Rachel is hopped into the room to be brutally bound in tight rope, including having her elbows crushed behind her back, before having her face stuffed with a huge pair of soiled panties and being left to struggle while a robbery takes place.

Rachel is hopped into the living room with her wrists and ankles taped. A bitgag is tightly strapped between her teeth, muting her intelligible speech. Her captor begins to tightly bind her with thin and biting lengths of rope. He ties her knees together first and then binds her ankles before spinning her away to crush her arms together behind ...

Rachel is hopped into the room to be brutally bound in tight rope, including having her elbows crushed behind her back, before having her face stuffed with a huge pair of soiled panties and being left to struggle while a robbery takes place.

Rachel is hopped into the living room with her wrists and ankles taped. A bitgag is tightly strapped between her teeth, muting her intelligible speech. Her captor begins to tightly bind her with thin and biting lengths of rope. He ties her knees together first and then binds her ankles before spinning her away to crush her arms together behind her back. With her elbows now touching and roped tightly both above and below, he removes the tape around her wrists and replaces the bonds with more rope.

Now helpless, she cannot prevent him from grabbing her tits and reaching between her legs to grope her pussy. She demands to know what he wants, so he removes her bitgag. Before she can ask any further, he begins stuffing a huge pair of full-bottomed panties into her mouth. The sour taste immediately tells her that they've been worn by another woman, but he keeps stuffing them until the panties and their taste fully invade her mouth. He tapes them brutally tightly in place with clear tape wrapped around her head and over her mouth, and she can only glare at him with wide eyes.

He leaves her alone to start robbing her place, and she begins to struggle fervently. She grunts with exertion and groans as the thin rope bites painfully into her crushed arms. She can barely push any sound past the panties leaking the taste of another woman into her mouth, but she has to keep struggling. Occasionally, she looks over her shoulder, looking and listening for the whereabouts of her captor until, eventually, she hears him exit the door to load her belongings into his vehicle. She goes to the floor, grunting at the pain in her knees as the ropes bite into her soft flesh, but slowly makes her way across the floor to her phone. He didn't see her drop it earlier, and if she could only get to it she could phone for help. She dials, frantically looking over her shoulder as it starts to ring, but will she contact someone before he returns and if she does, will they even understand her?