Lissa Love & Chantelle – “Mmmmbbbllmm, Gggmmmpphhh, Uuummmpphh!!” Roughly Translates to: “Help Us, We’re Back Here!” (Borderland Bound)
Out near Rejection Marshes, there is an old, run down house. It’s just a jot down the hill from the Old MillHouse, and there be crooks hiding out here. Crooks who are almost ready to move on. If not for the two meddling beauties they have stashed bound and gagged in an upstairs bathroom, they might have already hightailed it. Now they need to figure out what to do with the pair of naked babes…
We join the downright beautiful Chantelle (nude – requirements – don’t ask) with her perfect, toned thighs crossed, immaculate bare feet pointed, just looking as ultra-hot as ever, on the phone to her partner, Lissa. The duo are, you guessed it, detectives undercover. Or without cover, physically, we should say, for they are posing as local nudists, who have been out near the marshes having a picnic. The idea is not to arouse suspicion (though we can’t guarantee much else not being aroused) and so they have blended in for the afternoon. Chantelle bided her time before slipping away unnoticed. Lissa will be doing the same, in due course.
Having let herself into the old place, Chantelle’s mission is to see what clues she can unearth regarding some stolen diamonds from a local jewellers in the village high street. It is believed that a gang of thugs operating out of the city have been on somewhat of a spree. And the girls believe they have tracked them here. Turns out one of these heinous criminals is presently home, and now hiding from her upstairs.
Hanging up her call, the mouth-watering lovely stealths her way up there, giving us all exactly what we came here for; those of us who very much enjoy seeing a lot of buttock and silky sole, before entering mysterious, darkened rooms. Searching for a flashlight (the bulb ain’t working in there) she starts back out but suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a bizarre white-gloved paw snakes out and seizes her tightly over the mouth. While the busty beauty struggles, she is bundled back into the room, where we have enough light to see all we could ever want…
The lithesome brunette struggles passionately, tightly roped hand and foot. She has a thick cloth gag in her mouth, stopping her from calling out. This villain needs time to think and he doesn’t want to hear her mouth. But then he hears instead the sound (just as he did of this little one) of somebody else entering the house. He had better conceal himself again, and be ready to strike…
Busty hottie Lissa Love, Chantelle’s erstwhile partner, makes her way up the stairs, drawn to the muffled pleas for help drifting down from above. Finding her gagged and tied in this back room, Lissa is shocked and immediately goes for her gag. With her back turned, and Chantelle unable to warn her, the villain gets the drop. He soon has the wriggling blonde hogbound on the deck and before she can reason with him too much, he violently gags her while Chantelle twists helplessly up on a ripped and rundown red couch.
The girls are groped and played with before being locked away, unable to summon any form of assistance, so tightly are they bound. Instead, they content themselves with mumbling very, very sexily and writhing around while those tight gags their mouths. Is there really no way out of this?? Hoping that others from the nudist colony will have seen them enter the house, after all, and come looking, the bound and gagged lady detectives continue struggling urgently. This goon wants to find out who they are, but his main priority is protecting the gang and their hauls. If these two meddlers had just strutted along a day later, they’d have been long gone. But they hand to push it didn’t they….? Well, he’ll make the bitches pay for that…
As both chicks squirm around, making much of their hot, beautiful bare feet, he fetches more rope for them. He has an idea to keep them extra quiet, and extra uncomfortable! Soon bound up in wooden chairs, stashed inside an in need of repair bathroom, the girls are tightly (and we mean that) gagged with handkerchiefs. Unable to move their lips, and with their eyes fair crossing under the extreme pressure of the gags, the babes shift around, grimacing every time the rope bound up in their crotches yanks on that trussing up their thick tits (which he squeezes and pinches some more). This was the plan. Keep them restrained in such a way that they’ll be constantly regretting their very captivity.
All turkey-trussed in these chairs, unable to do anything but gag-mumble and twist around, the ladies are locked inside while the rest of the hauls are hastily taken out. The cars start pulling up near the marshes and the rest of the gang are back to assist. Told about the two bimbos tied up in the bog, they laugh and move faster. By the time they get found – IF they get found – they’ll be a distant memory. Oh, and he has done all too well tying their crotches up too. The humiliation of it all when their fellow cops find their asses… Mmmmmrrrrmmmpppphh!! This IS Chantelle and Lissa at their finest. Man these two now how to strain against those ropes and detective gags. Hotter shiz there could not possibly be!
