Part One:
Fin pulled his new Mercedes into the roundabout driveway in front of his parents’ estate, passing the keys to Wilson, the family butler, as he stepped out and adjusted his eyes to the pre-dawn light that began to shimmer above his family’s massive property.
“Good morning Mr. Finley,” Wilson smiled and nodded as he accepted the car keys. Though it was dark out, Fin could tell in the brief year he had been gone his aging butler (and good friend) had lost a noticeable amount of his hair. “The happiest of birthdays to you, sir.”
“Happy to see you Wilson! How are things? How are your kids?” Fin gave the butler an embrace, which was returned earnestly by Wilson.
“They’re all well, thank you for asking. The youngest graduated from medical school this spring. I still am so grateful to your parents for helping her afford that opportunity.”
“Tell Amelia I said congratulations!”
“I will. Thank you, sir. She’s been asking after you ever since you left the hospital. She’ll be so glad to hear you have gotten your strength back, it seems.” Wilson looked Fin up and down. “And perhaps put on more muscle than before the illness.”
“I’m a college man finally, Wilson. I have to look the part.” Fin flexed his biceps goofily. “Why did my parents have me come out to the property this early? It’s still dark outside. Are we catching a flight somewhere? They know I’m past the age where they need to rent out Disneyland for my birthday, right?”
“No flight to catch, sir. They want to celebrate your 20th birthday here on the premises. They won’t be in until later, but felt it’d be best for you to begin the festivities earlier rather than later.”
“They’re not even here? You have to be joking. I’m going to bed.” Fin began to walk hurriedly past Wilson into the mansion before the gloved-hand of the butler stopped him.
“Forgive me sir, but I think you’ll be rather happy they’re not here for the bulk of the festivities. They truly have pulled out all the stops for your birthday this year.”
Fin rolled his eyes. “I really need them to stop trying so hard with these parties, Wilson. Remember when I turned 18 and they reserved the White House in Washington for a week so I could stay there just because they heard me mention I might want to run for office one day? The government had to manufacture a fucking cover-up just so they could explain the President suddenly leaving town. It’s really getting out of hand.” Fin paused for a moment. “This is bigger than that whole debacle?”
“Much so.” Wilson smiled secretively. “Shall we head inside?”
“Very well. After you.”
The two stepped away from the driveway and into the gargantuan mansion. While Fin was grateful for his parents generosity toward him, constantly showering him in whatever he could ever want (especially since he became sick last year), he always felt a sharp twinge of shame at the sheer ludicrous nature of their spending. Having long since passed the Waltons of Wal-Mart as the wealthiest family in America, the Porters (now reportedly worth nearly 400 billion dollars, but probably more) had settled down in an isolated, wooded valley at an undisclosed location somewhere in the American South. Fin looked out and smiled at the unending waft of trees around the property before turning back to the house. After narrowly avoiding death at the hands of a rare virus last year, Fin had been yearning to come back to this place, if for nothing other than this view, and the quiet it commanded. After breathing in deeply, he stepped through the giant wooden doors of his home and made his way toward the kitchen. Wilson followed him inside.
“Your gift is in the dining room, sir.”
“I hope it’s coffee.”
“Not quite, sir. This way.”
Fin walked slowly after Wilson into the dining room, stopping and tilting his head in puzzlement as he approached the dining table, before audibly gasping. Laid out across the giant slab of mahogany were none of the usual trappings of a Porter birthday party: balloons or large boxes, flowers or chocolates or jewelry, tickets to shows, keys to foreign cars or personal letters from artists and world leaders.
Instead, there on the table was a plain envelope with his name on it. Beside the envelope, was a woman, seated facing away from him. Fin could see she was slender and well-toned, wearing nothing but a set of tasteful blue underwear. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun on her head. Approaching her carefully, Fin couldn’t believe what he saw next. Her hands had been pulled behind her back and bound tightly with wide, black electrical tape. Her elbows were taped together as well. Fin rushed to the woman to make sure she was alright, fearing someone had broken in and attacked one of the estate’s maids.
“Hmmmmpfffff.” The woman groaned, clearly gagged with something Fin couldn’t see.
“Ma’am, are you okay??? One second. We’ll get you out of that.”
Fin reached the front of the bound woman, studied her face, and felt his body go cold. He stepped away from the table.
“Wait, you’re not, you, are you. You can’t be.” He looked closer at her face. The woman’s face was familiar. He had definitely seen her before. Her beauty was stunning. Her sharp jawline angled and framed her dirty-blonde hair. The front of her body was almost too-perfect: thin but strong, with a pronounced collarbone and exquisitely well-sized breasts. A strip of white tape was pressed firmly over her mouth, directly below her dark brownish-grey eyes. On the tape, the name “Captain Marvel” was written in blue sharpie. The blind and gagged woman stared back at Fin, giggling into her gag.
“Hmmmphmm mmmmfffhmm!” She exclaimed enthusiastically.
“Fin, allow me to introduce you to Ms. Brie Larsen.” Wilson stepped beside Fin.
“Hmmmmmmpf!” Brie exclaimed again, tilting her gagged face to the side and smiling, as if trying to say “Hi!”
“Wilson, what the fuck is going on?”
“I think it’s time you read the card.”
Fin grabbed the envelope leaning against the actress’s bound thighs, trying not to touch her. He could feel her studying his face as he opened the card inside, and began reading out loud.
“Our dearest Finney,
I know this isn’t a normal birthday gift to give a son. It you aren’t a normal son. And this isn’t a normal birthday. We nearly lost you this past year, and feel that this birthday is celebrating more than you just turning two decades old. We’re celebrating you being alive, Fin. And for that reason, your father and I felt we should do something out of the ordinary.
Please forgive us. But while you were in the hospital, we found the journals and drawings in your dresser. I know those weren’t intended for our eyes, and I promise we only were looking through your room because we were certain your time was about up.
But. With Wilson’s help, we were able to contact and hire each of the celebrities in your drawings, starting with Ms. Larsen here. For your birthday, we’re sending you on a scavenger hunt. Across the property, indoors and outdoors, we’ve hidden each of these famous women you’ve drawn and journaled. Each one has been left in exactly the same position/predicament that you’ve drawn them. You have two days to find as many as you can. Once you find them, they are yours to play with however you see fit for the rest of the week. Whoever you don’t find will be released, paid the full balance of their contract, and sent on their way. They have each consented and signed non-disclosure agreements.
