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Old 07-27-2016, 04:23 AM
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Savannah prepares for her hot date. The phone rings and it is her date, canceling for some lame reason. She is devastated.

Deciding to make the evening her own, she retires to the bedroom where she pleasures herself. Then, she draws a bath and finishes masturbating. Now she is relaxed and drifts off to sleep.

Slowly a nylon rope is lowered, and then suddenly it is around her neck. Savannah is instantly awake and struggling to survive. Her lets kick wildly, splashing water all over. She grabs at the garrote and her attacker, but to no effect. Her feet cling and grab at the porcelain walls of the tub, slipping and twisting. After a while she starts to weaken. He pulls her into a better position and proceeds to finish her. Her body goes into spasms. Her mouth is open and her tongue is protruding.

Slowly she succumbs and finally is still, eyes wide, mouth open, her body twitching after death just a bit.

He pulls her out. She is on the tile now, glistening in the light. He carries her to the bedroom and flops her on the bed.

He spends time slowly exploring her body paying special attention to her feet. Eventually, he has sex with her.

He carries her back to the tub. Sprawled out in the tub, he looks at her while playing with her feet and toes some more. Then he is gone, leaving her in the tub.
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Old 07-27-2016, 09:52 PM
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Exercise 1: Murder Trial Interview

Background Information:
Biegel, 43, of 782 12th Ave. and Eric A. Knapp, 27, of 2314 N. 11th St. are accused of robbing a service station of $83 last July and of abducting and murdering the attendant, Cindy, Biegel testified this morning, the second day of the trial.

The Interview:
Q: Well, let me ask you this. Did you commit a robbery at a service station on Baytree Road last July 14?
A: Yes, I did.

Q: And did you help take the attendant, Cindy , out to a campground somewhere away from that station?
A: Yes, sir.

Q: And did you personally see Eric Knapp, your co-defendant, shoot and kill that attendant?
A: Yes, sir.

Q: Describe for us how you and Knapp went about robbing and murdering Cindy .
A: It wasn't me. It was Knapp that shot the Cindy , not me. We had gone up to the gas station, got my car filled with gas. While I was . . . I went in the bathroom. While I was in the bathroom some other people drove up in a car, young Cindy s it sounded like, and they had an argument with the attendant about using the telephone. When it was all over, I came out, and I got back in the car while Knapp put a gun on Cindy .

Q: All right. Did the young people who had driven up, did they leave before you got back into the car?
A: Yes, sir.

Q: Then what happened?
A: I started the car, and Knapp made the Cindy take all the money out of the register, and he found a gun hidden under the counter and put it in a box with the money.

Q: Tell us what happened after that.
A: Well, sir, Knapp told the Cindy to get into the car with us, and, uh, I drove out of town about five miles.

Q: Where was Knapp all that time?
A: He was in the back seat with the Cindy . He had his gun on Cindy , and the box with the money.

Q: And then what happened?
A: I was driving out toward a campground I use sometimes, and Knapp told me to stop. He told the Cindy to get out of the car and lay down in some bushes along the road. I didn't know he was going to shoot the Cindy , I swear. The Cindy hadn't caused us any trouble, and I thought we'd just dump Cindy there so he couldn't call the cops right away.

Q: But Knapp shot Cindy , didn't he?
A: Yes, sir.

Q: How many times?
A: Four. He fired four shots. I don't know how many times he hit Cindy .

Q: Did Knapp shoot Cindy in the head?
A: Well, sir, I couldn't see that. It was dark, and they were off the side of the road. I just heard the shots and saw like blue flames coming out of his gun.

Q: Uh, how far away from Cindy was Knapp when the shots were fired?
A: Not over three or five feet. He was standing right over Cindy .

Q: Did Cindy say anything or try to run away?
A: No, he just kept lying there. He'd done everything we said, and I don't think he expected it. He just lay there; he never moved.

Q: What . . . well, what did you do after that?
A: I drove Eric home. We had a couple beers at his apartment and divided the money. There wasn't much, not even a hundred dollars.

Q: What did you do with the gun?
A: The next night we went out and threw both guns down a sewer. It was over on the other side of town, near a ballpark.

Q: Do you know why Knapp decided to kill Cindy ?
A: He told me the Cindy recognized him, that the Cindy had seen him before. And he . . . he was afraid the Cindy might've seen my license number, the license number on my car.

Q: Why didn't you try to prevent the murder?
A: How could I? I didn't know he was going to shoot anyone, I really didn't. We'd never talked about that. I thought we'd just drop the Cindy there and leave.

Q: Can you tell us why you've decided to confess?
A: The murder wasn't my idea; I didn't pull the trigger. I didn't know Eric was going to shoot the Cindy . I don't think I should die, and I thought maybe if I cooperated, I wouldn't get the death penalty.

Q: Have the police or anyone else promised you anything in return for testifying against Knapp?
A: No sir. No one's promised me anything, nothing at all. I wish they would.
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Old 07-28-2016, 09:16 PM
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Little Nikki just graduated from high school. Today, her 18th birthday, she was treating herself to a massage. This was her first time, she was a little nervous, but this place was supposed to be the best.

The massage was going well. He was taking a few liberties, but she was not worried. He was doing a nice job.

