Illustrious Rogue stands the basement, bound and hooded, awaiting her captor's next move. The defeated and weary paid companion fights to maintain her balance, groaning gently as every movement saws the rock-hard knot of her brutally tight crotchrope back and forth over the head of her clitoris. Ten minutes of her own soaked-in spit glistens in the light and tussled hair pokes out from under panties tightly drawn against her face. Her eyes are hidden by a slick wetness, her mouth is known only by the puffing in and out by her labored breathing and her nose juts firmly into a place that formerly covered another victim's ass crack. Her struggles are gone, replaced by feeble, "yes Sir" replies and immediate compliance to any demand. She is soon encased in nylon, her top discarded, and allowing him to methodically wrap her snugly in blue tape. He secures her wrists behind her back, but helplessness is a mere formality at this point as she is exhausted, aching and frightened. She remains still knowing that the knot in her cleft has brought her dangerously close and even the slightest movement, despite her resolve, could send her exploding into orgasm. Layer after layer of tightly drawn tape grows slowly into a complete cocoon spanning from her ankles all the way above her breasts, but he continues to add more. The sound of tape pulling off the roll, stretching across her form and snapping apart repeats again and again until her shoulders are covered, her arms are tightly sealed behind her back and even her hands and fingers are smashed into a blue wad. She is housed and held in a clamp of nylon and vinyl, an ordeal made evident by the strain on her face. He tells her not to worry, he grabbed some small ones, but as he slowly packed them into her mouth she realizes they are huge. With purpose he crams them into her cheeks, bit by bit he stuffs and packs and pokes them tighter and tighter into her widening mouth until every inch of those extra-large panties are behind her teeth. She can do nothing as he tightly winds clear tape around her head, pushing them even deeper into her mouth until her lower face is squeezed in a smooth and shining vice of near silence. He tests the rigidity of her gag with a few taps and its effectiveness by having her insult herself through the wad, and she groans again as he slides the stocking her head. The tape comes out a final time as he wraps her face, head and neck over and again until she wears a crushing improvised Sweet Gwen hood. She sits motionless with sliver shoes worn to look good behind her ears instead poking out of a savagely taped blue sausage. He moves her to the ground and after a few hard whacks on the ass leaves her to her modest struggles, but there is not hope of escape. She can do little more than try to alleviate her discomfort but even then needs his help when she rolls on her stomach and increases her duress. He lifts her up after a couple minutes and ties her against a pole before cutting away the covering over her nipples and then cutting a hole at her crotch. He jams the head of a vibrator into the opening and up hard against the knot of her crotch ropes before turning the beast onto its highest setting. She shrieks as the head of the hitachi comes to life, transferring stimulation through the knot and directly onto her sensitized clit. He leaves her to endure the tightness of her mummification and the unrelenting buzzing against her sensitive area. She can't move, resigned to trying to stay upright and unsuccessfully fight over the orgasms that lightly build and eventually noticeably change her moaning into her gag. Finally after seven minutes her knees start to buckle, and he returns to cut away the tape over her lower face to remove her gag. Seems he forgot to turn off the vibrator though. Poor gal!
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