I found myself in a strange old farmhouse with leather cuffs strapped tightly around my ankles and wrists with rope holding me captive to old farmhouse bed with nothing on but a skimpy lacy pair of panties and white high heal pumps and a cleave gag tightly knotted around my head between my lips. The silent stalker walks up to the farmhouse windows hearing me mpph and struggle thru 2 windows before he enters the house to silently watch me struggle in my vulnerable spread eagle bound position. I stretch, I arch, I kick, I struggle, I spread my hands and fingers and wish for release but all I ... Show more