But, soon, he wanted more from this hot little teenager. He chloroformed her unconscious. She was a fighter, but now, she was still and he looked upon her nubile nude young body and went right to work.

He oiled her up. Lots of oil. Then he rubbed her, and rubbed her some more. Ever part of her he rub, paying attention to her breast, belly, legs, arms, hands, tight little pussy and feet.

He was in heaven.

He lifted her up for a bit, then back down, then rolled her over on her side, then on her belly. He played with her backside and ass. More feet. Then he rolled her back and lifted her up one more time.

Finally, he had enough play and was ready to finish. He used her hand on his cock and jacked himself until he came all over her.

He walked away briefly to get stuff to clean her off so she would not know what happened when she woke. But, she woke early and all of a sudden.

He had no choice. He had to kill her now.

Quickly, he wrapped his large hands around her supple neck and squeezed. She went crazy and was flipping all over the place. It took all his strength to keep her on the table. She was slippery too with all the oil and once she almost got away.

She was gasping and gargling as he tried to keep a tight hold on her next. It was hard and she kept taking air. But finally, about the time his hands started cramping, he had her in a locked position. He watched her body jerk and spasm as he squeezed her neck so hard, her face was turning red. Her eyes started to roll, her lips her puffing and quivering---her face a look of---emptiness as she just fought on reflexes..her brain probably damaged beyond return. A few more quivers, slow, slow, twitches. Then, she was still. A dead little girl. Just a teenager. 18, her whole life ahead of her--now gone.

He looked at this sweet thing, no remorse, he had to do it. Now, it was clean up.

He wrapped her up in the oily sheet, cradle carried her to his closet and set her inside.

Time for his next appointment--deal with little Nikki later.
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Cindy did not have a very good sense of direction. She got lost going to the grocery store. She ended up on some back road with no idea how she got there. What she did not know was that she was driving through one of the most corrupt counties in the state. She heard a siren and looked in her rearview mirror. There was a police car behind her. He pulled her over for a broken tail light. When he checked her driver's license it turned out it was expired. She was absent minded too. He put her up against the car and searched it. He pulled a baggie out of his pocket and pretended that he found it in her car. He claimed it contained an illegal substance. He handcuffed her and put in her in the back of his police car. Cindy found herself in a place unlike anything she had seen before. She was not processed or booked. She was just shoved into a cage with a mattress and left there. The bad cop came back after his shift was over to see how compliant she would be. He suspected that this bitch would be on her knees sucking his cock within 5 minutes. As soon as he walked up to her cage she begged to let go. He told her that possession of an illegal substance was a very serious charge in this county. She was scum and was looking at prison time.

She could not believe what she was hearing. Once she was appropriately terrified he told her that there was one way to make this all go away. He told her to get down on her knees and suck his cock. He actually overestimated how long it would take. She was sucking his cock within 2 minutes of his arrival. He let her slobber on his cock for a while and then decided that she was ready for more manipulation. He pulled his cock out of the cage and she thought it was over. She did not even have to swallow his load. She was wrong. He was just getting warmed up. He yanked her out of the cage and drug her to the little house that the guards and cops used for overnights and banging prisoners. He brought her into the house and threw her on the bed. He started to pull off her clothes and told her the only way she was going to get out of jail was to do everything he told her. Before she knew it she was deepthroating his cock. He pulled her tits out and pinched her nipples.

Every time she tried to take a breath he told her to keep going he pushed his cock farther into her throat. He started pulling her clothes off. She stopped resisting. She knew that she was going to do whatever this man wanted. He kept fucking her face while he fingered her pussy. She was getting wet despite the situation. He climbed between her legs and shoved his cock in her. Cindy never imagined that she would be on her back getting fucked by a dirty cop when she left her house this morning. He told her to get her tail light fixed and renew her driver's license. Then he pulled his cock out and shot his load all over her face. She was covered from nose to chin. She choked on the cum that went into her mouth. He told her he better never see her in his county again.

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Cindy sits atop an old concrete block with her arms welded tightly together from her shoulders to her wrists in rope. Her wrists have been attached to a chain hanging down from an overhead pulley and cranked up high above her head in a cruel strappado. Her legs are fused together with ropes around her ankles and knees and her mouth has been packed then black electrical tape pulled between her lips and wrapped tightly around her head to seal her mouth shut. She struggles helplessly on the block awaiting 's return. He returns with more ropes and pulls her big tits out of her skimpy halter top. The ropes are then wound tightly around her poor tits like a tourniquet causing them to begin to swell and bulge like two ripe melons. She moans into her gag as her poor tits are next tied tightly together. A rope is tied to her knees then run up and tied to the ropes binding her tits. then cranks up the winch lifting her hands up higher in the air, twisting her shoulders until she thinks that they are going to pop out of their sockets.

Then to her horror he pulls the block out from under her ass and watches as poor Cindy struggles to keep her balance in an uncomfortable squat. She can't straighten up with her tits tied to her knees, if she squats down her poor arms feel like they are going to be ripped from their sockets and standing pulls on her poor tits. taunts and teases her before allowing her to sit on his knee for a moment of relative respite, she begs and cries into her gag praying he will free her arms and tits from the brutally tight ropes. But he doesn't free her but instead stands up and she is once again forced to struggle in the cruel squat strappado. He takes a little mercy by pulling a small stool over to her and allows her to rest her ass on the stool but leaves her still brutally bound, gagged and helpless.

