Scarlett wants to teach her friend Stormi how to be a domme. When Justin walks in to say he has finished his chores, she decides to use him as an example. She orders him to strip naked for them and Stormi looks on in shock as he does exactly as instructed. She is amazed at the control Scarlett has over men and she wants some herself. She joins in, encouraging Justin to get his rock hard dick out and jerk off for them. The two girls stand up and strip to their sexy lingerie as Justin gets bigger and bigger. When they bend over and show their toned asses he nearly shoots his load. They turn round and beg him to ejaculate for them and their mouths fall open in shock as he sprays the biggest cumshot they have ever seen! Stormi is going to enjoy her new role as a domme!

C’EST quoi ça ? Deux filles solidement ligotées, bâillonnées, sautillant follement dans tout le magasin de surf ! On dirait qu'elles ont grand besoin d'aide. Mâchouillant les bandanas serrés coincés entre leurs dents éclatantes, leurs gros nichons BONDISSANT sous leurs pulls mignons, quelqu'un les a manifestement ficelées ainsi pour une bonne raison. Voyons cela de plus près !

Avant même qu'elles ne réalisent ce qui se passe, le malfrat les a embarquées – pieds et poings liés, avec des bâillons si serrés qu'ils leur plissent les yeux, elles sont clairement prises en charge… Mais que s'est-il passé ?

Les affaires tournent au ralenti chez Mac’s Surf Shop – sans doute à cause du temps, et les deux charmantes employées passent leur temps à agencer des présentoirs de serviettes quand soudain elles reçoivent la visite d'un homme vraiment étrange. Il semble un peu troublé par leur présence, à vrai dire, et trouve une excuse bidon avant de partir. Bizarre, mais bon, y'a plein de tarés dehors, pas vrai ? Eh ben, figurez-vous qu'il y en a aussi À L'INTÉRIEUR, avec vous, mesdemoiselles !

Plus tard, toutes deux sont attirées par une conversation feutrée provenant du bureau du directeur – celui de Paul. Ce n'est pas Paul, et la voix ressemble à celle du type venu plus tôt. Les filles tendent l'oreille mais se trahissent et devinez quoi ? Le pote de Paul les ENTEND ! Il s'avère qu'il est là pour ‘incendier’ sérieusement la boutique afin que lui et Paul touchent l'assurance. Il avait essayé de faire flipper ces bimbo pour qu'elles déguerpissent, mais apparemment ça n'a pas marché… Plan B alors, les poulettes ?

Ensuite, après avoir maîtrisé les filles qui gigotent et ruent, il les cache dans une alcôve au fond du magasin ; bouches fermement bâillonnées par d'épais bandanas, poignets et chevilles solidement entravés de corde. Cela devrait les tenir jusqu'à ce qu'il décide de son prochain geste. Va-t-il faire flamber l'endroit, comme l'y encourage son maléfique associé et PROPRIÉTAIRE du magasin, ou devrait-il simplement abandonner ces deux bimbo exposées et humiliées en sortant ? Oh, mystère...

Avec les filles ligotées dans une arrière-salle, seules, les jolies captives bâillonnées et entravées se débattent… Elles ont gigoté, roulé, que dis-je, elles ont même tenté d'alerter quiconque pourrait – ou plutôt ne pourrait probablement pas – être alentour quant à leur calvaire ! Se tortillant dans leurs shorts moulants et talons hauts, nichons ballotés, les prisonnières sont encore plus sévèrement attachées, échangeant des regards impuissants.

Et maintenant, après les avoir surprises essayant de sautiller vers la liberté (quelle scène !!), le démoniaque individu a saucissonné les évadées enclines à se tortiller, et tandis que notre duo inquiet lutte, il soulage un peu son stress en pelotant chacune pendant qu'elles frétillent furieusement sous ses attouchements lubriques sur leurs corps bientôt dénudés.

Les nanas ondulent majestueusement, marmonnant autour de leurs bâillons serrés, incapables de desserrer les bandanas ni surtout de se libérer de ces cordes. Des bâillonnages profondément sexy mettant en valeur leurs décolletés et de l'action de contorsion ! Les beautés continuent de se tordre vigoureusement, leurs adorables chaussettes fièrement exhibées, cognant comme des folles, saucissonnées et impuissantes. Deux fouineuses fougueuses capturées, grognant et crispées, DENTS DÉCOUVERTES contre leurs bâillons trop serrés, enfermées hors de vue et hors de pensée.

Euh, enfin jusqu'à ce que le magasin attire un client – enfin presque, sous la forme d'un visiteur TRÈS rougeaud qui semble croire que les videurs bâillonnés, ligotés et à moitié déshabillés participent à un petit moment coquin et hautement kinky cet après-midi-là !!

Les Filles : “GGGHHHGGGGHHH!!”

***Toutes les productions (vidéo et images) et les scénarios de bondage présentés relèvent exclusivement de jeux de rôle narratifs et impliquent des participants pleinement consentants âgés de plus de 18 ans, avec des signaux de sécurité établis (clairement définis dans chaque scène fantasmée) constamment utilisés entre modèle(s) et équipe durant toute la production. Ainsi, il s'agit purement de scénarios fantastiques aventuriers humoristiques, sans exception totalement consentis, contextualisés et soutenus par une autorisation écrite des modèles attestant de cela.***

QU’EST-CE que c’est ? Deux filles étroitement ligotées, des bâillons dans la bouche, sautillant follement dans le magasin de surf ! On dirait qu’elles ont bien besoin d’aide. Mordant les bandanas serrés coincés entre leurs dents brillantes, leurs gros seins SAUTILLANT sous leurs jolis pulls, quelqu’un les a manifestement attachées comme ça pour une bonne raison. Approfondissons !

Avant même qu’elles ne sachent ce qui se passe, le malfrat les a emmenées en douce – pieds et poings liés, et avec des bâillons si serrés qu’ils leur plissent les yeux entre les dents, elles sont certainement prises en charge… Mais que s’est-il passé ?

Les affaires sont calmes au Mac’s Surf Shop – sans doute à cause du temps, et les deux charmantes employées passent leur temps à travailler sur les présentoirs de serviettes de plage quand soudain elles reçoivent la visite d’un homme étrange. Il semble un peu troublé par leur présence, à vrai dire, et trouve une piètre excuse avant de partir. Bizarre, mais il y a beaucoup de cinglés dehors, pas vrai ? Eh bien, il s’avère qu’ils sont aussi LÀ-DEDANS, avec vous, les filles !

Plus tard, toutes deux sont attirées par une conversation feutrée provenant du bureau du directeur – celui de Paul. Ce n’est pas Paul, et cela ressemble à ce type qui est venu plus tôt. Les filles écoutent aux portes, mais se trahissent et devinez quoi ? Le pote de Paul ici présent les ENTEND ! Il s’avère qu’il est là pour « faire flamber » l’endroit pour de bon et que lui et Paul toucheront l’assurance. Il a essayé de foutre la trouille à ces poupées pour qu’elles partent, mais visiblement ça n’a pas marché… Plan B alors, les nanas ?

