As the enraged farmer finishes binding the struggling girl’s ankles, the very wide-eyed beauty is surely wondering ding what the fiend has done with Charlie! After a good, hot, writhing as she mulls it over, again those staggeringly gorgeous jade eyes of hers widen as she sees her reappearing pal being bundled into the room, herself trussed and gagged, and wriggling over the farmer’s broad shoulder! The lovely big-boobed Charlie kicks and bucks, mouthing at the incredibly tight strip of cloth that stops her fuss!

“MMMHHHMMMM!!”

Brook, vaulting around on the bed joins her:

“UUUMMMFFFTTT!!”

What is this FREAK going to do with them??

Also includes: SSSHHH!! Don’t Tell the Dinner Guests About Those Stuffed Up n’ Struggling Snoops Secretly Held in the Props Room!!

Two jolly posh ladies from the City, having recently established their own private detective company, are presently to be admired while taking a much-needed break in the countryside! Both keen ornithologists, one of their fav new spots is AppleDown Meadows, near Lower Dingbat, on the banks of the River Juxtapose. Know it?? The girls do, and that’s all that matters. But, wouldn’t you just have GUESSED it! Even in full unwind mode, these spritely beauties, in their lovely silk blouses and short skirts, revealing way too much toned and fitness hewn thigh, manage to get themselves in trouble as they inadvertently stray onto the grounds of Puckington Farm! And so, it’s while peering through their binoculars having just excitedly discovered a pair of Great Tits (sorry, we had to) perched up in an old oak, a glimmer of something shiny catches their eye. On closer inspection – and those binocs sure do lend themselves to this, funnily enough – they are able to see a glimmering stack of gold bars in the kitchen, all ready to transfer into a dummy, hollowed-out hay bale! Oh, that CROOKED farmer – he’s a gold smuggler on the quiet!

Not about to allow this one to go investigated, the girls sneak inside the house and guess what? Old Farmer Gilles, a token psychopath, has a remedy for girls like THEM... Taking busty Ms Maddison completely by surprise – where is Charlie?? – she’s seized, handgagged hard and unable to cry out. After a monumental struggle, she’s hauled OFF.

Later, and Farmer Gilles materialises again, this time bearing the bound and gagged Charlie, writhing and mmmmpppphhhng!! Dumping her on the bed, he warns the girls to stay quiet and still – or else!!

The bound babes read each other with wide, concerned eyes. As well they might! They are outraged, as one might imagine, but, as they shake those miracle bods the farmer can’t believe how hot these brats are! He later helps himself to their hot tits and asses as they writhe, trying to escape his fetid touch.

Struggling urgently in the attic bedroom, the way too hot, tied up meddlers have sure had a jolly good tying up by the mean man! Thrusting around those tight panty-clad pussies, our massive-mammed captives mumble away, scanning the room as if for sharp objects. They don’t immediately see any and their frustrations are evident. No WAY are they going to allow this – or do they simply have no choice?

Trussed up nicely, these frisky nosey bitches are going nowhere fast. What they ARE doing is wildly thrashing around and gagged. What does the malevolent farmer have planned for them – after wishing them some distinctly unpleasant dreams?? Later, and after a LOT of hot struggling and muffled gag talk from our heroines, the weirdo returns to hog-tether and play with their phat tits through their smashing blouses... The babes gag fume angrily but of course are powerless!

Hot cloth gaggings and tons of hot, bedbound action! The hot budding birdwatchers continue to struggle mightily, hogtied and helpless. Our feisty vixens mmmmmpppphhhing gag babbling, stashed away by this eerie framer who seems to have their very worst interests in mind. Oh, the rotter! If only a giant golden eagle could swoop down right now through the window and whisk our beauties away to freedom!

Later, and the chicks are cloth-crammed and gagged up real tight, they won’t be able to cause a fuss as they are strictly packaged with silver tape and left struggling heatedly in this fiend’s prop room.

Time to hide ‘em both in his ‘props’ room, while he prepares for dinner with guests! The bound babes read each other with wide, concerned eyes. As well they might! They are outraged, as one might imagine, but, as they shake those miracle bods the farmer can’t believe how hot these brats are!

Struggling urgently, the way too hot, tied up meddlers have sure had a jolly good tying up by the mean man! Thrusting around those tight panty-clad pussies, our massive-mammed captives mumble away. Trussed up nicely, these frisky nosey bitches are going nowhere fast. What they ARE doing is wildly thrashing around and gagged.

Such amazing girls, such intense performing. It’s what you deserve, and we know you’ll approve. Now, enjoy these fine yet incapable, the cuties are seriously taped, expertly wraparound gagged and no closer to sharing the salient fact that they are in big jeopardy.

Mmmmppphhhhing and gggggmmmpppphhhhing, the beauties are helpless! And that is what this one is all about – a quick re-cap, another intro, some bedbound detective gagged teasing ad then straight in for one non-stop balls out tape and wrap romp guaranteed to have your minds (and quite possibly something else) in quite the spin. These girls are incredible with the big gags, a you’ll either already know or about to rapidly find out!

***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***

As the enraged farmer finishes binding the struggling girl’s ankles, the very wide-eyed beauty is surely wondering what the fiend has done with Charlie! After a good, hot, writhing as she mulls it over, again those staggeringly gorgeous jade eyes of hers widen as she sees her reappearing pal being brought into the room, herself trussed and gagged, and wriggling over the farmer’s broad shoulder! The lovely big-boobed Charlie kicks and bucks, mouthing at the incredibly tight strip of cloth that stops her fuss!

