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Chantelle in: A Most Necessary Trussing: Private Eye Gemini Anderson & The Case of the Concrete Crew: All Stuffed Up With Her Own Cleave Gag! (HD)


A rendezvous planned with her informant, a Mr Stacks Newcombe, does not go as planned. He had agreed to meet her at a construction site near a landfill off of Acacia Avenue, North End. A dubious looking crew of fluorescent-clad work dudes had been eyeing her on her way up to the house. They’ve fallen ominously silent at her arrival, and she slips out of sight around the back of the house. When she hears the work resume – a deafening rumble - she nods her head, satisfied. They are ‘Men at work’ once more, and she has a case to solve!

That contact, Newcombe, has tipped off the sultry private investigator, in her hot black tights, buckled flats, cranberry min skirt and tight black turtle neck, to a gang of counterfeiters masquerading as a construction crew. The idea is to create a distraction while vast quantities of fake money’s transferred back and forth from the house next door to this one!

Miss Anderson has arrived with her camera – and oh won’t this very device be used against HER later – to snap some shots of activity next door. With the distant rumble of work being carried out now absented of her attention, she sneaks through the quiet, still house, wondering where Stacks is. The thought of this possibly being a set up couldn’t be farther from her – mmmmbbblllmmmmmffffttttt!!!! - a masked Stacks Himself is upon her, hand clamped firmly over her mouth!

While he wrestles with the stunned Gemini, he enjoys very much her close proximity, scenting her perfume, enjoying her thick mane pressed against his chin whole she bumps back and forth into him during the struggle! With the crew out there in the street the perfect distraction, he sets about roping the girl good and tight. Tiring of her mouth, he rapidly plugs it with a torn strip of sheeting and then fiendishly tightly cleave gags her with another. Chantelle wriggles passionately, humiliated at her capture, and squirms beneath him while he pins her tight ass with his knee and carries on tying her legs up!

The bound and gagged lady P.I. is then hauled, ankles first, through to an adjoining room and tied up some more. The creep even gets her boobs out and kneads them for pleasure. Miss Gemini Anderson glares at him, babbling through her thick gag. Then he is gone and the struggle is ON! Manoeuvring her way into a corner, the helpless P.I. gag talks animatedly, scanning the room with big chocolate eyes. In frustration, she is soon rolling round all over the place, flashing us glimpse after glimpse up her cute little skirt. The she hears footfalls. It’s the traitor, Stacks. He’s back!

The orders are to wrap the bitch up like a present and to move her out after dark. Chantelle angrily protests and the creep removes her tight gag, encouraging her to spit out the cloth packing. She thinks she’s home free, gag-wise – that is until he rolls up her big cleave gag right before her shocked peepers and plunges this straight into her mouth!! She gags on it immediately as he hauls her up and binds her face and head just as severely as you could ever demand with silver tape. Then he assiduously restrains the meddlers’ body, covering her tight ropes, up and down!

With the stunning, pantyhosed babe completely packaged, rope and tape bound, hugely stuffed and wrap gagged into the middle of next week with silver tape, he fondles the captive some more, takes photos while she gggrrrmmmmms defiantly at him, and emails these to his criminal boss – Mr LightHeart. Then he walks off, out into the dusty, noisy street. He confers with the men. Keep going. The girl is under control, and tonight, they’ll get rid of her! Meanwhile, inside, a very desperate Chantelle struggles intensely. Every now and again, she pauses, the silence is deafening and it and she can make out a distant rumble – it has to be the Concrete Crew – creating a distraction!

Chantelle writhes bound and gagged, quite outraged, on the parlour floor. One final, demeaning touch is a tape hogtie, which welds her brutally bound legs to her wrists. She bucks and writhes it in its wicked grip – going nowhere fast! As Miss’s Anderson (what a character), gags quite literally on her gag, face bound drum tight with tape, she just hopes her partner, Betty, will come on the lookout for her. She doesn’t much fancy the prospect of being whisked away by these madmen – after dark! Better keep struggling then, Beauty. Sounds great to us!