Plus tard, après avoir maîtrisé les filles qui gigotent et donnent des coups de pied, il les cache dans une alcôve à l’arrière du magasin ; leurs bouches solidement bâillonnées avec d’épais bandanas, poignets et chevilles fermement ligotés avec de la corde. Cela devrait les retenir jusqu’à ce qu’il décide de son prochain geste. Va-t-il incendier le lieu, comme son partenaire maléfique et PROPRIÉTAIRE du magasin l’encourage, ou devrait-il simplement laisser ces deux cruches exposées et humiliées en sortant. Oh, nous nous demandons…

Avec les filles entièrement ligotées dans une arrière-salle, seules, les mignonnes bâillonnées et attachées se débattent…  elles se sont tortillées, elles ont roulé, elles ont même essayé d’alerter toute personne qui pourrait être – ou, plus probablement, ne pourrait pas être – à proximité, quant à leur calvaire ! Se tortillant dans ces shorts moulants et ces escarpins, les seins ballotant, les captives sont encore plus étroitement ligotées, se jetant des regards vraiment infructueux.

Et maintenant, après les avoir surprises en train d’essayer de sautiller vers la liberté (quelle scène !!), le démon a saucissonné ces expertes de l’évasion, et tandis que notre duo inquiet se débat, il soulage un peu son stress en pelotant les deux filles pendant qu’elles se contorsionnent furieusement sous ses caresses lubriques sur leurs corps bientôt dénudés.

Les nanas se tortillent majestueusement, marmonnant autour de leurs bâillons serrés, incapables de déplacer les bandanas et certainement incapables de se libérer de ces cordes. Des bâillonnements profondément sexy et de l’action de lutte ! Ces beautés sérieuses continuent de se débattre vigoureusement, leurs jolies chaussettes fièrement exhibées, cognant partout comme des folles, saucissonnées et impuissantes. Deux fouineuses fougueuses maîtrisées, grognant et forçant, DENTS SERRÉES, contre leurs bâillons trop serrés, enfermées hors de vue et hors de pensée.

Hum, c’est jusqu’à ce que finalement le magasin reçoive un peu de clientèle – enfin, en quelque sorte, sous la forme d’un visiteur TRÈS rougeaud qui semble confondre les videurs ligotés, bâillonnés et à moitié déshabillés pour des participants à un petit après-midi coquin et très pervers tout seuls !!

Les Filles : “GGGHHHGGGGHHH !!”

***Toutes les productions (vidéo et images) et les scénarios de bondage associés représentés sont strictement de nature jeu de rôle et narrative et mettent en scène des participants pleinement consentants âgés de plus de 18 ans, et des signaux de sécurité établis (clairement définis dans chaque scène fantastique) entre modèle(s) et équipe technique sont utilisés continuellement durant la production. Ainsi, il s’agit de purs scénarios fantastiques aventuriers ironiques, sans exception pleinement consensuels, contextualisés et soutenus par une autorisation écrite du modèle à cet effet.***

Just when they’d thought he had gone, he came BACK! And this time, he was packing – their big fat mouths! Strap in, Ladies, and make as much noise as you might. Nobody is going to interene in this robber’s escaope and NOBODY will be able to hear them all done up like THAT! Hard, heavy tape wraps, beautiful, busty women in trouble. Sounds like a recipe for crazy fun!

As this roped up, GORGEOUS threesome thrash, tit-bounce and grind away in their sexy and jolly expensive dressed and designer shoes, their tight, thoroughly secure handkerchief gags suppress their fat mouths. Ahhhh, bliss... The bonds, those gags, everything is just so tight... The girls really feel it too, with much mmmmpppphhhhing and wild bursts of frustrated energy. Gag talk in this one is divine too, as we thrill ourselves at the spectacle of these OTM gagged chicks going nuts in their chairs!

NEVER interrupt a determined burglar, Girls... Ok? Remember, the stakes are high enough for him as it is – did you really think he’d just pull back if you returned and surprised his ass? No, in FACT, he has something in those trousers of his, something VERY persuasive. Now, Ladies, into that closet! NOW!!

Soon, delicious Mila (nice, um cleavage, Doll) returns home for lunch from her high-flying position in the City. The plan is to grab a bite, while reaming out her two underlings – hmmmm, and where might they be, right now?

The fact is, none of them should be here, but here they are, and they have one flustered and unstable loose burglarising cannon to contend with! Yes, having stuffed the bound and gagged Scarlett and Roxxy – the huge-racked stunners – in a closet, Neville Lacklustre aka Nervous Neville, lies in wait for Miss Amora. And guess what happens next...?

It’s a non-stop chairbound struggle, with our damsels variously DESPERATE to communicate and hopping around in their seats at the sheer frustration in it all. We soak up their every squirm and thrust, savouring their every mumble and back and forth dart of those gorgeous eyes while their bust-straining blouses surge? Why, it’s US, they seem to have noticed, but can we (or will we) help out? Nah!

With the ladies gagged and bound, their squirming bodies thrill us. They cannot speak with their hot lips so ruthlessly held, but they are soon chirping out some kind of a plan seemingly (hard to make out) relating we assume, to some kind of escape. Each straining angrily (they clearly resented having been groped before the creep left them gagged up out here) the fuming ladies are locked inside bound and gagged and unable to do a dammed thing about this!

Awesome struggles from the wonderfully attired babes, who while being bound continue flopping around in various positions around, clearly rendered utterly senseless by their severe tape bindings. So, this, couple with three stunning ladies bound and heavy-duty stuff n’ wrap gagged at home, completes this action-soaked trouble extravaganza! You should enjoy it all to the fullest. And, know this, all of ‘em damned well deserve it! The hoity-toity power-broking biatches!!

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

Just when they’d thought he had gone, he came BACK! And this time, he was packing – their big fat mouths! Strap in, Ladies, and make as much noise as you might. Nobody is going to interene in this robber’s escaope and NOBODY will be able to hear them all done up like THAT! Hard, heavy tape wraps, beautiful, busty women in trouble. Sounds like a recipe for crazy fun!

As this roped up, GORGEOUS threesome thrash, tit-bounce and grind away in their sexy and jolly expensive dressed and designer shoes, their tight, thoroughly secure handkerchief gags suppress their fat mouths. Ahhhh, bliss... The bonds, those gags, everything is just so tight... The girls really feel it too, with much mmmmpppphhhhing and wild bursts of frustrated energy. Gag talk in this one is divine too, as we thrill ourselves at the spectacle of these OTM gagged chicks going nuts in their chairs!

NEVER interrupt a determined burglar, Girls... Ok? Remember, the stakes are high enough for him as it is – did you really think he’d just pull back if you returned and surprised his ass? No, in FACT, he has something in those trousers of his, something VERY persuasive. Now, Ladies, into that closet! NOW!!

Soon, delicious Mila (nice, um cleavage, Doll) returns home for lunch from her high-flying position in the City. The plan is to grab a bite, while reaming out her two underlings – hmmmm, and where might they be, right now?

