Mrs.
Jacky Graham finally awakes from a prolonged period of utter oblivion
following a hard-fought but lost fight with the prostitute she was
observing for her client. Eyes blinking in the suddenly-strong light to
which she has become unaccustomed during her lengthy spell of
eyes-tight-shut forced insensibility, she tries to work out where she
is; when she is; and what has happened to her!
How long was she knocked out for? What time is it? Not clear. It’s dark still but for an artificial light. The soles of her feet feel cold and the awakening snoop realizes she is barefooted. Are her feet poking out of her duvet? Her head aches, dreadfully.
Jacky makes to stretch, to exercise muscles that have been unmoving for a long time. As she does so, she pulls up short, gagging and spluttering as something chokes her about the neck! Panicking, she tries to buck and twist to get out but only multiplies the choking sensation till she is coughing badly - and then she realizes her mouth is blocked - she's been gagged! Of course. She’s not at home. Not in bed. Memories begin to flow back to her. She had been sleuthing, late at night, in her body stocking and bare feet! Her eyes focus at last, upon the mesh covering her arms.
Mrs. Graham recognizes the taste and texture of a cloth cleave gag and it finally brings home to her that she is a captive of another. Then her senses tell her that she is laying upon her front, breasts squashed into the carpeted yet still-hard floor and she further detects that her legs are arched above her back! She can wiggle and flex her feet freely at the ankles - but little more! Jacky twists her head about hopefully, big frightened eyes peering into the dimly lit room, now once more accustomed to light.
Attempts to move her legs- or indeed her head - lead to a rapid repetition of her choking fit so that the tied-up ‘tec realizes that any significant movement of either will constrict her throat and that gentle, controlled movements are essential. Notwithstanding the recent self-throttling, Jacky’s rapidly reviving consciousness enables her to assess that she has been severely hogtied, in an unusual manner such that her ankles are secured by rope to a slip-noose around her neck! Jacky’s arms are in front of her, their wrists tied together; this appears to provide a degree of freedom, but in fact she needs to maintain herself upon her elbows to prevent her head and upper body from falling forward, pulling the rope to her ankles taut and strangling her.
Jacky assesses her own condition. Raticus! Her head hurts, not unsurprisingly given the manner in which she succumbed to her enemy, and so do her breasts, again unsurprisingly. She has sore welts around her wrists and ankles from the ropes- and further welts on her throat from the noose located there, which has crushed her windpipe somewhat, making her speech hoarse were she not already gagged. Her crotch aches too, though she can no longer determine what caused it. Her throat welt is oddest of all.
Further lateral struggling and twisting reveals she has been tied up - very uncomfortably- whilst she was still out for the count. But Mrs. Graham has regained her ability to reason. She's been hogtied before and knows from experience that the hogtied body is very unstable, usually falling to one side. Yet here, she came to laying on her front; not only this, but with only minor pain from the noose about her neck. Yet is she had fallen over to one side, even partially, her legs falling back to their usual place, she might well have strangled to death. Yet this didn't happen! Instead, Jacky came round with her arms placed to hold her head upright; and her experimentation with the balance of the rope stretched twixt ankles and throat has demonstrated to her that if she keeps still, the tautness of the rope is just right to hold her ankles and neck in equilibrium! This is too much of a coincidence. Crap.
It leads Jacky to the conclusion that her call-girl captor has engineered the beastly bondage to torment her, probably for interrogation. Had she wished to top her, kill her, she has had plenty of opportunity to do so whilst the Ayrshire Angel slept her forced sleep. That she has not done so, that she has engineered a bondage designed to perfectly hold her in this tense position and no more, suggests more forceful intentions, such as interrogation. The woman is not in the room at present- but is she watching from behind? Jacky can feels eyes looking upon her, her skin already crawling at the realization that the young tart had been playing around with her unconscious, noodle-limp body and limbs, her hands and fingers deftly handling and pawing her all over as she put together the fiendish hogtie and getting the tension of the ropes just right. How many times did the MILF’s mute, inert form drop to one side or the other like a sack of potatoes? That might explain the pains in her ribs!
Thinking positively however, the dauntless Dalry detective figures that there’s probably still time to get clear, get home and up in time to get breakfast for the kids! Her stricken head whirls with a wave of dizziness but Jacky fights the temptation to give in to it and pass out again. She tries to remember what happened to her. The last thing she remembers is the discordant tinkling crash of smashed ceramic on one side of her skull. Pain exploded- then black nothingness. Now, she is here, awake again. She recalls- that’s right- she was wrestling with a nude woman!
