It's Halloween, and lovely Casey is MISSING! And, there’s a problem here, much larger than a dubious supernatural occurrence allegedly repeated down through the decades - fodder for a riveting read! But, beyond these walls, a menacing presence of the all too human variety is making itself busy! With the chicks all bound up and gagged, the silent goon in control of proceedings has options! Meanwhile, the trussed girls think they do too... The reality is, all they can do is struggle and strain at the thick handkerchiefs tied between their teeth! Oh, there’s a LOT of hot gag noises and the suited stunners get themselves into hot, shape-bending waters to put it mildly, this Hallow’s Eve. When it looks like they might have a chance at getting each other untied, silly Ms Brook makes the mistake of thumping too loudly on the floor of the second-floor bedroom the crooks have stashed them in. Watch out, Girls. He's coming...
It should have been a mildly amusing, adventure-laden scoop, reporting on a lycanthrope legend which permeates the old Keep. Assigned by their editor, Hugh Marsten, to elucidate (or fabricate) where necessary and write up an intriguing feature for the coming Sunday supplement; the gorgeous, long-legged reporters are in! Smart business suit and gleaming stilettos are the uniform of the day and the beautiful blondes sure fill these well. Now it’s time to... let themselves inside...
No sign of anybody, so the ladies enter anyway. As she moves through the darkened house, drawn to the upper floors, she several times thinks she hears a stealthy noise, and several times she ignores it, at her peril! If only she knew that behind all of this foolishness is in fact the owner of the Keep, at least on paper – a Colonel Stephen Muskrat. The Colonel doesn’t like medlers in his more, should we say, criminal endeavours, and so his ready, willing, and more than capable top good, Mungo, is let loose on their asses!
Knowing none of this, the comely beauties shine their flashlights and split up, inevitably...
Leaping out at gorgeous Ms Casey from behind, a deranged tiger-mask – didn’t they have werewolf one, they have every other fucking mask around here!! - handgags the shocked hottie. It’s a big struggle, with the beautiful reporter squirming hard against him. In the end, he subdues the lovely lady and elects to... bind and gag her. That should do it!
Soon enough, he has the snoop all tied up in a wooden chair, and coming around, a piece of tape slapped over her mouth. Incensed and unable to chat about it, the gagged girl busts around on her seat as he leaves her behind, helpless! With him gone, you can be sure that the feisty reporter has a serious struggle, kicking those tied up legs about all over the place.
Frantically scanning the room with wide, blinking blue eyes, the beautiful reporter tied up tight on a chair, with a gag stopping her mouth, is in serious jeopardy! Brook, per chance, to the rescue. Oh, no, she’s been captured too it would seem... Ah, wouldn’t you just KNOW it!
Soon enough, the girls are to be found hidden away up in the gloomy east wing, on the second floor. They are helpless – deliciously so!
The creep even fondles the bound reporters, who is clearly exciting him with her feisty wriggling and that tight little ass. Then he is gone, and now Ashley is going berserk! He intends to drive off with her, and she knows it!
Casey and Brook struggle and mouth at their extremely tight cleave gags they surely are not used to such treatment, and don’t care for it a bit. Later, and Muskrat Himself shows up to taunt his little guest! He then leaves the tied up girls to think on! More insanely hot struggling ensues, and you will be positively thrilled by it. The hotties are even more vulnerable to danger as their skirts raises up on those gorgeous thighs of theirs!
Watch these amazing babes thrust themselves up and down, tightly lashed up and heeled as they grind around on the floor. Powerless captives of The Keep. Oh, if ONLY they could spill the beans on the malign Colonel and his dark, twisted game. Damn them though. Mungo – to the potting shed with them! Happy Halloween, Guys. Did we do good for you??
***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***
