Annabelle Genovisi: Bondage Ordeal
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Tonight was supposed to be a special night - Annabelle was all dressed up for it, in her wine-colored velvet dress overlaid with lace, her Cuban stockings, and high heels. It was just getting toward the time she wanted to make her appearance - fashionably late - when she thought she heard something in the garage. She had just decided it must have been her imagination and was getting ready to head back inside when a big man steps out of nowhere and grabs her by the throat, shoving her into a stool and gripping her small wrists with one meaty . He fishes out some rope and starts wrapping it around her wrists while she protests, "Stop! What are you doing?!" He ignores her completely and tightens the rope, eliciting an "Ow!" from poor Annabelle. "Does that hurt?" he asks in mock sympathy. "It'll hurt more before I get done with you." Bewildered, she ask again, "What are you doing?" "I thought that was obvious - keeping you out of the way for a while." Annabelle's eyes grow wide with fear, and she's practically XXXX while he moves around her and looms over her, tying another rope around the beam on the wall. He grabs her bound hands and hauls them high above her head, tying them off to the beam. Annabelle kicks and squirms, but it doesn't seem to faze Ivan at all. It just draws his attention to her sexy stockinged legs, which are practically begging for rope.
"Having fun yet?" Clearly she isn't, but Ivan is, crossing her shapely legs even as she tries to wriggle free of his grasp. Leaving one leg free, he starts tying a cuff around the other ankle. Annabelle sees an opportunity, since he's right there in front of her, and places her foot against his leg, getting ready to push. "Don't you kick me, woman." His tone makes her reconsider her action - perhaps it's best not to poke the bear, so instead she begs, "Let me go!" Once again he pays no attention to her pleas, tying her knees to one side of the chair. She tries to kick again, but her movement is getting more and more limited - now he's tying the cuffed ankle off to the other side of the chair from her knees, holding her legs crossed. One more rope makes it so she can only strain against her restraints, flexing her legs, but the rope is so tight she cries out in pain. He can't have her yelling like that, so he pulls out a ball gag. Annabelle shouts "no!" and immediately shuts her mouth, refusing to cooperate. Ivan yanks her hair back, making her yelp, and shoves the gag between her teeth, buckling it tight. It doesn't quiet her much, but she seems a little more defeated now, not struggling quite as hard. Now Ivan can stand back and properly appreciate his hot little captive. He fondles her a little, gives her legs a squeeze and a pat, then tells her he'll be back in a while to let her go.
Annabelle whimpers through the gag and thrashes in her confinement, banging the chair against the studs in the wall as her desperation reaches a peak. Ivan hears that all the way in the house, so comes back out to shush her. It only provokes her to make more noise, yelling through the gag and wiggling in the chair. Ivan clamps a hand over her mouth. "Be quiet, or I'm going to have to hurt you." She whimpers softly as he caresses her leg. "About time to let you go?" Annabelle only stares at him, not even daring to hope. "Is it? I might let you go." He unties her hands from above her head, and she jerks away, cowering in her seat. "Calm down, honey." He looks over her bondage. "I think you can get the rest on your own." He starts to walk away. "Bye honey." Annabelle watches his retreat intently, making sure he really is gone before pulling the gag out of her mouth, leaving it hanging around her neck like a prize from her ordeal. She examines the rope, feeling around, but hardly knows where to start.