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Beating his back and screaming bloody murder, Whitney is carried in over Ivan's shoulder, then dropped against the wall so he can properly restrain her.
"Let me go!"
"I don't think so." He winds a rope around her wrists.
"You're going to regret this!"

"I already do - but you know something, I think you're going to regret this more than I am"
"No, please, please, I have money, I'll pay you!"
"Really?"
"Whatever it takes!"
"Two hundred million dollars." He ties a knot at her wrists.
Whitney hesitates, then blurts out, "I'll have it wired from my Swiss bank account! Anything, just let me go!"
Ivan laughs at that.  What a liar! He wonders if she even knows where Switzerland is. He plants a big hand in the middle of her back and presses her tits into the wall while he grabs another rope.  "Are you enjoying that wall? It's enjoying you."
"What are you going to do to me?"
Ivan pulls her off the wall and starts to wrap the rope around her torso. "Well that depends on you, doesn't it?"
Her eyes go wide. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"If you piss me off I'm going to hurt you." That's simple enough, isn't it?
Whitney, terrified, begs, "Please mister, I don't want to piss you off!"
"Then don't!" Ivan recommends.
"I'll do whatever -"
"Whatever I want? You told me you'd pay me whatever I want, I asked for 100 million dollars, and you couldn't pay."
Before thinking about what she's saying, Whitney asks, "Didn't you ask for two?" She realizes as soon as the words are out of her mouth that she shouldn't have said anything, but now Ivan has pegged her as a smart-ass.
"I don't think that's a good way to keep on my good side," he laughs. Whitney tries to excuse it away as her attempt at a joke, to lighten the mood, maybe get on his good side,  right? She's really grasping at straws here. "Are you making fun of me?" Ivan's tone has turned chilly.  "That's not a good idea."
"No, why would I want to make fun of someone who's tying me so tight?!" She whimpers, trying to pull away. "Owie owie!"
Ivan feeds the rope through a knot, and Whitney asks, "Don't you think that's enough?" But he's not nearly done.  He jerks her back toward him, drapes the rope over her shoulder and loops it back up over her other shoulder.
"I don't want you going anywhere, honey."
"I won't go anywhere, I promise, just maybe untie me a little, loosen it just a little bit, I promise I won't go anywhere!" She babbles on. "I understand, you don't want me to piss you off right? Yeah? Right? So..." as he makes a cinch in the rope, "you think that's enough, right there, right?" He pulls it tight and she gasps.
"You quit whining so much I might not have to tie it so tight, how about that?" Whitney swallows audibly, then whispers acquiescence.  Her eyes find the pile of rope on the floor, and she immediately opens her mouth again.
"You're not going to use ALL that rope, are you?"
Ivan shrugs. "Depends." When she asks, he answers, "On how I feel."
Whitney dares to ask, "How do you feel right now? You feel like that's enough, right?" She nods hopefully.


"You really want to know how I feel?" Whitney nods again, and he starts fishing in his pocket. "I feel..." He produces a white cloth, "like shutting your ass up."  It gets crammed into her mouth despite her resistance, and his palm covers it while he pulls out tape to keep it in place. "I'm liking you better already!"  Several wraps around her head assure she won't spit the cloth out. Finally, nice and quiet.  He makes her get down on her knees, then lie down on the floor so he can tie her ankles. She doesn't sound too happy at this and squirms a bit in protest, but at least now she can't bitch about it quite so much.  Another rope around her knees has her moaning and crying from behind the gag, but it does show off her shapely legs, and when he pushes her skirt up, it reveals the garters that hold her Cuban stockings up. Very sexy!  She pulls her legs in and looks like she's about to kick Ivan, so he warns her against it, adding another rope just in case. "That won't be fun for you. You'll upset me a lot if you do that." He laces the other end of the rope behind her wrists and pulls it taut, her heels nearly in her hands against her pert ass. Whitney winces and whimpers, then wiggles angrily.


"Okay, honey, you stay here and be quiet," he rubs her calf with a big hand, "and I'll be back later to get you."  He rolls her onto her side, then pulls her shirt and bra strap off her shoulder, pulling one tit out for a little humiliation.  Before he's even gone, Whitney struggles against the rope, wriggling and tugging on her bounds. She rocks herself onto her side, hoping she can reach a knot or slide out of some part of the rope, but after a few attempts at loosening, she whines piteously at her defeat.  Ivan comes back and paws her some more, then tells her he's going to take her in the other room to have more fun with her.  This is almost more than she can bear, and she squeals when Ivan lifts her from the floor back over his shoulder, and carries her off into the other room whether she likes it or not.