If you have any questions, please ask Wilson. He’ll be assisting you on your search. For obvious reasons, we look forward to celebrating with you in person in a week, when we get back from Paris.
We love you, Fin. Have an unforgettable week.
Love, Mom”
Brie Larsen smiled at Fin through the white tape on her lips, batting her eyes.
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An interesting start and concept. That sounds a fun scavenger hunt! Look forward to more 
great concept and well written looking forward to who else is in the mix.
Well, isn't this different. This is an absolutely wonderful start.
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Sounds very promising. I would love to read more.
Great start, I love the way you handle celebrity bondage so far
I believe you would be a lot more comfortable in ropes
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Part Two:
“Mmmmpf.” Brie stared at Fin, waiting him to move. Or speak. Or breathe. Or…anything.
After a several prolonged minutes of failing to comprehend what was happening, Fin reached for the tape sealing the actress’s mouth, pulling it off her lips carefully.
“Ow.” She laughed as she looked back to Fin. “Charmed. I’m Brie. You okay, Fin?”
“Am I…are YOU ok?” Fin motioned to Larson’s bikini-clad and tightly taped body, which revealed her rib hip bones as she squirmed lightly.
“Oh I’m fine. Thank you. I’ve probably done weirder stuff than this early on in my career. We all have.” She looked around the estate, presumably referring to the several other celebrities supposedly hidden on the estate. “The difference here is I didn’t double my net worth doing this kind of thing just to be cast in Scott Pilgrim.” She grinned at Fin, noticing her joke falling flat over the stunned young man’s face.
“So you’re…happy to be doing this? I know you’re being paid a lot, but doesn’t it feel wrong?” Fin wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“I promise we are. Each of us. And don’t get me wrong — 99.9% of that is the money. None of us are making below $30 million doing this. I know it’s crass to talk about how much one makes — but here it feels important. Plus we’ve been promised “tips,” and who knows how much that will end up being. But even then, that .01%, well, we heard what you’ve been through recently, and you seem kind really based on what we’ve heard. Our agents all looked you up. Plus…” Brie smiled and looked Fin up and down. “You sure could be a lot uglier…and I think you’d be surprised how many like to be tied up in our personal lives.”
“Okay. So you’re all into this. So what happens when I find you all? Do we all just hang out until the week is over? I know there’s plenty of stuff to do here.”
Brie laughed and rolled her eyes, sighing kindly. “Jesus, Fin. You’re maybe a little too nice. You know how few guys would be suggesting that right now?”
“I think maybe more than you imagine.”
“Fine. Well let me be more blunt here. Don’t physically injure us, and use a condom. Those are the two rules. Follow?”
“Jesus.”
Brie inhaled sharply, betraying just a slight air of frustration. “Ok. Maybe being too nice isn’t what’s going to work with you.” She looked down at her bondage, then back to Fin. “You drew me like this, right? You did. That’s why I’m here, taped up in this little bikini. Because of you.”
“Yes.”
“So Fin, what did you imagine happening in your imagination if you found me and I actually WAS tied up, and helpless? Did your just turn your brain off and call it a day? That’s more concerning than any little sex fantasy you could have thought up. So get to it. Be a man and take control!”
Fin felt his face flush as the actress continued berating him. After another minute of Brie Larson’s ridicule, he stepped up to her, lifted her off the table, and on to her feet.
“Oh good, so you’re probably going to just untie me now and let me on my way so I can hang out here and just color for a week. Fantastic. I’m so excited.”
On the verge of anger, Fin pressed his hand on top of the actress’s head, pushing down until she buckled to her knees. In one fell swoop, he unzipped his pants, looking around for Wilson, who had disappeared.
Brie looked up at him, smiling, her eyes wide, and no longer pretending to be annoyed. “Finally. I thought I was going to have to start tal-HWMMPFFF!!”
Fin re-gagged the movie star with his newly stiff member, surprising her and making her choke slightly. After recoiling, Brie leaned back into him as he pumped, taking him into her mouth and never breaking eye contact, grunting and gargling with each stroke. After several moments, Fin could feel Brie taking over the rhythm herself, and leaned back, letting her finish the deed.
Fin looked over to the table and was struck by an idea. As Brie continued her work patiently below him, he began searching through the assorted gift bags on the table with one hand. After dumping out one or two , he found what he was looking for — another roll of tape.
He finished loudly into Brie’s mouth, who swallowed and smiled back up at him without hardly flinching. Lifting the actress to her feet, Fin watched as she caught her breath, steadying her bound legs as she found her balance.
“Well that was more like it.” Brie laughed. “So what happens now?”
Fin held up the roll of white tape in his hand. “Now you try to get away. You’re one of my favorite actors. Think you can play scared?”
Brie took a moment to settle in to what Fin was asking. She grinned, looked down at her lean, bound body, then back up at Fin. By the time her eyes met his, they had changed, no longer smiling, but wide and terrified now.
“HELP!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” She took off hopping down the dining room, only managing to make it a few leaps before feeling Fin’s heavy arm clamp down around her chest. “NO! Get your hands off of me! Please! I’m begging you don’t — HMMMMPFFF”
Seizing the actress from behind, fin began wrapping several layers of the duct tape around her mouth and head, pulling tight each revolution, sealing her lips completely.
“Hmmm! Mmmf hm fffffm Hmf mmmmm!” Brie let loose a series of muffled screams into her gag as she felt Fin pick her up and throw her over her shoulder.
“Wilson! Are you there? I could use your help!” Within moments, Wilson appeared by his side, holding a duffel bag over his shoulder.
“Would you mind escorting Ms. Larson to the holding area? I’ve got more work to do it seems.” Fin handed the writhing star over to Wilson, who draped her over his shoulder as well.
“Very well sir. This is for you then. It might prove useful in your hunt.” Wilson handed Fin the duffel bag. “There’s a radio in there as well. Feel free to call for me whenever you are ready for my help. This way Ms. Larson.”
Nodding to Fin, Wilson walked out of the dining room and downstairs into the cellar, Brie struggling and screaming into her gag as he moved.
