12 additional minutes of pure, delightful mayhem from these two seriously wriggly damsels, now presented here, in mighty fine form!
Lovely Kaitlin and Emma are shut away to begin their struggles in earnest. Seems as though the more they do, the number their hot, trussed bodies become. This bastard has really pulled those ropes tight. And the huge gags engulfing their faces are something else entirely. Remember, there are two socks apiece crammed in behind there. It’s pure torment, and the girls show it well as they repeatedly glug back on them, their faces frozen wide as they tit...
12 additional minutes of pure, delightful mayhem from these two seriously wriggly damsels, now presented here, in mighty fine form!
Lovely Kaitlin and Emma are shut away to begin their struggles in earnest. Seems as though the more they do, the number their hot, trussed bodies become. This bastard has really pulled those ropes tight. And the huge gags engulfing their faces are something else entirely. Remember, there are two socks apiece crammed in behind there. It’s pure torment, and the girls show it well as they repeatedly glug back on them, their faces frozen wide as they tit-bounce and writhe around as much as their harsh ropes will permit on that scratchy old carpet!
Original Release
That dastardly Psycho Chef is BACK again, with much sexy female captivity coursing through his nuts. We really do think he belongs in a cell, you know, and yet here he is again, tormenting the busty and the naked, seemingly for nothing more than his own pleasure. Though THIS time, he has a challenge, of sorts, for them!
Buxom and naked (and very beautiful) Emma & Katlin have been ‘napped by the Chef, stripped naked, trussed and gagged in one of the more bizarre rooms of his house. He wastes no time in double sock packing out the gorgeous, wriggling girls’ mouths, instantly muffling Emma first while a haunted, gag-squiggling Kaitlin deals with a brain-busting cloth cleave gag, knowing it won’t be long until she too has her big, natural tits tugged on as well, and two socks rammed in her yapper. She is so right. The protesting ladies’ lower faces are entombed in typical very sharp fashion and before they know it, they are rocking massive wrap gags.
Told they will face a truly limb-numbing elbow and hogtie, all while singing for their supper, the girls know they need to act quickly. The plan is for them both to be served with a starter course later (he IS a Chef, even though he is so fucked up that he never actually cooks anything) and after that an ominous sounding Lady Roast. In the interim, it is tacit that the girls are tasked to free themselves - before dessert basically, comprende? The implication now being that if they can escape his ties, they may not make it onto his highly shady ultra-banquet list!
The girls are outraged at this demented treatment yet puzzled at how this thing is breaking down, and so must you be. We sure were, but enough of that. Sir Ian is even now roping these squirming, deluxe-gagged pretties into wicked hogties and lashing up their sweet big toes with some stout twine to boot. Oooh, they don’t like that, but Bold Sir Ian does, so the mmmmmpppphhhhing little bitches get both barrels! That carpet just can’t be comfortable on naked flesh that. Oh no.
Later, that Psycho Chef is back with what he describes as soup and quail’s eggs. However, the bowls he provides are empty, which makes this even more ludicrous; especially when he tries to feed the heavily gagged Emma with a spoonful of the invisible liquid. This clown is off his rocker! The girls know it, and we do too. They HAVE to escape. Left alone once more, they try their damnedest to budge their restraints even the tiniest of amounts. No dice. This guy has way too much experience in tying up girls the really hard way. Just look at those bluing arms and big toes and you’ll quickly see that for yourself.
Anyway, we don’t want to give the game away too much but the real challenge for YOU will be keeping away from his amazing little culinary yarn. Even though the girls cannot escape before their roast, their pure efforts, interspersed throughout with lashings of steamy, utterly incomprehensible gag chat, make it well worth enjoying to the maximum as they go about it all. The Psycho Chef wins this one hands down, or should we say FACEdown for the two furiously wriggling, hogbound captive nudes??
***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants over the age of 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***
