Yesterday, 11:15 AM
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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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.
https://damselsinperil.com/