The hooded henchman closes the door on the trussed and gagged secret agent beauty as she struggles urgently, bound up to a wooden chair. Our concealed spy girl drools uncontrollably onto her enormous, sweater-clad boobies and gurgles, outraged, as she is again locked inside the room. Now that they have her at such a... disadvantage, just what might be these rotters’ next move...?
Unusual bright lights have been seen punctuating the night skies above the Old Peters Place, out near Little-Man Bog. The locals tell tall tales of a Martian presence and worse. All sounds like a load of ...
The hooded henchman closes the door on the trussed and gagged secret agent beauty as she struggles urgently, bound up to a wooden chair. Our concealed spy girl drools uncontrollably onto her enormous, sweater-clad boobies and gurgles, outraged, as she is again locked inside the room. Now that they have her at such a... disadvantage, just what might be these rotters’ next move...?
Unusual bright lights have been seen punctuating the night skies above the Old Peters Place, out near Little-Man Bog. The locals tell tall tales of a Martian presence and worse. All sounds like a load of old hogwash to chesty Agent Monaco but she’d better check it out anyway, for she has a little inside knowledge the locals don’t have – her arch-nemesis, Mr Neptune, has just shown up as holding the deeds to the place. What are the chances that something highly criminal is going on instead?
Having parked her snazzy little convertible on the edge of a hillside, the beauty, having removed her sexy high heels, trots barefoot through the marshes (well, we imagine she must have anyway) before entering the supposedly unoccupied house. Of course, lights are on all over the place, but Agent Monaco relishes a challenge. Even if he is not alone, she’ll make short work of whoever tries it on with her! Really, Miss Monaco, will you now...?
Inside the house, the glamorous fitness stunner does her very best snooping around and eventually gets surprised by the lying-in-wait goon. Yes, lovely blonde agent lady, you have been tracked here from the moment you left the city this evening! Neptune, no slouch when it comes to dealing with meddlers, has instructed his aide, Mungo, to nab the snoop and keep her secured upstairs while they complete their diabolical business; testing a light show that if done in the correct sequence, can melt walls – specifically, a bank vault wall in the nearby village of Messedup. Turns out the creeps have been developing this high-power ray for the last several weeks!!
And so, with their plans almost completed, the villains are not about to allow Miss Monaco here to intrude upon them. Sticking cold steel straight into her spine, he hustles the surrendered but still highly smug (we’ll get you for this soon enough, gorgeous Miss Monaco) lady agent upstairs. While Charlie attempts to reason with this Hench to give it up so they can go a lot easier on him at sentencing, he binds her hand and foot and gets her all gagged up before he leaves. That fixes HER!
Our Miss Monaco, trussed and VERY tightly ballgagged, is soon drooling copiously, thanks to much super-hot gag talk and histrionics. No matter how much she bites and chews on that gag, she cannot loosen or extract the thick red rubber from betwixt her teeth. Uncomfortable crotch roped too, the humiliated hottie does her thing while we watch, mouths agape. Her continuing captivity involves a damned fine hogtying, shoe tying and even some time spent being roughly roped into a seat. It seems likely our heroine will be her for some time...
...indeed, Miss Monaco remains long after the crooks have finished their testing and vamoosed. Having missed the comely agent, and very fortunately for her, one of her team has tracked her down to the location and finally discovers the buxom hottie trussed up in Neptune’s photography dark room. You can get up close and personal with the freshly ungagged Miss Monaco’s as she speaks of her tight, sexy ordeal. Now that’s gonna be hot to hear!
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