Whitney Morgan couldn't believe her car ran out of gas - and as luck would have it she was driving on a deserted road. She gets out of the car and walks hoping to find someone who can help her. She knocks on a door and when no one answers she enters the building and decides to call a tow truck. Unfortunately her cell phone has no signal and just as she decides to leave a rope is thrown down around her neck and tightens as she struggles. Soon she is out and I seize the opportunity to rip her blouse right off her body. I snip off her bra and grope her tits enjoying the feel of her body. I gra...

Whitney Morgan couldn't believe her car ran out of gas - and as luck would have it she was driving on a deserted road. She gets out of the car and walks hoping to find someone who can help her. She knocks on a door and when no one answers she enters the building and decides to call a tow truck. Unfortunately her cell phone has no signal and just as she decides to leave a rope is thrown down around her neck and tightens as she struggles. Soon she is out and I seize the opportunity to rip her blouse right off her body. I snip off her bra and grope her tits enjoying the feel of her body. I grab more rope and start by binding her ankles together ... when the pretty blonde awakens she's tied up on the couch. She cries out in protest so I stuff her big mouth with a bandana and wrap her ace with thick electrical tape. Whitney begins to sob into her gag realizing her helplessness. I begin interrogating her but mostly teaching her a lesson not to mess with me. I press a vibrator up against her ass causing the dumb thing to squeal through her gag then move on to her pussy. I tell her we have only just begun and the next thing my captured prey knows is she's tied up spread eagle on the wooden staircase. Whitney struggles but is unable to loosen the bondage. I watch then decide to torment her using my hands and the vibrator before grabbing a jar of crickets and worms. Whitney's eyes widen in fear as I place the critters on her bare chest. The stubborn girl still refuses to tell me who sent her to my hideout so I dress her in a tight red dress and thigh high stockings to begin my next Whitney is bound to a pole sobbing. I begin by smacking her ass. I start to untie her legs and Whitney thinks this is the end of her imprisonment but instead I remove her stockings, shoes and dress. Now I have her suspended by her wrist with her legs spread wide. I leave her handing for a while before resuming my fun ... I vibe her pussy bringing her close to an orgasmic climax but not allowing her to cum. I demand answers - who sent you??? Whitney moans muffled protests - the silenced begging to stop but I am relentless in your control over her ... I leave her hanging in terror and despair!