Both mirror-shaded, cleavage-swelling hotties bob and weave all roped up on chairs, mumbling incoherent warnings into their packed-out face gags! Wearing THOSE kind of think silencers, they can do little but. However, our spirited minxes do so try as hey buck and resist, all in vain. This impersonating SOB knows very well how to truss up his captives, and as they jostle and chair-wriggle, unable to budge a single know, nobody can STOP him!
Their nefarious sonar capabilities reaching fruition, these creeps intend to use their sound devices to indispose the meddlers, and they surel...
Both mirror-shaded, cleavage-swelling hotties bob and weave all roped up on chairs, mumbling incoherent warnings into their packed-out face gags! Wearing THOSE kind of think silencers, they can do little but. However, our spirited minxes do so try as hey buck and resist, all in vain. This impersonating SOB knows very well how to truss up his captives, and as they jostle and chair-wriggle, unable to budge a single know, nobody can STOP him!
Their nefarious sonar capabilities reaching fruition, these creeps intend to use their sound devices to indispose the meddlers, and they surely do. Prefect! Like jelly in his hands, they are no threat and are in prime position for a damned good trussing. That’s how they’ll be dealt with until they can figure a way to get rid of them with nobody seeing or knowing. Time is required now to really ‘flesh out’ the situation. Meanwhile, the ladies will be bound and gagged and hidden from view...
Tasked with thwarting a sinister property developer suspected of developing full-on bio-hazardous materials on the side, two comely secret agents known as the Beret Squad (yeah, we might do a few of these with our girls... it seems, a good thing to do... right?) have wound up getting caught and are soon all tied up and tightly gagged with white cloths.
Incensed and unable to chat about it, the gagged girls bust around on the floor in their sexy scrunch socks, utterly helpless! With him gone, you can be sure that the feisty babes have a real good struggle, kicking those tied up legs about all over the place – delicious, that is until the shadowy developer, who they now know (now they can’t warn anybody about it) is none other than Scourge of the City, The Red Skull’! returns... But, IS he the real Red Skull, or is there some treacherous merriment afoot here?
The babes continue to struggle and mouth at their extremely tight detective OTM mega-gags. They’re surely not used to such treatment, and they don’t care for it a bit. More smouldering trussed up, chairbound struggling from the beret’d stunners ensues, and you will be positively thrilled by it.
“FFUUMMMMMFFFTT!!!”
The fake Red Skull makes some sinister calls to a no doubt even more sinister gentleman! Seems plans are afoot for certain ‘guests’ to arrive and this plucky pair simply must be kept nice and quiet while it all goes down – whatever that might be! Then he is gone, and our babes struggle urgently, VERY much for our pleasure...
Watch these amazing ladies squirm around deliciously bound to their seats, oh so tightly lashed - powerless captives of the Red Skull (Bogus, now), two super-cute chicks in extreme jeopardy. No wonder this madman from beyond has... de-socked the damned meddlers, and tormented them with ‘em! We like his style! Even if he is a fake bad guy – he’s bad enough for us!
***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***