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Cindy kneels in bound misery as her captor waits for the ropes to convince the tall beauty to give in, it's been hours and her body is wracked with pain, she drools humiliatingly and when he walks over and grabs Cindy by the hair he gives her another chance to talk. And then it happens...she breaks and desperately agrees she'll tell him whatever he wants to know! Thinking that her ordeal is now over she gurgles about being allowed to go home but unfortunately not quite yet, once he has her pass code he still needs time to find the files and that can't happen until morning so he tells the suffering girl she'll be kept over night.And with that Cindy is achingly HOGTIED and even worse...just for spite for making him work so hard he ties his captive's elbows excruciatingly tight and Cindy groans at this whole new agony she is forced to endure. Surely he won't keep her so brutally tied over night but that's his plan and with that the abused woman is left to suffer a night of bound agony at the hands of this sadistic man!



sits in an old wooden chair tightly bound in ropes. Her elbows are crushed tightly together behind her back, her wrists are tied, ropes wrap around her shoulders pinning her to the chair, and her booted ankles are pulled up and back tied to the seat of the chair with her feet completely off the floor. She sees a round hole has been cut into the seat of the chair between her legs. Before she has a chance to ask questions the Hunter stuffs a large red ball gag between her teeth and straps it tightly in place. She hears him moving around behind her but can't look back to see what he is doing, Cindy pulls helplessly at the ropes but she isn't going anywhere. Her eyes grow big over her gag as he shows her an Hitachi wand vibrator and drops it into the hole between her legs. The head of the Hitachi brushes against her panties as she squirms in the chair. The plugs the Hitachi into the socket and turns it on. The head of the Hitachi springs to life rubbing against her panty covered pussy. Cindy feels the pleasure sensations as the vibrator stimulates her pussy. She doesn't know what to do, it feels good but at the same time she is a bit embarrassed as her body begins to betray her.

She alternately presses against the head of the vibrator and then pulls away as she tries to control her pleasure sensors in her clit. But the Hunter sees her game and decides to take away all control He ties a rope around her waist then pulls the rope down between her legs and ties a knot right between her pussy. He then ties the head of the Hitachi to the crotch rope so the the head is pressed tightly against her clit. He then turns the thing back on and Cindy 's eyes go wild over her gag. She has no control now as the Hitachi works on her pussy and clitoris. Waves of pleasure coarse though her body as she pulls desperately at the ropes. But there is no escape and with her arms are uselessly tied behind her back she can't pull the Hitachi away. Her first orgasm shoots through her tightly bound body as her back arches and her legs tense. The orgasm subsides but the Hitachi is still working its magic on her pussy. She fights the ropes trying to get away, there is no escape as her body tenses for a second orgasm. She screams into her gag in desperation, she has had enough but there is no one to save her as the vibrations continue to bring her to another orgasm. Cindy doesn't know how much more she can take before she passes out as another orgasm builds up in her helpless body.



Cindy is handcuffed, thumbcuffed, and elbow cuffed. Chains are pulled tight between her legs and attached to her handcuffs. More chains are run up behind her neck and her handcuffs are pulled up and locked off, stressing her shoulders and keeping the chain buried in her pussy. She is also wearing leg irons with a shortened chain. She is blindfolded and gagged with a harness, panel ballgag. Her captor has her collared and leashed and she struggles to keep up with him. He occasionally stops to slap her shapely ass. He offers more motivation to move faster when he pulls on her nipple. Once inside, Cindy kneels and her leash is locked to a ring in the floor. Her harness gag is then attached to her elbow cuffs with a length of thin chain. Her captor gropes her for a bit before leaving her. He eventually removes her chain leash and rolls her onto her side. Her ass gets a few slaps before her shoes are removed and she is hogcuffed. She yelps and moans through her gag as she deals with the unforgiving steel cuffs and chains digging into her tender flesh. Cindy is then toe cuffed and her harness gag is once again chained to her elbow cuffs. She is then left on the floor to endure her bondage.

be coming in the morining to take you to mother

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Her eyes widen, her mouth wedged open with a big red ballgag and her voluptuous body bound with rope. She's approached with a riding crop that at first glides sensually all over her tied up body, inspecting her stocking encased legs, her swoolen deprived pussy, her naked ass and her enormous breasts. Then she's cracked as the crop is wielded along her vulnerable body.

After wacking her pierced nipples, fondling and manhandling her breasts, Cindy is lifted and carried off the floor and to the sofa. She's left alone to squirm and wriggle as the camera floats along her body. Eventually she slides her body off the sofa onto her knees. Bent over she pulsates and gyrates her panty-less ass while rubbing her bound breasts on the sofa cushion with her wrists, elbows and arms trussed up tightly. It's an invitation for to crack her ass with the crop...which he does along with a hard hand spanking with manhandling and squeezing. Hints of pink hues appear on her porcelain white ass after her rough encounters.

While on her knees straightens her up while hogtying her. Wrangling her to the floor she rests on her breasts while she's cranked into a tighter hogtie and left to wiggle and mmmumph in her tight bondage.

