Two Models, 54 Minutes
It's never a good sign when someone's led into the room with ropes
tight around
her
torso and a bag over her head! When the bag's removed to reveal the
lovely
face of Ryan
Ryans,
her anxious eyes wide above the knotted gag between her lips, it's
clear that her
escort
Vanessa Veracruz is up to no good. Indeed, Ryan's being held in
expectation of
a profitable
exchange and in the meantime, Vanessa's going to entertain herself at
the
bound beauty's
expense! Soon Ryan's breasts have been bared and Vanessa eagerly
fondles
them as she
squirms
in the chair to which she's been roped. Next Ryan's shoes come off,
so
mischievous
Vanessa can
tickle her bare soles, then the lithe bad girl straddles her prey for some
in-her-
face nipple
tweaking!
If sweet Ryan thinks Vanessa will get bored teasing her bound
body, she's
quickly
disillusioned after her clothes are removed and she stands naked,
trussed and
tethered to a
wooden cabinet! Ungagged for a moment, Ryan begs to be released
but wicked
Vanessa
responds
with a shiny red ball that she straps between the powerless girl's lips,
then turns
her eyes
once more to that amazing bosom. In a few moments, Vanessa's
attention --
and her hand
--
wanders between Ryan's legs, where the creative villainess next
locates a
crotch-rope!
Just in
case her dominance isn't clear, Vanessa tugs on the annoying coil while
slyly
raising a boot
over Ryan's vulnerable bare toes. Yes, the fiery-haired fury relishes the
power
she wields
over the beautiful nude -- but power relations can be reversed in the
blink of an
eye!
Vanessa doesn't look nearly as tough once her boots and pants are
removed
and she
sits
bound and barefoot in a large armchair, while Ryan, back in her blouse
and skirt,
looms
above
her! Although Ryan knows it would be smart to call 911, she can't
resist
grabbing some
payback
at the not-so-tough chick's expense. So she orders Vanessa to call her
partner
and as
soon as
it's clear that he won't be back for at least an hour, it's showtime for
Ryan! After
gagging
her, Ryan lifts Vanessa's petite bare feet into the air and inflicts some
turnabout
tickling on
her quivering soles. Soon Vanessa's shirt is barely there and her rope-
framed
breasts are
fair
game for vengeful Ryan, but the once meek young wife is just getting
started! A
tape-gag
replaces the stunned villainess's cleave and she's reversed in the
armchair so
that her
round
bare bottom is perfectly placed for spanking. Ryan can't deny herself
the
pleasure of giving
those tiny wrinkled soles another fingernail salute and also treats
Vanessa to a
brief pussy
massage!
Ryan amps up her humiliation of Vanessa by installing her naked on
a dining
table; the
ball-gag she happily installed between her blonde plaything's lips now
serves its
purpose in
her own mouth! After watching in satisfaction as Vanessa writhes,
Ryan pays
her final
tribute
to the subjugated gang-moll's breasts and feet, adds a nip on her
nipple, then
has the
bright
idea to spread her defeated enemy's legs by attaching her ankles to
the table
legs!
Whimpering
in embarrassment, Vanessa gets a last look at her nemesis when the
bag Ryan
once wore is
placed
over her head and she's left to struggle. An impressive reversal of
fortune --
but reckless
Ryan has spent too much time toying with Vanesssa, so she's about to
join her
in bondage!
Sorry, Ryan, you should have called for help when you had the
chance! Now
you're
naked
again, sitting with Vanessa on the floor like her bondage twin; her
partner's
annoyed with
the
way this whole scheme has disintegrated so he wasn't very polite when
he
stuffed cloth in
your
mouth and sealed it in place with duct-tape. But Vanessa didn't
escape his ire
as well, so
she
received the taut-rope-and-duct-tape treatment as well. Both of you
are
understandably
anxious, so you turn your agitated emotions on each other with muffled
epithets
and angry
stares; Vanessa's even pissed-off enough to maneuver menacingly
close to you.
But then,
amazingly, you both have a change of heart when you realize that even
a small
chance of
escape
will require co-operation. Twisting back-to-back on your hips, you
pluck
feverishly but
ineffectually at each other's bound wrists, an operation that ends
abruptly when
you're
turned
away and immobilized on your hips with waist-ankle tethers! Nothing
to do now
but huddle
together like the friendly enemies you've become and hope that the
good guys
are on their
way!