The Blond Widow is tied and knocked out to a chair. Pantyhose bind her limbs and torso to the chair. Her boots have been removed and mock her just a couple of unobtainable feet away. A nylon cleave gag muffles her as she wakes up.

Her hands flex against the ties, and her eyes suddenly snap open, but she does not move while listening to her surroundings. She inspects her bonds as well as she can and then the struggling commences. Unfortunately for her, the ties are not in reach. Muffled gag talk prevents an in depth soliloquy on the status of society from being heard by the common obse...

The Blond Widow is tied and knocked out to a chair. Pantyhose bind her limbs and torso to the chair. Her boots have been removed and mock her just a couple of unobtainable feet away. A nylon cleave gag muffles her as she wakes up.

Her hands flex against the ties, and her eyes suddenly snap open, but she does not move while listening to her surroundings. She inspects her bonds as well as she can and then the struggling commences. Unfortunately for her, the ties are not in reach. Muffled gag talk prevents an in depth soliloquy on the status of society from being heard by the common observer. Not that they would hear it anyways as her captor is busy causing mayhem and peril.

The Blond Widow takes this time to catch her breath and take a new look at her surroundings. An eureka moment strikes and she makes a mad dash to tip her chair to the ground. The rocking back and forth allows her to fall backwards. While lying on her back, she scoots toward the boots and finds her hidden pair of scissors. In no time she has released her bonds and takes that wretched gag out of her mouth.