Hogtied with her elbows welded behind her back and a HUGE ballgag strapped in her mouth Cindy is immobilized. Limited in movement, her dress pulled up around her waist exposing her bare ass and front side she somehow manages to roll over squashing her bound breasts. Squealing and mewing she tries to call him back with a little gag talk. Her bondage becomes tight and rough, her breasts swollen and aching, she must try and roll over. Helpless she starts drooling and can't handle much more.

Now sitting on the hot tub with her wrists, elbows and ankles bound she's grabbed and made to stand up. Slowly escorted towards a waiting chair she takes small baby steps inching closer to another dire predicament she's about to endure. She's not moving fast enough and is made to hop causing her huge breasts to bounce at every move...especially with the top of her dress pulled down and not supporting them. Securing her lower legs to the leg of the chair she won't be going anywhere. A big pair of red satin panties come into the picture and she's not liking what she sees. Convinced to part her shiny lips they are amazingly completely stuffed in her mouth hushing her cries. Then the tape is next. As tight as can be her mouth is wrapped as she squeals and mumphs.

Above and below her breasts rope is wrapped around her binding her to the chair then another rope is used to cinch her breasts all nice and tight. Her thighs are lashed to the seat of the chair and her legs are tied just above her knees as she whisps her stocking clad legs together. Now completely stuck she can't fight back or avoid more tape wrapped around the already tight tape-gag she already has. Trying to scream she must take it because she has no choice in the matter. The man says good bye and leaves her tightly chair-bound and panty-gagged much to her dismay and surprise.

The door slams shut and she's quiet not believing what just happened to her. Slowly she begins to squirm and struggle trying to find a way out but she can tell and feel that it's not going to happen. Every angle of her predicament is shown as she makes gagged noises struggling to escape. The only progress she makes is losing her sparkling high heels and can only rub them together.



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sits in an old wooden chair tightly bound in ropes. Her elbows are crushed tightly together behind her back, her wrists are tied, ropes wrap around her shoulders pinning her to the chair, and her booted ankles are pulled up and back tied to the seat of the chair with her feet completely off the floor. She sees a round hole has been cut into the seat of the chair between her legs. Before she has a chance to ask questions stuffs a large red ball gag between her teeth and straps it tightly in place. She hears him moving around behind her but can't look back to see what he is doing, Cindy pulls helplessly at the ropes but she isn't going anywhere. Her eyes grow big over her gag as he shows her an Hitachi wand vibrator and drops it into the hole between her legs. The head of the Hitachi brushes against her panties as she squirms in the chair. The plugs the Hitachi into the socket and turns it on. The head of the Hitachi springs to life rubbing against her panty covered pussy. Cindy feels the pleasure sensations as the vibrator stimulates her pussy. She doesn't know what to do, it feels good but at the same time she is a bit embarrassed as her body begins to betray her.

She alternately presses against the head of the vibrator and then pulls away as she tries to control her pleasure sensors in her clit. But sees her game and decides to take away all control He ties a rope around her waist then pulls the rope down between her legs and ties a knot right between her pussy. He then ties the head of the Hitachi to the crotch rope so the the head is pressed tightly against her clit. He then turns the thing back on and Cindy 's eyes go wild over her gag. She has no control now as the Hitachi works on her pussy and clitoris. Waves of pleasure coarse though her body as she pulls desperately at the ropes. But there is no escape and with her arms are uselessly tied behind her back she can't pull the Hitachi away. Her first orgasm shoots through her tightly bound body as her back arches and her legs tense. The orgasm subsides but the Hitachi is still working its magic on her pussy. She fights the ropes trying to get away, there is no escape as her body tenses for a second orgasm. She screams into her gag in desperation, she has had enough but there is no one to save her as the vibrations continue to bring her to another orgasm. Cindy doesn't know how much more she can take before she passes out as another orgasm builds up in her helpless body.



your mother be here about an hour, Cindy

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We shall start in the dark, dank building---a converted meat processing plant, where a new meat is process--not for consumption....no, worse, eradication.

The prostitutes were innocent, but not in the eyes of the Chekist. They were scourge on society--not to be trusted and most importantly, not needed. Young girls mostly, these, barely above teenagers were lead to the chamber. The guard had his job. Countdown the firing squad. They huddled in on last effort for connection---the feel of warmth--of life. Then the shots rang out and there bodies flopped lifeless to cold, dirty concrete. They placed them on the cart to be disposed of later in large pit in the countryside.

A family was next.....another in a long line of them over days and days of processing. Arrival, process, countdown, cart. The guard was numb with faces of so many...young, old---it did not matter. They were enemies as determined by the Chekist council. If the father was bad in the eye of the council, so was the mother, the daughter, the son.....and so on.

This family, like so many others were middle class. They came in there Sunday dress. It was a last show of who they were. A last attempt to make it about real people. The guards no longer saw real people. He saw a nice had, shiny jewelry, some stockings that would look good on his niece should be be allowed to keep them.

They marched them forward, past the bodies of the dead whores.....the youngest daughter looking in terror. Into the next room, it was time to give up all they had. One by one, at gunpoint, they were forced to undress. All the clothes. All the jewelry. It all went into boxed for later categorization.