“MMMHHHMMMM!!”

Brook, vaulting around on the bed joins her:

“UUUMMMFFFTTT!!”

Also includes: SSSHHH!! Don’t Tell the Dinner Guests About Those Stuffed Up n’ Struggling Snoops Secretly Held in the Props Room!!

Two jolly posh ladies from the City, having recently established their own private detective company, are presently to be admired while taking a much-needed break in the countryside! Both keen ornithologists, one of their fav new spots is AppleDown Meadows, near Lower Dingbat, on the banks of the River Juxtapose. Know it?? The girls do, and that’s all that matters. But, wouldn’t you just have GUESSED it! Even in full unwind mode, these spritely beauties, in their lovely silk blouses and short skirts, revealing way too much toned and fitness hewn thigh, manage to get themselves in trouble as they inadvertently stray onto the grounds of Puckington Farm! And so, it’s while peering through their binoculars having just excitedly discovered a pair of Great Tits (sorry, we had to) perched up in an old oak, a glimmer of something shiny catches their eye. On closer inspection – and those binocs sure do lend themselves to this, funnily enough – they are able to see a glimmering stack of gold bars in the kitchen, all ready to transfer into a dummy, hollowed-out hay bale! Oh, that CROOKED farmer – he’s a gold smuggler on the quiet!

Not about to allow this one to go investigated, the girls sneak inside the house and guess what? Old Farmer Gilles, a token psychopath, has a remedy for girls like THEM... Taking busty Ms Maddison completely by surprise – where is Charlie?? – she’s seized, handgagged hard and unable to cry out. After a monumental struggle, she’s hauled OFF.

Later, and Farmer Gilles materialises again, this time bearing the bound and gagged Charlie, writhing and mmmmpppphhhng!! Dumping her on the bed, he warns the girls to stay quiet and still – or else!!

The bound babes read each other with wide, concerned eyes. As well they might! They are outraged, as one might imagine, but, as they shake those miracle bods the farmer can’t believe how hot these brats are! He later helps himself to their hot tits and asses as they writhe, trying to escape his fetid touch.

Struggling urgently in the attic bedroom, the way too hot, tied up meddlers have sure had a jolly good tying up by the mean man! Thrusting around those tight panty-clad pussies, our massive-mammed captives mumble away, scanning the room as if for sharp objects. They don’t immediately see any and their frustrations are evident. No WAY are they going to allow this – or do they simply have no choice?

Trussed up nicely, these frisky nosey bitches are going nowhere fast. What they ARE doing is wildly thrashing around and gagged. What does the malevolent farmer have planned for them – after wishing them some distinctly unpleasant dreams?? Later, and after a LOT of hot struggling and muffled gag talk from our heroines, the weirdo returns to hog-tether and play with their phat tits through their smashing blouses... The babes gag fume angrily but of course are powerless!

Hot cloth gaggings and tons of hot, bedbound action! The hot budding birdwatchers continue to struggle mightily, hogtied and helpless. Our feisty vixens mmmmmpppphhhing gag babbling, stashed away by this eerie framer who seems to have their very worst interests in mind. Oh, the rotter! If only a giant golden eagle could swoop down right now through the window and whisk our beauties away to freedom!

Later, and the chicks are cloth-crammed and gagged up real tight, they won’t be able to cause a fuss as they are strictly packaged with silver tape and left struggling heatedly in this fiend’s prop room.

Time to hide ‘em both in his ‘props’ room, while he prepares for dinner with guests! The bound babes read each other with wide, concerned eyes. As well they might! They are outraged, as one might imagine, but, as they shake those miracle bods the farmer can’t believe how hot these brats are!

Struggling urgently, the way too hot, tied up meddlers have sure had a jolly good tying up by the mean man! Thrusting around those tight panty-clad pussies, our massive-mammed captives mumble away. Trussed up nicely, these frisky nosey bitches are going nowhere fast. What they ARE doing is wildly thrashing around and gagged.

Such amazing girls, such intense performing. It’s what you deserve, and we know you’ll approve. Now, enjoy these fine yet incapable, the cuties are seriously taped, expertly wraparound gagged and no closer to sharing the salient fact that they are in big jeopardy.

Mmmmppphhhhing and gggggmmmpppphhhhing, the beauties are helpless! And that is what this one is all about – a quick re-cap, another intro, some bedbound detective gagged teasing ad then straight in for one non-stop balls out tape and wrap romp guaranteed to have your minds (and quite possibly something else) in quite the spin. These girls are incredible with the big gags, a you’ll either already know or about to rapidly find out!

***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***

Intrepid detectives Ms Maddison and Ms. Wild barely had time to breathe inside the dusty clubhouse closet before the door burst open. Miss Monaco and the hooded Beekeeper pounced like predators, seizing the meddling pair with ruthless speed. Strong hands wrenched their arms behind their backs as coarse string and sticky parcel tape lashed their wrists and ankles tight, securing them in seconds. Before they could shout for help, thick white cloth cleave gags were bound deep between their teeth and knotted brutally behind their heads, reducing their furious protests to desperate, muffled grunts. Helpless and tightly bound on the clubhouse floor, the detectives could only glare up at their smirking captors—unaware that the Beekeeper’s dark secrets were far more dangerous than any heist.

