The busty captive, having wiggled free of at least SOME of those master-knots, actually makes it to the front entrance but, alas (for her) the hooded villain intercepts her before she ca get through the door! One hand clamped FIRMLY over her smart mouth, the beauty cannot yell to passerby in the courtyard, and instead is whisked away to a back room where she is summarily indisposed again - THIS time, MORE knots and a skin tight OTM gag will stop his damned nuisance. Now, what fiendish plans might Davenport have for the helpless beauty...? From Our Story: As that dastardly Nathaniel prepares to flee the manse, leaving the mmmmppphhhhing face-bound meddler, all leathered and roped up inescapably on a chair, the doom clock ticks onward!! She's a feisty one and does so kick and struggle, but alas, it's to no avail. The drones will be flying in less than 30 minutes and her chances of intercepting them - well-dashed. She can only hope, as she bucks and bounces, hugely muffled and held, that CONTROL can thwart these vicious crooksters! The beauty grunts and strains, most indignantly, at the sheer 'bare-facedness' of what the rotter has bound over her mouth - mask-like, damn him!! Leaving the feisty lady kick struggling away in her seat, bound hard to it and neatly silenced indeed, it's time to loose those drones and light a fuse, baby! Not necessarily in that order. Boom! Our intrepid private eye, having just solved the notorious Bumblebee Strain, in which this same sinister Outfit had plotted to unleash huge swarms upon unsuspected greengrocers along the South Coast in a bed to drive them out of business, is falling for not one line out of this creepola's trap... He lies as effortlessly as he commits major crimes, largely on behalf of his wealthy industrialist boss, Thomas 'Schincter' Davenport! The latter is believed to be in up to his gills in the ol' destructive drone battalion effort. You know? When one (or more) creates incredibly dangerous bots and flies 'em LOW, in this case razing to the ground the premises of those same rival businessmen! Clearly, these unscrupulous BASTARDS need to be stopped and this thoroughly unimpressive specimen before her is the final piece of the jigsaw leading to Davenport himself.... But she won't get that far today! When conversation spins across to the missing Professor Peacock (the brains behind the drones, so to speak) and the last person known to have defied Davenport, this lockjaw suddenly clams the fuck up, but, after he has excluded himself from the drawing room, the beauty, snooping around, notices the Professor's distinctive cane out in the grand hall. Now, hang on a minute - this is Davenport's cane - she can tell the subtle difference among the two convenient cane-users' apparatus. But before she can go deeper, she hears that familiar ol' click.... It's Nathaniel, and he isn't messing around about fucking bees anymore! Marched away, the beauty is summarily bound and gagged in a back room while Davenport is notified to return to the manse! Meanwhile, the lovely leather-cutie, straining and thrusting, wriggling away in the deserted, narrow hall, is tightly lashed and gagged with a handkerchief. She does all she can to change that situation, and in fact we see she is soon 'on the move'! Short-lived, but a pleasure to observe. Now, GRAB her ass! Gorgeous, feisty-ass Lottii's eyes widen at the cruelly tight gagging she's been subjected to. While the hot P.I. bounces and twists around- and we mean it - bound up and gagged, we catch her from a variety of wonderful angles and spend some really quality time going deep with this beautiful woman all tied up in a chair! Caught, well and truly, that rope won't budge, and her arms and legs are getting very numb. She is not getting out of this. So, here's hoping someone rescues her face-mask-gagged ass! In the meantime, the drones are set to fly and another round of chair thumping goodness can be enjoyed as Lotti reacts mightily to the news that this place may well be going down with her in it unless the day gets somehow saved! Oh, those ROTTERS!! ***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants 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***