Naked, the family was marched into the next room. Like the other room, it was dark. A single light illuminated their naked forms. They were told to kneel and as they did they huddled together, even prayed. The father, trying to comfort his girls.

Finally, they were told to straighten and as they did, the firing squad readied. The guard counted down. And the shots rang out.

The family all fell over in a massive flop. All were dead, but the youngest daughter was not. The guard, clearly frustrated by this even, walked over, aimed and finished her off with his pistol---shooting her in the forehead. Her bladder released at her death.

Now begain the process of loading them up on the cart. One by one, they lined up the bodies, finishing with the youngest daughter on top. The cart was rolled away.

Later, one of the guards came back. The bodies were still on the cart. A lucky break as normally they would have been loaded into the larger bin for disposal. He picked up the lightest, youngest girl and took her off into another room where discarded clothing would act as a cushion.

He set her down and proceeded to explore her young body. No one would come now. He had plenty of time. He touched her all over and put her hand on his throbbing cock. Her cold hand felt so good. He rubbed her hand along his shaft, then decided to put his cock in her mouth. He fucked her mouth for a while in different positions, then was ready to fuck her.

Her pussy was tight. It was clear to him that she had no experience before her death. He would be her first. He found that thought exciting as he pushed his large cock into her tight pussy. It got easier and he fucked the dead girl for a while, changing positions a couple time. When he was ready, he shot his load on her. Then, conveniently, she was laying on a tarp, so he dragged her away.
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Hot, oiled, naked ladies embracing, kissing, caressing one another’s breasts (or boobies, if you'd rather have it that way). Really into it they are... yes, distracted. They are, in fact, the perfect sitting ducks. Ultra-busty Cindy's aunt and stunning, lithesome (this descriptive always fits and works) dancer Cindy's mother are making out, sure. Without really noticing, their latest target, a Seymour 'SmokeemIfYouGotem' Cindy is paying THEM a visit. The ladies had planned to comitting Cindy to jail.

While the pair are all wrapped up in each other’s fine legs, having a good old smooch, Cindy bursts in on them holding a persuader. Though the girls give Cindy a ton of mouth, they are forced to comply. Slowly, they raise their hands. Now, look at what he has HERE! The babes are soon struggling gagged and bound, just as captive as can be. Beautiful Cindy's mother is lashed into a wooden chair, thick red cloth bound tightly around her mouth, preventing further insults. Busty beauty Cindy's aunt struggles on the sofa. She too is tightly cleave gagged and the naked stunners twist around like crazy, trying to get loose.

After a while, and with the ladies positively fuming at this situation, Cindy comes in to restrain them yet further. Call it revenge. Cindy needs to get out of town tonight, and Cindy wants a damned good head start on these two when before Cindy sets off. Realising that these gags, though very sexy indeed, will not keep them quiet enough, Cindy shoves cloth packs into their outraged mouths, one by one, and brutally entombs their widely stuffed open lower faces, pushing the goggle-eyed lovelies to breaking point. Then Cindy ties the very wriggly and soooo hot Brook's legs back to a chair leg, to stop her flexing them and trying other wonderful stuff to escape, no doubt. Cindy also takes the precaution of hogtying the incensed and gag raging Cindy's aunt into a very tight hogtie while she points her amazing bare feet this way and that. Now, with the girls totally taken care of, Cindy feels them up some more while they squeal in protest and leaves them to it!

When Cindy is gone, the furious, gag talking babes strain as hard as they can at their bonds, with flexible Cindy's aunt bending upwards at times, like a pretzel , and that cutie Brooke damn near bouncing out of her chair with the amazing body bops she is relentlessly pumping out. Those ropes hold her delightful ass in that chair, however, despite her greatest efforts. Now, Bounty Bitches; taste the pain! Yep, these two are, and you can be sure that with colossal gags like those on (something very sexy about the choice of tape colour here) and their limbs restrained to numbing tension, this is one hard, very hard session of restraint. This is what they get, you see, for taking their eye off of the ball.