The ladies had cracked tougher cases, but the string of bold robberies at the exclusive Muldoon Golf Course had them buzzing with suspicion. The latest heist left the clubhouse vault cleaned out and the local police scratching their heads. Determined to break the case wide open, the duo zeroed in on the clubhouse manager, the sharp-eyed busty ‘af’ Miss Monaco, and her peculiar companion—a hooded figure who insisted he was the club’s official beekeeper.

“A beekeeper? On a golf course?” Brook muttered under his breath as they wrapped up their questioning. Ms. Wild shot him a knowing glance. Something was seriously off. The hooded man’s evasive answers and Miss Monaco’s too-perfect smile didn’t add up.

Excusing themselves politely, the detectives slipped away the moment the suspects turned their backs. Hearts pounding with adrenaline, they began snooping through the back rooms of the clubhouse, searching for any clue that might link the odd pair to the crimes. Drawers were quietly rifled, shadows inspected—but their luck ran out fast.

Footsteps. Voices. The villains were coming.

With split-second timing, Brook and Ms. Wild dove into a cramped storage closet and pulled the door shut. Darkness swallowed them. They held their breath... only for the door to fly open seconds later.

“Meddling pests,” Miss Monaco hissed, her eyes gleaming with malice. Beside her, the hooded Beekeeper loomed like a shadow from a nightmare.

Before the detectives could fight back, the pair struck with ruthless efficiency. Strong hands seized them. Rough parcel tape was whipped around their wrists and ankles – and chests - binding them tight. In perfect, sinister sync, Miss Monaco and the Beekeeper bound TIGHT white cloth cleave gags between their teeth, knotting them brutally behind their heads. The fabric pulled painfully tight, muffling their protests into desperate, humiliated grunts.

Trussed up and helpless on the clubhouse parlour floor, Brook and Ms. Wild could only glare up at their captors. But as the Beekeeper leaned closer, his hood slipping just enough to reveal a cold, calculating stare, one thing became terrifyingly clear:

All was not as it seemed at Muldoon Golf Course. And this so-called beekeeper had far more than honey to hide... BUT, these creeps didn’t figure on the letter opener in their bag – if they could just reach it.... And Miss Monaco, all is not as it seems for you, you double dealing snake... Cue MUCH rolling and writhing and mouth wrapped parcel-antics aplenty!

***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***

Intrepid detectives Ms Maddison and Ms. Wild barely had time to breathe inside the dusty clubhouse closet before the door burst open. Miss Monaco and the hooded Beekeeper pounced like predators, seizing the meddling pair with ruthless speed. Strong hands wrenched their arms behind their backs as coarse string and sticky parcel tape lashed their wrists and ankles tight, securing them in seconds. Before they could shout for help, thick white cloth cleave gags were bound deep between their teeth and knotted brutally behind their heads, reducing their furious protests to desperate, muffled grunts. Helpless and tightly bound on the clubhouse floor, the detectives could only glare up at their smirking captors—unaware that the Beekeeper’s dark secrets were far more dangerous than any heist.

The ladies had cracked tougher cases, but the string of bold robberies at the exclusive Muldoon Golf Course had them buzzing with suspicion. The latest heist left the clubhouse vault cleaned out and the local police scratching their heads. Determined to break the case wide open, the duo zeroed in on the clubhouse manager, the sharp-eyed busty ‘af’ Miss Monaco, and her peculiar companion—a hooded figure who insisted he was the club’s official beekeeper.

“A beekeeper? On a golf course?” Brook muttered under his breath as they wrapped up their questioning. Ms. Wild shot him a knowing glance. Something was seriously off. The hooded man’s evasive answers and Miss Monaco’s too-perfect smile didn’t add up.

Excusing themselves politely, the detectives slipped away the moment the suspects turned their backs. Hearts pounding with adrenaline, they began snooping through the back rooms of the clubhouse, searching for any clue that might link the odd pair to the crimes. Drawers were quietly rifled, shadows inspected—but their luck ran out fast.

Footsteps. Voices. The villains were coming.

With split-second timing, Brook and Ms. Wild dove into a cramped storage closet and pulled the door shut. Darkness swallowed them. They held their breath... only for the door to fly open seconds later.

“Meddling pests,” Miss Monaco hissed, her eyes gleaming with malice. Beside her, the hooded Beekeeper loomed like a shadow from a nightmare.

Before the detectives could fight back, the pair struck with ruthless efficiency. Strong hands seized them. Rough parcel tape was whipped around their wrists and ankles – and chests - binding them tight. In perfect, sinister sync, Miss Monaco and the Beekeeper bound TIGHT white cloth cleave gags between their teeth, knotting them brutally behind their heads. The fabric pulled painfully tight, muffling their protests into desperate, humiliated grunts.

Trussed up and helpless on the clubhouse parlour floor, Brook and Ms. Wild could only glare up at their captors. But as the Beekeeper leaned closer, his hood slipping just enough to reveal a cold, calculating stare, one thing became terrifyingly clear:

All was not as it seemed at Muldoon Golf Course. And this so-called beekeeper had far more than honey to hide... BUT, these creeps didn’t figure on the letter opener in their bag – if they could just reach it.... And Miss Monaco, all is not as it seems for you, you double dealing snake... Cue MUCH rolling and writhing and mouth wrapped parcel-antics aplenty!