The fact is, none of them should be here, but here they are, and they have one flustered and unstable loose burglarising cannon to contend with! Yes, having stuffed the bound and gagged Scarlett and Roxxy – the huge-racked stunners – in a closet, Neville Lacklustre aka Nervous Neville, lies in wait for Miss Amora. And guess what happens next...?

It’s a non-stop chairbound struggle, with our damsels variously DESPERATE to communicate and hopping around in their seats at the sheer frustration in it all. We soak up their every squirm and thrust, savouring their every mumble and back and forth dart of those gorgeous eyes while their bust-straining blouses surge? Why, it’s US, they seem to have noticed, but can we (or will we) help out? Nah!

With the ladies gagged and bound, their squirming bodies thrill us. They cannot speak with their hot lips so ruthlessly held, but they are soon chirping out some kind of a plan seemingly (hard to make out) relating we assume, to some kind of escape. Each straining angrily (they clearly resented having been groped before the creep left them gagged up out here) the fuming ladies are locked inside bound and gagged and unable to do a dammed thing about this!

Awesome struggles from the wonderfully attired babes, who while being bound continue flopping around in various positions around, clearly rendered utterly senseless by their severe tape bindings. So, this, couple with three stunning ladies bound and heavy-duty stuff n’ wrap gagged at home, completes this action-soaked trouble extravaganza! You should enjoy it all to the fullest. And, know this, all of ‘em damned well deserve it! The hoity-toity power-broking biatches!!

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

All three of these feisty, tit-bouncing fillies buck and “Gghhhmmmm” in a total RAGE! They cannot believe that this loser, who they all completely dismissed from the moment his sorry ass showed up on Pop’s Ranch, s behind these rustlings! And NO, with their mouths stuffed and tied up with their OWN bandana neckerchiefs, trussed like sides of bacon stashed away on Old Man Cactus’s bed, where nobody will ever know while this creep prepares to set the barn ablaze, with this here ranch catching by dawn’s early light! Man, somebody has to rescue the beauties. But, will they?? Oh, Girls, keep struggling and thrusting those tight pussies and sculpted nude asses this way and that as you mumble incoherent, incandescent with outraged nothings, into the still of this long-abandoned room. Oh, what FUN it is to... witness you all, gagged and tied like prized salamis...

Includes:

WILD West Wrigglers Thrash Gagged & Humiliated – Stripped & Rope-Bested by That Treacherous Little Ranch-Hand!

Robbery at Morton Ranch!! Struggling CowGirls Gag-Duke it Out with Trussed Up Bandit Beauty!

Somebody is stealing sheep from the girls’ second ranch and they belie the sinister McGurn Lads are behind it. They’re wrong.... this time. We commence with two stunning cowgirls from the WILD West snooping around an old stud ranch long rumoured to be haunted, and right now something really DOES haunt these walls. However, on this occasion it isn’t of supernatural origin. Oh no, THIS time it’s that testy little rat and diabolically bad ranch-hand, Dudley Dustfeather, who has taken just about as much as he is gonna from the three fiery maidens who have come here now, looking to thwart some rustlers. How could they POSSIBLY suspect that the only rustler around these here parts is Dudley Himself. Honestly, the girls would never have thought him capable of a plot requiring brain cells to hatch. And that was their gravest error – underestimating ol’ Dudley...

Splitting up, they are soon searching the rambling old manse for the diabolical, no doubt hiding, rustlers. Captured first is the delicious Roxxi, who shows up late but gets DONE up early! MMMMRRRMMMPPHHH!! Tightly handgagged and bundled off for safekeeping. The other bimbos, all dizzy and confused, swiftly follow and once herded up, all are made to strip naked and submit to being tied bandit-style on a bed! There, that’ll hold ‘em! Trussed up tight, they get those testy mouths PLUGGED and cleave gagged with their own bandanas, it’s quite the struggle session until finally, their case agent, Miss Amora discovers them – turns out, the bad guys have been waiting for her ass too!

Not ones to be unduly daunted by a good old-fashioned predicament, our babes have a lot to say, even as the creep gropes their thick tits while they protest, they are most ill-equipped to derail him one iota!

The girls struggle valiantly indeed, to no avail, and later all three are groped and have their hot asses played with as they writhe indignantly indeed. This will hopefully undermine them significantly while the bad guys make provisions to flee. But, wouldn’t you know it, our girls have a plan indeed! Tightly gagged up a, they just can’t quite articulate it right now!

We cut to the girls squirming naked, with the extra naughty Ivy (perfect naked feet there too) hogtied UP with the other wrigglers. Indeed, Scarlett and Roxxi struggle frantically, tightly gagged all! It’s quite a moment as the babes mumble desperately, knowing that this way underestimated bad guy has tied them extra tight. Our bound and gagged beauties are pantyhose masked and further GAGGED with nylon pantyhose The ladies bounce up and down, furious, and you just know who much hot gag talking shall be now done... He roughs them up some more and leaves them to it.

Now, these tied up beauties, bound stringently as they are like hogs, their mouths gagged and stuffed up, all ranting incoherently and flexing their succulent bare feet all the while. Does it get much hotter than this? It DOES – cos now it’s time to tightly mask and gag our women. Dustfeather, you FREAK! You’ll never get away with this. You simply weren’t cut out for the rustling business, and you’ll pay dearly for trussing the babes here and making off with all of that treasured livestock. Damned varmint, ya!!

“MMMMMPPHH– GGGRRRRMMM-MMM!!”

Struggling determinedly in the store room, the tied up girls thump lightly back and forth, trying like crazy to make themselves understaood. Their mouths are bound incredibly tightly with cloth and their wild eyes scan the gloomy space they are trussed up in. Nobody around... Where have all of those cars gone...?? In frustration, they begin thumping around with their sexy leather boots, mmmppphhhhing and straining hard at their ropes. They can’t BELIEVE that datsardy desperado has done ‘em all up like this and is, even now, making off with their cattle!

Two buxon cowgirl stunners (introduction PLEASE for the incredibly gorgeous Ivy Hope... mmmmmmm....) are discussing a recent rash of daring cattle rustling capers, and it has been rumoured that the very ranch they have been hired to ‘hand’ is the next in line! Well, needless to say, this sassy pair are having none of it and discuss their options before ravishing Missy Scarlett heads off to feed and pluck the roost back there. Meanwhile, plucky Ivy is plucked herself by a beautiful mystery lady, who quickly ushers her into a back room to deal with her real good, before the alarm can be raised.

When Scarlett returns, she too is easy pickin’s and soon enough, both chicks are tightly bound and gagged with scarves in ol’ Hank Morton’s rumpus room! Oh, how they do struggle and strain at them there gags the whole while, all steered up in their chairs and making quite the fuss! While, elsewhere, the hot lady bandit is about to get down to business with that cattle stealing stuff when, all of a sudden, SHE hears that distinctive click, and it’s hands up time for YOU, Girl! Enter Butch Samson, the ONLY rustler worth his salt in town right now, and he’ll be hot damned if he’s gonna let this boob-jiggling bandit bitch take what shall soon be HIS! Ropes out for you, babe!

