BIRGIT COMPTON'S
BONDAGE PHOTO-STORIES - Page thirty-eight
BONDAGE PHOTO-STORIES - Page thirty-eight
Astrid hoped that she would secure both the top secret file and her release from blackmail at the hands
of the mysterious masked intruder. Now it looks like she will gain neither as she is forced to listen to
phone calls offering the file to one dealer for £25,000 and herself to an Arab slave trader for precisely
the same amount.
of the mysterious masked intruder. Now it looks like she will gain neither as she is forced to listen to
phone calls offering the file to one dealer for £25,000 and herself to an Arab slave trader for precisely
the same amount.
Astrid writhes helplessly on the bed in her underwear as the hand over for the top secret cold water fusion file is discussed on the phone.
After clinching the deal for the hand-over the file, the evil masked intruder amuses himself for awhile,
thrashing first Astrid's pert little backside with his riding crop and then her nipples.
thrashing first Astrid's pert little backside with his riding crop and then her nipples.
He then announces it's time to pack for the journey. Pack Astrid, that is, for her trip toSaudi Arabia,
and tosses some iron manacles, chains and a weird red skin tight suit onto the bed in front of her.
and tosses some iron manacles, chains and a weird red skin tight suit onto the bed in front of her.
Once 'packed', to silence her for the trip her stuffs Astrid's panties into her mouth and seals it up with tape.
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It looks like a trip to Saudi Arabia beckons for poor Astrid, sold like some common piece of property in the white slave trade.
What perils await here there, a quiet life by the pool at some oasis with a cocktail ? Perhaps not . . . . . . (to be continued).
What perils await here there, a quiet life by the pool at some oasis with a cocktail ? Perhaps not . . . . . . (to be continued).