The girls find themselves trussed hand and foot. They try to speak but discover their mouths are bound tightly with strips of white cloth. They mumble in vain and try desperately to loosen their bonds as they hear the creak of stairs, and suddenly, the door to the gloomy room they’ve been stashed in is opened and they are face to face with this demented, hulking menace who clearly doesn’t take kindly to hot chicks entering his home...
It's a universal thought: “What is he going to DO with us...??”
The storm rages outside while two gorgeous blondes, their car stuck fast in a mud bank at the bottom of the hill, have hiked up to a strange old house, through a stand of trees and marshland. A single light burns through a shuttered window on the third floor. Somebody is home, and perhaps they can use their telephone – their cellular reception being completely useless out here. A landline connecting the to the rest of the world would be just what they need right about now...
Having found the front door unusually ajar, the girls, played her by the delicious Brook and Daisy, enter the dark house, using flashlights they found in the porch... Hmmmm... IS there somebody here, or not? It’s way too quiet, with only the sounds of the whipping wind and the lashing rain outside for company... They set off upstairs, wielding those torches against the unknown, and wondering why some, but not all, of the electrics around here are not working. Not suspecting a trap – they’re trusting sorts - the babes move through the old place, and something.... moves with them...
Suddenly, a dark figure detaches itself from the shadows and pounce on the beautifully Daisy. She cannot call out for help as a strong hand covers her mouth. The mmmmpphhhing cutie, unheard by her busty, jeans-clad pal, is propelled away, and soon enough, pretty Brook meets a similar accosting!
Now, the girls are bound and gagged in a dark, eerie room full of masks and dressmakers’ items. They do not know it yet – though clearly all the signs are there – that they have stumbled into the former home of Oswald J Matthews, a master mask maker and now no longer on this plain of existence. Who then is the mystery phantom who has them all captured and now enters the room to silently bind more ropes around their bodies!
When he is gone, they try again and again to get free, variously hopping around, delightfully barefoot in their tight jeans, and rolling around trying to saw away at their wrist ropes on something sharp. But so far, all is dull here... And now, their antics cause further problems!
Having heard the commotion, the creepy villain soon attends to them, stripping their jeans and panties away from their juicy rumps as he feels them up, hogties and even binds their sexy toes with twine. Now, they are even more powerless, and terrified, as the weird, silent assailant leaves them to struggle, most energetically. The girls, stripped half naked, bump and grind and thrust their pussies and thick big tits around as the rain beats down outside and they wonder if rescue will ever come...
Never fear, ladies, even if there isn’t an immediate rescue coming, we know plenty of others who will be... “Mmmmmrrrrmmmppphhhh” Oh, make your gag talk sweet for us, Girlies. It’s what we ALL want, as you bend and shape your beautiful, roped up bodies in this sinister house of doom which we actually rather enjoy, right? A great, super-exciting old school detective gagged morsel for you, and you are most welcome, faithful viewers...
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