Later, and upstairs, having meticulously wriggled free enough to shrug off their bonds, pull down their gags, and stride away from the room they were tied in, the ladies seeking out the bad gal who did this to them. Well, it doesn’t take long to find HER! And, after they’re done mocking her bound up ass, THEY are in for yet another surprise. Butch stands behind them, and Butch ain’t playing and our nicely recaptured babes are ALL tied up again! Their hot mouths ultra-tightly gagged once more, it’s time again for much mmmmppphhhing! But, how did they get caught so quickly, and why have they been relocated to this sinister lab where ticking devices mark their every squirm!?

What we have now is one long, protracted marvel of cleave n’ mumble ingenuity as these most sexy of gags and gagged cow gals are showcased. Indeed, they’re outraged and desperate, mmmmppphhhing hotly the whole while and getting progressively more frustrated the further utterly unable to understand one another they become! Eventually, a jumbled plot to get to ride on outta here (Uh, good luck...) seems to be taking lace, but how might this occur...?

They’re bound and gagged, trussed like ham-hocks with napkins pulled stupidly tightly over their faces, stifling their indignant mumbles! Silent (well, sort of) captives, hidden deep within the bowels of the barn, the gorgeous captives fidget and wriggle, and WILL those ropes eventually loosen?? If they don’t, it is NOT for the want of trying! Those determined fillies!

They writhe and twist and roll and make some very memorable attempts to initiate their escape – you’ll love it – all before being caught in the act by the Baron’s Hench, who has a most important call to make about their little guests (you’ll very much enjoy the Woo-Ster’s feisty responses) ... Now, keep going, ladies, if you could just snag a knot – ANY knot! One thing’s for certain, Big Bad Butch IIS ridin’ on out, and with all of their cattle!! Sorry, Girlies, you got caught slippin’!!

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

All three of these feisty, tit-bouncing fillies buck and “Gghhhmmmm” in a total RAGE! They cannot believe that this loser, who they all completely dismissed from the moment his sorry ass showed up on Pop’s Ranch, s behind these rustlings! And NO, with their mouths stuffed and tied up with their OWN bandana neckerchiefs, trussed like sides of bacon stashed away on Old Man Cactus’s bed, where nobody will ever know while this creep prepares to set the barn ablaze, with this here ranch catching by dawn’s early light! Man, somebody has to rescue the beauties. But, will they?? Oh, Girls, keep struggling and thrusting those tight pussies and sculpted nude asses this way and that as you mumble incoherent, incandescent with outraged nothings, into the still of this long-abandoned room. Oh, what FUN it is to... witness you all, gagged and tied like prized salamis...

Includes:

WILD West Wrigglers Thrash Gagged & Humiliated – Stripped & Rope-Bested by That Treacherous Little Ranch-Hand!

Robbery at Morton Ranch!! Struggling CowGirls Gag-Duke it Out with Trussed Up Bandit Beauty!

Somebody is stealing sheep from the girls’ second ranch and they belie the sinister McGurn Lads are behind it. They’re wrong.... this time. We commence with two stunning cowgirls from the WILD West snooping around an old stud ranch long rumoured to be haunted, and right now something really DOES haunt these walls. However, on this occasion it isn’t of supernatural origin. Oh no, THIS time it’s that testy little rat and diabolically bad ranch-hand, Dudley Dustfeather, who has taken just about as much as he is gonna from the three fiery maidens who have come here now, looking to thwart some rustlers. How could they POSSIBLY suspect that the only rustler around these here parts is Dudley Himself. Honestly, the girls would never have thought him capable of a plot requiring brain cells to hatch. And that was their gravest error – underestimating ol’ Dudley...

Splitting up, they are soon searching the rambling old manse for the diabolical, no doubt hiding, rustlers. Captured first is the delicious Roxxi, who shows up late but gets DONE up early! MMMMRRRMMMPPHHH!! Tightly handgagged and bundled off for safekeeping. The other bimbos, all dizzy and confused, swiftly follow and once herded up, all are made to strip naked and submit to being tied bandit-style on a bed! There, that’ll hold ‘em! Trussed up tight, they get those testy mouths PLUGGED and cleave gagged with their own bandanas, it’s quite the struggle session until finally, their case agent, Miss Amora discovers them – turns out, the bad guys have been waiting for her ass too!

Not ones to be unduly daunted by a good old-fashioned predicament, our babes have a lot to say, even as the creep gropes their thick tits while they protest, they are most ill-equipped to derail him one iota!

The girls struggle valiantly indeed, to no avail, and later all three are groped and have their hot asses played with as they writhe indignantly indeed. This will hopefully undermine them significantly while the bad guys make provisions to flee. But, wouldn’t you know it, our girls have a plan indeed! Tightly gagged up a, they just can’t quite articulate it right now!

We cut to the girls squirming naked, with the extra naughty Ivy (perfect naked feet there too) hogtied UP with the other wrigglers. Indeed, Scarlett and Roxxi struggle frantically, tightly gagged all! It’s quite a moment as the babes mumble desperately, knowing that this way underestimated bad guy has tied them extra tight. Our bound and gagged beauties are pantyhose masked and further GAGGED with nylon pantyhose The ladies bounce up and down, furious, and you just know who much hot gag talking shall be now done... He roughs them up some more and leaves them to it.

Now, these tied up beauties, bound stringently as they are like hogs, their mouths gagged and stuffed up, all ranting incoherently and flexing their succulent bare feet all the while. Does it get much hotter than this? It DOES – cos now it’s time to tightly mask and gag our women. Dustfeather, you FREAK! You’ll never get away with this. You simply weren’t cut out for the rustling business, and you’ll pay dearly for trussing the babes here and making off with all of that treasured livestock. Damned varmint, ya!!

“MMMMMPPHH– GGGRRRRMMM-MMM!!”

Struggling determinedly in the store room, the tied up girls thump lightly back and forth, trying like crazy to make themselves understaood. Their mouths are bound incredibly tightly with cloth and their wild eyes scan the gloomy space they are trussed up in. Nobody around... Where have all of those cars gone...?? In frustration, they begin thumping around with their sexy leather boots, mmmppphhhhing and straining hard at their ropes. They can’t BELIEVE that datsardy desperado has done ‘em all up like this and is, even now, making off with their cattle!

Two buxon cowgirl stunners (introduction PLEASE for the incredibly gorgeous Ivy Hope... mmmmmmm....) are discussing a recent rash of daring cattle rustling capers, and it has been rumoured that the very ranch they have been hired to ‘hand’ is the next in line! Well, needless to say, this sassy pair are having none of it and discuss their options before ravishing Missy Scarlett heads off to feed and pluck the roost back there. Meanwhile, plucky Ivy is plucked herself by a beautiful mystery lady, who quickly ushers her into a back room to deal with her real good, before the alarm can be raised.

