The promise of one last bumper heist prompted catburglar Brooke out of retirement.
Her old acquaintance Herr Borderland had convinced her to join him at the conveniently empty country house of Sir Lulworth Caxton. Now, knowing Herr Borderland as we do, it was no surprise he requested Brooke to shine up her catsuit one last time, and despite her reluctance to be objectified, she agreed.
As she slinked into the house, every inch of her toned frame gleaming in the latex, much to the approval of her cohort still in his goofy disguise.
Unsurprisingly, she was invited to go on ahead, while the lascivious goon was getting an eyeful of her rock hard shiny derrière. With the goods now secured and ready to go, Borderland changed the terms of the job. Brooke was overpowered quickly and her wrists were taped, while her mouth was quieted with a strip of cloth pulled tightly between her teeth. Bundled into the wardrobe, she was forced to kneel as her bound wrists were hoisted up and fused to the overhead clothes rail.
Growling and snarling, she was locked in the wardrobe as she heard the bastard plan his exit. A few moments later, the door opened and our petite thief was dragged out to the floor, hands groping and molesting her rubber clad body. More heavy silver tape was introduced, binding her ankles and thighs together. The cleave gag was removed and a pair of Lady Caxton’s monstrous granny pants were forced into Brooke’s protesting mouth.
No time to spit them out as Borderland continued the tape bondage frenzy. Soon, Brooke’s lower face was a silver taped mask. Hopelessly gagged and muzzled as her heaving tits once again became Borderland’s area of keen interest.
With her fate sealed, Brooke sagged in her bondage as her crooked partner taunted her as she lay on the floor. He took care to unzip the suit and release her breasts, roughly pawing at them as she screamed in anger. Did he dare to carry on lower? You bet.
Her pierced navel and neatly trimmed pussy was now in sight, and another brutal grope was delivered. Clearly, Herr Borderland had time on his hands and Brooke was subjected to plenty of disgusting handling before she was hauled to her feet and pushed toward the chair in the corner. With her suit now zipped back up, more tape was added to her body and she was firmly bound to the chair.
Borderland blew her a kiss as she heard the van pull up outside. Now all of the loot, the jewels and the artwork were carried out and loaded up. Her cries for freedom had been very well silenced and any hope of escape was dashed.
Especially as the next sound she heard was the approaching sirens…….
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