DiP_105 - The Perfect Getaway - 4K UHD Upscaled

The net was tightening. Outside, the wail of police sirens and the rhythmic thrum of a helicopter overhead signaled that Charlie Monaco was trapped. She was cornered in the house, with no way out—until WPC Kiki Devine stepped through the door. Kiki, responding to the break-in report, moved cautiously into the living room, her attention focused on the shadows, completely unaware that she was the solution to Charlie's problem. Charlie didn't see a cop; she saw a costume.

Moving with the silent desperation of a trapped animal, Charlie struck from behind. She wrapped an arm around Kiki’s throat and clamped a cloth doused in chloroform over her face. The officer's struggle was frantic, her boots scuffing the rug as she fought for air, but the chemical haze was too strong. Her resistance faded, and she slumped into Charlie's arms, a dead weight.

Charlie wasted no time. The sirens were getting louder. She stripped the unconscious Kiki with ruthless speed, peeling away the high-visibility jacket, the utility belt, the crisp white shirt, and the black trousers. Kiki was left exposed and vulnerable in her grey underwear, her authority lying in a pile on the floor. But Charlie had to ensure she wouldn't be followed. She dragged the limp officer to a heavy wooden dining chair.

Working quickly, she pulled Kiki's arms behind the back of the chair and bound her wrists tight. She lashed her ankles to the chair legs, immobilizing her completely. To ensure Kiki couldn't scream for help when she woke, Charlie forced a large red ball gag between her teeth and buckled the strap tight behind her head.

Then came the final act. Charlie donned the stolen uniform, buttoning the shirt, straightening the tie, and putting on the hat. She checked her reflection in the mirror: she was no longer a fugitive; she was the law. With a final smirk at the bound, gagged, and stripped officer in the chair, Charlie walked out the front door, nodding to the arriving units as she slipped away into the night, leaving the real WPC to face the music in her place.









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DiP_1013 - The Bandit's Newest Prize: Morgan M - VIDEO

In the stark, white room that was her sanctuary, Morgan M stood, a splash of soft pink satin against the sterile backdrop. She was lost in her own world, a perfect picture of serene vulnerability. She never heard the silent approach of the predator who had marked her as his next prize. The infamous Handsey Bandit™ had returned, and his methods were as brutally efficient as ever. He struck from behind, a powerful arm wrapping around her, a heavy hand clamping a cloth drenched in chloroform over her mouth and nose. Her world exploded in a brief, panicked blur of muffled terror before the chemical tide pulled her under, and she collapsed, a limp, unconscious doll on the cold tile floor.

With his beautiful target now utterly helpless, the Bandit's methodical work began. This was not a crime of passion, but the calm, deliberate act of a collector. He knelt and, with an almost reverent care, peeled the pink satin nightgown from her pliant body, casting it aside to leave the lovely Morgan exposed and vulnerable in nothing but a tiny red thong. With the canvas prepared, he produced his chosen medium: a length of thick, white rope.

With the calm focus of a master craftsman, he pulled her arms tightly behind her back, expertly winding the rope around her wrists until they were hopelessly bound. He then moved to her ankles, securing them just as thoroughly. To ensure his prize would be silent upon her inevitable, miserable awakening, he forced a white cloth into her mouth and secured it with a tight wrap of tape. The final, masterful touch was the hogtie. He pulled the rope from her ankles up to her wrists, cinching it tight and arching her back into a perfect, inescapable bow of utter helplessness. The Handsey Bandit™ stood for a moment, admiring his handiwork. Morgan M was no longer a person. She was a trophy, a perfect, naked, and exquisitely bound addition to his ever-growing collection.









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DiP_104 - A Rude Awakening in Black - 4K UHD Upscaled

Charley Atwell drifts back to consciousness, expecting the comfort of her bed. Instead, she is greeted by the cold, squeaky embrace of a leather sofa and a terrifying inability to move or speak. Her mind races, trying to piece together the lost hours, but her body screams the reality of her situation. She is dressed immaculately in a sleek black dress and high heels, but her elegance has been turned into a prison.

As she tries to cry out, she finds her mouth filled with a large, bright red ball gag, the leather strap buckled tight behind her head, turning her screams into muffled, desperate whimpers. Panic sets in as she tries to shift. She feels the rough bite of thick rope around her wrists, binding them firmly behind her back. But the restraint doesn't end there. Her ankles are lashed together, and a connecting rope pulls them up towards her hands, forcing her into a stressful, arching hogtie.

