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Missy looks stunning in her skintight red dress, sheer dark pantyhose and sleek bl*ck heels. She admires her reflection in the mirror, smoothing the fabric over her hips, c*mpletely unaware that someone has been watching her every move. The moment she turns away, powerful hands seize her from behind. A muffled scream cuts short. Fade to bl*ck.

When the scene returns, Missy has been transformed from glamorous goddess to helpless damsel. She's been tightly tied to a rickety wooden chair that creaks dangerously with every frantic movement. Her ankles are crossed and bound together with cruel tightness, layers of rope biting into her pantyhose at her ankles, calves, knees both above and below, and finally her thighs lashed securely to the hard seat. She isn't going anywhere. Her wrists are tied behind her, elbows crushed together and cinched, chest harnessed with ropes that frame her heaving breasts in the red fabric, forearms immobilized against the chair back. She struggles desperately, the chair wobbling precariously beneath her, her heels scraping against the floor, breasts bouncing with each helpless thrash. Her eyes are wide with panic, please escaping her lips.

Her intruder returns with a red bandana, cleave g*gging her deeply between her teeth, tightening it at the nape of her neck. Missy's gagged protests become desperate, drool already beginning to soak the fabric as she strains against the unforgiving ropes. She's left alone to struggle. Hours seem to p*ss.

The intruder returns one final time, the white over-the-mouth gag being layered over the soaked cleave gag, silencing her even more c*mpletely. Now she's truly muted, her eyes pleading above the tight white cloth, moaning pathetically as she realizes how thoroughly she's been captured. More struggling, dress clinging to her curves.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, her friend arrives to check on her, finding the door unlocked and Missy in her living room prison. He rushes to her, begins frantically untying the knots, freeing her air before Missy shakes her head emphatically, telling him to go c*ll the police. Now. Her friend hesitates, then runs for the phone.

Left alone once more, Missy resumes freeing herself from her rope prison. After she is free she rubs her sore wrists and leave to check her friend is calling the police. This person can't get away with this!

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