Want to get Miss Caslida bound and gagged, up and down, all over the place, with a variety of TIGHT gags, all night long? Well, here it ALL is. The entire marathon Party Night for our poor, highly gorgeous dear...
...The girl up on the third floor, trussed to her seat, is something of a secret here up at Winchester Hall. A captive of the malign Colonel Hawthorne Himself – meaning that he was the one who personally concealed the beautiful maiden – she is unable to share the damning information she has uncovered. Now to decide a suitable fate for her...
(Producer’s Note:) And NOW with another seriously hot cleave gag sequence as a bonus from a previous release. Enjoy!
The party is in full sway. Some 60 guests stretch through the first floor of the Old Hall and out into the garden. It’s a warm evening, perfect for a party. The Colonel’s staff have sealed off the festivities, and there are facilities down near the summerhouse. No reason for anybody to stray of off the plot then. And yet somebody has...
... a stunning, Amazonian treasure in gleaming stiletto heels. She’s been watching the Colonel’s country stead for some time, and has noticed trucks laden with incredible stallions being delivered to his stables. Now, these bear uncanny resemblances – like Gertrude with her big white flank spot, and Nathan, with his distinctive thigh stripe – to those reported stolen from Haymarket earlier that month. Seems the evil Colonel is a rustler of sorts, and Miss Caslida has a few questions she’d like to ask him!
Biding her time, arms folded across her chest, ankles crossed prettily, the tall, raven-maned, tightly clad beauty takes her chance, following the Colonel out into the main hall and grabs him on the way back from the kitchen. The Colonel always did have an eye for the ladies, and so he stops and entertains her for a moment. When the subject of poaching comes up – a wheel steered towards the question of theft, the Colonel sees he has a live one here...
Rounding on the girl, suddenly and effectively, she is swiftly and silently spirited away upstairs, hands raised as per order. Of course, she thinks he’ll never get away with this. He, in response, gags and ties her in a spare bedroom and shuts her away inside. The tight gag in her mouth prevents her from telling all, but she’ll tell us just how deeply, deeply sexy she is, surging back and forth on the chair she is all tied up in, her amazing legs crossed and bound that way, for added discomfort and security. Yes, it will hold her well.
The bandana cleaved beauty continues to twist around, paid a visit by the Colonel, who it seems cannot resist feeling her up a bit, the rancid old goat. How dare he?! When he leaves, to return once more to his party, he forgets to shut the door behind him, and cue upcoming comedy gem when a party guest comes up the stairs and notices the bound woman in the room, but thinks it’s a kinky game she is having! As Nikita desperately (and gag talking up to the max) tries to convey her sense of urgency, the guest actually shuts the door on her! Mmmmmrrrmmmppphhhhh!!!
Later, and she’s being gagged, again... Indeed, he gags her so tightly her eyes cross. He then shoves her head rudely, contemptuously, as he leaves her to struggle. Nikita is a very, very deep struggler and she will thrill you to your marrows with her long, tied up legs, big natural titties working overtime inside her dark sweater. That tiny skirt she has on shows us ALL of her pins and she struggles, and struggles. Passion is etched into her every fibre.
She’s checking herself out in the mirror, seemingly humiliated by her look. Such a dominant lady otherwise, seeing herself bound and gagged with a handkerchief over her mouth, and unable to do a thing about it. How sexy is that?? Evidently her returning captor thinks so as he can’t resist clapping eyes on the tightly bound and gagged queen some more, before exiting once again, leaving us alone with the helpless girl.
Soon enough, and having removed her gag for a moment, the evil old blighter ceases Nikita’s questions with a sudden tape gag. The sultry amazon mmmmmpppphhhhs in protest as he smoothes that gag down over her lips with expert precision, then bundles her away to the third ‘secret’ floor. He is concerned that party guests might continue to stray up here and he can’t chance the girl’s potential discovery. She must be kept hidden from sight, and so, with this in mind, the long legged babe is pushed and shoved up another flight of stairs. With her removed from the danger of discovery, the villain closes the door behind them...
Wrestling Nikita to the floor (she does NOT want to have those legs tied up) he ropes her more securely, pinning and roughing her up until he has her bound the way she needs to be bound. He’s whipped off her pretty high heeled shoes too, which he says he’ll be taking for ‘safekeeping’. Nikita mumbles hotly at the clear pervert with a thing for her bare feet – and shoes – and winces as he trusses her two big toes together – in between pawing at her big, jiggling tits through her tight sweater.
With the girl tightly bound and gagged, he is satisfied that she will remain his secret up here. He hastily exists, to show back up at the party and KEEP back up, appearances. Meanwhile, Nikita struggles frantically, still bemused at her toes being so tightly trussed. She twists and arches her sweet soles which wrinkle to perfection, occasionally pointing her painted toes, as if somehow this will break the twine securing them! Then she hears footfalls on the stairs – it’s HIM, coming back for her. What IS he planning?
Sweeping the door open, the agitated colonel handgags the struggling vixen, warning her to stay quiet. He’s stressing out because there are now people directly blow them. Taking no chances, he binds the outraged Nikita’s elbows and pins her, handgagged, until he hears them going back downstairs. Warning the girl of much trouble should she continue to resist, he locks her away again.
We are fortunate enough to be locked away with the helpless beauty, who we strongly suspect knows we are looking at her amazing bare feet - she certainly gives us a collective eyeful of them, as she writhes on her tummy, moaning into her sticky tape gag, repeatedly trying to talk, while her tiny skirt raises higher, her belt far up on her midriff; clothing in disarray, as they say.
Later, and the Colonel decides it’s a little riskier having the girl back here, so he transports her to a second-floor broom cupboard. As the feisty hostage back-chats him, he plugs her mouth – brutally, we must say – with a thick red rubber ballgag. Hogtying the bucking young madam, he leaves her to struggle. Struggle she does – and drool. In equal measure. It’s the very pinnacle of how a good, juicy ballgagged hogtie can be, and the out-of-this-word damsel blasts it.
Pressing her big, sweater clad tits into the closet floor, enraged and humiliated, breathing dust from a nearby vacuum cleaner, the heeled beauty gives us all a LOT to think about. It’s mighty good times in that closet, we’ll tell you. Be our ‘guests’, quickly, before the Colonel returns! Poor, sweet Nikita, bound, gagged, and very, very helpless. Yeah, some things are just meant to be!
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