"All right, let's punish these b-tches," I say in a confident tone, "Get the French one first."
"Move it," Pearl opens the door to the pantry, "C'mon, Genevieve. Get out there."
"NMMMMM!" the big strong French girl dares to defy us like an absolute fool.
"MOVE IT!" then the cowgirl grabs the captive and practically shoves her out of the pantry, "I told you to move, so move! That goes for you three dumb buxom broads too! Do what I say!"
Buxom broads. They wish! Genevieve's breasts are too small for buxom; Maddy's sag way too much; Kaci-Lee's are too squishy. Clearly Pearl doesn't know what a buxom broad even though she's as close to it as Genevieve—but Pearl's not a dumb broad. She's tall and strong, and to me she's only competition if a man wants a taller woman. Breaking these broads could be fun. For your reference, the best place to capture a bunch of women is at the local swimming pool. Still, our boss is likely hoping that we will have extracted information out of these before her return.
Out of the pantry hops the first of the three dumb not-so-buxom broads, the supremely strong yet cerebral Genevieve Badeaux, a woman with little fat, strong bones, a knack for getting torqued in unnatural ways, and a gluttony for our punishments. If you won't talk, you get punished. If you get punished repeatedly, maybe you like it. She thinks she can stare me down because she's a bit taller than me, but she can't. I look into her eyes, and I strike to dominate her instead.
Each one of these broads must be secured differently so they see the full potential of our wrath before they dare to defy us any further than they have. This brown-eyed girl thought she had the advantage because of her size, but the orange parachute cord that bound her wrists and ankles is now only the beginning of her captivity. All defiance must be punished with strict bondage.
Using the orange cords to squeeze her elbows tightly together is such a pleasure I apply such vile pressure on both sides of her elbows that she immediately realizes she's in danger even before I push her onto the chilling stainless steel counter on her stomach and sit on her back. This setting is perhaps the most empowering part of all for Pearl and me. They have it coming for not talking to us and telling us what we want to know. As a result, it's time to force them to talk… or end.
We're holding these women captive in a restaurant kitchen, and it's full of all sorts of weapons to use against these ladies as we desire. Everything in here is stainless steel. The floor consists of a classic brick red tile that is abrasive enough for grip but easy to clean and black grout that makes it easy to hide any food spills. The steel is in the counters, appliances, shelves, sink, and even in the big walk-in refrigerator! It's the last space where you'd expect a spy interrogation to occur.
"Well, Miss Badeaux, I suspect you're wishing you'd talked to me now," I smugly sneer at her.
"Nmmm mmmm," the captive spy dares to show me resistance and strength.
"GUH HMMMMMMM!" Maddy wails loudly while Pearl leads her out of the closet.
"GRRRMPH!" Kaci-Lee shakes and fights and shoots daggers… but she still hops on command!
Can't she tell that she's losing? We're spies, which means we're trained to interrogate and also to eliminate as is necessary. She deserves to have this parachute cord torturing her limbs and body. Well, I'm sorry, Miss Badeaux, but you don't need that bikini top anymore. Really, what's the point with the bandana? It's white like your bikini. You must want a more adjustable type of outfit or something with all those knots. Meh, it's actually cute but not my thing. A harness will truss up those tits nicely and add some more pressure to those arms. Ah ha, and this waist-crotch cord is going to be super annoying with how tightly it's hugging both of your cracks!
Let's see. Ahhh, let's truss up those legs next. That muscle will do you no good with how tightly I am binding these gams together. Six cords on your legs and a little one on your big toes should be sufficient. That orange parachute cord is nice and tight and not about to loosen anytime in the near future. A ruthless hogtie connecting your ankles and your elbows should prove I mean real business now. Still, more is needed. Ah ha! The bandana is my weapon now.
Slip the bandana over Miss Badeaux's eyes so she cannot see what I do to her from her on out. A good revision of the knot on that headband will make sure it stays put, and a tightening of all the straps on the head harness will help. That 2.5 inches of blue silicone is deliciously forcing her to drool, and tightening the straps so much that her face will be tattooed with dents should help. An emanation of any kind would be helpful: shrieking, yelling, etc. Too tough for her own good. At best, I get a slight grunt of disdain or frustration when the straps are cranked tight. Time to show a little intimidation by putting this girl in the sink. Tying her toes to the harness will help, too.
Oh, Pearl, I'm so glad you chose me to be your assistant because you're so freaking evil! Look at you using that pole-board to absolutely rock that Kaci-Lee's world. Oh, Katya would be tickled if she stepped into this kitchen right now. The pole-board consists of long parallel boards to bind the legs to it rigidly and has a vertical metal pipe (pole) that is used to secure the torso. Look in a dictionary for "evil genius" to find a picture of Pearl Posse. Kaci-Lee's arms have been pulled around the pipe and tied together in four places with adequately long but not too long stripes of speaker wire, because why not? She has eight strips of the material binding her legs. The rotten waist-crotch wire and the harness are tight and thoroughly objectify the blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl's body. She is giving that pole the most inimical backwards hug imaginable.
The creator of these pole-boards needs serious help. The board is painted aquamarine, which is a perfect complement to Kaci-Lee's pink and purple tiedye bikini. Too bad the bikini top is filling her mouth at the moment. All of the bolts and such are raw for a stark contrast. A steel threaded flange connects the pipe to the boards.
