Borderland Bound - Charley Atwell in: A Right Rambunctious Misappropriation of a Bountifully Busty Reporter at HalesOwen House! (4K)
Mega-busty beauty ms atwell, the local paper’s most determined reporter, had been sent to chase a story on a certain crew operating out of the ‘borderland’ village of macadamia. after wrapping up a call with her editor, she travelled across the dark british countryside, soon reaching the ominous spectre of halesowen house with the draft already in hand, the afternoon light catching the curve of her full figure beneath the fitted blouse. almost at once she came face to face with one of the men the piece named. he looked her over with open appreciation while she held the pages out and asked, level and professional, what he could tell her about the claims inside.he grinned, sidestepping every question with easy jokes and half-answers, clearly enjoying the way her bust rose and fell when she grew impatient. charley was not in the mood for games. she turned on her heel, already saying the report would go out as written. before the words finished leaving her mouth his palm settled over her lips in a firm, silencing press. the sudden hush of it made her eyes widen; the heat of his hand against her mouth sent a quick pulse through her. he guided her the short distance to the sofa, the movement unhurried once the surprise of the contact had settled.on the cushions he worked quickly and neatly. a length of tape bound her wrists behind her, another circled her ankles, a third secured her just above the knees so her legs stayed close together. a final strip crossed her mouth, smoothing over the place his hand had been. he stepped back and watched her for a moment, the tape gleaming against her skin, the swell of her breasts shifting with each measured breath. then he left her there, the quiet of the house broken only by the soft rustle of her clothing as she tested the hold of the tape.he returned still on the phone, speaking in low tones about the woman on the sofa and the papers she carried. charley listened, the tape muffling any sound she might have made, the cool adhesive a constant reminder against her lips. when the call ended, he cut the tape from her legs with careful snips, freeing her ankles and knees. he walked her into the next room, then reapplied fresh lengths so her legs were bound again, the new strips sitting snug against skin that was already warm. he left her once more, the double binding on her wrists and mouth unchanged.after a while charley managed to work her legs free of the second set of tape. wrists still joined behind her and the strip still sealed across her mouth, she rose and moved through the rooms of halesowen house, looking for a door that would open. the man caught up with her almost at once. he steered her to a sturdy chair and began a more thorough arrangement: tape around her wrists where they rested at the chair’s back, more around her ankles and thighs, a broad band across her chest that pressed the fabric of her blouse and the soft weight beneath it firmly to the chair. for the mouth he used a longer wrap, circling her head so the gag sat securely in place. the extra layers felt snug and complete. and let’s not forget the thick ass rag he stuffed in there first to keep her extra quiet!he stepped away and let her sit with it for a spell, the chair holding her upright, the tape keeping every limb in place. when he came back, he explained, voice calm, that he needed to step out for a while. he and a friend would return once evening settled and the light outside grew dim; then she would be taken to meet the boss and answer a few questions of his own. he checked the tape one last time, the wrap at her mouth, the bands at her wrists and chest, then left her in the quiet of halesowen house to wait for dark.***all productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants 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***