***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***

Intrepid detectives Ms Maddison and Ms. Wild barely had time to breathe inside the dusty clubhouse closet before the door burst open. Miss Monaco and the hooded Beekeeper pounced like predators, seizing the meddling pair with ruthless speed. Strong hands wrenched their arms behind their backs as coarse string and sticky parcel tape lashed their wrists and ankles tight, securing them in seconds. Before they could shout for help, thick white cloth cleave gags were bound deep between their teeth and knotted brutally behind their heads, reducing their furious protests to desperate, muffled grunts. Helpless and tightly bound on the clubhouse floor, the detectives could only glare up at their smirking captors—unaware that the Beekeeper’s dark secrets were far more dangerous than any heist.

The ladies had cracked tougher cases, but the string of bold robberies at the exclusive Muldoon Golf Course had them buzzing with suspicion. The latest heist left the clubhouse vault cleaned out and the local police scratching their heads. Determined to break the case wide open, the duo zeroed in on the clubhouse manager, the sharp-eyed busty ‘af’ Miss Monaco, and her peculiar companion—a hooded figure who insisted he was the club’s official beekeeper.

“A beekeeper? On a golf course?” Brook muttered under his breath as they wrapped up their questioning. Ms. Wild shot him a knowing glance. Something was seriously off. The hooded man’s evasive answers and Miss Monaco’s too-perfect smile didn’t add up.

Excusing themselves politely, the detectives slipped away the moment the suspects turned their backs. Hearts pounding with adrenaline, they began snooping through the back rooms of the clubhouse, searching for any clue that might link the odd pair to the crimes. Drawers were quietly rifled, shadows inspected—but their luck ran out fast.

Footsteps. Voices. The villains were coming.

With split-second timing, Brook and Ms. Wild dove into a cramped storage closet and pulled the door shut. Darkness swallowed them. They held their breath... only for the door to fly open seconds later.

“Meddling pests,” Miss Monaco hissed, her eyes gleaming with malice. Beside her, the hooded Beekeeper loomed like a shadow from a nightmare.

Before the detectives could fight back, the pair struck with ruthless efficiency. Strong hands seized them. Rough parcel tape was whipped around their wrists and ankles – and chests - binding them tight. In perfect, sinister sync, Miss Monaco and the Beekeeper bound TIGHT white cloth cleave gags between their teeth, knotting them brutally behind their heads. The fabric pulled painfully tight, muffling their protests into desperate, humiliated grunts.

Trussed up and helpless on the clubhouse parlour floor, Brook and Ms. Wild could only glare up at their captors. But as the Beekeeper leaned closer, his hood slipping just enough to reveal a cold, calculating stare, one thing became terrifyingly clear:

All was not as it seemed at Muldoon Golf Course. And this so-called beekeeper had far more than honey to hide... BUT, these creeps didn’t figure on the letter opener in their bag – if they could just reach it.... And Miss Monaco, all is not as it seems for you, you double dealing snake...

***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***

Intrepid detectives Ms Maddison and Ms. Wild barely had time to breathe inside the dusty clubhouse closet before the door burst open. Miss Monaco and the hooded Beekeeper pounced like predators, seizing the meddling pair with ruthless speed. Strong hands wrenched their arms behind their backs as coarse string and sticky parcel tape lashed their wrists and ankles tight, securing them in seconds. Before they could shout for help, thick white cloth cleave gags were bound deep between their teeth and knotted brutally behind their heads, reducing their furious protests to desperate, muffled grunts. Helpless and tightly bound on the clubhouse floor, the detectives could only glare up at their smirking captors—unaware that the Beekeeper’s dark secrets were far more dangerous than any heist.

The ladies had cracked tougher cases, but the string of bold robberies at the exclusive Muldoon Golf Course had them buzzing with suspicion. The latest heist left the clubhouse vault cleaned out and the local police scratching their heads. Determined to break the case wide open, the duo zeroed in on the clubhouse manager, the sharp-eyed busty ‘af’ Miss Monaco, and her peculiar companion—a hooded figure who insisted he was the club’s official beekeeper.

“A beekeeper? On a golf course?” Brook muttered under his breath as they wrapped up their questioning. Ms. Wild shot him a knowing glance. Something was seriously off. The hooded man’s evasive answers and Miss Monaco’s too-perfect smile didn’t add up.

Excusing themselves politely, the detectives slipped away the moment the suspects turned their backs. Hearts pounding with adrenaline, they began snooping through the back rooms of the clubhouse, searching for any clue that might link the odd pair to the crimes. Drawers were quietly rifled, shadows inspected—but their luck ran out fast.

Footsteps. Voices. The villains were coming.

With split-second timing, Brook and Ms. Wild dove into a cramped storage closet and pulled the door shut. Darkness swallowed them. They held their breath... only for the door to fly open seconds later.

“Meddling pests,” Miss Monaco hissed, her eyes gleaming with malice. Beside her, the hooded Beekeeper loomed like a shadow from a nightmare.

Before the detectives could fight back, the pair struck with ruthless efficiency. Strong hands seized them. Rough parcel tape was whipped around their wrists and ankles – and chests - binding them tight. In perfect, sinister sync, Miss Monaco and the Beekeeper bound TIGHT white cloth cleave gags between their teeth, knotting them brutally behind their heads. The fabric pulled painfully tight, muffling their protests into desperate, humiliated grunts.

Trussed up and helpless on the clubhouse parlour floor, Brook and Ms. Wild could only glare up at their captors. But as the Beekeeper leaned closer, his hood slipping just enough to reveal a cold, calculating stare, one thing became terrifyingly clear:

All was not as it seemed at Muldoon Golf Course. And this so-called beekeeper had far more than honey to hide... BUT, these creeps didn’t figure on the letter opener in their bag – if they could just reach it.... And Miss Monaco, all is not as it seems for you, you double dealing snake...

