Two Models, 40 Minutes
Theodora Day's first undercover operation was going well until she was seized
and overpowered by Vicky Marie as she searched an antique desk.
After Theodora sat roped to a wooden chair and gagged with duct-tape, Vicky
mounted the desk and savored her rival's struggles while talking on
her phone. The blonde operative then emphasized her domination by stroking
Theodora with her bare feet before leaving the petite brunette
trapped in rope. Determined Theodora proved her bondage wasn't as restrictive
as Vicky believed, however, so there'd be a surprise for her when
she returned.
Vicky was shocked to find the chair empty but she'd soon occupy it herself
once Theodora got the upper hand. Tied up facing backwards on
the chair with her legs spread, the tape-gagged girl could only squirm while
Theodora mocked her gag-stifled mumbling as she spoke on the
phone. Vicky also received payback when her opponent's bare feet caressed
her face and body until she was left struggling alone. She was
amazed when Theodora hurried back to untie her and reveal that she'd learned
both were working undercover for allied agencies.
Angry opponents only a few hours earlier, they carried out a cooperative
operation by searching through the house. Perhaps too comfortable
in their new friendship, Theodora and Vicky let down their guard and found
themselves under the control of a more formidable enemy, who
ordered them to gag each other with duct-tape. Once they were silenced, he
directed the undercover girls to strip to their panties, then fondle
each other's breasts and swat their respective bottoms. After he was
sufficiently amused, Vicky and Theodora stood trussed-up in a corner
before they were more rigorously restrained face-down on a bed in frog-ties.
The contemptuous man expressed his opinion of their activities with
message-bearing white tape-gags that dismissively identified Theodora
and Vicky as snoops. Humiliated by their failure, the bare-breasted pair knelt
face-to-face in bondage on the floor before curling up on the floor
and considering their limited opportunities to escape his control. Those
chances disappeared once Vicky and Theodora lay on their stomachs,
both straining with desperate determination in hogties, bare soles flexing above
their roped wrists.