When Scarlett returns, she too is easy pickin’s and soon enough, both chicks are tightly bound and gagged with scarves in ol’ Hank Morton’s rumpus room! Oh, how they do struggle and strain at them there gags the whole while, all steered up in their chairs and making quite the fuss! While, elsewhere, the hot lady bandit is about to get down to business with that cattle stealing stuff when, all of a sudden, SHE hears that distinctive click, and it’s hands up time for YOU, Girl! Enter Butch Samson, the ONLY rustler worth his salt in town right now, and he’ll be hot damned if he’s gonna let this boob-jiggling bandit bitch take what shall soon be HIS! Ropes out for you, babe!

Later, and upstairs, having meticulously wriggled free enough to shrug off their bonds, pull down their gags, and stride away from the room they were tied in, the ladies seeking out the bad gal who did this to them. Well, it doesn’t take long to find HER! And, after they’re done mocking her bound up ass, THEY are in for yet another surprise. Butch stands behind them, and Butch ain’t playing and our nicely recaptured babes are ALL tied up again! Their hot mouths ultra-tightly gagged once more, it’s time again for much mmmmppphhhing! But, how did they get caught so quickly, and why have they been relocated to this sinister lab where ticking devices mark their every squirm!?

What we have now is one long, protracted marvel of cleave n’ mumble ingenuity as these most sexy of gags and gagged cow gals are showcased. Indeed, they’re outraged and desperate, mmmmppphhhing hotly the whole while and getting progressively more frustrated the further utterly unable to understand one another they become! Eventually, a jumbled plot to get to ride on outta here (Uh, good luck...) seems to be taking lace, but how might this occur...?

They’re bound and gagged, trussed like ham-hocks with napkins pulled stupidly tightly over their faces, stifling their indignant mumbles! Silent (well, sort of) captives, hidden deep within the bowels of the barn, the gorgeous captives fidget and wriggle, and WILL those ropes eventually loosen?? If they don’t, it is NOT for the want of trying! Those determined fillies!

They writhe and twist and roll and make some very memorable attempts to initiate their escape – you’ll love it – all before being caught in the act by the Baron’s Hench, who has a most important call to make about their little guests (you’ll very much enjoy the Woo-Ster’s feisty responses) ... Now, keep going, ladies, if you could just snag a knot – ANY knot! One thing’s for certain, Big Bad Butch IIS ridin’ on out, and with all of their cattle!! Sorry, Girlies, you got caught slippin’!!

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

Miss Monaco’s incredible mesmerising eyes met Scarlett’s over the heavy cloth. Even bound and silent they managed a shared look that said they both understood the absurdity of the tiger, the playful swats, the way the men kept reminding each other to stay focused. The ropes held firm. The rags stayed tight. The house steadily emptied of its valuables while the two women remained exactly where the gang wanted them—hogtied, gagged, and thoroughly, playfully claimed by the night’s robbery.

The evening air carried a soft summer hush through the Monaco estate as Scarlett had stepped inside, still glowing from the day’s sun. She had no idea the house was already claimed. Miss Monaco, every bit as gorgeous and composed as always, sat in perfect stillness nearby—quiet for reasons Scarlett would only understand a heartbeat later. The gang had done their homework. They knew exactly whose family fortune hung over this place, and they had arranged the perfect little trap.

Scarlett barely made it past the threshold before a firm hand sealed over her mouth and strong arms swept her off her feet. There was no struggle, no sharp edges—just the sudden, efficient motion of professionals who already knew how the night would go. In moments the busty, sunkissed stunner found herself carried deeper into the house and laid out on a wide bed beside her friend. Rope whispered into place. An inescapable hogtie locked both women in matching, elegant helplessness, wrists and ankles drawn tight behind them, bodies arched just so.

The crooks worked with cheerful precision. Charlie Monaco’s wealth was the prize, and they were more than happy to include her friend in the packaging. Handkerchiefs already filled both mouths; thick kitchen rags followed, knotting everything securely so only soft, muffled sounds remained. One of the men simply could not resist a little extra flourish. He set a ridiculous stuffed tiger on the nightstand, aiming its glassy eyes at the two bound women as if the toy itself were part of the crew, then gave each round, upturned backside a playful swat that made the whole bed bounce.

Scarlett’s full curves shifted with every small movement, soft flesh answering the ropes. Bare feet flexed and pointed in the air, toes curling, soles catching the light in ways that clearly distracted at least one of the robbers. He kept glancing, kept muttering under his breath, until a sharper voice from the doorway snapped him back to the job. The score came first. Fantasy could wait.

They moved through the house with practiced ease, opening drawers, lifting the better pieces, never lingering too long in any one room. Every so often someone drifted back to the bedroom just to check the knots or adjust a gag, always with the same light, teasing energy. The stuffed tiger stayed on duty. A casual palm occasionally landed on a hip or a calf, never hard, never mean—just enough to keep the two beautiful, thoroughly trussed women aware that they were the centerpiece of a very successful evening’s work.

By the time the last bag zipped shut, the crew was already laughing about the tiger and the impossible distraction of those bare, restless feet. The job was clean. The hostages were secure. And somewhere under all the playful nonsense, the Monaco fortune was walking out the door exactly as planned.

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

Miss Monaco’s incredible mesmerising eyes met Scarlett’s over the heavy cloth. Even bound and silent they managed a shared look that said they both understood the absurdity of the tiger, the playful swats, the way the men kept reminding each other to stay focused. The ropes held firm. The rags stayed tight. The house steadily emptied of its valuables while the two women remained exactly where the gang wanted them—hogtied, gagged, and thoroughly, playfully claimed by the night’s robbery.

The evening air carried a soft summer hush through the Monaco estate as Scarlett had stepped inside, still glowing from the day’s sun. She had no idea the house was already claimed. Miss Monaco, every bit as gorgeous and composed as always, sat in perfect stillness nearby—quiet for reasons Scarlett would only understand a heartbeat later. The gang had done their homework. They knew exactly whose family fortune hung over this place, and they had arranged the perfect little trap.

Scarlett barely made it past the threshold before a firm hand sealed over her mouth and strong arms swept her off her feet. There was no struggle, no sharp edges—just the sudden, efficient motion of professionals who already knew how the night would go. In moments the busty, sunkissed stunner found herself carried deeper into the house and laid out on a wide bed beside her friend. Rope whispered into place. An inescapable hogtie locked both women in matching, elegant helplessness, wrists and ankles drawn tight behind them, bodies arched just so.

The crooks worked with cheerful precision. Charlie Monaco’s wealth was the prize, and they were more than happy to include her friend in the packaging. Handkerchiefs already filled both mouths; thick kitchen rags followed, knotting everything securely so only soft, muffled sounds remained. One of the men simply could not resist a little extra flourish. He set a ridiculous stuffed tiger on the nightstand, aiming its glassy eyes at the two bound women as if the toy itself were part of the crew, then gave each round, upturned backside a playful swat that made the whole bed bounce.

Scarlett’s full curves shifted with every small movement, soft flesh answering the ropes. Bare feet flexed and pointed in the air, toes curling, soles catching the light in ways that clearly distracted at least one of the robbers. He kept glancing, kept muttering under his breath, until a sharper voice from the doorway snapped him back to the job. The score came first. Fantasy could wait.