***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***

They should have KNOWN this was a trap!! Wonderfully gagged senseless, our feisty pantyhose snoops, roped and helpless indeed, watch with mounting concern as this silent maniac rigs something to go kaboom. They squirm and mmmppphhh fruitlessly, epically shut down and unable to intervene. Left grunting and heaving, the girls eventually hatch a jumbled plot to get loose and escape this cursed place! Both beauties mumble and squirm passionately, trying hard to position themselves in such a way that the evil villainess, her back to them for the moment, cannot detect a classic escape bid before it’s completed... Soon enough, SHE’LL be the one all tied up!!

Invited, ostensibly cordially, to report their findings on the storied Haloumi House - said to remain the residence of the most evil and entirely restless spirt of - Hugo Cantankerous. Ol’ Hugo, a bad man in life, is said to be an even worse one in the afterlife, with regularly reported portal-passages to this fair plain, via his beloved, crumbling old manse. Avid amateur sleuths and upcoming reporters, Ms Maddison and Ms Wild are positively thrilled to be invited here to ‘cover the story’ with the caveat being that they report ‘the truth’ that there are no such things as ghost, and they certainly do not reside here. A vested interest in getting the story straight is the sinister Ms Archimedes, played to a fault by the gorgeous Charlie Monaco. She and her sinister ‘business associate’, Mr Walters, are most keen on giving the girls free reign, on the understanding they will leave and write up some silly piece that no one will take remotely seriously, leaving THEM, and their secret smuggling tunnels, untainted. As step-son as they can get rid of these be-pantyhosed BRATS, their clandestine affairs can continue, at pace.

But, when if the girls inevitably find out too much, such as the insignia of south coast smugglers – the fabled Dragon Heirloom, the game is up, and only just beginning at the same time... Soon enough, both meddlers are nicely secured, mouths gagged tightly with napkins, and it’s time to get rid of this place - in a very literal sense. So now, it’s a race against the clock, extended marginally when Ms Archimedes Herself is double crossed at the Nth hour by the malign Walters, who after removing her gag, evidently lets her know this won’t be the case for long. But right now, he has to stop the fleeing snoopers who have overpowered her, and ensure that they too are unable to progress beyond the walls of his old house...

Left extremely tightly cleave gagged and bound up on the floor while Mr Walters plots are all three of our busty bimbos! Trussed and gagged most assuredly, they cannot interfere with the inevitable, and his ghost impersonations wearing thin, it’s time again for the old manse to go up in smoke!!

Those pesky, snooping meddlers and the duped lady of the house thrash in fury, teeth grinding hard as they mumble through their tight cleave gags. The thick cloth bites deep between their lips, bulging their cheeks muffling every outraged growl into wet, frustrated grunts as they strain against the ropes. Eyes blazing with humiliated rage, the trio glares daggers at each other—the intruders for their botched scheme, the lady for being played like a fool—chewing furiously on the soaked fabric while their muffled protests only grow hotter and more helpless.

Squirming around hard and repeatedly grinding on the hardwood floor, always accentuating her amazing body to the fullest while pumping out some incredible gagged up noises, the stunning captives, in their pretty tights and sooty stockings are quite the site to behold. And, with that, the wildly struggling babes are doomed to fail, so stringently are their asses restrained!

Our comely threesome strains at their tight bonds and gags, powerless and incensed – especially that BITCH, Ms Archimedes – at being so easily overtaken!

Struggling passionately, trying unsuccessfully to work their epic big facegags off (they do not even come close), the chicks wriggle earnestly, perpetually indisposed! Pulsing around on their hot tits, the gorgeous damsels gag vent and that fiery badgirl is utterly fucked up. All are so nicely quietened by those gags bound about their faces, how will they ever expect to summon assistance to extricate them from this jam??

***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***

They should have KNOWN this was a trap!! Wonderfully gagged senseless, our feisty pantyhose snoops, roped and helpless indeed, watch with mounting concern as this silent maniac rigs something to go kaboom. They squirm and mmmppphhh fruitlessly, epically shut down and unable to intervene. Left grunting and heaving, the girls eventually hatch a jumbled plot to get loose and escape this cursed place! Both beauties mumble and squirm passionately, trying hard to position themselves in such a way that the evil villainess, her back to them for the moment, cannot detect a classic escape bid before it’s completed... Soon enough, SHE’LL be the one all tied up!!

Invited, ostensibly cordially, to report their findings on the storied Haloumi House - said to remain the residence of the most evil and entirely restless spirt of - Hugo Cantankerous. Ol’ Hugo, a bad man in life, is said to be an even worse one in the afterlife, with regularly reported portal-passages to this fair plain, via his beloved, crumbling old manse. Avid amateur sleuths and upcoming reporters, Ms Maddison and Ms Wild are positively thrilled to be invited here to ‘cover the story’ with the caveat being that they report ‘the truth’ that there are no such things as ghost, and they certainly do not reside here. A vested interest in getting the story straight is the sinister Ms Archimedes, played to a fault by the gorgeous Charlie Monaco. She and her sinister ‘business associate’, Mr Walters, are most keen on giving the girls free reign, on the understanding they will leave and write up some silly piece that no one will take remotely seriously, leaving THEM, and their secret smuggling tunnels, untainted. As step-son as they can get rid of these be-pantyhosed BRATS, their clandestine affairs can continue, at pace.

