More vulnerable in her nightmarish drama than ever before, Kate Kennedy stood naked and bound as mouth-stuffing and duct-tape at the hands of the enigmatic intruder silenced her! The ambiguous stimulus of a crotch-rope was impossible for her to ignore as she twisted carefully on her bare feet and turned toward a window with the slight hope of attracting attention from a passerby. In an instant, the window might as well have been a mile away because Kate lay on her stomach, ruthlessly prostrated by a hogtie; after arching energetically against the wrist-ankle link that refused to give way, ... Show more