One Model, 48 Minutes
Foxy Green (Anya Ivy) is one hot, street-savvy detective, so she had
no problem throwing a scare into
the elderly thug she was interrogating. Foxy's only fault is a
tendency to get a little careless, which is
why she didn't hear the quivering crook's boss sneaking up behind
her back. Only when she was
grasped in his powerful arms did Foxy recognize her and by
then it was too late to escape.
Seated on a chair in her tight blouse and short leather skirt, Foxy's
curvaceous little body was
secured by even tighter links of knotted rope. After the sexy
detective refused to answer her
captor's questions, she was silenced by cloth jammed in her mouth
and held in place with a snug
cleave-gag. Although Foxy struggled off the chair and onto the floor,
she was unable to free herself
from an alarming situation.
The disguised gangster was seriously annoyed by Foxy's
resistance, so she was deprived of her
clothing, then the bound and naked PI was seated on a couch for
another round of questioning. The
intricate ropework surrounding her breasts emphasized the
impressive proportions that tempted this
lecherous crook to perform a manual examination while Foxy
squirmed. Still unwilling to reveal the
nature of her investigation, the defiant detective was tape-gagged,
then left to squirm in anxious
solitude. When he returned, Foxy was placed on her side with her
sensitive bare soles positioned for
tickling; she continued to writhe on the couch after he was gone.
The very one-sided game continued once Foxy was allowed to
cover her nudity with black bra and
panties before she was roped standing against a wooden post.
When Foxy remained unwilling to co-
operate, her lips were once again spread by cloth-stuffing and
covered with an overmouth gag. As
she twisted in the rope web pinning her to the post, Foxy tried to
remain courageous but her wide
eyes and nervous murmurs revealed that she was fully aware of her
. Before long, Foxy received
another reminder of her powerless state when her bra was pulled
aside so that those amazing bare
breasts thrust through their rope framework.
The campaign of intimidation against Foxy escalated after she
was returned to bare-skinned
restraint and placed on a small platform.
Gagged with duct-tape and blindfolded, the naked investigator
fought against growing panic caused
by her disorientation. When the blindfold was removed, Foxy learned
that she was now being
supervised by the superannuated henchman she'd pushed around
earlier. Gloating at the reversal of
fortune, he watched the bound little beauty strain angrily, then
increased her immobility with
additional ropes that folded her legs close to her chest.
Bedtime for Foxy, although a relaxing nap was definitely not on
her agenda. Instead, tape-gagged
and naked, she challenged bondage that frustrated her desperate
efforts to escape its control. Foxy
rolled around on bright red sheets and kicked up her bare feet as she
lay on her stomach. A rope
linking her wrists and ankles made her contortions more difficult, to
the delight of the vengeful old
henchman; he'd given up trying to get answers from the feisty PI and
was satisfied to hold her until
his boss reappeared. Foxy was in trouble deeper than ever before --
how could she ever find her way
out?