But, when if the girls inevitably find out too much, such as the insignia of south coast smugglers – the fabled Dragon Heirloom, the game is up, and only just beginning at the same time... Soon enough, both meddlers are nicely secured, mouths gagged tightly with napkins, and it’s time to get rid of this place - in a very literal sense. So now, it’s a race against the clock, extended marginally when Ms Archimedes Herself is double crossed at the Nth hour by the malign Walters, who after removing her gag, evidently lets her know this won’t be the case for long. But right now, he has to stop the fleeing snoopers who have overpowered her, and ensure that they too are unable to progress beyond the walls of his old house...

Left extremely tightly cleave gagged and bound up on the floor while Mr Walters plots are all three of our busty bimbos! Trussed and gagged most assuredly, they cannot interfere with the inevitable, and his ghost impersonations wearing thin, it’s time again for the old manse to go up in smoke!!

Those pesky, snooping meddlers and the duped lady of the house thrash in fury, teeth grinding hard as they mumble through their tight cleave gags. The thick cloth bites deep between their lips, bulging their cheeks muffling every outraged growl into wet, frustrated grunts as they strain against the ropes. Eyes blazing with humiliated rage, the trio glares daggers at each other—the intruders for their botched scheme, the lady for being played like a fool—chewing furiously on the soaked fabric while their muffled protests only grow hotter and more helpless.

Squirming around hard and repeatedly grinding on the hardwood floor, always accentuating her amazing body to the fullest while pumping out some incredible gagged up noises, the stunning captives, in their pretty tights and sooty stockings are quite the site to behold. And, with that, the wildly struggling babes are doomed to fail, so stringently are their asses restrained!

Our comely threesome strains at their tight bonds and gags, powerless and incensed – especially that BITCH, Ms Archimedes – at being so easily overtaken!

Struggling passionately, trying unsuccessfully to work their epic big facegags off (they do not even come close), the chicks wriggle earnestly, perpetually indisposed! Pulsing around on their hot tits, the gorgeous damsels gag vent and that fiery badgirl is utterly fucked up. All are so nicely quietened by those gags bound about their faces, how will they ever expect to summon assistance to extricate them from this jam??

***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***

While the Mayhews from WinterBottom Rectory dine away, blissfully unaware, our big-boobed military-latex-beauties are stashed bound and gagged in a disused room! Trussed and helpless, the feisty maidens rage and slobber around super tightly buckled up ballgags. Overpowered, humiliated, and very much MISSING supper, these bothersome meddlers are in rather deep!

Includes: Busty Battle-Babes in the Deep-Fat-Fryer: Glistening Latex Goddesses Bound & Under SEARING Gag Heat!

Invited to spend the evening at renowned Chef Lionel Weigant’s country retreat, while he no doubt regales them with somewhat tall tales, as is his wont, two top secret-style babes on the hunt for a psychotic Chef, arrive to a strange ol’ thing indeed... No Chef Weigant... Hmmmm, but he had just spoken with the lovely Miss Monaco on the phone not half an hour ago... What could have happened to him. The ladies, having split up to search, cannot possibly know that the very lunatic they are hunting, one Sir Ian McPekingDuck (you may have heard of HIM) has brought the mountain to you know who! Having assumed the identity of Weigant - who even now must be getting mighty chilly locked in his own pantry – Sir Ian is here not only to vanquish Himself of any prying snoopers but also to rest-drive his ominous ‘Star-Rated Supper’ on unsuspecting guests originally invited by Weiant!

Taking both completely by surprise, Sir Ian makes Short-Order of these two sexy hell-kittens/. Oh YES, he does...

The girls read each other with wide, concerned eyes. As well they might! They are outraged, as one might imagine, but, as they shake those mammoth titties bound and jiggle! Our depraved Chef can’t believe how hot these brats are all silenced with VERY tight ballgags. He helps himself to their hot tits and asses as they writhe, bound up to the big staircase. Hmmmmmm... They gurgle and spume around that hard rubber as he feels them up, lovingly, before leaving them to squirm while he keeps them hidden away from returning guests – such as the inimitable Mildred!

Struggling urgently in the motel room, the way too hot, tied up nude ladies have sure had a jolly good hogtying! Thrusting around those tight pussies, our jumbo-racked latex-captives mumble away, scanning the room as if for sharp objects. They don’t immediately see any and their frustrations are evident. No WAY are they going to allow this – or do they simply have no choice?

Trussed up nicely, these frisky bimbos are going nowhere fast. What they ARE doing is wildly thrashing around and gagged. What does this character have planned for them – besides cheekily photographing them while naked?? Later, and after a LOT of hot struggling and gag talk from our heroines, the creep returns and plays with their juicy tits and firm buttocks.... The babes gag fume angrily, spitting around that red jammed-in rubber.

Later, relocated (damn, those inquisitive supper guests!!) the ladies are all trussed up on Weigant’s infamous Pizza0Rama bed (can’t imagine why they call it that...) Deeply sexy scarf gaggings follow, and tons of hot, bedbound struggle-action! The serious cuties continue to struggle mightily, and their lovely ripe tits and assed, all lovingly encased with shiny latex, the ladies bump around like crazy, hogtied and helpless. Two feisty beret-vixens “ggghhhmmming” away, locked away out of sight and out of mind. But not ours... Now, captives, wiggle for us!! And for YOU too, you’ll be having your supper delayed!

Our gleaming, latex ladies THRASH, heavily roped up on chairs, sporting fearsome wide cleave wraps, all stuffed out and making as much racket as they are able – which is NOT much, given the outrageousness of these two face hugging tape silencers!! That is how they will stay! Mildred thinks the babes were sent packing on their merry way. In fact, they are bound and gagged nice little secrets of this demented nutcase. GO, Girls, WORK those seats, you shiny, big-boobed vixens TRYING to call for assistance, you... Mmmmmm...

And for YOU too, you’ll be having your supper delayed! Now, about those chairs, Ladies...?

***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***

While the Mayhews from WinterBottom Rectory dine away, blissfully unaware, our big-boobed military-latex-beauties are stashed bound and gagged in a disused room! Trussed and helpless, the feisty maidens rage and slobber around super tightly buckled up ballgags. Overpowered, humiliated, and very much MISSING supper, these bothersome meddlers are in rather deep!

Includes: Busty Battle-Babes in the Deep-Fat-Fryer: Glistening Latex Goddesses Bound & Under SEARING Gag Heat!

Invited to spend the evening at renowned Chef Lionel Weigant’s country retreat, while he no doubt regales them with somewhat tall tales, as is his wont, two top secret-style babes on the hunt for a psychotic Chef, arrive to a strange ol’ thing indeed... No Chef Weigant... Hmmmm, but he had just spoken with the lovely Miss Monaco on the phone not half an hour ago... What could have happened to him. The ladies, having split up to search, cannot possibly know that the very lunatic they are hunting, one Sir Ian McPekingDuck (you may have heard of HIM) has brought the mountain to you know who! Having assumed the identity of Weigant - who even now must be getting mighty chilly locked in his own pantry – Sir Ian is here not only to vanquish Himself of any prying snoopers but also to rest-drive his ominous ‘Star-Rated Supper’ on unsuspecting guests originally invited by Weiant!

Taking both completely by surprise, Sir Ian makes Short-Order of these two sexy hell-kittens/. Oh YES, he does...

The girls read each other with wide, concerned eyes. As well they might! They are outraged, as one might imagine, but, as they shake those mammoth titties bound and jiggle! Our depraved Chef can’t believe how hot these brats are all silenced with VERY tight ballgags. He helps himself to their hot tits and asses as they writhe, bound up to the big staircase. Hmmmmmm... They gurgle and spume around that hard rubber as he feels them up, lovingly, before leaving them to squirm while he keeps them hidden away from returning guests – such as the inimitable Mildred!

Struggling urgently in the motel room, the way too hot, tied up nude ladies have sure had a jolly good hogtying! Thrusting around those tight pussies, our jumbo-racked latex-captives mumble away, scanning the room as if for sharp objects. They don’t immediately see any and their frustrations are evident. No WAY are they going to allow this – or do they simply have no choice?

Trussed up nicely, these frisky bimbos are going nowhere fast. What they ARE doing is wildly thrashing around and gagged. What does this character have planned for them – besides cheekily photographing them while naked?? Later, and after a LOT of hot struggling and gag talk from our heroines, the creep returns and plays with their juicy tits and firm buttocks.... The babes gag fume angrily, spitting around that red jammed-in rubber.

Later, relocated (damn, those inquisitive supper guests!!) the ladies are all trussed up on Weigant’s infamous Pizza0Rama bed (can’t imagine why they call it that...) Deeply sexy scarf gaggings follow, and tons of hot, bedbound struggle-action! The serious cuties continue to struggle mightily, and their lovely ripe tits and assed, all lovingly encased with shiny latex, the ladies bump around like crazy, hogtied and helpless. Two feisty beret-vixens “ggghhhmmming” away, locked away out of sight and out of mind. But not ours... Now, captives, wiggle for us!! And for YOU too, you’ll be having your supper delayed!

Our gleaming, latex ladies THRASH, heavily roped up on chairs, sporting fearsome wide cleave wraps, all stuffed out and making as much racket as they are able – which is NOT much, given the outrageousness of these two face hugging tape silencers!! That is how they will stay! Mildred thinks the babes were sent packing on their merry way. In fact, they are bound and gagged nice little secrets of this demented nutcase. GO, Girls, WORK those seats, you shiny, big-boobed vixens TRYING to call for assistance, you... Mmmmmm...

And for YOU too, you’ll be having your supper delayed! Now, about those chairs, Ladies...?

***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***

Those pesky, snooping meddlers and the duped lady of the house thrash in fury, teeth grinding hard as they mumble through their tight cleave gags. The thick cloth bites deep between their lips, bulging their cheeks muffling every outraged growl into wet, frustrated grunts as they strain against the ropes. Eyes blazing with humiliated rage, the trio glares at each other—the intruders for their botched scheme, the lady for being played like a fool—chewing furiously on the soaked fabric while their muffled protests only grow hotter and more helpless.

From Our Story: They should have KNOWN this was a trap!! Wonderfully gagged senseless, our feisty pantyhose snoops, roped and helpless indeed, watch with mounting concern as this silent maniac rigs something to go kaboom. They squirm and mmmppphhh fruitlessly, epically shut down and unable to intervene. Left grunting and heaving, the girls eventually hatch a jumbled plot to get loose and escape this cursed place! Both beauties mumble and squirm passionately, trying hard to position themselves in such a way that the evil villainess, her back to them for the moment, cannot detect a classic escape bid before it’s completed... Soon enough, SHE’LL be the one all tied up!!

Invited, ostensibly cordially, to report their findings on the storied Haloumi House - said to remain the residence of the most evil and entirely restless spirt of - Hugo Cantankerous. Ol’ Hugo, a bad man in life, is said to be an even worse one in the afterlife, with regularly reported portal-passages to this fair plain, via his beloved, crumbling old manse. Avid amateur sleuths and upcoming reporters, Ms Maddison and Ms Wild are positively thrilled to be invited here to ‘cover the story’ with the caveat being that they report ‘the truth’ that there are no such things as ghost, and they certainly do not reside here. A vested interest in getting the story straight is the sinister Ms Archimedes, played to a fault by the gorgeous Charlie Monaco. She and her sinister ‘business associate’, Mr Walters, are most keen on giving the girls free reign, on the understanding they will leave and write up some silly piece that no one will take remotely seriously, leaving THEM, and their secret smuggling tunnels, untainted. As step-son as they can get rid of these be-pantyhosed BRATS, their clandestine affairs can continue, at pace.

But, when if the girls inevitably find out too much, such as the insignia of south coast smugglers – the fabled Dragon Heirloom, the game is up, and only just beginning at the same time... Soon enough, both meddlers are nicely secured, mouths gagged tightly with napkins, and it’s time to get rid of this place - in a very literal sense. So now, it’s a race against the clock, extended marginally when Ms Archimedes Herself is double crossed at the Nth hour by the malign Walters, who after removing her gag, evidently lets her know this won’t be the case for long. But right now, he has to stop the fleeing snoopers who have overpowered her, and ensure that they too are unable to progress beyond the walls of his old house...

Left extremely tightly cleave gagged and bound up on the floor while Mr Walters plots are all three of our busty bimbos! Trussed and gagged most assuredly, they cannot interfere with the inevitable, and his ghost impersonations wearing thin, it’s time again for the old manse to go up in smoke!!

Squirming around hard and repeatedly grinding on the hardwood floor, always accentuating her amazing body to the fullest while pumping out some incredible gagged up noises, the stunning captives, in their pretty tights and sooty stockings are quite the site to behold. And, with that, the wildly struggling babes are doomed to fail, so stringently are their asses restrained!

Our comely threesome strains at their tight bonds and gags, powerless and incensed – especially that BITCH, Ms Archimedes – at being so easily overtaken!

***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***

Those pesky, snooping meddlers and the duped lady of the house thrash in fury, teeth grinding hard as they mumble through their tight cleave gags. The thick cloth bites deep between their lips, bulging their cheeks muffling every outraged growl into wet, frustrated grunts as they strain against the ropes. Eyes blazing with humiliated rage, the trio glares at each other—the intruders for their botched scheme, the lady for being played like a fool—chewing furiously on the soaked fabric while their muffled protests only grow hotter and more helpless.

From Our Story: They should have KNOWN this was a trap!! Wonderfully gagged senseless, our feisty pantyhose snoops, roped and helpless indeed, watch with mounting concern as this silent maniac rigs something to go kaboom. They squirm and mmmppphhh fruitlessly, epically shut down and unable to intervene. Left grunting and heaving, the girls eventually hatch a jumbled plot to get loose and escape this cursed place! Both beauties mumble and squirm passionately, trying hard to position themselves in such a way that the evil villainess, her back to them for the moment, cannot detect a classic escape bid before it’s completed... Soon enough, SHE’LL be the one all tied up!!

Invited, ostensibly cordially, to report their findings on the storied Haloumi House - said to remain the residence of the most evil and entirely restless spirt of - Hugo Cantankerous. Ol’ Hugo, a bad man in life, is said to be an even worse one in the afterlife, with regularly reported portal-passages to this fair plain, via his beloved, crumbling old manse. Avid amateur sleuths and upcoming reporters, Ms Maddison and Ms Wild are positively thrilled to be invited here to ‘cover the story’ with the caveat being that they report ‘the truth’ that there are no such things as ghost, and they certainly do not reside here. A vested interest in getting the story straight is the sinister Ms Archimedes, played to a fault by the gorgeous Charlie Monaco. She and her sinister ‘business associate’, Mr Walters, are most keen on giving the girls free reign, on the understanding they will leave and write up some silly piece that no one will take remotely seriously, leaving THEM, and their secret smuggling tunnels, untainted. As step-son as they can get rid of these be-pantyhosed BRATS, their clandestine affairs can continue, at pace.

But, when if the girls inevitably find out too much, such as the insignia of south coast smugglers – the fabled Dragon Heirloom, the game is up, and only just beginning at the same time... Soon enough, both meddlers are nicely secured, mouths gagged tightly with napkins, and it’s time to get rid of this place - in a very literal sense. So now, it’s a race against the clock, extended marginally when Ms Archimedes Herself is double crossed at the Nth hour by the malign Walters, who after removing her gag, evidently lets her know this won’t be the case for long. But right now, he has to stop the fleeing snoopers who have overpowered her, and ensure that they too are unable to progress beyond the walls of his old house...

Left extremely tightly cleave gagged and bound up on the floor while Mr Walters plots are all three of our busty bimbos! Trussed and gagged most assuredly, they cannot interfere with the inevitable, and his ghost impersonations wearing thin, it’s time again for the old manse to go up in smoke!!

Squirming around hard and repeatedly grinding on the hardwood floor, always accentuating her amazing body to the fullest while pumping out some incredible gagged up noises, the stunning captives, in their pretty tights and sooty stockings are quite the site to behold. And, with that, the wildly struggling babes are doomed to fail, so stringently are their asses restrained!

Our comely threesome strains at their tight bonds and gags, powerless and incensed – especially that BITCH, Ms Archimedes – at being so easily overtaken!

***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***