It isn’t their fault that the two new Orange Coat reps for the South-West Division are squirming hopelessly bound and gagged on the floor of the temporary staff office! THEY weren’t the ones who short-changed the masked headcase who has trussed them and is even now ransacking the tills downstairs, ranting about how ‘what goes around comes around!’ The tied women regard one another, wide-eyed and hugely confused. WHAT is this all about??
Mr Ethelred Brethren (try spelling that one correctly after a few shants) is hopping mad. His big beach excursion with SunShine Romances holiday firm has been ignominiously cancelled this year and guess the fuck what? NO refunds? Not for his ass, OR the ass of his latest squeeze, Monica. Well, Mr Brethren, a man not known to hold onto the longest of fuses at the best of times has had his fill. He vows sinister vengeance down the phone to the business-like employee rebuffing his claim – and then his dark mind starts turning...
Meanwhile, two newly-minted beauties – clearly hired for how they look as much as anything else, are realising they are in the wrong spot. They should be at the main offices in Ale Regis, not the temp ones here in Chuffington Mews, and they are just remarking on showing up at the wrong place, when all tarnation breaks loose! Somehow, Brook, leading up the duo, fails to notice when a crazed jack-in-the-box called Ethelred descends upon Roxxi, in the rear, if you’ll allow us this... Handgagging the feisty cutie into complete silence, lovely Brook continues downstairs oblivious to Roxxi being accosted!
We marvel at how long it can take one comely young vixen to notice the sudden absence of another but ‘tis not ours to question, merely entertain. And so, Roxxi, kicking and wriggling the whole while, is roughly bound and gagged and left extremely helpless while Mr Brethren lies in wait for the second babe... Sure enough, the hot blonde returns and is shocked to say the least to discover the agitated Roxxi, helpless. TOO late, Young Madam. You are just too late. Brethren has gotten in behind the orange-suited blondie and has already whipped a seriously tight orange gag around her mouth. In betwixt the teeth it goes and Brook is suddenly tasting thick ripped jacket fabric, just like Roxxi!
Soon enough, both girls are all tied up and rendered useless - they get hogtied too. It’s the ultimate way to restrain the athletically built hotties, who may well be in the running for kicking in this dude if left with half the chance. Now, with the poor mites roped up, he stalks of to hit those downstairs cash tills. One way or another, he’ll be getting his money back today, and a lot more besides! The powerless ladies are freaking out now. Shocked by the swiftness of their immobilising and wrestling with the severe tightness of the thick cloth gags they must endure, they are doing a whole lot of mumbling as they rock around on the floor, hogtied up!
Later, and they learn the meaning of this brazen attack upon their company, and though the guy has a point about the refund thing, we all accept – he has probably gone a tad too far today! Perhaps he is realising this too as he prepares to scoot now – but first leaves the girls trussed up back-to-back, once more extremely tightly cleave gagged, this time with a pair of patterned scarves he found downstairs. Let this be a lesson to their skinflint rip-off bosses! Don’t FUCK with the customer, who even under such circumstances – at least in Brethren’s addled brain – is always right!
With that, he is gone, and we’ll stick around for a while longer as Brook and Roxxi gag talk and chew on their muzzles as if that will in any way loosen them up a bit. No way, Ladies. Brethren is sending his message today loud and clear. Which is more than can be said for YOUR message, currently. You do look incredibly gorgeous all done up like that though. LOVE those legs too! Mmmmm...
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