Finding herself suddenly jumped by her erstwhile target, the blonde body stocking barefoot bloodhound fought back courageously and not unskillfully, but her lithe and naked antagonist was half her age and after 10 minutes or more the sexy sleuth, caught in a non-carnal clinch, found her stamina running low before she was able to gain any definite advantage. Her younger, fitter opponent seemed to twist free as if covered in oil, forcing Jacky to try to scramble up after her; but too slowly! The prostitute had grabbed a vase on a table and in a single movement swept it against her head! The resounding crack delivered by the vase shattering onto the side of Mrs. Graham's skull, instantly finishing the fight with her knocked unconscious, has left the mystery solving MILF dazed and disoriented, but she can ascertain she is in the same room in which she was beaten and knocked out.
Now the sassy sleuth from Ayrshire knows that she has been tightly tied up during her period of deep unconsciousness; her body stocking has been unzipped; and she can only speculate upon what else may have been perpetrated upon her fallen, insensate flesh by the heinous hooker who had vanquished her in her lost fight.
"MMMMMMMPPPHHH!! MMMMMMPPPphhhHH!!"
The fastidious feminine forty something finds that she cannot enunciate; she has been gagged whilst her mouth lay slack and open in the grip of nothingness. But the tenacious 'tec realizes there is no answer. She is alone. Don't panic, Jacky old girl!
She must now look to escape. The perpetrator is not present for now, but Jacky is aware that the roping from her ankles to her delicate neck requires her to maintain a tense balance or face choking and possible strangulation!
Trying to release her ring blades to slice through her wrist binds, the Prestwick PI is devastated to discover that these have been removed from her fingers as she lay knocked out on the floor! Flexing her bare feet, the tall blonde considers ways to defeat her bonds, as her recently-bludgeoned brain begins to regain activity as slugged-senseless synapses reignite after their lengthy downtime.
Can Mrs. Graham escape? Will she return home by morning? Her family have no notion of the peril which has befallen the wife and mother!
Can Jacky return home in time to take the kids to school?
Or will she remain, a captive at the mercy of the Ayr-based prostitute who struck her down, defeating the determined detective and obtaining power over her flaccid form?
How long was she knocked out for? What time is it? Not clear. It’s dark still but for an artificial light. The soles of her feet feel cold and the awakening snoop realizes she is barefooted. Are her feet poking out of her duvet? Her head aches, dreadfully.
Jacky makes to stretch, to exercise muscles that have been unmoving for a long time. As she does so, she pulls up short, gagging and spluttering as something chokes her about the neck! Panicking, she tries to buck and twist to get out but only multiplies the choking sensation till she is coughing badly - and then she realizes her mouth is blocked - she's been gagged! Of course. She’s not at home. Not in bed. Memories begin to flow back to her. She had been sleuthing, late at night, in her body stocking and bare feet! Her eyes focus at last, upon the mesh covering her arms.
Mrs. Graham recognizes the taste and texture of a cloth cleave gag and it finally brings home to her that she is a captive of another. Then her senses tell her that she is laying upon her front, breasts squashed into the carpeted yet still-hard floor and she further detects that her legs are arched above her back! She can wiggle and flex her feet freely at the ankles - but little more! Jacky twists her head about hopefully, big frightened eyes peering into the dimly lit room, now once more accustomed to light.
Attempts to move her legs- or indeed her head - lead to a rapid repetition of her choking fit so that the tied-up ‘tec realizes that any significant movement of either will constrict her throat and that gentle, controlled movements are essential. Notwithstanding the recent self-throttling, Jacky’s rapidly reviving consciousness enables her to assess that she has been severely hogtied, in an unusual manner such that her ankles are secured by rope to a slip-noose around her neck! Jacky’s arms are in front of her, their wrists tied together; this appears to provide a degree of freedom, but in fact she needs to maintain herself upon her elbows to prevent her head and upper body from falling forward, pulling the rope to her ankles taut and strangling her.
Jacky assesses her own condition. Raticus! Her head hurts, not unsurprisingly given the manner in which she succumbed to her enemy, and so do her breasts, again unsurprisingly. She has sore welts around her wrists and ankles from the ropes- and further welts on her throat from the noose located there, which has crushed her windpipe somewhat, making her speech hoarse were she not already gagged. Her crotch aches too, though she can no longer determine what caused it. Her throat welt is oddest of all.