They moved through the house with practiced ease, opening drawers, lifting the better pieces, never lingering too long in any one room. Every so often someone drifted back to the bedroom just to check the knots or adjust a gag, always with the same light, teasing energy. The stuffed tiger stayed on duty. A casual palm occasionally landed on a hip or a calf, never hard, never mean—just enough to keep the two beautiful, thoroughly trussed women aware that they were the centerpiece of a very successful evening’s work.

By the time the last bag zipped shut, the crew was already laughing about the tiger and the impossible distraction of those bare, restless feet. The job was clean. The hostages were secure. And somewhere under all the playful nonsense, the Monaco fortune was walking out the door exactly as planned.

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

Includes:

Scarlett & Bonnie in: Chief WeinHeimer’s Lovely Woo-Sters Go Off the Grid Near the Baron’s Chateau, BUT, Will Their Frantic Squirmings Save Their Asses!

Sofia & Renee in: Confronting Maynard at the Old Yahitziti CourtHouse – But Wait - THAT’S Not the Real Construction Crew, You Dizzy Little Woosters!!

Bionic Ear-rings – do your THING!!

“BOINK!!” Now, they’re back in play, and RECORDING everything. Oh, hopefully the Chief can access their signal in the nick of time!!!

“MMMMMPPHH – MMM-MMM!!”

They’re bound and gagged, trussed like ham-hocks with napkins pulled stupidly tightly over their faces, stifling their indignant mumbles! Silent (well, sort of) captives, hidden deep within the bowels of Baron Von Flicker’s summer chateau, the gorgeous Woo-Sters dressed to thrill, if not for the warm weather, fidget and wriggle, and WILL those ropes eventually loosen?? If they don’t, it is NOT for the want of trying! Those determined scamps!

Also includes: Mmmpphing Woo-Sters Back in the Saddle: Beauties in BIG Danger as Mad Scientist Reclaims the Resourceful Houdini-Bimbettes!

They ASSURED the Chief they HAD this. Now, somebody very wicked indeed has THEM. Will they escape?? WILL they be rescued??

Our two-toned, delicious spy girls are ready to form their latest incarnation and THIS time, it’s incredible Scarlett Starr and Bonnie filling these KINKY costumes. You like? Yes, we thought you just might! We join the ditzy beauties (boy are they ever0 assuring a dubious Chief Meinheimer that they’ve Got this.... Yes, we’re very sure, Girlies.... But before the Chief can send back up (these two, if ever any chicks did – surely need it0 the babes cut the call short. They are doing this one ALONE, and they’ll quickly be paying for that most hasty and ill-conceived of decisions!

Those bungling Woo-sters have their man – or in this case, his head honcho – but he also has THEM, and while the silly girls are all split up, he makes his strikes count. Soon enough, the snooping, meddling little tarts are acutely... indisposed!

What we have now is one long, protracted marvel of OTM ingenuity as these most sexy of gags and gagged women are showcased. The girls start off bound and gagged on the sofa and in a chair, mumbling hotly the whole while and getting progressively more frustrated the further utterly unable to understand one another they become! Eventually, a jumbled plot to get to an antiquated phone in Christmas’s parlour results in much sexy onscreen shoe removing from the ladies and a lot of exciting barefoot fun!

Our beautiful spy girls... Damn, now they’ve made complete fools of themselves too! Directly, to add insult to the proceedings, the plucky duo finds themselves inescapably – or are they - trussed up. And you can either imagine just how steamy hot all of that chair stuff you love is, or watch this awesome little detective gagged, ridiculously plotted wonder tale, from multiple enticing angles. It’s utterly thrilling and those big cloth gags – way too hot!

They writhe and twist and roll and make some very memorable attempts to initiate their escape – you’ll love it – all before being caught in the act by the Baron’s Hench, who has a most important call to make about their little guests (you’ll very much enjoy the Woo-Ster’s feisty responses) ... Now, keep going, ladies, if you could just snag the right knot!

Having meticulously wriggled free enough – tag-team effort, Chicks – to shrug off their bonds, pull down their gags, and scamper away from the room they’ve were tied in, those delightful Woo-Sters are in for way more!! NOW, VERY much in the hotseats – our recaptured babes are ALL tied up again! Their sweet mouths ultra-tightly gagged once more, it’s time again for much mmmmppphhhing! But, how did they get caught so quickly, and why have they been relocated to this sinister lab where ticking devices mark their every squirm!??

Our beautiful spy girls... Damn, now they’ve made complete fools of themselves too! Directly, to add insult to the proceedings, the plucky duo finds themselves inescapably – or are they - trussed up. And you can either imagine just how steamy hot all of that chair stuff you love is, or watch this awesome little detective gagged, ridiculously plotted wonder tale, from multiple enticing angles. It’s utterly thrilling and those big cloth gags – way too hot! And now, are you ready for them all tied up in chairs? You should be! Captured by a nutty scientist who just happens to have been roaming the grounds no doubt looking for any excuse to nab them, let’s see what we have now. Tick-tock, Woo-Sters. Meddlers like you SHALL be dealt with – but first, let’s observe one mighty chair tie sequence as you struggle oh so hotly for us!

The duped secret agents, in their sexy raincoats, leggings and KINKY boots are bound and gagged and all bent up like pretzels over some weird ottoman in one of the offices overlooking the old conference room! Trussed hog-style with handkerchiefs tied tightly over their mouths keep them outrageously quieted.

“MMMMFFFTTTT!!” It’s no use, they can’t say a word, but they CAN struggle and struggle while somehow making very little progress toward to dusty sixties-era office phone, tantalisingly out of reach. Is the damned thing even connected?? Hogtied Girlies, do your thing and try to find out!

Also Includes: “So it WAS the Evil ToyMaker, Milton Lyle, Behind This All Along! Only Thing is, We Can’t TELL On Him!! MMMMPPPHHHH!!!”

It all began with a call from Control briefing the hot l’il Woosters of this tale on the location of a vanished belfry and some fallen spies who may been involved – or something, uh like that, and we join from the jump, gorgeous retro spy girl Renee warning her equally scrumptious counterpart Sofia, of the need for care to be exercised on this one. Of course, both think they are more than ready and both are actually not all. You see, they are being lured to an old, defunct courthouse once used in ghost trials (whatever that means) and long-abandoned. Recently, however, construction has been initiated to transform the old place, but on the festive the weekend, all is eerily silent – for now. It’s only after the girls’ arch-nemesis, the storied Maynard, has revealed his diabolical plot to install a magical workshop (yep), that the mad chainsaw-ers can be heard and felt, and then, there is nothing, except for two very, very, bound and gagged Woosters! Oooooh, YES!!

What we have now is one elongated detective gag session as these most sexy of gags and gagged women are showcased. The girls start off bound and gagged on the sofa and in a chair, mumbling hotly the whole while and getting progressively more frustrated the further utterly unable to understand one another they become! Eventually, a jumbled plot to get to an antiquated phone results in some big-time failing but the fun factor is through the roof. Thwarted, they glare as Maynard mocks their ineptitude and has them secured to chairs.