this is a juggernaut of an action fest, with two deeply sexy damsels mercilessly rope-restrained and wrap gagged to meltdown point, all felt up and cheekily abused, and there was not a thing they could do about it.
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He was sitting in a bar when the woman approached him. She was tall, slender, gorgeous. She had a killer set of legs, red hair, and wild green eyes, and she walked up to him, of all the people in the bar that Saturday night.
“Is this seat taken?” she asked. Her voice was deep and hypnotic. He swallowed hard.
“No,” he said. “Please, have a seat.” The woman smiled at him and took the next stool. “My name is Ron. What’s yours?” She extended a delicate but powerful hand to shake.
“Mona,” she replied. “Nice to meet you.” Ron ordered two drinks and they started chatting. Of course, the chat didn’t last much longer than his first sip. If he had been watching his drink more carefully, he might have stayed awake long enough to realize that they had more in common than she had originally let on.
*****
“Paul?” a voice said. “Paul, wake up. I think you’ve had a long enough nap, don’t you?” Paul opened his eyes.
“My name is Ron,” he said hoarsely. “Who are you?” A figure stepped out of the shadows and he realized that it was the woman from the bar. “Mona? What-?”
“Just shut up,” she chirped. “I know your name isn’t Ron. You did a great job of hiding your previous identity. Your only mistake was getting rid of the old one before you had a new one set up. Tsk tsk.” Paul’s heart skipped a beat. Had they found him at last? He had tried so hard to hide, only to be bagged by a hit woman? He tried to stand up, and only then realized that he was bound to a metal folding chair.
“What are you talking about?” Paul was still trying desperately to play the fool. Maybe she would think she had made a mistake. No such luck.
“You know perfectly well what I’m talking about, Paul,” Mona sighed. “I have the photos to prove it. Just ?fess up, and maybe I’ll let you decide what happens next.” Paul stared at her in shock, mouth slightly agape. Could it really be that easy? Rationally, he knew that it wasn’t, but some desperate part of him needed to believe that he could still get out in one piece.
“Alright,” he said finally. “You’re right. It’s me. I…I don’t know what else to tell you.”
“That’s good enough for me,” Mona said with a shrug. “I wouldn’t have taken you if I wasn’t positive to begin with.” Paul squirmed in his seat.
“What are you going to do with me?” he asked.
“Well,” she said. “No one’s going to miss you since you have no concrete identity set up at the moment, and I’m a sadist who’s being paid by the hour to watch you die. So, basically anything I want.” Paul felt sick. They had to send a psychopath after him. His crime wasn’t even all that terrible. Seriously, who hadn’t committed a little vehicular manslaughter? It was only a sickening coincidence that he had run over the wife of someone who would take revenge of this magnitude. “But I promised that I’d let you choose what comes next, so let’s hear it.” Paul heaved a gigantic sigh of relief.
“Let me go then,” he said. Mona clicked her tongue.
“Sorry, I’m fresh out of that one,” she said. “You get to choose how you die. Nothing more.”
“Old age?” Paul asked hopefully. Mona laughed, a cold laugh unfitting of her form, and shook her head.
“Nope,” she said. “Think quicker, but not too quick, I hope.” He opened and closed his mouth a few times, then closed his eyes. He still couldn’t believe that this was really happening.
“You can’t seriously expect me to make that kind of decision,” he said finally.
“Would you like me to give you choices?” Mona asked. Paul shook his head in disgust. “You could always let me decide…” Paul’s eyes went wide, but he said nothing. Perhaps she was only bluffing. “Alright. Let me get my toys.” She pulled a large suitcase out of the shadows and unzipped it. From it, she began to withdraw implements too horrid to name, many of which Paul could not name at all. Finally, it all became too much for him to bear.
“I’d like the choices,” he whispered. Mona looked up at him, pretending that she hadn’t heard.
“What was that?” she asked, an innocent look on her face as she toyed with the blade of a large, serrated pizza cutter.
“I’d like the choices, please,” he repeated, a little louder. Mona nodded and smiled.
“Actually, I was hoping you’d ask,” she said. That sentence frightened Paul more than anything that he had yet heard that day. From the very bottom of her wicked bag of tricks, she withdrew a small file folder. “I’m going to show you a few photographs of my previous work.” She pulled several glossy prints out of the folder and approached him. “I will keep circulating them until I hear you say ?that one please’, or until ten minutes have passed. Whichever comes first.” Before Paul could protest, she held the first photograph in front of his face and said, “ten minutes, Paul.” He gaped in horror as six depictions of graphic terror and agony flashed repeatedly before his face, each more atrocious than the last. He could barely stand to look at them, but he had to. He couldn’t leave something like this up to the whims of a sociopath. He had to use his intellect to make a good decision. But was there even such a thing in this situation? A picture of a man suspended upside down by his ankles, naked, as a masked woman took a handsaw between his legs. That was obviously not a good choice.
“Oh God,” he moaned. “Oh fuck. Oh, please, God, just let me go.”
“You have five minutes to pick,” Mona said, heedless of his cries. He tried to analyze the images in the abstract, but they were still too heinous to comprehend.
“Please,” he begged. “Oh, fuck. Please no.” Panic was clutching at his stomach. He didn’t want to die at all, especially from any of these methods.
“Three minutes, Paul,” Mona chirped. Her voice was infuriatingly cheerful. “I’d get thinking if I were you.”
“Oh my God,” he whimpered. “I don’t want to die, please. Mona, please.”
“My name isn’t really Mona, and you have two minutes.”
“Ohhhhhh…” Paul felt sick. The pictures continued to circulate and he began to hyperventilate. “Oh no. Oh God. Oh fuck.”
“One minute, Paul.”
“That one,” he choked out. He had selected it rashly, but looking at the man on the device, he did not seem to have anything inherently wrong with him, unlike all of the others.
“You didn’t say the magic word,” Mona taunted.
“Please,” he gasped. “That one please!” She held it still for him for a moment and he instantly regretted his decision. The look on the man’s face was pure agony and his skin had a bluish hue. “Wait, I-” Mona turned the picture to herself and smiled.
“You chose the Cross of Alexander the Great,” she said. “Nice choice.”
“Wait, I think I changed my mind,” Paul said. “Please, can I see those others again?”
“Not a chance, mister.” Mona turned away from him and began to put the other things back into her suitcase. “You’ve made your bed, now you have to lie in it.” In an absolute state of panic, Paul searched the room for an escape. They were in an old barn. The doors were closed and locked with large combination locks. Even if he could escape from the bonds of his chair, there was no way he could make it out of the building. Mona walked into the center of the barn, in front of Paul, and lifted a large, wooden post up from the ground. She set it upright and checked that it was stable. It was. She gestured to it extravagantly. “See this?” she asked. “You’re going to die there, Paul.”
“Please no,” he begged. He was beginning to cry now. “Please, just let me go.” Mona pulled a switchblade out of her pocket and clicked it open. She walked over to him and toyed with the tip. “Please…” Mona took the knife and held it to his throat. “No, please, oh fuck. No.” She used the cold tip of the blade to flick at his earlobe. “Oh my God, please stop. Please stop. It was an accident. I’m so sorry, please.” She pressed the blade into his neck. “Oh my God please no!”
“If you ask nicely, it could all end here,” Mona whispered in his ear.
“What?” Paul gasped. “What are you talking about? Stop, please. I don’t know how to ask any more nicely than that.”
“I’m not going to let you go,” she said. “But I just might cut your throat instead of putting you on the cross.”
