Two Models, 48 Minutes
When Ashley Lane heard rumors that a local house was headquarters
for a burglary ring,
the part-time realtor couldn't resist beginning her own investigation,
i.e., snooping around
the home. She was excited to discover some of the loot from a
recent break-in but was
soon caught by one of the inhabitants, who didn't buy her excuse
that she'd simply
wandered into the house while searching for promising real estate.
Tightly bound in
blouse and skirt, Ashley was silenced with cloth stuffing jammed in
her mouth and secured
with a tight knotted gag by the unsympathetic thief. As she
struggled on the hardwood
floor of a narrow hallway, the amateur detective regretted her rash
intrusion, an emotion
that grew more intense after her breasts were bared by the leering
crook!
Trapped in rope, Ashley had one hope left -- her close friend
Scarlett Bloom, who'd
helped her out of awkward situations before. So when she heard
Scarlett's voice softly
calling her name, Ashley murmured a gag-stifled response and her
friend rushed down the
hall to release her. But Scarlett's rescue mission came to a
regrettable end that left the tall
brunette sitting bound on the floor and tethered to a railing next to
the bare-breasted and
tape-gagged Ashley. The frightened friends twisted in their rope
webs until Ashley lay
sprawled on the floor; she was left alone in her bondage after the
gang-leader took
Scarlett away for solo interrogation.
Scarlett stood tied to a wooden bedpost while the paranoid man
demanded to know
who had sent Ashley and her to spy on his business. The nervous
girl tried to explain that
her friend was simply a harmless eccentric and swore that neither
wanted to cause
trouble. Her explanation failed to convince the hardened character
so Scarlett's lips were
spread by a knotted black gag, then her short white dress grew even
shorter as she
writhed anxiously when her breasts and pussy were exposed during a
callous intimidation
procedure.
When Ashley began her dubious investigation, she never
imagined it would lead to
such a stark tableau: She and Scarlett curled up separately in naked
bondage on couches
just a few feet apart. Ashley mumbled a barely audible apology for
their plight through her
tape-gag to the apprehensive Scarlett; tightly knotted coils of rope
defied their vigorous
contortions. When Ashley slipped off her couch and tried to move
closer to Scarlett, even
the slight chance of escape was negated by hogties that left the
defeated girls facing each
other in mirror images of despair.
Freed from their hogties but far from freedom, two nervous
nudes sat chair-bound and
ball-gagged next to each other. Aware of sinister activities ongoing
throughout the house,
Ashley and Scarlett strained feverishly against oppressive ropework
until they pulled free
of the tethers pinning their ankles to the chair-legs. But after sliding
onto the floor and
continuing to pit their strength against maddening restraint, they
remained in captivity.
Although the amateur detective and her faithful friend had almost
lost hope, there was
fortunately one other person in the house on their side.