Subdued by a female operative who desired access to her computer, delicate dark-haired data expert Whitney Westgate lay back on a futon with her bound wrists hitched above her head to its metal frame and her legs spread and pinioned. Whitney's brief objections were immediately stifled by cloth stuffing and duct tape by the intruder, who mined the computer, then tickled the wriggling girl's widely separated stockinged feet before pulling up her sweater for an interlude of creative nipple-tweaking!