Fin took a moment to steady himself. He couldn’t explains what had just come over him, he thought to himself. It was something primal, and harsh. He wasn’t sure he liked it. But he also wasn’t sure that he didn’t.
Something creaked upstairs, making several soft thuds on the floor above him. “Well. Better go see who that is,” Fin said softly to himself, throwing the duffel bag over his shoulder and heading toward the stairs.
“Mmmmpf.” Brie stared at Fin, waiting him to move. Or speak. Or breathe. Or…anything.
After a several prolonged minutes of failing to comprehend what was happening, Fin reached for the tape sealing the actress’s mouth, pulling it off her lips carefully.
“Ow.” She laughed as she looked back to Fin. “Charmed. I’m Brie. You okay, Fin?”
“Am I…are YOU ok?” Fin motioned to Larson’s bikini-clad and tightly taped body, which revealed her rib hip bones as she squirmed lightly.
“Oh I’m fine. Thank you. I’ve probably done weirder stuff than this early on in my career. We all have.” She looked around the estate, presumably referring to the several other celebrities supposedly hidden on the estate. “The difference here is I didn’t double my net worth doing this kind of thing just to be cast in Scott Pilgrim.” She grinned at Fin, noticing her joke falling flat over the stunned young man’s face.
“So you’re…happy to be doing this? I know you’re being paid a lot, but doesn’t it feel wrong?” Fin wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“I promise we are. Each of us. And don’t get me wrong — 99.9% of that is the money. None of us are making below $30 million doing this. I know it’s crass to talk about how much one makes — but here it feels important. Plus we’ve been promised “tips,” and who knows how much that will end up being. But even then, that .01%, well, we heard what you’ve been through recently, and you seem kind really based on what we’ve heard. Our agents all looked you up. Plus…” Brie smiled and looked Fin up and down. “You sure could be a lot uglier…and I think you’d be surprised how many like to be tied up in our personal lives.”
“Okay. So you’re all into this. So what happens when I find you all? Do we all just hang out until the week is over? I know there’s plenty of stuff to do here.”
Brie laughed and rolled her eyes, sighing kindly. “Jesus, Fin. You’re maybe a little too nice. You know how few guys would be suggesting that right now?”
“I think maybe more than you imagine.”
“Fine. Well let me be more blunt here. Don’t physically injure us, and use a condom. Those are the two rules. Follow?”
“Jesus.”
Brie inhaled sharply, betraying just a slight air of frustration. “Ok. Maybe being too nice isn’t what’s going to work with you.” She looked down at her bondage, then back to Fin. “You drew me like this, right? You did. That’s why I’m here, taped up in this little bikini. Because of you.”
“Yes.”
“So Fin, what did you imagine happening in your imagination if you found me and I actually WAS tied up, and helpless? Did your just turn your brain off and call it a day? That’s more concerning than any little sex fantasy you could have thought up. So get to it. Be a man and take control!”
Fin felt his face flush as the actress continued berating him. After another minute of Brie Larson’s ridicule, he stepped up to her, lifted her off the table, and on to her feet.
“Oh good, so you’re probably going to just untie me now and let me on my way so I can hang out here and just color for a week. Fantastic. I’m so excited.”
On the verge of anger, Fin pressed his hand on top of the actress’s head, pushing down until she buckled to her knees. In one fell swoop, he unzipped his pants, looking around for Wilson, who had disappeared.
Brie looked up at him, smiling, her eyes wide, and no longer pretending to be annoyed. “Finally. I thought I was going to have to start tal-HWMMPFFF!!”
Fin re-gagged the movie star with his newly stiff member, surprising her and making her choke slightly. After recoiling, Brie leaned back into him as he pumped, taking him into her mouth and never breaking eye contact, grunting and gargling with each stroke. After several moments, Fin could feel Brie taking over the rhythm herself, and leaned back, letting her finish the deed.
Fin looked over to the table and was struck by an idea. As Brie continued her work patiently below him, he began searching through the assorted gift bags on the table with one hand. After dumping out one or two , he found what he was looking for — another roll of tape.
He finished loudly into Brie’s mouth, who swallowed and smiled back up at him without hardly flinching. Lifting the actress to her feet, Fin watched as she caught her breath, steadying her bound legs as she found her balance.
“Well that was more like it.” Brie laughed. “So what happens now?”
Fin held up the roll of white tape in his hand. “Now you try to get away. You’re one of my favorite actors. Think you can play scared?”
Brie took a moment to settle in to what Fin was asking. She grinned, looked down at her lean, bound body, then back up at Fin. By the time her eyes met his, they had changed, no longer smiling, but wide and terrified now.
“HELP!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” She took off hopping down the dining room, only managing to make it a few leaps before feeling Fin’s heavy arm clamp down around her chest. “NO! Get your hands off of me! Please! I’m begging you don’t — HMMMMPFFF”
Seizing the actress from behind, fin began wrapping several layers of the duct tape around her mouth and head, pulling tight each revolution, sealing her lips completely.
“Hmmm! Mmmf hm fffffm Hmf mmmmm!” Brie let loose a series of muffled screams into her gag as she felt Fin pick her up and throw her over her shoulder.
“Wilson! Are you there? I could use your help!” Within moments, Wilson appeared by his side, holding a duffel bag over his shoulder.
“Would you mind escorting Ms. Larson to the holding area? I’ve got more work to do it seems.” Fin handed the writhing star over to Wilson, who draped her over his shoulder as well.
“Very well sir. This is for you then. It might prove useful in your hunt.” Wilson handed Fin the duffel bag. “There’s a radio in there as well. Feel free to call for me whenever you are ready for my help. This way Ms. Larson.”
Nodding to Fin, Wilson walked out of the dining room and downstairs into the cellar, Brie struggling and screaming into her gag as he moved.
Fin took a moment to steady himself. He couldn’t explains what had just come over him, he thought to himself. It was something primal, and harsh. He wasn’t sure he liked it. But he also wasn’t sure that he didn’t.
Something creaked upstairs, making several soft thuds on the floor above him. “Well. Better go see who that is,” Fin said softly to himself, throwing the duffel bag over his shoulder and heading toward the stairs.
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Currently open to suggestions of what other female celebrities Fin should find on his hunt.
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Very awesome and creative story! I’ll be looking forward to seeing more.
great plot looking forward to more, who else could possibly be in this hunt?
