At first glance, Hannah was sure she could find a way out of her bondage. Unfortunately for her, the chain links are wrenched tight and her prying fingers have no hope of opening them. Hannah's options dwindle further when a large ballgag is strapped tight in her mouth. Frustrated, she throws herself backwards, realizing all too late the trouble she just caused for herself. The chains around her go taut in their new position while the bar behind her stops her from twisting or sitting back up. In fact, she care barely move at all and is cursing herself.
Merula's expression said it all. When she was told I'd have her drooling for more, this was clearly not what she had in mind. She didn't have to like the situation, but she knew to keep her protests to a minimum. She could see the piles of chain nearby and realised that her situation could only get worse. Instead, Merula put her efforts towards trying to escape, the mitts on her hands keeping them tethered behind her with her fingers unable to help. In the end, all Merula managed to do was produce a large pool of drool under her gag. If she only knew how much bigger it would become before the night was over.
Abby was caught off guard last time she was challenged, but is determined not to be fooled twice. Her instructions tell her to start with a gag, followed by leg cuffs. With her ice release in place Abby crosses her arms and handcuffs them to the cage. It seems simple enough, but she soon finds the position to be less than comfortable and wants out. Pulling frantically on the nylon, the ice holds firm and keeps her bound. The question is, will she make it out this time, or will she repeat her last challenge?
To be honest I figured she could escape in just a few minutes. So that's what I told Madeline: that she was stuck until she escaped. Her legs were spread and locked to each end of the log and her arms belted in front. I let her struggle. I'm fairly certain she thought it would be an easy escape as well, and she was far from pleased with the turn of events. I suppose adding a hair tie and stealing away her last bit of movement wasn't nice, but nobody said it would be easy.
There are few things more sexy than a pretty girl trying to struggle and hardly able to move an inch. Stasha knew the feeling first hand as a dozen buckles froze her arms and legs tight to the chair's spindles. Her pantyhosed legs flexed and strained against the leather but it proved far too strong. Stasha only became more frustrated as she continued to soak her corset with drool. I'm quite certain that what had her so upset was the need for more belts; something I was happy to help with.
