Hannah had more reason than usual to try to get herself free. The chains encircling her limbs had a different agenda however. Struggling hard, her fate lay below her. If Hannah can't manage to get free she'll be doing so inside of four walls of steel bars. Being crammed in a cage while hogtied with chain was something she wanted to avoid at all costs. Try as she might, the chains won't budge. Looking past the straps of her harness gag she stares helplessly at the wall clock knowing her time is almost up.
All taped up and nowhere to go. Even making it across the room would take an effort of will in her situation. Even with the gag, her displeasure with the situation is quite obvious. To be sure nobody gives her the chance to speak her mind clear instructions to keep her gagged are placed on her mouth. I doubt any passerby would have any trouble carrying out the instructions.
What seems like a good idea on paper seldom fleshes out in real life, but every once in a while you get lucky. With Serene's arms and elbows cinched together they are drawn into a high strappado which is anchored to a ring in her hair. Instantly everything becomes uncomfortable with any movement only making it worse. Despite her efforts to remain still her body struggles to find a better resting point. Each attempt pulling on her hair, arms, legs, and even her crotch rope. Maybe next time so won't be so eager to get out of her cage?
Even as she could feel the tight wrap hold her limbs tightly together her confidence reigned. There was no doubt in Tiffany's mind that she couldn't break free. She'd seen me tear the vetwrap easily in front of her; how hard could it be? We agreed that an hour should be plenty of time for her to get free, or at least how long she's be stuck for if her plans failed. He struggle to get free only seemed to force the wraps tighter, quickly weakening her resolve. With her confidence waning I seal her head in several layers of vetwrap. Her eyes tell the story, on longer filled with vigor but with resignation knowing it will be a long, long hour.
You don't need a good reason to put a pretty, flexible girl like Briella into tight bondage. So I didn't give her one as I coiled duct tape around her arms and elbows. Her legs followed and finished with a cloth stuffing her mouth and sealed with layers of tape. Even her hands are taped into useless balls, thus dashing any hope of escape. Briella puts up one hell of a struggle, but is not match for the layers of tape around her. Holding up the nearly full roll of tape into her view she knew more was coming and a lot more skin to bind.