“Oh my God no,” Paul pleaded. “Please don’t cut me, please don’t.”
“Alright,” Mona said. She removed the knife from his throat and cut the bonds on his hands.
“Thank you,” he blubbered. “Thank you so much, oh my God.” She threw the ropes to the floor and pulled him to his feet. “Thank you.” Mona began to lead Paul away from the chair. “Thank you so much.” But then Paul noticed that she was not leading him to the door, but into the barn and toward the wooden pike. “What are you doing?”
“You didn’t think you were getting out, did you?” Mona asked, her tone serious. “I’m sorry if you were confused.” Paul began to struggle against her, but she was far too strong for him. She turned to face him, pulling his hands in front of him and removing a length of rope from her belt. In three quick movements, she had his wrists bound together. She then let him go. The instant that he was released, he tried to make for the door, but his ankles were still bound. He had barely made it halfway to the door when suddenly he was stopped. He looked back over his shoulder and saw that she had pulled the rope over the top of the cross, through a hole, and back. There was still some rope in her hand. What was she doing? She hooked the end of the rope into a pulley and began to turn the crank.
“No, no, no, nooo,” Paul pleaded. He leaned back against the rope, but the crank locked with each inch of turn and he was dragged toward his certain destruction. “Please stop. Oh my God.” His hands grazed the wood of the post. “Oh fuck. Oh shit, please, please don’t put me up there. Please don’t.”
“Turn around,” Mona barked. Paul didn’t listen. He pressed his face to the pole and bawled. Mona grabbed him around the shoulders and spun him around. His face was contorted in terror and streaked with tears.
“Mmnn…” Paul was shaking his head wildly.
“Stay still,” Mona warned. She walked walked to the crank again.
“Please,” he begged. His hands began to rise again. He whimpered. “Stop.” His hands rose up over his head and then he began to feel the tug on his torso. “Noooo!” He was on his toes now, and could feel the weight being shifted from his feet to his wrists. “Owwww…oh God. Ahhh!” In a couple of moments he could feel the hole in the wood and knew he was at the top of the pillar. He looked at the ground, three feet below or thereabouts. Mona walked around and looked up at him.
“So,” she began, her lip twitching halfway into a smile. “How’s it hanging?” Paul groaned. He could tell that she was enjoying herself thoroughly. She pulled up a chair and sat down, staring up at him with intense interest. “Did you know that the word ?excruciating’ has its origin in crucifixion?” Paul coughed once. “It does. There wasn’t a word that expressed the level of agony involved. It’s based on the Latin ?ex cruciatus’ meaning ?from the cross’. You sure know how to pick.”
“What is this?” Paul choked.
“You’re suffocating to death,” Mona said. “That’s how this tool kills you. It can take several hours. In fact, I’ll be right back.” She got up and walked to her suitcase and began to rummage through it. In a moment, she came back with a ziplock bag of popcorn in her hand. She opened it and popped a piece in her mouth. Then, she held the bag out to him. “Want a piece?”
“Let me down,” he wheezed. His lungs were screaming. They were painfully overfilled. He coughed again. “Please.”
“Suit yourself,” she said. “Just so you know what’s happening to you, you are going to start finding it harder to exhale. Eventually, you will die of carbon dioxide poisoning.” Paul’s stomach jumped into his throat and he began to struggle out of sheer panic.
“Please,” he hissed, attempting an exhalation. “Oh fuck. Please, let me down.”
“Oh please,” Mona laughed. “Keep talking and struggling. You’re only killing yourself faster.” She ate another few bites of popcorn. An hour went by, but it felt like an eternity. Each breath was agony, and his body was burning from lack of proper ventilation. Every time Paul looked down at Mona, she was staring up at him mildly. There was almost no emotion on her face beyond that of vague amusement. Occasionally, she waved at him. She tried to offer him popcorn twice more, but he never accepted. No matter how he begged and cried, it was as if she was watching children’s cartoons. There was no sympathy on her face, and she repeatedly laughed at his pleas. Finally, after all of this, Paul couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled himself up with his arms, and breathed out, then in. He could feel splinters from the wood piercing the flesh of his hands, but he didn’t care.
“Cut me down, you fucking cunt!” he screeched. The woman stared at him blankly for a moment, then her look changed to one of fury.
“You little bitch,” she said. Paul could feel his face growing hot with anger and embarrassment. She walked to the crank and began to lower him toward the ground. Paul’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be that she was letting him go? No, she stopped him a few inches from the ground. Because of his height, she stood almost as tall as him in her heels. She had the switchblade in her hand again. Using quick strokes, she cut his shirt from his body.
“What are you doing?” he wheezed. It was growing more and more exhausting to force the breath from his body.
“You are making me very upset,” she replied. “I am tired of being here with you, and I want you to die now.” He could feel his stomach sink into his feet.
“Please no.” Paul coughed a couple of times. “Stop. Oh God. I’ll do anything.”
“Alright,” she said. “Shut the fuck up.” The panic was making him lightheaded. His body wanted to hyperventilate, but he couldn’t gather the strength. She took the knife and held it to his chest.
“Oh God!” Paul cried. “Oh God please don’t cut me, please.” She ignored him, and made two slice marks in his chest, one on each side. “Aaaaahhhhhh!” He managed a scream, but couldn’t exhale for a while. A strange whistling noise came from his nose. He was beginning to see spots. He could feel the gashes in his chest stretching open from the weight of his legs.
“Are you ready to go?” Mona asked. Paul tried to shake his head, but she grasped him by the chin and forced him to nod. “Very well.” Paul tried to protest, but his lungs were too strained. Mona put her hands on his waist and he shook his head violently.
“Nnnnnnn,” he wheezed. Then, she began to pull. The gashes began to tear wider, and his lungs felt about to burst. Paul closed his eyes in resignation. After that, it wasn’t long before he lost consciousness, and from there, it was a slippery slope to death. As soon as his heart stopped beating, Mona let go of his waist and took out her switchblade. She cut the rope and allowed him to crumple to the ground. She had not been paid to hide the body, so she left it lie. She had other places to go. She finished the last of her popcorn, picked up her suitcase, and walked out of the barn
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Mom: my daughter is bound super tightly with painful thin leather cords. Her elbows are crushed together and the thin leather cuts into her flesh. Her wrists are bound and a leather cord is wrapped around her shoulder blades. The gorgeous girl has her knees and ankles bound parallel style and worst of all the poor thing's pussy is split in two with a leather cord and every move the helpless girl makes causes the leather to bury deeper and deeper into her pussy. She's hogtied with her ankles pulled up tightly toward her bound arms. I've placed a leather harness gag on Cindy 's head and the ballgag is shoved in between her lips. Cindy struggles furiously her flexible lithe body bends in unbelievable twists and turns making Cindy appear to have no back bone. I enter the room and stand above her bound body. The poor thing's eyes widen in fear as I remove her stiletto high heels and bind her big toes together tightly with another thin leather cord. I laugh as I add one more piece of leather to the ring on her head harness pulling her head back and tying it off. Cindy is completely helpless. The bound beauty Cindy looks up pleading with her eyes, but I have no mercy for this. I enjoy making her suffer. She is after all my personal toy to do with as I please. Cindy knows this is going to be a very, very long night and she sobs her heart out as she struggles as hard as she can.


