Our gleaming, latex ladies THRASH, heavily roped up on chairs, sporting fearsome wide cleave wraps, all stuffed out and making as much racket as they are able - which is NOT much, given the outrageousness of these two face hugging tape silencers!! That is how they will stay! Mildred thinks the babes were sent packing on their merry way. In fact, they are bound and gagged nice little secrets of this demented nutcase. GO, Girls, WORK those seats, you shiny, big-boobed vixens TRYING to call for assistance, you... Mmmmmm... From Our Story: While the Mayhews from WinterBottom Rectory dine away, blissfully unaware, our big-boobed military-latex-beauties are stashed bound and gagged in a disused room! Trussed and helpless, the feisty maidens rage and slobber around super tightly buckled up ballgags. Overpowered, humiliated, and very much MISSING supper, these bothersome meddlers are in rather deep! Invited to spend the evening at renowned Chef Lionel Weigant's country retreat, while he no doubt regales them with somewhat tall tales, as is his wont, two top secret-style babes on the hunt for a psychotic Chef, arrive to a strange ol' thing indeed... No Chef Weigant... Hmmmm, but he had just spoken with the lovely Miss Monaco on the phone not half an hour ago... What could have happened to him. The ladies, having split up to search, cannot possibly know that the very lunatic they are hunting, one Sir Ian McPekingDuck (you may have heard of HIM) has brought the mountain to you know who! Having assumed the identity of Weigant - who even now must be getting mighty chilly locked in his own pantry - Sir Ian is here not only to vanquish Himself of any prying snoopers but also to rest-drive his ominous 'Star-Rated Supper' on unsuspecting guests originally invited by Weigant! Taking both completely by surprise, Sir Ian makes Short-Order of these two sexy hell-kittens/. Oh YES, he does... First, Ms Maddison, handgagged and stashed, her mouth tied with a thick red banadana, cannot save Ms Monaco from getting nabbed and done up the same way! The girls read each other with wide, concerned eyes. As well they might! They are outraged, as one might imagine, but, as they shake those mammoth titties bound and jiggle! Our depraved Chef can't believe how hot these brats are all silenced. He helps himself to their hot tits and asses as they writhe, bound up good. Hmmmmmm... They gurgle and spume around that hard rubber as he feels them up, lovingly, before leaving them to squirm while he keeps them hidden away from returning guests - such as the inimitable Mildred! Struggling urgently in the motel room, the way too hot, tied up ladies have sure had a jolly good chair tying! Thrusting around those tight pussies, our jumbo-racked latex-captives mumble away, scanning the room as if for sharp objects. They don't immediately see any and their frustrations are evident. No WAY are they going to allow this - or do they simply have no choice? Trussed up nicely, these frisky bimbos are going nowhere fast. What they ARE doing is wildly thrashing around and gagged. What does this character have planned for them?? Later, and after a LOT of hot struggling and gag talk from our heroines, the creep returns and plays with their juicy tits and firm buttocks.... The babes gag fume angrily, spitting around that red jammed-in rubber. Later, relocated (damn, those inquisitive supper guests!!) the ladies are all trussed up on Weigant's infamous Pizza-Rama bed (can't imagine why they call it that...) Deeply sexy scarf gaggings follow, and tons of hot, bedbound struggle-action! The serious cuties continue to struggle mightily, and their lovely ripe tits and assed, all lovingly encased with shiny latex, the ladies bump around like crazy, hogtied and helpless. Two feisty beret-vixens "ggghhhmmming" away, locked away out of sight and out of mind. But not ours... Now, captives, wiggle for us!! And for YOU too, you'll be having your supper delayed! Now, about those chairs, Ladies...? ***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 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***
