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DiP_1007 - Service Interrupted: The Handsey Bandit™'s House Call
Nurse English stood in her utility room, the picture of frustration. Dressed in her crisp white uniform with blue trim, she was pacing the grey tiles, phone pressed to her ear. The washing machine had given up the ghost, and the customer service line was testing her patience. She was so engrossed in the conversation, complaining about parts and labor, that she didn't hear the door click open behind her. She didn't sense the shadow of the Handsey Bandit™ looming until it was too late.
As she turned, perhaps to check the broken appliance, the Bandit struck. He didn't offer to fix the machine; he offered oblivion. A white cloth, soaked heavy with the sweet, stinging scent of chloroform, was clamped brutally over her nose and mouth. The phone clattered to the floor, the voice on the other end still droning on, as Nurse English clawed weakly at the Bandit's arm. But the chemical fog was instant. Her knees buckled, and she slumped back into his grip, her domestic troubles fading into a deep, dark silence.
With the nurse unconscious on the floor, the Bandit began his signature work. He stripped the uniform from her limp body, peeling away the dress to reveal her in nothing but delicate white lace panties. True to his name, he took his time with the "examination," his hands roaming freely over her exposed breasts and curves, claiming the woman he had just rendered helpless.
Satisfied with his tactile inspection, he turned to the restraints. He produced a coil of white rope, matching her lingerie perfectly. He rolled her onto her stomach, wrenching her arms behind her back and binding her wrists tight. He moved to her ankles, lashing them together. But the job wasn't done until she was immobile. He hauled on the ropes, pulling her bound ankles up to her wrists, locking her in a severe, back-arching hogtie. Finally, a white cloth gag was tied securely around her mouth. The Handsey Bandit™ stood back, leaving Nurse English stripped, fondled, and trussed up on her kitchen floor—the washing machine was still broken, but now, the lady of the house was in no position to fix it.
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Nurse English stood in her utility room, the picture of frustration. Dressed in her crisp white uniform with blue trim, she was pacing the grey tiles, phone pressed to her ear. The washing machine had given up the ghost, and the customer service line was testing her patience. She was so engrossed in the conversation, complaining about parts and labor, that she didn't hear the door click open behind her. She didn't sense the shadow of the Handsey Bandit™ looming until it was too late.
As she turned, perhaps to check the broken appliance, the Bandit struck. He didn't offer to fix the machine; he offered oblivion. A white cloth, soaked heavy with the sweet, stinging scent of chloroform, was clamped brutally over her nose and mouth. The phone clattered to the floor, the voice on the other end still droning on, as Nurse English clawed weakly at the Bandit's arm. But the chemical fog was instant. Her knees buckled, and she slumped back into his grip, her domestic troubles fading into a deep, dark silence.
With the nurse unconscious on the floor, the Bandit began his signature work. He stripped the uniform from her limp body, peeling away the dress to reveal her in nothing but delicate white lace panties. True to his name, he took his time with the "examination," his hands roaming freely over her exposed breasts and curves, claiming the woman he had just rendered helpless.
Satisfied with his tactile inspection, he turned to the restraints. He produced a coil of white rope, matching her lingerie perfectly. He rolled her onto her stomach, wrenching her arms behind her back and binding her wrists tight. He moved to her ankles, lashing them together. But the job wasn't done until she was immobile. He hauled on the ropes, pulling her bound ankles up to her wrists, locking her in a severe, back-arching hogtie. Finally, a white cloth gag was tied securely around her mouth. The Handsey Bandit™ stood back, leaving Nurse English stripped, fondled, and trussed up on her kitchen floor—the washing machine was still broken, but now, the lady of the house was in no position to fix it.
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