needed to get several million euros worth of gold from where it was to Cayman Islands in somewhat discreet manner. They needed someone who was strong, since the amount of gold was rather heavy, as well as someone who would look like a regular visitor to the Caymans. Angel fit the bill on both counts. Sexy and svelte, she was, in fact, a regular visitor to the Caymans, and of course, Angel was quite strong.

Before Angel's trip, one of the lower-level thugs in the syndicate let it slip that Angel would be bringing a bunch of gold on her trip. Angel, upon hearing...

An overseas syndicate needed to get several million euros worth of gold from where it was to Cayman Islands in somewhat discreet manner. They needed someone who was strong, since the amount of gold was rather heavy, as well as someone who would look like a regular visitor to the Caymans. Angel fit the bill on both counts. Sexy and svelte, she was, in fact, a regular visitor to the Caymans, and of course, Angel was quite strong.

Before Angel's trip, one of the lower-level thugs in the syndicate let it slip that Angel would be bringing a bunch of gold on her trip. Angel, upon hearing this, thought she could slip away with the gold, but a large, successful syndicate like this had ways of tracking their gold and found Angel on the beach on Grand Cayman with the gold in her hotel suite.

Now Angel is tied up spreadeagle in her suite, atop the breakfast table in the bikini she was wearing on the beach. Suspended above her, hanging by a fraying rope, is the case with the gold inside. It was hanging right over her waist as the syndicate thugs watched. The rope holding the case up kept getting weaker and weaker, but the ropes on Angel's wrists and ankles did not get any weaker. She begged into the gag, knowing that dropping that much weight on her abdomen would be a painful way for them to bring about her end.

The rope kept fraying, Angel kept struggling. Was this going to be end of Angel?