Tatti had witnessed a br*tal crime and was scheduled to testify against a notorious gang in court the next day. The thought of facing them terrified her—these were dangerous people with a reputation for silencing witnesses. That evening, alone in her home, she paced nervously while on the phone with her closest friend, confessing her doubts about whether she should go through with it.

Unbeknownst to her, the gang had already tracked her down and dispatched one of their enforcers to handle the situation. As she spoke, absorbed in the conversation, a masked man crept up silently from behind and clamped his large hand tightly over her mouth, cutting off her words mid-sentence.

He quickly overpowered her, pressing her down onto the living room floor where he bound her wrists and ankles with thick layers of silver duct tape. Once her limbs were secured, he tore off another long strip and smoothed it firmly over her mouth, sealing it into a tight tape gag that compressed her lips and made them bulge visibly beneath the adhesive.

With Tatti now restrained and helpless on the carpet, he took his time indulging himself. He pulled open her gym outfit, exposing her big boobs and began caressing them slowly, his rough hands squeezing and teasing her p*ssy through her gym leggings.

Satisfied for the moment, he slipped off one of his shoes and pressed the worn, sweat-soaked interior directly against her face. The overpowering stench filled her nostrils, making her eyes water and her body convulse with dry heaves.

Leaving her momentarily to recover, he began prowling through the house, rummaging drawers and cabinets for valuables to steal.

Tatti, her heart pounding, scanned the room frantically and spotted her phone resting on a nearby side table—just within reach if she stretched. Bound as she was, she inched her body across the floor, extending her taped ankles until her feet nudged the device. With a careful kick, she knocked it down, then maneuvered closer and used her nose to swipe at the screen, trying to redial her friend.

The sudden noise alerted the intruder. He rushed back into the room, snatched the phone away just as the c*ll began connecting, and ended it abruptly. He then wrapped fresh tape around her already-bound ankles, linking them tightly to her wrists behind her back and pulling the connection taut until she was arched in a strict tape hogtie. The bonds bit deeply, pulling her body to curve and flex under the strain.

Now c*mpletely immobilized on the floor, Tatti could only writhe futilely, her taped limbs straining against the unyielding restraints as muffled moans escaped through her bulging gag. The gang had succeeded—their witness was securely bound and silenced, ensuring she would miss her court appearance tomorrow.

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