If time is not an issue, a young Jane Fonda, a young Rachel Welch, and a young Marilyn Monroe. From today; Margot Robbie, Scarlett Johansson, and Jennifer Lawrence.
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Going to agree Jennifer Lawrence 100%, Gal Gadot, Madeline Cline, Ariana Grande, Peyton List, Grace Currey, Natalie Portman. You have so many fantastic options. Look forward to seeing this develop.
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Enjoyed the second part, very well written and things certainly advanced between Finn and Brie!TapeTurtle wrote: ↑10 months ago Currently open to suggestions of what other female celebrities Fin should find on his hunt.
If you are still taking requests, i always thought Shakira would look good tied up.
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Kat McNamaraTapeTurtle wrote: ↑10 months ago Currently open to suggestions of what other female celebrities Fin should find on his hunt.
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Part Three:
Fin thumbed the strap of the duffel bag as he tiptoed down one the many upstairs hallways. Stepping past four or five open spare room doors carefully, he stopped suddenly as something caught his eye. To his right, a door was closed. “Might be nothing,” Fin thought to himself as he began inching closer to it. Suddenly, from behind the door, a large thud shook the wooden white door jamb in front of his face. “Probably something,” Fin said quietly, before turning the doorknob and stepping slowly inside. “Holy shit,” he blurted out as the he fully entered the room.
There in the middle of the room, were two women, both bound impossibly tight with cool after coil of green cord. Fin looked them up and down, recognizing both women immediately from his notebooks, admittedly impressed at how accurate they both were tied and dressed compared to his drawings. Both of their ankles, knees, and thighs were cinched together. Both of their wrists were bound and hoisted severely over their heads with next to no slack at all, making both of them reach as high as possible up toward the rafters the rope was connected to.
“Hmmmmmpfffmmm! Hmph mmpffhm! Hmmmmf!” The woman on the left, a talkative bleached-blonde, jumped up and down in place, laughing hysterically into blue ball gag at how much she was clearly annoying the woman bound gagged next to her.
Fin strode up to her defiantly. “What’s so funny Jennifer? Did I miss a joke? I bet it couldn’t have been that great given your current state.” Marshall gestured toward Jennifer Lawrence’s gag, before pulling it out of her mouth and letting it hang around her neck.
“Bleh. What the hell took you so long?” The starlet looked up at her bound wrists, the back at Fin. “We’ve been waiting for hours for you to show up.” Fin looked up and down the actress’s body, admiring her black, cut bathing suit — which he immediately recognized from a scene in her movie “Red Sparrow” the black fabric was cut out in sections over her chest, allowing the full shape of both of her breasts to appear out in the open.
Jennifer caught Fin’s eyes after he looked up from her cleavage. “Pervert,” she joked, drilling into Fin with her icy blue eyes. Fin scoffed at Jennifer, and began reaching for the ball gag around her neck. “Ohhh big strong man can’t handle a little ribbing from his tied up chick,” she said, in her low, husky voice. “So predictable. So lame. So Fin.”
“I see why they gagged you in the first place Ms. Lawrence,” said Fin, grabbing the blue ball and shoving it between Jennifer’s luscious lips, drawing a disgruntled “Hmpf” from the movie star, followed by her signature, albeit muffled goofy laughter.
“How did Scarlett put up with you for even thirty minutes?” Fin turned to the bound woman a few feet from Jennifer, and began stepping her way.
Scarlett Johansson was standing stiffly in high heels, clearly having less fun tied up in the same position as her temporary roommate. Her body strained as her hands were wrenched upward by the green cord, nearly pulling her off the ground entirely. The actress grunted into her massive red ball-gag as Fin approached, looking down.
“You okay, Miss Romanov?” Fin placed his hand under Scarlett’s chin, and squeezed her cheeks with his fingers and thumb, lifting her eyes to his lightly. A rather obsessed fan of hers as a boy, Fin took in the sight in front of him with patience and pleasure. Scarlett’s ankles were tied impossibly tight, and left her little help to balance herself on her black stiletto heels. She was dressed in skin-tight, black leather pants that shimmered and tensed over her impressive thighs as her muscles strained to hold her upright. Next, he marveled at her exposed torso, covered only by a soft, red bra. He was astounded that she could look this in shape after all of those years. Her faint red hair stuck to his fingers as he looked her in the eyes.
“Mmmpf hmmmhm hm mpf hm.” Fin pulled the ball out of her mouth, struggling to get it past her teeth.
“Fuck.” She said in exasperation. “You have to get her out of here. I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” Jennifer laughed maniacally into her gag. “She’s been jumping up and down and singing and spitting and trying to talk to me ever since we were rigged up in here like this. It’s been fucking torture, Fin. You need to do something about that.”
Fin turned toward back to Jennifer, catching her mid-sneer toward Scarlett. “That’s not very kind of you, Jenn. Are you trying to drive Scarlett up the wall?” Jennifer laughed again, nodding up and down enthusiastically.
“See! She’s doing it on purpose! I’m not gonna be able to stay here and finish this if she doesn’t chill out.”
“We’ll if that’s the case, we’ll have to do something about that. You wait here.”
“Where am I gonna go?”
Fin laughed slightly, then suddenly felt something urge him into spinning Scarlett around and giving her delectable, leather-clad ass a hearty smack with his palm.
“Wow.” Scarlett glared at him, shifting her shoulders and looking up at her bound wrists.
“I’m sorry. Too much?”
“Dear, if you can get that wind bag to shut up, you can do whatever you want with me.”
Fin pulled the enormous ball gag back into Scarlett’s mouth. “I’ll take that deal,” he said with a grin.
“Now to deal with you.” Fin turned backed to Jennifer Lawrence.
“Mmmf hm hmmm fmmmhph.” Jennifer growled at him through her gag, narrowing her eyes sinisterly.
“I wouldn’t look at me like that if I were you.”
“Mmmmffffhm!” Fin was 95% sure the actress had called him a motherfucker, and was 100% sure she had just tried to spit on him.
“That’ll do it!” Fin reached into the duffel bag, grabbing a pair of scissors and several rolls of silver duct tape.
