BIRGIT COMPTON'S
BONDAGE PHOTO STORIES - Page thirty-seven
BONDAGE PHOTO STORIES - Page thirty-seven
Last time we saw how the masked intruder holding the top secret file had persuaded Astrid to pose for some
photographs in her underwear in return for being given back the file, thus saving her job.
This was surely the happy ending to our story - or was there yet another twist ?
photographs in her underwear in return for being given back the file, thus saving her job.
This was surely the happy ending to our story - or was there yet another twist ?
Once freed from her bonds and back in her clothes, the masked intruder's
phone rang. After a long call with a mysterious caller, the masked intruder
dropped another bombshell. The file had been reported missing to the
police and a reward was being offered for it's safe return. Astrid was
aghast, now she was in even bigger trouble than she had thought, previously
she planned to get the file back and return it before it was missed, now she
probably faced not only losing her job but being arrested too ! The
masked intruder struck a deal with her, if she came back in the morning she
could go to the police with the file and they would split the reward. Was
Astrid going to fall for that one ? On past performance she just might . . . . . .
phone rang. After a long call with a mysterious caller, the masked intruder
dropped another bombshell. The file had been reported missing to the
police and a reward was being offered for it's safe return. Astrid was
aghast, now she was in even bigger trouble than she had thought, previously
she planned to get the file back and return it before it was missed, now she
probably faced not only losing her job but being arrested too ! The
masked intruder struck a deal with her, if she came back in the morning she
could go to the police with the file and they would split the reward. Was
Astrid going to fall for that one ? On past performance she just might . . . . . .
Astrid was already spending the reward money in her head by the time she returned to the masked intruder's hotel room. She'd put her on favourite new
Karen Millen dress to look her best and was wondering which clothes shops to hit first when she was jumped as soon as she strode in the door.
Moments later she was writhing in handcuffs on the bed, the top secret file laying teasingly by her side . . . . .
Karen Millen dress to look her best and was wondering which clothes shops to hit first when she was jumped as soon as she strode in the door.
Moments later she was writhing in handcuffs on the bed, the top secret file laying teasingly by her side . . . . .
The masked intruder sat down and calmly told Astrid that she had been duped all along, there was no police search, they still didn't know it was missing.
In fact he worked for the white slave trade and had negotiated a fine price for her with an Arab from Saudi Arabia, the file was just a lucky coincidence
and he was going to be able to get a good price for that too. It was turning out to be a good day's work, he laughed. Astrid wasn't laughing . . . . .
In fact he worked for the white slave trade and had negotiated a fine price for her with an Arab from Saudi Arabia, the file was just a lucky coincidence
and he was going to be able to get a good price for that too. It was turning out to be a good day's work, he laughed. Astrid wasn't laughing . . . . .
He said he just needed to call the Arab buyer to arrange the pick-up and then Astrid would be 'wrapped up' and dispatched to the airport for transit
to the middle-east. Astrid's protests became too loud, he said, and he was forced to gag her to keep her quiet while he made his call . . . .
to the middle-east. Astrid's protests became too loud, he said, and he was forced to gag her to keep her quiet while he made his call . . . .
Where is this story going next ?! If I were a betting man then I'd say nowhere good so far as Astrid is concerned.
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