Jane, the joyful brunette with a soft, inviting body, climbed into bed wearing only her favorite skimpy c*tton tanga panties. The thin fabric sat low on her hips, hugging the swell of her *ss and molding snugly over her smooth p*ssy. Her breasts were bare. She drifted off to bed peacefully.

The masked assailant entered her bedroom without a sound. He slid onto the bed, pinning her arms behind her back with crushing strength. She thrashed wildly, legs kicking, angry muffled screams vibrating against his gloved palm as she fought like hell

heart pounding with fury. Her wrists were already lashed tightly behind her back, ankles bound, and a chest rope framing and squeezing her bare breasts. She immediately started yelling angrily.

“Mmmph! You fucker— let me go right now!”

Before she could get louder, the masked man grabbed the other pair of her discarded skimpy c*tton tanga panties from the floor. He b*lled them up and stuffed the thick wad deep into her mouth, stuffing her cheeks until they bulged. Jane glared furiously and screamed in protest, squirming hard and trying to spit the panties out.

He continued binding her without pause. Rope crushed her elbows together. The chest harness tightened, lifting and presenting her heavy breasts. Jane yelled defiantly into the panty stuffing, thrashing and squirming with rage. He rolled her onto her stomach, yanked her bound ankles up toward her wrists, and cinched them cruelly close into a savage hogtie. Her back arched sharply, breasts crushed into the mattress, *ss pushed up and perfectly presented in the skimpy tanga.

Only then did he finish the gag. He tore long strips of silver duct tape and plastered them over her stuffed mouth — full coverage, layer after layer. He wrapped the shiny tape br*tally tight around her head, under her hair, over her chin and cheeks, sealing her own panties deep inside until her lower face was a smooth, glossy, airtight mask. Jane’s eyes b*rned with anger as she screamed continuously into the thick gag: loud, furious, defiant “MMMMMPPPHHH!!” sounds pouring out the entire time.

Now fully bound and br*tally gagged, the t*rments began — slow, deliberate, and steadily escalating.

He started by playing with her panties. Strong hands roamed over the thin c*tton, squeezing and groping her *ss cheeks through the fabric, pulling the tanga up higher between her cheeks before letting it snap back. His fingers traced the front, rubbing slow circles over her p*ssy mound, pressing the soft c*tton against her swelling clit and slick folds. Jane yelled angrily into her gag and squirmed hard, trying to twist her hips away from his touch.

The intensity rose. He groped harder — mauling her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples — while one hand kept playing between her legs, rubbing and patting her panty-covered p*ssy with increasing pressure. Jane responded furiously, thrashing in the ropes and shouting muffled curses into the gag. Breath control followed: his large hand clamped tightly over her taped mouth and nose, holding until her muffled screams turned frantic and her face flushed. The moment he released, she immediately started yelling and squirming again, glaring daggers at him.

He returned to spanking her *ss — sharp, stinging smacks that turned her cheeks red while his other hand continued rubbing and teasing her p*ssy through the now-damp c*tton. Jane kept fighting back the whole time: squirming, bucking, and making constant angry gag talk, her defiant “MMMMPHHH!!” noises growing louder and more aggressive with every new t*rment.

The spanking grew faster and harder. The groping became rougher — fingers digging into her tits, slapping her breasts, relentlessly rubbing and pressing the soaked tanga against her dripping p*ssy, *dging her cruelly. Jane stayed highly responsive, thrashing wildly, glaring at him with pure defiance, and shouting nonstop into her thick gag even as her body betrayed her with growing wetness.

By the time he finally picked up her own powerful wand vibrator, Jane was a sweating, trembling, furious wreck — eyes blazing, *ss glowing bright red, constantly yelling and squirming defiantly into her gag.

He pressed the thick b*zzing head directly over the front of her skimpy c*tton tanga, right against her swollen, panty-covered clit. The powerful vibrations hammered through the drenched fabric. Jane’s screams exploded into the gag — furious, unbroken “MMMMMPPPHHH!!!” as her body convulsed violently in the hogtie. She kept glaring at him and thrashing as much as the br*tal ropes allowed.

He clamped his hand back over her taped mouth and nose, cutting off her air while the wand goes her higher and higher. The merciless combination pushed her over the edge.

Jane came violently — eyes rolling back, body seizing and arching hard against the ropes, soaking her tanga c*mpletely as the *rgasm tore through her in powerful waves. Even through the climax she screamed angrily into the merciless panty-stuffed, duct-tape gag, refusing to submit.

The masked man kept the wand pressed firmly against her until the last spasms faded, then finally pulled it away.

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