Both beauties, mouths tightly taped, eyes wide as saucers, squirm urgently while trussed in super-restrictive hogties! Their gleaming high heels have come off in the struggle, and heir hot nyloned feet twitch in the gloom. They mumble incoherently, desperate for release, but their ordeal is just beginning.... You never should have come here today, Girlies, and now you are hidden away and helpless, where NOBODY shall find you!
The two hot lady reporters, in blouses, tight skirts, sheer lack pantyhose and high heels, arrive at a Gum-Skull House, and out-of-the-way mock-Tudor manse b...
Both beauties, mouths tightly taped, eyes wide as saucers, squirm urgently while trussed in super-restrictive hogties! Their gleaming high heels have come off in the struggle, and heir hot nyloned feet twitch in the gloom. They mumble incoherently, desperate for release, but their ordeal is just beginning.... You never should have come here today, Girlies, and now you are hidden away and helpless, where NOBODY shall find you!
The two hot lady reporters, in blouses, tight skirts, sheer lack pantyhose and high heels, arrive at a Gum-Skull House, and out-of-the-way mock-Tudor manse believed to be occupied by the restless spirit of an oil baron from the 18th Century! So that’s nice, isn’t it? Anway, our intrepid snoops are here to grab a cheeky bed-time story or two and fill a few columns this week, during a grindingly dull cycle all about fucking heatwaves and droughts.... YAWN...
Naturally, the cavernous manse, entered at dusk, is strangely empty and quiet. Sneaking around the place, flashlights in hands, and foolishly having split up, they are quickly in danger. It is the lovely Lana who gets done first, while investigating a dimly lit cinema room. Overtaken with a mighty handgag, the bewildered babe is bundled off and the short-lived mystery of where she is at begins! Meanwhile, up on the third floor, sexy Miss Von Doublee is noticing an opened loft hatch, with steps pulled down and a light burning from deep within. Was that a muffled noise she heard? No, perhaps just our wishful thinking. But, were IS Lana...? About to climb up there (it’s a cunning distraction for what follows) Kat gets a heavy hand over her mouth as she grinds her skirted rump against her captor. Now, he’s got her too...
We find the girls struggling around up in the attic, bound and gagged with translucent tape slapped over their mouths. Our nosy little reporters are seated on the hard, boarded floor, looking like they don’t know quite what hit them as they struggle and squirm, clearly having a tough time with their sticky gags. But what can they do with their hands literally tied? As they regard one another with round eyes, unable to utter a word, the frantic babes squiggle in back-to-back, continually attempting to speak, as if they might understand a word of it. Their thoughts are clearly running rampant, uncertain of their fate up at this old place. Well, hey suppose they WERE warned...
Suddenly, the silent skull (they aren’t quite convinced he’s a restless spirit from the 18th century) is ack, and without a word, he re-gags the feisty lades with white tape. They mmmmpppphhhhhh passionately as he toys with their trussed bodies and shoves them just about as rudely as possible, into brutish hogties. Their shoes come loose as he ropes them real good, and then, he is gone...
Now, the focus is on our bouncy heroines rolling about against one another, apparently, as if this might somehow lead to an escape. It doesn’t quite work out that way and the bound and gagged beauties continue to rant and rave into their sleek tapegags, bucking around uselessly, completely held in their hogties. Don’t get too afraid up here, will you, Young Ladies? Could be quite sometime before you are discovered – and that’s if you’re lucky! Story enough for you both? And, to think, you never did get to find out who that Skullface was, did you? Mwuhahahahaha.
***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***