“Hmmmmmpf!!” Jennifer’s eyes grew wide and nervous at the sight of the sharp metal in Fin’s hand. In one quick motion, Fin slid the scissors under the shoulder straps holding up the movie star’s tight bathing suit. In two quick snips, both straps were severed. Grabbing the top of the suit I’m both hands, Fin pulled down hard, peeling the black synthetic fabric down to Jennifer’s waist, leaving her impressive chest completely bare. “Hmmmf hmm fffffm mmmmpf!!!” The actress writhed and screamed angrily into the ball in her mouth.
“Ready to apologize?” Jennifer growled again, shaking her head and glaring at Fin.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” In another series of fast motions, Fin took the duct tape into his hand, and aggressively wrapped several layers around Jenn’s head mouth, then several more layers around her eyes, laughing as she screamed and struggled in protest. “I told you not to look at that.”
“HMMM MMMMPFF HM MMMMFFF HMMFFFMM!!!” Jennifer screamed and looked around wildly, muffled and blinded totally by the tape. Fin savored watching her breasts bounce as she fought. After struggling for ten or fifteen minutes, Jenn collapsed in exhaustion, her breath heaving in and out through her nose, her whole body glistening in sweat. With no energy left, the cocky actress fell silent.
“How is that!?” Fin turned triumphantly back to the bound and gagged Scarlett.
“Hmmmf mmmf!” Scarlett nodded and laughed into the huge red ball between her lips.
“Glad you’re satisfied. Now. Anything I want huh?”
The auburn-haired beauty giggled softly. Scarlett shrugged her shoulders as much as she could, smiling. “Mmmf hmm.”
Fin walked up to Scarlett and pulled the gag from her mouth once more. “A deal is a deal, I guess,” she said in her low, irresistible voice.
Fin thumbed the strap of the duffel bag as he tiptoed down one the many upstairs hallways. Stepping past four or five open spare room doors carefully, he stopped suddenly as something caught his eye. To his right, a door was closed. “Might be nothing,” Fin thought to himself as he began inching closer to it. Suddenly, from behind the door, a large thud shook the wooden white door jamb in front of his face. “Probably something,” Fin said quietly, before turning the doorknob and stepping slowly inside. “Holy shit,” he blurted out as the he fully entered the room.
There in the middle of the room, were two women, both bound impossibly tight with cool after coil of green cord. Fin looked them up and down, recognizing both women immediately from his notebooks, admittedly impressed at how accurate they both were tied and dressed compared to his drawings. Both of their ankles, knees, and thighs were cinched together. Both of their wrists were bound and hoisted severely over their heads with next to no slack at all, making both of them reach as high as possible up toward the rafters the rope was connected to.
“Hmmmmmpfffmmm! Hmph mmpffhm! Hmmmmf!” The woman on the left, a talkative bleached-blonde, jumped up and down in place, laughing hysterically into blue ball gag at how much she was clearly annoying the woman bound gagged next to her.
Fin strode up to her defiantly. “What’s so funny Jennifer? Did I miss a joke? I bet it couldn’t have been that great given your current state.” Marshall gestured toward Jennifer Lawrence’s gag, before pulling it out of her mouth and letting it hang around her neck.
“Bleh. What the hell took you so long?” The starlet looked up at her bound wrists, the back at Fin. “We’ve been waiting for hours for you to show up.” Fin looked up and down the actress’s body, admiring her black, cut bathing suit — which he immediately recognized from a scene in her movie “Red Sparrow” the black fabric was cut out in sections over her chest, allowing the full shape of both of her breasts to appear out in the open.
Jennifer caught Fin’s eyes after he looked up from her cleavage. “Pervert,” she joked, drilling into Fin with her icy blue eyes. Fin scoffed at Jennifer, and began reaching for the ball gag around her neck. “Ohhh big strong man can’t handle a little ribbing from his tied up chick,” she said, in her low, husky voice. “So predictable. So lame. So Fin.”
“I see why they gagged you in the first place Ms. Lawrence,” said Fin, grabbing the blue ball and shoving it between Jennifer’s luscious lips, drawing a disgruntled “Hmpf” from the movie star, followed by her signature, albeit muffled goofy laughter.
“How did Scarlett put up with you for even thirty minutes?” Fin turned to the bound woman a few feet from Jennifer, and began stepping her way.
Scarlett Johansson was standing stiffly in high heels, clearly having less fun tied up in the same position as her temporary roommate. Her body strained as her hands were wrenched upward by the green cord, nearly pulling her off the ground entirely. The actress grunted into her massive red ball-gag as Fin approached, looking down.
“You okay, Miss Romanov?” Fin placed his hand under Scarlett’s chin, and squeezed her cheeks with his fingers and thumb, lifting her eyes to his lightly. A rather obsessed fan of hers as a boy, Fin took in the sight in front of him with patience and pleasure. Scarlett’s ankles were tied impossibly tight, and left her little help to balance herself on her black stiletto heels. She was dressed in skin-tight, black leather pants that shimmered and tensed over her impressive thighs as her muscles strained to hold her upright. Next, he marveled at her exposed torso, covered only by a soft, red bra. He was astounded that she could look this in shape after all of those years. Her faint red hair stuck to his fingers as he looked her in the eyes.
“Mmmpf hmmmhm hm mpf hm.” Fin pulled the ball out of her mouth, struggling to get it past her teeth.
“Fuck.” She said in exasperation. “You have to get her out of here. I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” Jennifer laughed maniacally into her gag. “She’s been jumping up and down and singing and spitting and trying to talk to me ever since we were rigged up in here like this. It’s been fucking torture, Fin. You need to do something about that.”
Fin turned toward back to Jennifer, catching her mid-sneer toward Scarlett. “That’s not very kind of you, Jenn. Are you trying to drive Scarlett up the wall?” Jennifer laughed again, nodding up and down enthusiastically.
“See! She’s doing it on purpose! I’m not gonna be able to stay here and finish this if she doesn’t chill out.”
“We’ll if that’s the case, we’ll have to do something about that. You wait here.”
“Where am I gonna go?”
Fin laughed slightly, then suddenly felt something urge him into spinning Scarlett around and giving her delectable, leather-clad ass a hearty smack with his palm.
“Wow.” Scarlett glared at him, shifting her shoulders and looking up at her bound wrists.
“I’m sorry. Too much?”
“Dear, if you can get that wind bag to shut up, you can do whatever you want with me.”
