I struggle and kick as Jim Hunter drags me into the lair. Although my elbows are slammed brutally together behind my back, I put up a fight struggling hard but I am no match for the big burly man. He overpowers me and my mouth open shoving a huge dirty shop rag deeply between my lips and into my throat and then wraps white elastic bandage tightly between my teeth and around and around my head sealing the rag gag in. I still have plenty of fight in me and I kick at him and stomp on his feet with my gold toe stiletto high heels. My 50 year old body is not giving up without a good fight. He smack...

I struggle and kick as Jim Hunter drags me into the lair. Although my elbows are slammed brutally together behind my back, I put up a fight struggling hard but I am no match for the big burly man. He overpowers me and my mouth open shoving a huge dirty shop rag deeply between my lips and into my throat and then wraps white elastic bandage tightly between my teeth and around and around my head sealing the rag gag in. I still have plenty of fight in me and I kick at him and stomp on his feet with my gold toe stiletto high heels. My 50 year old body is not giving up without a good fight. He smacks my ass to settle me down and binds my wrists together and attaches them to a chain hanging down from a pulley in the ceiling. He walks over to the wall and begins to crank the winch raising my bound arms high behind my back up into the air in a cruel painful strappado. My shoulders are jacked up and pain shoots down my body with every twist and turn on the chain. I scream through my gag, but no one hears me. I muster up my some strength and try to kick the bastard in the balls with my high heels. This only serves to piss him off and he grabs another rope and binds my knees tightly together cinching them so I can no long lift a leg up to kick him!!! I stomp my foot attempting to nail him with a heel, but he stops any further movement by tieing up my ankles welding them together so I am left unable to move at all. My body sways back and forth in the painful strappado and he pulls out my tits and manhandles them roughly squeezing and groping my breasts. Then he slowly walks over to the winch and cranks it up a few more notches. I am left moaning and sobbing beneath my gag, my shoulders crying out in pain ... there is no escape.