Hannah Perez: This is going to happen anyway
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"Let me go!" Ivan sort of obliges Hannah by throwing her down onto the chaise, but only momentarily. He's back on top of her, pinning her wrists behind her back and wrapping rope around them. "Stop it! Why are you doing this?" Ivan ignores her words and her struggling as he ties her hands, her black skirt riding up to revewl her gartered stockings. "Who are you?" Hannah asks, trying to get some idea of why this man is tying her up, but he remains silent. He folds her legs up against her ass, grabs another green rope and starts it around her knees. Her incessant wiggling makes the rope slip to her ankles, but he pushes it back to her knees and cinches it down. "What did I do?" Hannah pleads again.
Ivan finally answers, "Nothing, really. This is going to happen anyway." Really it comes down to her being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and wearing that sexy little outfit with her gorgeous long black hair and those high heel shoes. He crosses her ankles to better show off her stockinged legs, and ties them that way.
"You're going to be sorry you did this," Hannah threatens, "People know me, okay? They're going to come looking for me."
Ivan doubts that's really the case, and even if it is, "They're not going to find you. They'll have no idea where to look." He loops the rope around her high heels while she squirms uncomfortably. Once that's knotted off, he shifts her into a sitting position, picks up a roll of tape and a blue rag, and offers her some advice, "If you want to keep your hair intact, don't struggle so much." He gathers her hair in his fist and presents her with the rag, "I'm going to put thisin your mouth, and wrap this," he holds up the tape, "around your head." The rage gets crammed into her mouth as she whimpers wide-eyed, then the tape goes around her head again and again, until the only noises she can make are pitiful whines.
"You look scared. Are you scared?" Hannah whimpers an affirmative. He picks her up with ease and puts her on her stomach on the chaise. "I don't know why you're so scared - have I hurt you yet?" The 'yet' simply scares Hannah more, especially as he goes for another rope, one giant hand pressing her heels to her ass. The rope secures her ankles to her wrists, so she can only flex her thighs and calves. That should keep her immobile for a while.
"You're a cutie, might have fun with you a little later." Ivan pulls her shirt off her shoulders, revealing a pretty black bra, which gets shoved down beneath her tits. "I'll be back - enjoy yourself." Hannah, far from enjoying herself, struggles against the rope, rolling from side to side in the limited space on the chaise. She makes no progress with the rope, gets frustrated and thrashes for a moment before Ivan comes back. "You enjoying your sexy little self?" He picks her up and turns her around on the chaise, then walks off again, leaving Hannah wiggling her feet and struggling. From her new position, she slides off the chaise onto her knees with a hoarse scream. Ivan returns to discover her on the floor. "Where are you going, honey? Go with me." He lifts her effortlessly off the floor to his shoulder. "Time to go."