Fin pulled the enormous ball gag back into Scarlett’s mouth. “I’ll take that deal,” he said with a grin.
“Now to deal with you.” Fin turned backed to Jennifer Lawrence.
“Mmmf hm hmmm fmmmhph.” Jennifer growled at him through her gag, narrowing her eyes sinisterly.
“I wouldn’t look at me like that if I were you.”
“Mmmmffffhm!” Fin was 95% sure the actress had called him a motherfucker, and was 100% sure she had just tried to spit on him.
“That’ll do it!” Fin reached into the duffel bag, grabbing a pair of scissors and several rolls of silver duct tape.
“Hmmmmmpf!!” Jennifer’s eyes grew wide and nervous at the sight of the sharp metal in Fin’s hand. In one quick motion, Fin slid the scissors under the shoulder straps holding up the movie star’s tight bathing suit. In two quick snips, both straps were severed. Grabbing the top of the suit I’m both hands, Fin pulled down hard, peeling the black synthetic fabric down to Jennifer’s waist, leaving her impressive chest completely bare. “Hmmmf hmm fffffm mmmmpf!!!” The actress writhed and screamed angrily into the ball in her mouth.
“Ready to apologize?” Jennifer growled again, shaking her head and glaring at Fin.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” In another series of fast motions, Fin took the duct tape into his hand, and aggressively wrapped several layers around Jenn’s head mouth, then several more layers around her eyes, laughing as she screamed and struggled in protest. “I told you not to look at that.”
“HMMM MMMMPFF HM MMMMFFF HMMFFFMM!!!” Jennifer screamed and looked around wildly, muffled and blinded totally by the tape. Fin savored watching her breasts bounce as she fought. After struggling for ten or fifteen minutes, Jenn collapsed in exhaustion, her breath heaving in and out through her nose, her whole body glistening in sweat. With no energy left, the cocky actress fell silent.
“How is that!?” Fin turned triumphantly back to the bound and gagged Scarlett.
“Hmmmf mmmf!” Scarlett nodded and laughed into the huge red ball between her lips.
“Glad you’re satisfied. Now. Anything I want huh?”
The auburn-haired beauty giggled softly. Scarlett shrugged her shoulders as much as she could, smiling. “Mmmf hmm.”
Fin walked up to Scarlett and pulled the gag from her mouth once more. “A deal is a deal, I guess,” she said in her low, irresistible voice.
Super fun update and great interaction between characters. Loved running into two. You have a unique and fabulous writing style. Thank you for the great chapter.
Agreed
Very nice update indeed!
I believe you would be a lot more comfortable in ropes
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Great continuation! Scarlett and Jennifer are some of my favs so this was super enjoyable for me. I loved the dynamic between them!
Definitely looking forward to seeing more!
Definitely looking forward to seeing more!
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Part Four:
Scarlett batted her eyes at Fin as she wriggled with the rope pulling her wrists skyward. Fin’s stomach fell to his feet as he stepped toward the bound actress and reached out a hand with hesitancy.
“I’m going to take you up on that,” he said lustily. “But we have all week to make good on our deal, don’t we?”
“Huh? You mean you want to wa—MMPF!” Scarlett reeled and choked slightly as Fin shoved the red ball gag back into her mouth.
“Yes — I want to wait. It’s a numbers game, you know?”
“Mmmfffhm?” Scarlett stared back at Fin incredulously.
“Just two days to find as many of you as I can. Then we have all the time we need to play some more…” Fin pressed his body against Scarlett’s wrapped his arms around her, and with both hands, took her ass into his palms and gave it a hard squeeze, eliciting a surprised grunt from the bound starlet.
“Think you can wait for me that long?”
“Mmmmpfff…” Scarlett rolled her eyes at Fin, who responded by placing several small kisses on her neck, earning a series of pleasures moans.
“Until then, yes?” Scarlett nodded to Fin with her eyes wide over he gagged lips, emitting a surprising degree of submission.
“Wilson! I think there are two women in here who need your escorting services!” Fin called out to his butler and made his way to the door.
Passing by the topless, immobilized, blindfolded, and wrap-gagged Jennifer Lawrence, Fin couldn’t resist himself. He eyed the imprisoned Jennifer up and down, bent down, and laid a series of kisses across her bare chest.
“HMMXMMPPFFHMMMM!” She let out a muffled scream that was a mix of surprise, confusion, disdain, and pleasure.
Fin left the door open behind him in his way out.
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Fin spent ten to fifteen minutes fruitlessly moving room to room on the second floor of the estate. Not letting himself get frustrated, he decided to duck into a bathroom to splash some water on his face. He entered into the last bedroom he hadn’t checked and made his way straight to the adjoining bathroom, opening the door, and stepping up the sink. After sloshing cold water onto his face. He tried to regain his focus. Looking into the mirror, however, his focus was ripped away from him and onto the shower, where behind the frosted glass he could see the outline of two black figures standing still.
Scarlett batted her eyes at Fin as she wriggled with the rope pulling her wrists skyward. Fin’s stomach fell to his feet as he stepped toward the bound actress and reached out a hand with hesitancy.
“I’m going to take you up on that,” he said lustily. “But we have all week to make good on our deal, don’t we?”
“Huh? You mean you want to wa—MMPF!” Scarlett reeled and choked slightly as Fin shoved the red ball gag back into her mouth.
“Yes — I want to wait. It’s a numbers game, you know?”
“Mmmfffhm?” Scarlett stared back at Fin incredulously.
“Just two days to find as many of you as I can. Then we have all the time we need to play some more…” Fin pressed his body against Scarlett’s wrapped his arms around her, and with both hands, took her ass into his palms and gave it a hard squeeze, eliciting a surprised grunt from the bound starlet.
“Think you can wait for me that long?”
“Mmmmpfff…” Scarlett rolled her eyes at Fin, who responded by placing several small kisses on her neck, earning a series of pleasures moans.
“Until then, yes?” Scarlett nodded to Fin with her eyes wide over he gagged lips, emitting a surprising degree of submission.
“Wilson! I think there are two women in here who need your escorting services!” Fin called out to his butler and made his way to the door.
