Chantelle in: "What Took You So Long to Find Me?? They Knew I Was onto Them, Jumped Me & Wrapped Me Up Like a Present!" (Special Bonus Cut) (HD)

Those dastardly crooks sure have captured a live one here. a gorgeous, catsuit-clad, feisty maiden who will kick and squirm and writhe and twist and even dare to move from the position she’s been dumped in a back room in! there’s only one thing for it – more tape. lots more tape. that’ll hold you, you wriggling little snoop. by the time they find you, those cowardly smugglers will be looooong gone. have fun ‘til you’re eventually discovered… (producer’s note:) re-mastered, re-released – with another powerful ultra-gag segment from chantelle’s chill winter’s experience to cool off with. enjoy! she was the agency’s finest operative, sleek and beautiful, with glossy chestnut main, ample rack and perfect body, she is also so much more than these things (really, she is) and so as she twines her way through an old cottage being used by norman ‘st john’ shotputter, the leader of a gang of ferla smugglers currently into precious stones, she is exercising caution. and she might just get to solve her case today, were it not for the preternatural ability of mr shotputter to sneak up on his targets and take them out without a stir. having heard a noise from down below, the agile beauty slinks downstairs, not hearing (for there is no sound detectable) of a cupboard door opening, and a hood-masked nutter creeping up on her. before she knows it, he has her. cold steel up against her spine. hands in the air, she shows him she isn’t going to try anything cute, and he grabs a reel of silver tape and swinging her arms behind her, binds them thoroughly. chantelle gives him some chatter so he clamps his hand over her mouth, warning her not to fuck with him, before making the catsuited girl up the stairs and shoving her into a back room. in here, he plans to truss and gag chantelle while he and the rest of the smugglers, already halfway through preparing their latest consignment, finish up and then escape. she needs to be rendered ‘ineffective’ up here, so as he tapes her ankles, leaving a big pair of auntie’s bloomers stretched over her head and face to humiliate her, knowing that these will soon end up rammed into her mouth. chantelle struggles angrily as he returns and does just that. she mmmmppphhhs hotly while he pulls the stunning agent close to him and massively binds her mouth and face and head with more and more of that tape. then he parcels the wriggling lady up and leaves her sitting on a couch, unable to move much of anything and certainly unable to raise any alarm. the smuggler gives it an hour, hour and a half max before this one is missed. he and the lads need to move quickly. meanwhile, upstairs, chantelle thrashes around passionately (gag talking ‘a plus) before finally squirming down to the floor, where she writhes around, focusing on a doorway. if she can just…. but then shotputter is upon her, enraged that she has moved from where he forbade her from moving, uh, from. as she rants in sheer agitation into her colossal face gag, he gropes her and bundles her into a chair. so they annoying little agent doesn’t want to stay nice and comfy on the couch eh? fine. he has the remedy!   we guess it’s still xmas because the out and out fiend mummifies, cocoons, call it what you shall, chantelle’s gorgeous body into that chair. the heavily gagged damsel can do little more than grunt and mumble her rage as he methodically seals her to her seat, even binding her tied up legs back beneath her – total physical restriction. with two reels of the strongest tape on the block gluing her to her seat, the feisty chantelle is roundly mocked. her assailant vows to do terrible things to her later if given the opportunity, while she regards him soberly, as if to say, “just let me outta this chair and we’ll see who does what to who…” but we all know the evil smuggler is bluffing. he means to get as far away from here as possible before it’s time for the cavalry to show. yes, he doesn’t much fancy his chances when this place is crawling with agents. so that leaves us with chantelle and an extended sequence featuring her struggling urgently, totally sealed into a chair, in a catsuit, with a big gag on! ***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***