Lola Lynn: Just four little numbers
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Just four little numbers that's all Ivan wants from Lola. Well, mostly, anyway he wants to toss her around, tie her up, and torture her a bit too, but the goal of all that is to get her to give him the code to the bank vault. He has already done a little of that, tying her hands before dragging her into his garage. He likes manhandling her and watching her stagger in her high heels and tight curvy skirt. But he does need that code from her all the same. I'm not going to give it to you! Lola is delightfully stubborn and defiant, adamant that she won't give him the code. That's okay. If she gave it to him right off the bat, it wouldn't be nearly as much fun. As it stands, he gets to tie her up more, he grabs a coil of rope and starts to wrap it around her knees, but her struggling and kicking gets it tangled. When he tried to jerk it free, Lola gives an angry ow! I'm not worried about hurting you, honey, Ivan tells her, trying to untangle the rope. Lola sees an opportunity and attempts to pull one leg out from the loop, but Ivan yanks it back into place. Although maybe it will be easier to fix the rope when it's not around her legs, it's not like she's going anywhere with her hands tied behind her back anyway. Just to be sure, though, he tosses the rope aside and grips her ankles, enveloping them with his big hands, and props her legs on his knee, pinning them with one arm while he deals with the rope. Lola tries to pull her legs free again, but Ivan has them pressed between his body and his arm. Let me go! I'm not giving you the code! Ivan laughs. Oh you'll give me whatever I want. He wraps the rope around her squirming ankles as he continues, You'll give me your first born when I'm done with you. Anything I possibly want you'll give me. You wish,†Lola mutters. That's not going to happen!†She kicks at Ivan, but only succeeds in making her skirt ride up more and hurting herself in the process. I told you, honey, I'm not worried about hurting you.†He secures the rope around her ankles, even looping it beneath her stilettos.
Piece of ! Why don't you get a job like everyone else?I have a job,†Ivan replies. Robbing banks, Lola grumbles condescendingly. Hey, it's a job. Pays good, too. And I get to meet sexy people like you. He shifts to tie her knees. I got to meet you! My lucky day, she bitches. Ivan goes on, What other job do I get to tie up hot chicks? I didn't pick your bank by accident, I picked it because of the sexy manager. He knots her knees off. You sure you don't want to tell me the code now? I told you I wont tell you! Do whatever you want. Oh really? Ivan likes that answer. Since you're not going to talk, I guess I'll shut you up.†He covers her mouth from behind and tips her head back. Look at that pretty little face. He crams a handkerchief into her mouth while she protests, and wraps purple vet bandage around her head several times, making her whimper. Want to talk? he asks again. Lola gives a muffled No! Piece of ! behind the gag. I think you will eventually, honey, Ivan tells her, pulling out a roll of black electrical tape to add on top no way she can spit the gag out now. He starts to unbutton her blouse, saying, I'll play with these a little, see if it loosens your tongue. It's certainly garnering plenty of protest and struggling. I figure you'll probably scream before I'm done, that's why the gag's so tight. Lola tries to XXXX Ivan's hands off her buttons with her chin, but he has already unbuttoned enough to slide her shirt down over her shoulders. He flicks her bra straps off too, and pulls out her full breasts they fill even Ivan's big hands. Very sexy boobs, he comments, groping them appreciatively. Tell me now? Lola glares, No! Fuck you! Even though her words are muffled by the gag, the anger and indignation is clear. Ivan pulls out another green rope and loops it around the chair leg, ignoring Lola's furious gaze. When he moves toward her with the rope, she bends at the waist, her full breasts pressing against her thighs, but Ivan still manages to get the rope around her waist. This keeps getting worse, he warns her. You can stop everything just four little numbers... He crosses the rope over her chest between those gorgeous breasts, then above and below, creating a perfect rope bra for her perfect tits. Such pretty nipples... I'd hate to have to cut those off... With that ominous threat, he starts to walk away. I'll let you think about it a little while.
Lola fidgets in the chair, squirming in the rope, considering her situation. It's not worth losing a nipple over, she decides, so when Ivan comes back and asks if she's changed her mind, she nods immediately, but he still twists her nipple harshly, making her scream. Oh really? Well damn, he was hoping it might take longer to break her. But wait, maybe she's just saying that to get out of this. I don't trust you. Let's make sure... He pinches both nipples with his strong fingers, and she shrieks, pulling her legs up in pain. You say you'll tell me, Lola nods vigorously at this, But I think you'll lie to me. Best to let her stew a little longer, just in case. I'll be back in a few minutes. Lola whines into the gag and pushes against the rope, whimpering as it cuts into her big tits. She really will tell him the right code! Ivan comes back, groping a boob on his way in. You say you'll tell me, right? He displays a shiny blade and kneels next to her. Let's have a little discussion here before we start. His arm goes around her shoulders as if for an intimate conversation, the knife caressing her thigh lightly. You have ONE chance to tell me. If you lie to me, he moves the point to her nipple, I'm going to cut this little nipple off, then the other... Lola's eyes are wide with terror. Then other little slivers all over... So it better be the truth, cause if it's not, I'm going to come back, you'll be tied in the same chair, and guess what... He tips the chair back to look her in the eye so she's knows he's serious. It'll be time to slice. Ivan pinches her nipple lightly, but Lola is focused on nodding in terrified agreement.