Passing by the topless, immobilized, blindfolded, and wrap-gagged Jennifer Lawrence, Fin couldn’t resist himself. He eyed the imprisoned Jennifer up and down, bent down, and laid a series of kisses across her bare chest.
“HMMXMMPPFFHMMMM!” She let out a muffled scream that was a mix of surprise, confusion, disdain, and pleasure.
Fin left the door open behind him in his way out.
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Fin spent ten to fifteen minutes fruitlessly moving room to room on the second floor of the estate. Not letting himself get frustrated, he decided to duck into a bathroom to splash some water on his face. He entered into the last bedroom he hadn’t checked and made his way straight to the adjoining bathroom, opening the door, and stepping up the sink. After sloshing cold water onto his face. He tried to regain his focus. Looking into the mirror, however, his focus was ripped away from him and onto the shower, where behind the frosted glass he could see the outline of two black figures standing still.
Short update, but a great one. Looking forward to another double header. Are you looking for more suggestions for actresses?
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Part Five:
Fin crept up slowly to the glass shower doors, unable to make out much of the black figures behind the glass. “Anyone in here?” He asked quietly.
“HMMMPFFFF!! MMM HMMMM MMMF!” All of the sudden a pair of muffled shrieks burst over top of the door into Fin’s ears. He could tell they were female, and that they seemed panicked. He grabbed the shower door handle and pulled hard, swinging it open.
“My god,” Fin blurted out, studying what was on the other side.
Two women, both clad in black leather spy-style outfits, were bound with black Gorilla tape with their hands behind their backs, angled up at the elbows, in reverse-prayer style. They were bound at the ankles as well, right above their black platform boots. The two were tied together, bound back to back and joined by a rope that linked them at the waist. One final rope was looped around each of their necks, and fixed loosely to the shower head above them.
It only took a few moments of looking at the two women’s thin, strong, bird-like bodies and faces to recognize them as actresses Gal Gadot and Ana de Armas — both famously fictional spies in past films of theirs. Above the black tape that sealed both of their mouths, Fin could also see that they were afraid of something — though it wasn’t him. He pulled the door all the way open, and it became clear as to what they were concerned by.
As the shower door clicked all the way open, Fin watched as a simple but crude series of wires attached between the the door and the shower handle pulled the cold water lever all the way on, sending a cascade of frigid water onto the two bound actresses.
"MMMF! HMPH HM MMMF HMMMMMFFFF!"
Gal and Ana began writhing with and against each other as the cascade of water fell down on their heads, shocking each of them into a frantic, wrenching attempt to free themselves. Unsure of what to do, Fin stepped quickly into the shower with the two women and closed the door behind him, loosening the cord around the handle, and allowing him to turn the water off himself. Now also blasted by the water, Fin looked toward the two bound actresses, now standing nearly on top of them. All three laughed in between violent bouts of shivering.
"I'm sorry I didn't see that one coming, ladies," Fin said, trying not to shake as the cold gripped his whole body. Both women grunted involuntarily into their taped lips as they continued shivering.
"Should we get you two warmed up?"
“Mmmmph hmmmph!" Gal and Ana nodded up at Fin anxiously.
Fin took a second before reaching again to the shower door. As he was about to push the door open enough for the three of them to exit without activating the trap again, he turned back to look at the two bound starlets. He found himself mesmerized at how each of the women could looks so delciate and yet so powerful in their bodies, even now, taped up from head to toe, their hair drenched, their bodies shivering. A terrible idea began to form in Fin's head
We don't need to leave the shower to warm ourselves up, do we?'
"MMMMPH??" Ana peered in confusion at FIn and mumbled something into her gag.
"I think we can stay right here and just turn the warm water on. Wouldn't want to waste the chance to shower with you two - that would just be inconsiderate at this point, wouldn't it?"
"ННННМММММ|!" Gal's dark brown eyes grew wide as she began furiously shimmying in her black suit, failing to stretch the Gorilla tape enough to break free.
In fact, the first thing to do in the field when preventing hypothermia is to remove your clothes - didn't you all learn anything in spy training?" Fin grinned widely while both of the bound actresses moaned in protest. In one smooth movement. Fin untied the ropes holding the two women back to back at the waist, un looped the rope around their necks, and turned them both to face him, admiring how they fought to keep their balance in the small confines of the shower. He studies their clothing, and noticed an alarmingly appealing detail within both of their outfits - a single zipper that extended from their neckline down below their waists.
"Let's see if this helps," Fin said coyly, grabbing the zipper on the front of both women's spy suits with both of his hands, and pulling down slowly, to the vocalized dismay of both his soaked prisoners.
Their suits came undone just enough to expose both of their shoulders down to their modest chest and belly buttons. Fin couldn't help staring as both of their bare torsos continued to quiver from the cold, sending small shimmers up through their stomachs and exposed breasts. Fin quickly reached between them, turning the water of the shower back on, this time to a pleasant, sauna-level of heat. He watched Ana's shoulders clench upward as the water hit her in the back of the neck by surprise, and fell in small rivers down her newly bare skin.
"MMMMMPH!" Gal glared at Finn, demanding something he couldn't quite decipher.
"You're right!" Fin felt the need to shout nearly over the sound of the shower. "It's a little crowded in here!" Both of the women squirmed in place.
"You two are trained spies, right? How about a quick test of your skills?" Fin grinned as the two women rolled their eyes and groaned into their gags. "One of you has to escape, or has toconvince me to free you. The other gets left in here with the cold water until Wilson comes to collect you. Deal?"
'MMMMF! HMMMPH MMM HM MMF HMM FFFMM!" Gal Gadot's eyes grew even wider with rage and with fight, as she began tearing at the air behind her with her bound wrists, shaking her upper body in feeble attempts to get free, all while shielding her face from the cascading water.
"HMM MMFFFF HMM!I!" She grew increasingly exasperated as the lack of space in the shower prevented her from gaining any leverage. Fin became lost watching the tall, slender woman contort herself in vain, marveling at the many shapers her skin could make beneath the tape that bound her limbs together, her sharp jaw straining against the tape on her lips.
Throughout her struggling. Gal failed to notice her counterpart attempting a completely different strategy. Before Gal had bothered to look at her fellow kidnapped actress, Ana had already maneuvered herself down to her knees, catching the full force of the falling water on her head. “Mmmmmf. Hmmmmmmmffff.” Ana strained to keep her eyes open as she looked up at Fin, nuzzling the front of his pants with her nose and face. “Mmmmf?”