Further lateral struggling and twisting reveals she has been tied up - very uncomfortably- whilst she was still out for the count. But Mrs. Graham has regained her ability to reason. She's been hogtied before and knows from experience that the hogtied body is very unstable, usually falling to one side. Yet here, she came to laying on her front; not only this, but with only minor pain from the noose about her neck. Yet is she had fallen over to one side, even partially, her legs falling back to their usual place, she might well have strangled to death. Yet this didn't happen! Instead, Jacky came round with her arms placed to hold her head upright; and her experimentation with the balance of the rope stretched twixt ankles and throat has demonstrated to her that if she keeps still, the tautness of the rope is just right to hold her ankles and neck in equilibrium! This is too much of a coincidence. Crap.
It leads Jacky to the conclusion that her call-girl captor has engineered the beastly bondage to torment her, probably for interrogation. Had she wished to top her, kill her, she has had plenty of opportunity to do so whilst the Ayrshire Angel slept her forced sleep. That she has not done so, that she has engineered a bondage designed to perfectly hold her in this tense position and no more, suggests more forceful intentions, such as interrogation. The woman is not in the room at present- but is she watching from behind? Jacky can feels eyes looking upon her, her skin already crawling at the realization that the young tart had been playing around with her unconscious, noodle-limp body and limbs, her hands and fingers deftly handling and pawing her all over as she put together the fiendish hogtie and getting the tension of the ropes just right. How many times did the MILF’s mute, inert form drop to one side or the other like a sack of potatoes? That might explain the pains in her ribs!
Thinking positively however, the dauntless Dalry detective figures that there’s probably still time to get clear, get home and up in time to get breakfast for the kids! Her stricken head whirls with a wave of dizziness but Jacky fights the temptation to give in to it and pass out again. She tries to remember what happened to her. The last thing she remembers is the discordant tinkling crash of smashed ceramic on one side of her skull. Pain exploded- then black nothingness. Now, she is here, awake again. She recalls- that’s right- she was wrestling with a nude woman!
Finding herself suddenly jumped by her erstwhile target, the blonde body stocking barefoot bloodhound fought back courageously and not unskillfully, but her lithe and naked antagonist was half her age and after 10 minutes or more the sexy sleuth, caught in a non-carnal clinch, found her stamina running low before she was able to gain any definite advantage. Her younger, fitter opponent seemed to twist free as if covered in oil, forcing Jacky to try to scramble up after her; but too slowly! The prostitute had grabbed a vase on a table and in a single movement swept it against her head! The resounding crack delivered by the vase shattering onto the side of Mrs. Graham's skull, instantly finishing the fight with her knocked unconscious, has left the mystery solving MILF dazed and disoriented, but she can ascertain she is in the same room in which she was beaten and knocked out.
Now the sassy sleuth from Ayrshire knows that she has been tightly tied up during her period of deep unconsciousness; her body stocking has been unzipped; and she can only speculate upon what else may have been perpetrated upon her fallen, insensate flesh by the heinous hooker who had vanquished her in her lost fight.
"MMMMMMMPPPHHH!! MMMMMMPPPphhhHH!!"
The fastidious feminine forty something finds that she cannot enunciate; she has been gagged whilst her mouth lay slack and open in the grip of nothingness. But the tenacious 'tec realizes there is no answer. She is alone. Don't panic, Jacky old girl!
She must now look to escape. The perpetrator is not present for now, but Jacky is aware that the roping from her ankles to her delicate neck requires her to maintain a tense balance or face choking and possible strangulation!
Trying to release her ring blades to slice through her wrist binds, the Prestwick PI is devastated to discover that these have been removed from her fingers as she lay knocked out on the floor! Flexing her bare feet, the tall blonde considers ways to defeat her bonds, as her recently-bludgeoned brain begins to regain activity as slugged-senseless synapses reignite after their lengthy downtime.
Can Mrs. Graham escape? Will she return home by morning? Her family have no notion of the peril which has befallen the wife and mother!
Can Jacky return home in time to take the kids to school?
Or will she remain, a captive at the mercy of the Ayr-based prostitute who struck her down, defeating the determined detective and obtaining power over her flaccid form?
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