Cherry in: We've Detained Agent Anderson at the Wharf Command Post - She'll Talk Eventually But Right Now, She's Having Some 'Quiet Time'! (WMV)

A seriously strong bound and gagged woman making serious attempts to escape the chair to which her supremely bulked body is welded is quite the thrilling thing to oversee. as the cords stand out on her neck and she gargles with a thick sock roll blasted into her smart mouth, we savour every creak and moan of that chair while our heavyweight lady tries her level best to get free and save the day. wow, could we have trussed her up any harder than this? cherry anderson, with her hugely powerful frame, really does cut an impressive cyber secret agent, clad in her catsuit and heels. we begin with the musclebound maiden snooping around an apparently disused wharf building, following a lead on some particularly unpleasant cyber-hacking mayhem bringers who dwell here. the gang are onto her though and have vamoosed, leaving behind one of their brethren to take the beauty hostage and keep hold of her until they can induce her to give up her intel. good luck with that! none of them fancy a fight with her so ensure that several rolls of the strongest tape this mortal coil has ever known are at the ready! getting the drop on agent anderson, the fiend tapes her wrists extra tight and marches her off by the hair to bind and gag her nice and tight. hair-bundled, in full surrender mode, through the deserted wharf building, agent anderson knows she is in hot water. our beauty vents her fury as she is secured onto a chair in a secret part of the building. then she has her fat mouth slapped over with a strip of silver tape. she seethes, struggling back and forth, working her restraints, which do not in the slightest give. she finally makes it into a sitting position, where she promptly goes ballistic into that sticky gag. oh, she fights it, as hard as she can. he soon has enough of her mouthing off so pitches a roll of dirty grey sock into her mouth and immediately lower face masks the mmmmppphhhing babe while she writhes her muscular frame against him in her sexy catsuit. nice! he has bound her ankles with a zip tie and decides to now tape them up, along with the rest of her tight little bod, until she is properly packaged and squirming in complete powerlessness! that's how he likes them. and so do you. no sooner is his back once more turned than the stunning cyber agent chair-squirming around like crazy. she's gag talking just as much, intermittently desperate, intermittently raging, at the sheer containment of it all. even her sexy heeled feet are bound back with what seems like an elaborate acre of tape, welded to the chair. cherry is left gagged and bound to her chair - locked in hard - as the despicable hench leers over her captivity and leaves her to chug on thick sock! while the heavily strong woman continues to struggle with much vigour. can she break free and stop him before he leaves, or will she remain fastened, cocooned almost, extraordinarily tightly in that chair for hours more? what do you think? or, perhaps she’ll be rescued. yes, perhaps so, for somebody has spied her wildly trying to get his attention through a grimy window. hurry, please save her – you clown! ***all productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production.  thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***