Ruthie vs. The Chair Wrap
Ruthie would never admit it but as the vetwrap continued to compress around her elbows she had underestimated the material. Moments earlier it tore like paper in her hands and now squeezing her wrists and elbows behind her head tightly. When she eventually begged for a reprieve I gladly obliged only to use another roll to mummify her head. Her wrists pulled down behind the chair, she can only paw at restraints nowhere near her fingers. As she struggles the wrap naturally compresses just a bit more forcing her ballgag underneath in her mouth deeper. Ruthie wants to beg her way out of her new bindings but knows it won't get any easier.
Liv vs. The Wallgasms
There were no hiding what my intentions for Liv were when the final knot tied in place. The Magicwand taunting her, knowing it's at my whim to turn it on and send her squirming. She gives her bonds a good struggle just to be sure nothing is loose but to no avail. The vibe is turned on low and her knees already start to weaken. Between the ropes holding her legs apart and rope around her waist there's no getting away from it. By the time the switch went to high Liv was in sensory overload, but nothing she can do.
Makenzie vs. The Zebra Stripes
Twitching slightly in apprehension as the zipties cinched around her body, Mackenzie had no idea what was in store for her. From her shoes to her exposed breasts the zipties left her mummified on the floor. Ensuring no possible escape, more ties are anchored to the floor. Makenzie knew this wasn't it as she tried her best to find some weak point. When the clover clamps came out she really struggled, but with her breasts exposed they were quickly clamped. After snugging a magic wand tightly between her legs she was almost ready. A single string is tied to her nipple clamps to her toes forcing her to keep them bent back lest she pull on her clamps. As the vibe is turned to high, Mackenzie tries her best to fight off the pleasure running through her. Trying desperately to stave off the impending, toe curling orgasms in her near future.
Serene Isley vs. The Predicament
As Serene's body forced her to try once again to find a comfortable position she could only groan in frustration and exhaustion. Despite her situation, she couldn't help but be impressed by the torment she found herself in. While a strappado pulled her arms straight to the ceiling, a chain between her legs pulls her down. Stuck in the middle with no way to keep the strain off her wrists or trembling thighs. To make matters worse, strong clover clamps pull her nipples forward; punishing any attempt to find a comfortable position. As Serene's legs involuntarily jerk to find a better position another grunt escapes her gagged lips as the nipple clamps punish her once again. It's going to be a long night.
Laci Star vs. The Asterisk
They say it's best to dress in layers, so the same must be true for bondage. A few belts could have done the job, but no sense in risking escape. So the belts layered on and meeting behind her back is a star. Laci's first instinct was to reach for the buckles but soon discovered they were well out of reach. Struggle and twist was her only option and gives it her all. The belts giving her a false sense of hope as they move with her body not giving her much to fight against. The redundancy of the belts ensure none slip or give any slack. Laci's there for the duration until somebody feels like undoing those belt buckles.