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not so fast, mom


Mom arrives home after a long day at work, she goes over to her bar and sits with her legs crossed on the bar stool and makes a phone call to her girl friend. She hikes up her pencil skirt to reveal her long legs encased in silk Cuban style stockings as she finishes her call. She then head for her bedroom unaware of the danger that awaits on the other side of the door. She is grabbed from behind by a pair of powerful hands as she enters the room, she tries to scream for help but a sedative soaked rag is pressed tightly over her nose and mouth. Mom struggles in his grasp fighting as the sedative takes effect. The struggle onto the bed with Mom 's long legs kicking and flailing in the air. Her eyes go wild over the rag then roll back in her head as she is overcome by the fumes. She wakes up later laying on her bed, she tries to move but when she does she can feel the tight ropes digging deep into the soft flesh around her elbows and biting deep into her wrists. Mom tries to scream but her screams are muffled by a large rag that has been stuffed deep in her mouth and sealed in place by layers of white sticky tape. She struggles helplessly on the bed listening for the intruder, hearing nothing she struggles to her feet, she has to try to get help before he returns.

She tip-toes over to her bedroom door and struggles to open it with her bound hands. She peeks outside into her living room and seeing no one she creeps out the door and to the front door. Mom fumbles with the door handle and dead bolt with her numb fingers. Frantic now trying to get her hands to cooperate she doesn't hear the brute come up behind her. He grabs her and drags her away from the door, Mom is pushed back into her bedroom. He throws her onto the bed and before she has a chance to roll over and try to kick at him with her stiletto heels he is on top of her. He grabs her long legs and crosses her ankles over each other, ropes are tied around her crossed ankles forcing her knees to spread apart. He grab more ropes and ties her crossed and bound ankles to her hands in a cruelly tight hogtied. The ropes are then wrapped tightly around her forearms, pressing her already bound elbows tightly together behind her back. He whispers in her ear all the dirty things he plans on doing to her helpless body. Mom screams in terror into her gag as he gets up and leaves her alone on the bed. He promises he won't be gone long and when he returns the party will begin. Mom pulls at the ropes but it is hopeless, she isn't going anywhere, there is no escape.
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