She writhes on the black leather cushions, her heels scraping uselessly against the upholstery, her body bowing in a futile attempt to find slack in the ropes. But the knots hold fast. Charley is left to struggle in solitary silence, a beautiful, bound, and gagged captive in her own living room, waiting for a captor who has already won.









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Peyton receives a phone call from Lora
Lora says she will chloroform Peyton again
Later Lora sneaks up behind Peyton and chloroforms her
Later, after Peyton has been chloroform she wakes up
Lora sneaks up behind Peyton again and chloroforms her
Lora pulls our Peytons breasts and fondles them
Later Lora gasses Peyton and tongue kisses her
When Peyton wakes up she is able to get Lora and chloroform her
Lora was just pretending and chloroforms Peyton back to sleep

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An Unauthorized Withdrawal

It was supposed to be a simple favor. Jess West, dressed in blue and eager for a night out, sat across from Alice Maze in the quiet room. She needed cash, and she expected Alice to provide it. But Alice, in her green top and floral skirt, stood her ground. She refused the loan. The atmosphere shifted instantly from friendly to predatory. Jess wasn't going to let a little thing like a refusal stop her evening plans.

Jess moved with sudden, violent intent. She rounded the table and seized Alice, overpowering her before she could even clutch her wallet. Alice was forced to the grey tiled floor, her protests silenced as she was subdued into unconsciousness. With the obstacle neutralized, Jess began to extract her payment. She stripped Alice with ruthless efficiency, peeling away the floral skirt, pulling off the green top, and finally removing the yellow lace panties. Alice was left completely naked, a vulnerable statue of flesh on the cold tiles.

But Jess needed to ensure her "bank" wouldn't come chasing after her. She produced a roll of thick black tape. She wrenched Alice's arms behind her back, taping her wrists tightly together. She moved to the ankles, binding them with the same dark adhesive. To make the immobilization complete, she connected the ankles to the wrists with a tight strap, pulling Alice into a severe, back-arching hogtie. Finally, a white cloth gag was tied firmly around Alice’s head, sealing her mouth. Jess stood up, retrieved the money from Alice's belongings—technically "borrowing" it, indefinitely—and walked out, leaving Alice naked, bound, and silenced, the price of her stinginess paid in full.






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The Handsey Bandit™ Claims Essie

Essie never stood a chance. The sanctuary of her living room was breached by the notorious Handsey Bandit™, a predator who strikes with overwhelming force. She lies unconscious on the wood-effect floor, her world gone dark, completely at the mercy of the bald, imposing figure looming over her. The Bandit wastes no time with pleasantries; his mission is total subjugation. He begins by systematically dismantling her identity, stripping away her brown midi skirt and tight white crop top. He tosses the garments aside with casual indifference, leaving Essie exposed and vulnerable in nothing but her black lace panties.

With the canvas bared, the Bandit produces his signature tool: a roll of heavy-duty black tape. He works with the cold precision of a machine. First, he wrenches Essie's arms behind her back, wrapping the tape tight around her wrists, sealing them together. He moves to her legs, binding her ankles with the same unforgiving black bands. But simple restraint is not enough for the Handsey Bandit™. He grabs the strap connecting her ankles and pulls it brutally upward, connecting it to her bound wrists. Essie's body is forced into a severe arch, a helpless bow of flesh and tension.

The final touch is the silence. He takes a white cloth, places it over her mouth, and secures it tightly with white tape, stifling any scream she might have left. The Handsey Bandit™ steps back to survey his work: Essie, once a free woman, is now a naked, hogtied, and gagged bundle on her own floor, a perfect, helpless trophy for his collection.









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DiP_101 - A Domestic Disturbance - 4K UHD Upscaled

WPC Abigail Toyne stepped into the kitchen, expecting a routine inquiry. She was prepared for anything, or so she thought. She certainly wasn't prepared for Karen Wood. The attack came from the shadows of the domestic setting. As the officer turned, Karen lunged, a cloth heavy with the sickly-sweet scent of chloroform pressed brutally over Abigail's mouth and nose. The WPC's training kicked in too late; her struggles were frantic but futile against the chemical tide, and she slumped to the linoleum floor, her authority extinguished.

