One Model, 45 Minutes
Everyone liked Chloe Cherry except for one angry woman who
nursed a grudge against pretty blonde Chloe. Surprised after work,
bound to a bedpost in her blouse and skirt, gagged with a thick black
cloth and taunted by an enemy she barely knew. The helpless girl
twisted against the ropes pinning her in place, then her anxiety
escalated after her breasts were bared. Before long, wide-eyed
also barefoot but her exposure was just getting started.
Stripped to her panties and tape-gagged, Chloe shivered as she
sat trussed-up on her bed. Struggling failed to loosen the taut ropes
confining her and an attempt to slip off the bed ended when Chloe's
restraint received a decisive addition linking her wrists and ankles.
hogtied captive arched desperately and rolled from side to side on
the bed until she was informed by her enemy's associate that she'd
going for a ride.
For her trip in the back of an SUV, Chloe was permitted to clothe
herself in a cute pink dress appropriately speckled with cherries; she
was tightly tied and tape-gagged, of course, to avoid any awkward
moments on the freeway. When the feisty girl's vigorous writhing
that she still enjoyed too much mobility, her sneakers were removed
and her bare feet hitched close to her thighs with a sturdy rope-link.
When she arrived at her destination, Chloe was whisked into a
large room, where she was deprived of her clothing and perched on a
legged chair. Trapped in a rope web, the exquisite blonde nude was
at first allowed freedom of speech, but when she panicked and
call for help, a bright red ball-gag was strapped between Chloe's
lush lips. As she strained desperately against the bonds confining
Chloe's bright blue eyes expressed her understandable anxiety and
drool began to drip off her chin while she whimpered.
After she was removed from the chair, naked Chloe was left
bound and tape-gagged on a small mattress, then received the dire
that the woman responsible for her plight would soon appear to have
a few words with her. Chloe rolled about frantically onto her side and
stomach while awaiting what she knew would be an unpleasant
confrontation until her legs were folded by a waist-ankle tether.
Curled up in
the corner, Chloe knew she had lost the battle and wondered how
this strange enemy would celebrate her victory.