Our beautiful spy girls... Damn, now they’ve made complete fools of themselves too! Directly, to add insult to the proceedings, the plucky duo finds themselves inescapably – or are they - trussed up. And you can either imagine just how steamy hot all of that chair stuff you love is, or watch this awesome little detective gagged, ridiculously plotted wonder tale, from multiple enticing angles. It’s utterly thrilling and those big cloth gags – way too hot!

They writhe and twist and roll and make some very memorable attempts to initiate their escape – you’ll love it! Now, keep going, ladies, if you could just snag the right knot!

Our beautiful spy girls... Damn, now they’ve made complete fools of themselves too! Directly, to add insult to the proceedings, the plucky duo finds themselves inescapably – or are they - trussed up. And you can either imagine just how steamy hot all of that chair stuff you love is, or watch this awesome little detective gagged, ridiculously plotted wonder tale, from multiple enticing angles. It’s utterly thrilling and those tight cloth gags – way too hot! And now, are you ready for them all tied up in chairs? You should be! Captured by a nutty scientist who just happens to have been roaming the grounds no doubt looking for any excuse to nab them, let’s see what we have now. Tick-tock, Woo-Sters. Meddlers like you SHALL be dealt with – but first, let’s observe one mighty chair tie sequence as you struggle oh so hotly for us! Will you escape though, or will this weirdness that has befallen you engulf you?

Talk about (well, THEY can’t!) straight out of the frying pan and into the fire! Two frantically escaping beauties sneak through the building, only to be summarily nabbed again and THIS time, they aren’t getting loose any when soon! Banded up like international mail, their impudent big mouths stopped with the tightest of silver wraps, the suppressed hotties are venting uselessly and THAT is a wrap. Let’s see what these FIENDS have done to our feisty damsels!

“MMMMM!!”

“UHHHRRMMM!! GGHHHMMMFFFFTTT!!” The gagged girls are HELPLESS, struggling hard in their shiny leggings and thumping the hardwood floors with their sexy naked feet, and all lashed like pine-knots in the toymakers chamber overlooking the old conference room! Gagged with tape and very, very wound up about THAT fact!

What we have now is one elongated TIGHT wrap gag session as these most sexy of gags and gagged women are showcased. The girls wriggle and writhe and roll, mumbling hotly the whole while and getting progressively more frustrated the further utterly unable to understand one another they become! Eventually, a jumbled plot to get one another un-bound (TAPE, Girlies?? Good luck!) results in some big-time failing but the fun factor is through the roof. Thwarted, they glare as Maynard leaves them to perish, on behalf of the power behind THIS throne, the dreaded Milton Lyle, ToyMaker to the Imps!

Our beautiful spy girls... Damn, now they’ve made complete fools of themselves too! Directly, to add insult to the proceedings, the plucky duo finds themselves inescapably – or are they - bound up. And you can either imagine just how steamy hot all of this is, or watch this awesome little detective gagged, ridiculously plotted wonder tale, from multiple enticing angles. It’s utterly thrilling and those stretchy silver wrap gags – way too hot!

They writhe and twist and roll and make some very memorable attempts to initiate their escape – you’ll love it! Now, keep going, ladies, if you could just get started with that sticky tape!

Our beautiful spy girls... Damn, now they’ve made complete fools of themselves too! Directly, to add insult to the proceedings, the plucky duo finds themselves inescapably – or are they - trussed up. And you can either imagine just how steamy hot all of that chair stuff you love is, or watch this awesome little tape gagged, ridiculously plotted wonder tale, from multiple enticing angles. It’s utterly thrilling and those tight cloth gags – way too hot!

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

Includes:

Scarlett & Bonnie in: Chief WeinHeimer’s Lovely Woo-Sters Go Off the Grid Near the Baron’s Chateau, BUT, Will Their Frantic Squirmings Save Their Asses!

Sofia & Renee in: Confronting Maynard at the Old Yahitziti CourtHouse – But Wait - THAT’S Not the Real Construction Crew, You Dizzy Little Woosters!!

Bionic Ear-rings – do your THING!!

“BOINK!!” Now, they’re back in play, and RECORDING everything. Oh, hopefully the Chief can access their signal in the nick of time!!!

“MMMMMPPHH – MMM-MMM!!”

They’re bound and gagged, trussed like ham-hocks with napkins pulled stupidly tightly over their faces, stifling their indignant mumbles! Silent (well, sort of) captives, hidden deep within the bowels of Baron Von Flicker’s summer chateau, the gorgeous Woo-Sters dressed to thrill, if not for the warm weather, fidget and wriggle, and WILL those ropes eventually loosen?? If they don’t, it is NOT for the want of trying! Those determined scamps!

Also includes: Mmmpphing Woo-Sters Back in the Saddle: Beauties in BIG Danger as Mad Scientist Reclaims the Resourceful Houdini-Bimbettes!

They ASSURED the Chief they HAD this. Now, somebody very wicked indeed has THEM. Will they escape?? WILL they be rescued??

Our two-toned, delicious spy girls are ready to form their latest incarnation and THIS time, it’s incredible Scarlett Starr and Bonnie filling these KINKY costumes. You like? Yes, we thought you just might! We join the ditzy beauties (boy are they ever0 assuring a dubious Chief Meinheimer that they’ve Got this.... Yes, we’re very sure, Girlies.... But before the Chief can send back up (these two, if ever any chicks did – surely need it0 the babes cut the call short. They are doing this one ALONE, and they’ll quickly be paying for that most hasty and ill-conceived of decisions!

Those bungling Woo-sters have their man – or in this case, his head honcho – but he also has THEM, and while the silly girls are all split up, he makes his strikes count. Soon enough, the snooping, meddling little tarts are acutely... indisposed!

What we have now is one long, protracted marvel of OTM ingenuity as these most sexy of gags and gagged women are showcased. The girls start off bound and gagged on the sofa and in a chair, mumbling hotly the whole while and getting progressively more frustrated the further utterly unable to understand one another they become! Eventually, a jumbled plot to get to an antiquated phone in Christmas’s parlour results in much sexy onscreen shoe removing from the ladies and a lot of exciting barefoot fun!

Our beautiful spy girls... Damn, now they’ve made complete fools of themselves too! Directly, to add insult to the proceedings, the plucky duo finds themselves inescapably – or are they - trussed up. And you can either imagine just how steamy hot all of that chair stuff you love is, or watch this awesome little detective gagged, ridiculously plotted wonder tale, from multiple enticing angles. It’s utterly thrilling and those big cloth gags – way too hot!

They writhe and twist and roll and make some very memorable attempts to initiate their escape – you’ll love it – all before being caught in the act by the Baron’s Hench, who has a most important call to make about their little guests (you’ll very much enjoy the Woo-Ster’s feisty responses) ... Now, keep going, ladies, if you could just snag the right knot!

Having meticulously wriggled free enough – tag-team effort, Chicks – to shrug off their bonds, pull down their gags, and scamper away from the room they’ve were tied in, those delightful Woo-Sters are in for way more!! NOW, VERY much in the hotseats – our recaptured babes are ALL tied up again! Their sweet mouths ultra-tightly gagged once more, it’s time again for much mmmmppphhhing! But, how did they get caught so quickly, and why have they been relocated to this sinister lab where ticking devices mark their every squirm!??