“I’m sorry. But that was faster than I thought, Gal. I’m afraid Ana has made an offer I can’t refuse.”
Gal’s narrowed as she shrieked in disbelief into her taped lips, watching in horror as Fin looped the rope back around her neck, connecting her to the shower head. Fin reached down slowly and peeled the tape from Ana’s lips.
Fin crept up slowly to the glass shower doors, unable to make out much of the black figures behind the glass. “Anyone in here?” He asked quietly.
“HMMMPFFFF!! MMM HMMMM MMMF!” All of the sudden a pair of muffled shrieks burst over top of the door into Fin’s ears. He could tell they were female, and that they seemed panicked. He grabbed the shower door handle and pulled hard, swinging it open.
“My god,” Fin blurted out, studying what was on the other side.
Two women, both clad in black leather spy-style outfits, were bound with black Gorilla tape with their hands behind their backs, angled up at the elbows, in reverse-prayer style. They were bound at the ankles as well, right above their black platform boots. The two were tied together, bound back to back and joined by a rope that linked them at the waist. One final rope was looped around each of their necks, and fixed loosely to the shower head above them.
It only took a few moments of looking at the two women’s thin, strong, bird-like bodies and faces to recognize them as actresses Gal Gadot and Ana de Armas — both famously fictional spies in past films of theirs. Above the black tape that sealed both of their mouths, Fin could also see that they were afraid of something — though it wasn’t him. He pulled the door all the way open, and it became clear as to what they were concerned by.
As the shower door clicked all the way open, Fin watched as a simple but crude series of wires attached between the the door and the shower handle pulled the cold water lever all the way on, sending a cascade of frigid water onto the two bound actresses.
"MMMF! HMPH HM MMMF HMMMMMFFFF!"
Gal and Ana began writhing with and against each other as the cascade of water fell down on their heads, shocking each of them into a frantic, wrenching attempt to free themselves. Unsure of what to do, Fin stepped quickly into the shower with the two women and closed the door behind him, loosening the cord around the handle, and allowing him to turn the water off himself. Now also blasted by the water, Fin looked toward the two bound actresses, now standing nearly on top of them. All three laughed in between violent bouts of shivering.
"I'm sorry I didn't see that one coming, ladies," Fin said, trying not to shake as the cold gripped his whole body. Both women grunted involuntarily into their taped lips as they continued shivering.
"Should we get you two warmed up?"
“Mmmmph hmmmph!" Gal and Ana nodded up at Fin anxiously.
Fin took a second before reaching again to the shower door. As he was about to push the door open enough for the three of them to exit without activating the trap again, he turned back to look at the two bound starlets. He found himself mesmerized at how each of the women could looks so delciate and yet so powerful in their bodies, even now, taped up from head to toe, their hair drenched, their bodies shivering. A terrible idea began to form in Fin's head
We don't need to leave the shower to warm ourselves up, do we?'
"MMMMPH??" Ana peered in confusion at FIn and mumbled something into her gag.
"I think we can stay right here and just turn the warm water on. Wouldn't want to waste the chance to shower with you two - that would just be inconsiderate at this point, wouldn't it?"
"ННННМММММ|!" Gal's dark brown eyes grew wide as she began furiously shimmying in her black suit, failing to stretch the Gorilla tape enough to break free.
In fact, the first thing to do in the field when preventing hypothermia is to remove your clothes - didn't you all learn anything in spy training?" Fin grinned widely while both of the bound actresses moaned in protest. In one smooth movement. Fin untied the ropes holding the two women back to back at the waist, un looped the rope around their necks, and turned them both to face him, admiring how they fought to keep their balance in the small confines of the shower. He studies their clothing, and noticed an alarmingly appealing detail within both of their outfits - a single zipper that extended from their neckline down below their waists.
"Let's see if this helps," Fin said coyly, grabbing the zipper on the front of both women's spy suits with both of his hands, and pulling down slowly, to the vocalized dismay of both his soaked prisoners.
Their suits came undone just enough to expose both of their shoulders down to their modest chest and belly buttons. Fin couldn't help staring as both of their bare torsos continued to quiver from the cold, sending small shimmers up through their stomachs and exposed breasts. Fin quickly reached between them, turning the water of the shower back on, this time to a pleasant, sauna-level of heat. He watched Ana's shoulders clench upward as the water hit her in the back of the neck by surprise, and fell in small rivers down her newly bare skin.
"MMMMMPH!" Gal glared at Finn, demanding something he couldn't quite decipher.
"You're right!" Fin felt the need to shout nearly over the sound of the shower. "It's a little crowded in here!" Both of the women squirmed in place.
"You two are trained spies, right? How about a quick test of your skills?" Fin grinned as the two women rolled their eyes and groaned into their gags. "One of you has to escape, or has toconvince me to free you. The other gets left in here with the cold water until Wilson comes to collect you. Deal?"
'MMMMF! HMMMPH MMM HM MMF HMM FFFMM!" Gal Gadot's eyes grew even wider with rage and with fight, as she began tearing at the air behind her with her bound wrists, shaking her upper body in feeble attempts to get free, all while shielding her face from the cascading water.
"HMM MMFFFF HMM!I!" She grew increasingly exasperated as the lack of space in the shower prevented her from gaining any leverage. Fin became lost watching the tall, slender woman contort herself in vain, marveling at the many shapers her skin could make beneath the tape that bound her limbs together, her sharp jaw straining against the tape on her lips.
Throughout her struggling. Gal failed to notice her counterpart attempting a completely different strategy. Before Gal had bothered to look at her fellow kidnapped actress, Ana had already maneuvered herself down to her knees, catching the full force of the falling water on her head. “Mmmmmf. Hmmmmmmmffff.” Ana strained to keep her eyes open as she looked up at Fin, nuzzling the front of his pants with her nose and face. “Mmmmf?”
“I’m sorry. But that was faster than I thought, Gal. I’m afraid Ana has made an offer I can’t refuse.”
Gal’s narrowed as she shrieked in disbelief into her taped lips, watching in horror as Fin looped the rope back around her neck, connecting her to the shower head. Fin reached down slowly and peeled the tape from Ana’s lips.