BIRGIT COMPTON'S
BONDAGE PHOTO-STORIES - Page thirty one
BONDAGE PHOTO-STORIES - Page thirty one
A new photo-story in which we meet Astrid, a loyal employee of Compton Industries, who runs into
a spot of bother in the world of industrial espionage, blackmail and, of course, bondage . . . .
a spot of bother in the world of industrial espionage, blackmail and, of course, bondage . . . .
When Astrid arrived home on Friday night after another busy week at Compton Industries, she was looking forward to nothing
more than kicking her heels off and putting her feet up. Things didn't work out quite like that.
more than kicking her heels off and putting her feet up. Things didn't work out quite like that.
There's was something odd about the room, had she really left
that stuff laying out on the table like that ? She dismissed the
thought, she was just tired. It had been one of those days.
One of those weeks, in fact.
that stuff laying out on the table like that ? She dismissed the
thought, she was just tired. It had been one of those days.
One of those weeks, in fact.
"Was that noise in my apartment ?", Astrid soon dismissed the
thought. She was just too tired, she needed an early night tonight.
thought. She was just too tired, she needed an early night tonight.
In fact Astrid's paranoia was well founded, she was being observed by an unseen intruder from the moment she opened the front-door.
While her back was turned the intruder crept up behind her and clamped a chloroform soaked rag over Astrid's mouth.
Crying out and a pathetic struggle later, she had slumped unconscious to the floor. Oh my . . . .
Crying out and a pathetic struggle later, she had slumped unconscious to the floor. Oh my . . . .
The intruder stood over the prostrate form of poor Astrid, what were his intentions ?! ( Dramatic crescendo of music . . . )
Coming soon - the opening video clip of this new bondage saga !!
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