Our beautiful spy girls... Damn, now they’ve made complete fools of themselves too! Directly, to add insult to the proceedings, the plucky duo finds themselves inescapably – or are they - trussed up. And you can either imagine just how steamy hot all of that chair stuff you love is, or watch this awesome little detective gagged, ridiculously plotted wonder tale, from multiple enticing angles. It’s utterly thrilling and those big cloth gags – way too hot! And now, are you ready for them all tied up in chairs? You should be! Captured by a nutty scientist who just happens to have been roaming the grounds no doubt looking for any excuse to nab them, let’s see what we have now. Tick-tock, Woo-Sters. Meddlers like you SHALL be dealt with – but first, let’s observe one mighty chair tie sequence as you struggle oh so hotly for us!

The duped secret agents, in their sexy raincoats, leggings and KINKY boots are bound and gagged and all bent up like pretzels over some weird ottoman in one of the offices overlooking the old conference room! Trussed hog-style with handkerchiefs tied tightly over their mouths keep them outrageously quieted.

“MMMMFFFTTTT!!” It’s no use, they can’t say a word, but they CAN struggle and struggle while somehow making very little progress toward to dusty sixties-era office phone, tantalisingly out of reach. Is the damned thing even connected?? Hogtied Girlies, do your thing and try to find out!

Also Includes: “So it WAS the Evil ToyMaker, Milton Lyle, Behind This All Along! Only Thing is, We Can’t TELL On Him!! MMMMPPPHHHH!!!”

It all began with a call from Control briefing the hot l’il Woosters of this tale on the location of a vanished belfry and some fallen spies who may been involved – or something, uh like that, and we join from the jump, gorgeous retro spy girl Renee warning her equally scrumptious counterpart Sofia, of the need for care to be exercised on this one. Of course, both think they are more than ready and both are actually not all. You see, they are being lured to an old, defunct courthouse once used in ghost trials (whatever that means) and long-abandoned. Recently, however, construction has been initiated to transform the old place, but on the festive the weekend, all is eerily silent – for now. It’s only after the girls’ arch-nemesis, the storied Maynard, has revealed his diabolical plot to install a magical workshop (yep), that the mad chainsaw-ers can be heard and felt, and then, there is nothing, except for two very, very, bound and gagged Woosters! Oooooh, YES!!

What we have now is one elongated detective gag session as these most sexy of gags and gagged women are showcased. The girls start off bound and gagged on the sofa and in a chair, mumbling hotly the whole while and getting progressively more frustrated the further utterly unable to understand one another they become! Eventually, a jumbled plot to get to an antiquated phone results in some big-time failing but the fun factor is through the roof. Thwarted, they glare as Maynard mocks their ineptitude and has them secured to chairs.

Our beautiful spy girls... Damn, now they’ve made complete fools of themselves too! Directly, to add insult to the proceedings, the plucky duo finds themselves inescapably – or are they - trussed up. And you can either imagine just how steamy hot all of that chair stuff you love is, or watch this awesome little detective gagged, ridiculously plotted wonder tale, from multiple enticing angles. It’s utterly thrilling and those big cloth gags – way too hot!

They writhe and twist and roll and make some very memorable attempts to initiate their escape – you’ll love it! Now, keep going, ladies, if you could just snag the right knot!

Our beautiful spy girls... Damn, now they’ve made complete fools of themselves too! Directly, to add insult to the proceedings, the plucky duo finds themselves inescapably – or are they - trussed up. And you can either imagine just how steamy hot all of that chair stuff you love is, or watch this awesome little detective gagged, ridiculously plotted wonder tale, from multiple enticing angles. It’s utterly thrilling and those tight cloth gags – way too hot! And now, are you ready for them all tied up in chairs? You should be! Captured by a nutty scientist who just happens to have been roaming the grounds no doubt looking for any excuse to nab them, let’s see what we have now. Tick-tock, Woo-Sters. Meddlers like you SHALL be dealt with – but first, let’s observe one mighty chair tie sequence as you struggle oh so hotly for us! Will you escape though, or will this weirdness that has befallen you engulf you?

Talk about (well, THEY can’t!) straight out of the frying pan and into the fire! Two frantically escaping beauties sneak through the building, only to be summarily nabbed again and THIS time, they aren’t getting loose any when soon! Banded up like international mail, their impudent big mouths stopped with the tightest of silver wraps, the suppressed hotties are venting uselessly and THAT is a wrap. Let’s see what these FIENDS have done to our feisty damsels!

“MMMMM!!”

“UHHHRRMMM!! GGHHHMMMFFFFTTT!!” The gagged girls are HELPLESS, struggling hard in their shiny leggings and thumping the hardwood floors with their sexy naked feet, and all lashed like pine-knots in the toymakers chamber overlooking the old conference room! Gagged with tape and very, very wound up about THAT fact!

What we have now is one elongated TIGHT wrap gag session as these most sexy of gags and gagged women are showcased. The girls wriggle and writhe and roll, mumbling hotly the whole while and getting progressively more frustrated the further utterly unable to understand one another they become! Eventually, a jumbled plot to get one another un-bound (TAPE, Girlies?? Good luck!) results in some big-time failing but the fun factor is through the roof. Thwarted, they glare as Maynard leaves them to perish, on behalf of the power behind THIS throne, the dreaded Milton Lyle, ToyMaker to the Imps!

Our beautiful spy girls... Damn, now they’ve made complete fools of themselves too! Directly, to add insult to the proceedings, the plucky duo finds themselves inescapably – or are they - bound up. And you can either imagine just how steamy hot all of this is, or watch this awesome little detective gagged, ridiculously plotted wonder tale, from multiple enticing angles. It’s utterly thrilling and those stretchy silver wrap gags – way too hot!

They writhe and twist and roll and make some very memorable attempts to initiate their escape – you’ll love it! Now, keep going, ladies, if you could just get started with that sticky tape!

Our beautiful spy girls... Damn, now they’ve made complete fools of themselves too! Directly, to add insult to the proceedings, the plucky duo finds themselves inescapably – or are they - trussed up. And you can either imagine just how steamy hot all of that chair stuff you love is, or watch this awesome little tape gagged, ridiculously plotted wonder tale, from multiple enticing angles. It’s utterly thrilling and those tight cloth gags – way too hot!

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

Les filles sont toutes excitées car elles voient un strip-teaseur ce soir. Mais quand il arrive, il est bien plus exubérant qu'elles ne s'y attendaient. Il se jette sur les filles, les embrassant et les touchant, mais lorsqu'il baisse son string pour la grande révélation, les filles lui pardonnent tout en posant les yeux sur sa grosse bite ! Elles décident de jouer à son jeu et commencent toutes à l'embrasser et le caresser, avant de le pousser au sol et de l'encercler. Elles se relaient pour sucer sa queue tandis qu'il gigote d'extase, et il n'a pas tardé à avoir un gros orgasme devant leurs cris et acclamations !