卡莉莎·布利斯正享受着片刻的宁静，她换上了新内衣，对着镜子欣赏着自己曼妙的曲线。她穿得完美无瑕：米色薄丝袜紧贴着双腿，外面套着一条柔软的蓝色内裤，白色的大腿袜整齐地扣在配套的吊袜带上……她对自己的样子无比满意。

然而，她完全沉浸在自己的倒影中，丝毫没有注意到一个蒙面男子悄无声息地溜进了房间。

还没等她惊呼一声，他就从背后抓住她，把她从镜子前拽了回来。卡莉莎惊恐万分，拼命挣扎，不知所措。他一把抓住她的手腕，用厚厚的胶带紧紧地缠了起来——虽然缠在前面，但根本无法挣脱。接着，他又缠住了她的脚踝，同样牢牢地封住了它们。

她的抗议还没来得及发出，就被塞了一团布到嘴唇之间，用微孔泡沫胶带牢牢地粘在了她的脸颊上。她试图呼救，却只能发出微弱无力的呜咽声。

接下来，她的处境更加糟糕。

蒙面男子向上拉起她的手腕，连带着扯下了她的裙子。只一瞬间，裙摆就被猛地从她头上扯了下来，用胶带粘在了她被绑住的手腕上。卡莉莎的上半身被层层布料包裹，完全被困住，双目失明——她闪亮的连裤袜、蓝色内裤和吊袜带一览无余。

卡莉莎感到头晕目眩，声音也变得含糊不清，她拼命挣扎，扭动着臀部，弓起背，试图挣脱束缚。但她什么也看不见。她无法说话。她无法逃脱。她只能无助地扭动着身子，穿着闪亮的内衣，美丽的曲线暴露无遗，毫无防备。

蒙面男子回来后，他不慌不忙……仔细欣赏着她的每一寸肌肤。他的手在她身上游走，揉捏她丝滑的大腿，抚过她背部的曲线——最后在她完美的臀部停留片刻。他捏住它，揉捏它，轻轻拍打，享受着她身体在他抚摸下的反应。

他心满意足地将卡莉莎扛到肩上——她双腿乱蹬，声音闷闷的，内衣闪闪发光——然后带着她走向他早已安排好的命运……Calisa Bliss is enjoying a quiet moment to herself, slipping into new lingerie and admiring every curve in the mirror. She’s layered to perfection: sheer beige pantyhose hugging her legs, a pair of soft blue panties on top, white thigh highs clipped neatly into a matching garter belt… and absolutely loving the way she looks.


But she’s so absorbed in her reflection that she never notices the masked man slipping silently into the room.


Before she can gasp, he grabs her from behind and yanks her away from the mirror. Calisa kicks and squirms, completely shocked and confused as he yanks her wrists together and wraps them tightly in thick duct tape—taped in front but utterly useless for escape. He moves to her ankles next, sealing them together just as securely.


Her protests are cut short when a wad of cloth is shoved between her lips and sealed in place with microfoam tape, molding tight against her cheeks. She tries to shout—but only soft, helpless mmphs escape.


Then things get even worse for her.


The masked man pulls her wrists upward, tugging her dress with them. In one quick motion, the skirt of her dress is yanked all the way over her head and taped to her bound wrists. Calisa’s entire upper body is now trapped and enclosed in layers of fabric, leaving her completely blind—her glistening pantyhose, blue panties, and garter belt on full display.


Disoriented and muffled, Calisa struggles wildly, twisting her hips and arching her back as she tries desperately to free herself. But she can’t see. She can’t speak. She can’t escape. All she can do is wiggle helplessly in her shiny lingerie, her beautiful curves exposed and vulnerable.


When the masked man returns, he takes his time… admiring every inch of her. His hands roam up and down her body, squeezing her silky thighs, running along the curve of her back—and lingering on her perfect booty. He grips it, jiggles it, spanks it lightly, enjoying how her body reacts under his touch.


Satisfied with his prize, he hauls Calisa up over his shoulder—her legs kicking, her voice muffled, her lingerie shimmering—and carries her away to whatever fate he has planned next…