Our banana-cleaved babblers let loose more drool, fighting as much as their restrictive ropes will permit, against their fiendish assailant while he secures their VERY wiggly bare toes with clean butcher’s twine. He slaps at their tight, naked rumps, the little bitches, as they squirm and tells them to PLEASE, behave! They WILL show this madman respect in his own kitchen... or else!
(Editor’s note): Turns out the Custom Requester of this wonderful scene had an extra, special request: Gag Courtney with a knotted rag and sit her at the table next to Jadey’s ultra-hot up n’ down-thumping ass. We did it, and now remembered it, so here it is – a few extra minutes of fun added to the Original Release of this title. Bon appetite!
It started with a tip about strange lights emanating from a house on a hill. Spooky enough it would be, were it not also for the fact that this residence is quite the notorious one. Indeed, it was once home to the terrifying Psycho Chef, perhaps just as well-known as Sir Ian McPekingDuck, whom, we hear, has just escaped from jail again – but sssssshhhhhh, we won’t let the girls know just yet.
Now, this should have been a straightforward to secure story for the ravishing Miss Jadey, who, fresh from a meeting in the City, in her dynamite dress and heels, has sped her way straight over to Purfleet Hall, the scene of the sightings. She’ll get her scoop, then GET a scoop or two at the ice cream parlour in the village. All in a day’s work. But things are about to go very, very wrong for this comely young blonde...
While busily photographing a strange light box – clearly the source of the drama, she fails to notice our man sneaking up on her, rolling pin in fist, and, well, you know the rest by now. Soon enough, the gorgeous reporter grinds powerlessly taped and gagged with a huge rosy red apple, atop the Chef’s dining table. While he enjoys a tipple, the bound girl makes a lot of fuss, while we watch, eyes like saucers. Then he is gone, preparing the evening’s festivities in, you guessed it, the kitchen. Meanwhile...
...concerned by her employee’s late-night carousing and general lack of umph for her job, beautiful editor Courtney has decided to pay a surprise visit on the rookie reporter. Maybe catch her in the act of not being very thorough at all. Now, imagine her shock with what she finds in that dining room, then imagine what a frying pan to the back of her head...
Boom, hauled away by the ankles, ‘tis merely a matter of time before the young ladies, both stripped deliciously nude, writhe gagged and tied like sausages in the parlour. Oh, and how they delight us with their tight cloth cleaves and those ropes biting uncomfortably into the divine clefts between their smooth, well-muscled thighs.... mmmmmmm..... uh, well, moving on!
The girls, clearly being readied for a banquet are hefted, kicking and wriggling, we can assure you., over the demonic Chef’s shoulder and conveyed to the kitchen. O’ what FUN! Right, ladies? ... Ladies?? Oh yes, you’re gagged!
Now all tied up in the kitchen for this most special of occasions, they grunt and strain into thick banana gags (sexy) rammed tightly between their teeth, mumbling away. With the ladies struggling hogbound and fruit-stifled thus, Sir Ian visits and informs them of their upcoming destination. Both gag talk furiously, mashing their heaving baps into the counter top, but they are powerless to resist as gallant Sir Ian cinches their gorgeous big toes together and mauls the naked captives about a bit, for both his, and our (he ALWAYS has our backs) great pleasure!
Now, with the hot, struggling barefoot hostages bouncing around and gobbing around their mouth-obstructors, the Chef puts a few more pots of joy on and allows them to simmer nicely.
Returning to the furiously struggling captives, the Chef is concerned by their antics and so feels the desire to gag them some more. Yes, the two twisting piglets require hot gags. They buck and twist, these babes, clearly not enjoying this, especially hogtrussed with their toes tied up! For now, they’re having their greased, pumping backsides tenderised by the leering madman before red rubber gob stoppers are wrought upon the bound captives. The girls protest muchly. Spuming and drooling and frothing the pair of them. Damn, she is so hot and with those amazing eyes she really is a picture, just like that bouncing, fitness-hewn editor of hers going berserk alongside her, spittle flying, face filled with acute dismay for the entirety!
Clearly these two do not like having tightass ballgags wedging their mouths to capacity. They squirm and grunt muchly, especially when after another cheeky fondling of their glorious bodies, Sir Ian leaves them struggling mightily, as his wont, and we can only speculate as to whether or not that over door will open, or if they might be spared.... Ribs, anybody??
***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***
