Vivienne Velvet and I always seem to be in the wrong woods a the wrong time and get what we deserve in the end. Vivienne is hogtied on the hood of the tractor unable to move and struggle because if she does, she will fall off. Her ballgag whimpers and mpphhs are the only thing that emphasizes her predicament. Drool slides down the side of the tractor the more she suffers. I am bound in the seat of the tractor with my hair pulled back to the mower mechanism, my foot to a peddle, my elbows bound in front of me and my hands to the steering wheel. I am unable to struggle much either, i can only...

Vivienne Velvet and I always seem to be in the wrong woods a the wrong time and get what we deserve in the end. Vivienne is hogtied on the hood of the tractor unable to move and struggle because if she does, she will fall off. Her ballgag whimpers and mpphhs are the only thing that emphasizes her predicament. Drool slides down the side of the tractor the more she suffers. I am bound in the seat of the tractor with my hair pulled back to the mower mechanism, my foot to a peddle, my elbows bound in front of me and my hands to the steering wheel. I am unable to struggle much either, i can only gag talk and mphh to Vivienne begging her not to move so I don't see her hurt. I try and struggle but then the farmer informs me not to push this and that or else I could be scalped. My foot gets loose but Mr. Ogre ensures my capture by retying my wedge heal clad foot to the steering wheel instead. We are bound, stuck, and suffering in the woods on top of a tractor not knowing what will happen next. We are seriously in no position to make any demands but submitting to Ogre and his Farmer friend. Anything could happen to us next...