That was rude of them, before... Now, they’re having some down time. Both hot attitude-bitches, mouths tightly taped, eyes wide and brimming with rage, squirm urgently trussed and banded! Their sleek leather bike-boots thump the floor as they struggle, twitching away in the gloom. They mumble incoherently, keen for their immediate release, but their little spook-lesson is just beginning.... You never should have come here this sinister eve, Bimbos, and now you are finding this OUT!
Two smokin’ hot biker chicks are about to stumble into a world of trouble and some might say this is...
That was rude of them, before... Now, they’re having some down time. Both hot attitude-bitches, mouths tightly taped, eyes wide and brimming with rage, squirm urgently trussed and banded! Their sleek leather bike-boots thump the floor as they struggle, twitching away in the gloom. They mumble incoherently, keen for their immediate release, but their little spook-lesson is just beginning.... You never should have come here this sinister eve, Bimbos, and now you are finding this OUT!
Two smokin’ hot biker chicks are about to stumble into a world of trouble and some might say this is precisely what karma had in store for their denim-clad asses as they arrive at an out-of-the-way B&B known as Hallow Inn. Cute, especially at this, aheam, time of year... The ladies, unimpressed, impose themselves upon arrival upon the soft-spoken mistress of the motel, who regrettably informs them they have no vacancies... Now, do you honestly think THIS pair are going to take that news well...?
Shoving past the woman, who scampers away, the girls make themselves right at home. Oh, if only they could know that even now, the proprietor is having a hushed conversation with somebody she calls ‘Arthur’ and we’ll be finding out all about HIM soon enough... Seems these unruly girls need to be taught the error of their ways as the malign duo have decided to let just ne more room on this dread-filled night...
Caught unawares – what happened to Charlie?? – fat-mouth Ms Foxx gets sacked, bagged and tagged as she grinds her tight rump against her captor – a bizarre clown who looks vaguely familiar in the current era...
We find the girls struggling around now, bound and gagged with silver tape bound exceptionally tightly over their feisty, impudent traps. Our impertinent bimbettes are seated on the hard, boarded floor, looking like they don’t know quite what hit them as they struggle and squirm, clearly having a tough time with their sticky gags. As they regard one another with round eyes, unable to utter a word, the frantic babes squiggle about, continually attempting to speak, as if they might understand a word of it. Their thoughts are clearly running rampant, uncertain of their fate up at this old place. Well, they suppose they WERE pretty rude, and throwing their respective weights about this house!
Suddenly, the cavorting clown is back, and without a word, he hoods and drags OFF the wriggling cuties! They mmmmpppphhhhhh passionately as he toys with their trussed bodies and shoves them just about as rudely as possible, into brutish hogties – plus those hoods. Nice, and will serve them right indeed...
Now, and again caught from different angles (wonderful cameras) the focus is on our bouncy bikers rolling about against one another, apparently, as if this might somehow lead to an escape. It doesn’t quite work out that way and the bound and gagged beauties continue to rant and rave into their cheek-bulging tapegags, bucking around uselessly, completely held in their tape hogties. Don’t get too afraid up here, will you, Ladies? Could be quite sometime before you are let loose again – and that’s if you’re lucky! Plain enough for you both? And, to think, if only they had pleasantly accepted the clearly psychotic Lady of the Inn’s polite declining of their company this dark and blowy night?? Mwuhahahahaha.
***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***