Along the board and the pipes are well-spaced 2 inch notches that appear to be harmless looking, sanded smooth. The notches are about all 3 inches deep along the sides of the board and maybe half an inch deep along the poles. Each of those notches gives a point into which restraints can be buried to prevent slipping. Yes, Kaci-Lee's legs and body are so viciously bound, and then on top of the bonds each one of the notches is utilized to secure the bound body to the pole-board!
SHHNNNNKKKK! and the rubber feet make the pole-board sound just divine.
"GRRMMMPH!" alas, poor Kaci-Lee has her bikini top stuffed in her mouth under five wraps of nasty, skin-tearing black duct tape since she's being silenced for good, "GRRMMMPH!"
"Ahhhhhhh," I laugh in the b-tch's face, "Ha ha ha haaaaa! Sucks to suck… on your bikini!"
"GRRMMMPH!" the blue eyes kept that fiery spirit fighting against us, "GRRMMMPH!"
"Go ahead, Kaci-Lee! Keep trying," Pearl taunts the girl, "You'll never escape this bondage!"
"Mmmm… pathetically squishy," I comment with an unwelcome groping of Kaci-Lee's tits.
Gosh, let's now take care of this broad with the sagging tits. Maddy Vee is the weird one of them for sure. Like, seriously, she's proud of this image? She's big-boned and not too ripped, which is all right—I guess—but the curly brown hair is so freaking messy it looks like a rat's nest or even the Black Forest. The hair is dark brown like her eyes and makes her look more Mediterranean than her skin tone suggests. The black bikini does nothing to keep the tits from purview, and the black bandana she wears as a kerchief to hold her hair back just makes her look old-fashioned in an edge-queen-wannabe kind of way. Like, seriously, this was the best you could do? At least a patternless scarf would be better so that it matches the solid bikini. Her only redeeming quality is the size of those tits. This one will go in the fridge to meet her end, for certain.
Bright orange parachute cord hogtie for Genevieve; speaker wire and a pole-board for Kaci-Lee; classic brown rope and a chair tie for Maddy. Sit her on the wooden chair so that the harness and waist-crotch rope are tight and cleave to her ass and p-ssy cracks as rudely as possible and crush her body and arms against the chair and each other. Pearl ties Maddy's legs in six places with an extremely stringent rope from the ankles to the chair frame. Tethers run from her knees towards the chair legs, and another secures her waist and thighs to the seat. Nowhere to go. Now, she is practically part of the chair with her special gag: Pearl's socks in her mouth under Gorilla tape I wrapped around Maddy's head several times. She tries to talk, but her jaws are totally sealed.
"You have done vell," I hear that distinctive voice behind me, "Vhat vill our wictims face next?"
"We've interrogated them, and not they all received a stiff and strict bondage," Pearl answers.
"Wery good. If ve are done vith them, it is time to wanquish them," Katya Ivanova orders us.
Katya Ivanova was not a woman to be taken lightly. Despite her size, she's strong, fierce, and indomitable. The black catsuit and black ankle boots make it clear she is here for business of a ferocious nature, and these women have reached the end of their leash. Her steps CLACK! on the red tile while she surveys the scene in her shiny latex gear. The bluish-gray eyes and the dirty-blonde hair seem unlike a ruthless killer-for-hire, but Pearl and I were among the only ones she knew could trust in this new country. Money doesn't sway our loyalty despite efforts that we had—Mua ha!—wanquished together. The black fanny pack hides instruments of torture.
The glimmering eye of Katya studied each girl carefully, checking and approving their binding in a sinister manner. Across three captives, she only adjusted a single bond. Of the three, only that French broad in the sink even can move. The other two are so brutally fastened to the chair and the pole-board that the furniture moves instead of them. SHHNNNNKKKK! for the board and GRNNNNNNNNN! for the chair. Screaming and wailing is plentiful!
"So, Miss Badeaux," Katya first studied Genevieve, "You vill not talk to us?"
"Nmmmmm!" Genevieve spills more drool into the big puddle she has made of her own spittle.
"Fine. You drown then," my employer turns on the sink to full blast, "Talk, or you vill drown."
With a sway in her step and her hands on her hips, Katya approaches Kaci-Lee and kneels next to the blonde. Kaci-Lee's back is rigidly upright because of the metal pole, and the bikini top in her mouth stymies her speech. Instead, Katya smirks, reaches into her classic fanny-pack, and puts a pair of nipple clips on Kaci-Lee's nipples, getting a loud "EEEEEK! GRRRRMMMPH!" out of the defiant young woman. The Russian spy nods her head, stands, and mutters, "Scarves would have been sexier for that one. But, too late. Now to the floppy breasted woman."
"If Kaci-Lee will not talk, tape her nose shut."
"GMMMMMMMMM!" Maddy wails pitifully.
"You," Katya mindlessly gropes the saggy tits as a power play, "are afraid to die, yes?"
"Nmmmmm," the captive shook her head, but she was afraid of something.
"Don't vorry. Ve won't suffocate you. Put her in fridge. She vill talk in time if others don't."
"Yes, ma'am," Pearl, a tall girl, easily dragged the chair into the walk-in refrigerator.
"You vant the wictory of death or surrender," Katya questioned Genevieve.
"GMMMMM!" the French girl hit her breaking point, "EEEEEKKKKKKKKKKK!"
Katya motions to me and to the captive in the sink, and I walk over to her and see Genevieve is thrashing wildly and fighting like her life counts on it while water laps up around her chin. I motion towards Kaci-Lee and begin manipulating the drain so that the water does not rise up any further but doesn't go down either. The water is actually a nice temperature, and it feels like it'd be nice for taking the most hilarious bath on the planet. