The delectable and daring detective Sarah Wild returns... but once again the courageous yet extremely foolish fighter of crime is literally up to her pretty l*ttle neck in trouble!!!

The beautiful brunette receives an invitation to the exclusive opening of a new nightclub called "The P*in Palace" but l*ttle does the dimwitted ditz realise, it is in actual fact, a cleverly orchestrated trap... well, not that clever obviously.

With a guestlist reserved for just one, Sarah shows up at the address looking absolutely stunning in a white shirt, bl*ck leather blazer, skin-tight bl*ck wetlook leggings and a pair of high heels. But when she arrives, the venue seems strangely deserted... Upon entering the main room, the bewildered beauty is astonished to find it furnished with strange-looking contraptions and festooned with a variety of straps, restraints and gags hanging from pegs on the wall.

This is no ordinary nightclub, in fact it's not a nightclub at all but a diabolical dungeon! Well, with a name like the P*in Palace it was kinda obvious... except to the incredibly dumb detective that is!

But as the leathered lovely ventures deeper inside to investigate this baffling building further, suddenly she is grabbed from behind as a masked figure emerges from a cupboard but as brave Sarah grapples with her assailant he hand gags her and drags the shocked sexpot back from whence he came...

A short while later, Sarah finds herself locked into some sort of metal frame with steel restraints holding her rigid. Her wrists are manacled behind her back and her lovely legs are parted, with a pair of metal manacles holding them too, locked tightly around her ankles.

A steel collar fits snugly around her neck keeping her head pressed up against the shaft of a metal pole that links all of her restraints. Each one is secured with a large padlock, making any escape from the frame c*mpletely impossible!

The gorgeous gumshoe curses her rotten luck, or rather her poor judgement and continually asks how she manages to get herself in such scrapes... how indeed?!?

Struggling courageously, the dimwitted detective is a fighter to be sure but clearly refuses to accept her helpless predicament as she carries on j*rking her body against the steel restraints.

After a while, she hears footsteps and her masked attacker finally makes his entrance, gleefully taunting his prized captive and fondling her quite brazenly.

Of course, Sarah Wild lives up to her name and is livid with his wandering hands, angrily ordering him to desist but the mysterious assailant ignores her pleas and merely laughs evilly at her. He then proceeds to silence the constantly wittering woman with some white wrap as once again, Sarah's big mouth gets her into even more trouble!

Wrapping the tight white fabric over her mouth, the beastly brute effectively gags the defeated detective, pulling layer after layer of the tight material around her face and head until it is c*mpletely covered from under her nose to her chin.

Reducing her noisy protests to inaudible grunts and groans, her anonymous assailant laughs once more and leaves her alone to pathetically struggle, safe in the knowledge that she isn't going anywhere. For it appears he has some clients coming to pay the dumb ditz a visit later and heaven knows what games they plan to play with her?!?

This is one trap Sarah Wild isn't going to escape from and one can only guess what diabolical schemes her captor has in store for her next...

Find out what happens to the humiliated heroine in Part Two of Sarah Wild; Private Eye in...

"The Wall of *rgasm!"

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