The humiliated beauties glare at their fiendish captor as he delights himself, a silent mime who looks strangely familiar, by taunting the heavily bound and cgagged captives - with a bigass pink feather! The shinty, latex-clad goddesses buck hard at their knotty bonds and the things they would DO to this Creeper, if loose. But, one thing they are not right now, is loose, all roped up as their asses are like gifts, lashed tightly to office chairs. The maniacal fiend who has them cavorts away and leave the tied up ladies to mumble out some epic plot which we think SEEMS to involve them bouncing those chairs around and trying, most urgently to use that big red phone, insultingly nearby... Good luck, ladies, we are rooting for your cause, in our own, highly aroused way!
It all began with a tip-off regarding the dark secrets an incarcerated inmate at McSwain Mental Asylum may or may not have entombed up at Wrigglers Ranch, an out-of-the way place near Moribund Swamp. With the bad guy still sporting is trade mark mohawk, that even large rubber masks can’t seem to contain - is detained, the striking Latex Avengers have headed on out there to see what they can uncover. Problem is, Mr Ronald J Mohawk has just escaped, and having stolen a clown outfit and mask from, ahem, somebody – as these lunatics are wont to do - he has commandeered a delivery van and come.... HOME. And guess what he finds there, snooping their big shiny, rubber—clad rumps around his place... Yep! Now, should he.... handgag them both and tie them up?! Hey presto, his TERRIFYing wish, is our command... Go get ‘em, Mohawk!
The meddling, big-boobied catsuit bitches will need to be relocated and made extra quiet and he has just the thing for their asses...
Soon, with the amazon having been caught going for that phone already, the ladies are bound with white ropes in chairs. Their demented captor is cramming their mouths with handkerchiefs before busying himself with wrapping their lower faces and heads also, to true cheek-busting levels! This is going to be intense... The beautiful agents find themselves tightly bound and gagged in an under-renovation chamber of the hotel. They are feverishly working those seats and straining like crazy to detach any of those ultra-tight tape bond – to zero avail!
Cheeks bulge and eyes widen in shock at the jumbo face gaggings they’ve been subjected to. The maniac is off no doubt... well, being a maniac... while the girls bounce and twist around heavily – and we mean it – bound up and gagged to their chairs, we catch them from a variety of wonderful angles and spend some really quality time going deep with them. Clearly, both are in big trouble and they know it!
Left alone, our babes seriously go for it. It’s a great, high tension chair struggle replete with going for the nicely out-of-reach phone routine. Our comely Avengers are so hot going hard at their bonds, desperate for escape, but they don’t get anywhere close. The escaped madman has already indicated that they are in for quite the trick if they fail to gain their treat - escape! They wonder just what this might be, as they urgently squirm in their chairs.
It's no use, those ropes won’t budge, and their arms and legs are getting numb. They are not getting out of this. So, here’s hoping the Agency Ops catch up with them and rescue them because we don’t trust these smugglers as far as we can throw them, and judging from the frantic, chair bouncing histrionics and looks of dread, neither do they. What another wickedly TIGHT scene in the run up to All Hallow’s Eve this is.
***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***
