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Roxi & Penny in: A Look Around the Old FirePit Place Became a Terrifying Baptism of Secret Captivity!

The ladies have elected to have a nose around at a recently abandoned house in the countryside, known as FirePit Hall. The recently-former occupants are said to have fled in terror, having heard more than a few bumps in the night. Beautiful Roxi and Penny consider themselves amateur GhostCatchers (or parapsychologists, to simplify matters) and delight in the possibility that this ‘scene’ is still fresh. Having read about it in the local FuckWit Gazette, it seems like prime fodder for a tantalising adventure!

In their tightest blue jeans and sneakers, not to mention boobie-hugging vest tops, the girls are all set to see what spooks they can flush out up there. It’s been a long journey in Penny’s battered old VW Bug but they have just made it, and are very surprised to see some lights on inside. While Penny marches off up a country lane to see if their mobile blowers will pick up a reception, Roxi enters the old house, without knocking. How rude! She’s been looking through the kitchen when she becomes aware that Penny hasn’t joined her yet… Slinking through the main hall, she fails to notice a figure looming in a nearby doorway - a clowned up to the max psycho’s figure, to be exact. He grabs the busty blonde tightly and holds her against him, handgagged into muffled silence as she bucks and twists about. Then he drags her the fuck off, chops her down and hides her in that same kitchen while he lies in wait for Young Penny. And what’s the betting he rinses and repeats?

Meanwhile, the girls are tightly bound and gagged in the parlour! They must not be allowed to let on that this place is being used by a desperate nutjob who is just pretending to be a ghost. After frightening off the last set of dumbbells (he can’t believe they fell for a few rattling chains in the basement - and neither can we…) he wants this house all to himself over the next couple of days. He is a smuggler and wants to do some, well, smuggling, using the rambling manse to store his stuff. So he punishes these two with thick wads of cloth to their mouths and a severe clear tape facial wrapping apiece. The grunts and strains are amazing as he ties their legs and elbows up and leaves them for a moment to check the coast is clear outside. If there are others, he may face more trouble!

The girls, writhing around madly on the sofa, elect to hop on out of there, and that is a most treasured sight, as they negotiate in uncertain (to be fair, they are tied up extremely tightly) bunny hops, the hall, they almost get the front door open with their noses! Oh there shall be repercussions for this! The crook catches them and as they wriggle and protest into their huge overpowering gags, he whisks them away one by one over his shoulder, where he dumps them on a bed in a back room and fetches more rope.

Having ripped off their sneakers, he hogbinds the sexily barefoot (great shaped feet these too – magical) very roughly indeed where they lay. The gagged girls squeal and thrust around, angered and desperate in perfect balance. Especially when their big toes are twined together. Fondled and spanked, the secret captives are left to struggle, quite remarkably, while this badass heads off for some promised silver tape… What does he intend to do with THAT?? Well, it ain’t to fix a cracked pipe!

Round and round he winds that fierce, ultra-sticky tape, straight over the top of the already brutally gagged up maidens’’ lower faces. They mmmmmmpppphhh and gggggmmmppphhhh deeply and very warmly. They cannot utter a single word, and they genuinely, repeatedly try. Feeling the triple gagged hotties up some more, the crook decides to leave them here overnight, then drive off with them to an old shack he has also commandeered a few miles away. He’ll hide them there for the next 24 hrs while he finishes his operations. After that… who knows. But forget that now, because there is a simply dynamite sequence coming up for the two heavily bound and gagged hog vics. And they can barely cope with their many, many times wrapped, stuffed up, face breakers Let’s settle down and watch how this thing pays out. There shall be much, frenzied, enraged struggling to come.