With the officer unconscious, Karen went to work with frightening efficiency. She needed the identity, and she took it, layer by layer. She stripped the limp officer of her heavy jumper, unbuttoned the crisp white shirt, and removed the regulation tie and skirt. WPC Toyne was left shivering and exposed in her black lace lingerie, her badge and power lying in a pile next to her.

But Karen wasn't finished. She dragged the half-naked officer over to the dishwasher. Taking Abigail's own handcuffs, she snapped one cuff around the officer's wrist and the other securely around the handle of the appliance, tethering the law to the kitchen infrastructure.

Then, the transformation began. Karen donned the stolen uniform, buttoning the shirt, pulling on the skirt, and adjusting the tie. She pulled the police jumper over her head and stood up, smoothing down the fabric. She was no longer Karen Wood; she was the law. With a final glance at the real WPC, trapped and stripped on the kitchen floor, the new officer turned and walked out, ready to patrol the streets in a stolen skin.









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Lora meets Misty in the garden
Lora thinks Misty is very sexy
Misty is not interested
Lora gives Misty some gas to relax her
Lora tongue kisses Misty
Lora takes Misty back to her house
Lora gives Misty a different gas
This gas makes her feel silly
Lora tongue kisses Misty more
Later Misty is able to get Lora
But Lora falls on Misty, trapping her
Misty ends up kissing Lora
Lora is able to surprise Misty with some chloroform
Later, Lora ties up Misty

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Sarah Wild: Tamed and Trussed

Sarah Wild stood by the window, a vision of summer in her blue floral dress, unaware that winter was coming in the form of the Handsey Bandit™. He didn't lurk in the shadows for long. With a sudden, overwhelming force, he grabbed her from behind, his arm a bar of iron across her chest while his other hand clamped a cloth tight over her face. Sarah's struggle was frantic, her body arching in his grip, but the chemical sweetness on the rag did its work swiftly, dragging her down into a dark, silent oblivion.

She woke—or perhaps she dreamed—as her body was being systematically exposed. The Bandit stripped the floral dress from her limp form, discarding it like a wrapper to reveal the prize beneath: Sarah in sheer white panties and black stockings. With his victim bared, he produced a length of stark white rope. He worked with practiced speed, wrenching her arms behind her back and binding her wrists tight. Next, he moved to her legs, lashing her ankles together.

But simple restraint was not enough. He pulled her bound ankles up toward her wrists, straining her back into a helpless arch, and knotted the ropes together in a tight, inescapable hogtie. To complete the package, he forced a white cloth gag into her mouth and tied it securely behind her head. The Handsey Bandit™ stepped back to admire his work: Sarah Wild, once free and vibrant, now a silent, stripped, and perfectly packaged bundle of white rope and helpless flesh, left on the floor for his amusement.






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DiP_099 - The Unscheduled Shift Change - 4K UHD

Sapphire Blue had a problem: she needed access to the hospital, and she needed a disguise. Her solution was standing right in front of her. Her best friend, a nurse, welcomed her into her home with open arms, completely unaware that she was just a means to an end. The pleasantries were cut short when Sapphire made her move. Approaching from behind, she clamped a cloth soaked in chloroform firmly over her friend's mouth and nose. The nurse's struggles were frantic but brief, her trust shattering along with her consciousness as she slumped to the living room rug.

With the nurse neutralized, Sapphire wasted no time. She needed the uniform, and she needed it pristine. She stripped the unconscious woman of her blue dress, peeling it away to reveal the white satin lingerie beneath. The friend was now just a mannequin. Sapphire then produced a length of thin, strong rope. She bound the nurse's wrists tightly behind her back, then moved to her ankles, lashing them together. To ensure there would be no escape, she pulled the bound ankles up towards the wrists, locking her friend in a severe, arched hogtie that left her completely immobilized.

Now came the metamorphosis. Sapphire stripped off her own office attire—the black skirt and white blouse discarded on the floor—and began to dress in the stolen uniform. The blue dress fit perfectly. She looked in the mirror and saw a nurse staring back. For the final touch, she tied a black cloth gag around her friend's head, silencing any potential cries for help. Sapphire smoothed down her new uniform, picked up her bag, and walked out the door, leaving her best friend bound, gagged, and hogtied on the floor, while she headed off to work a shift that wasn't hers.









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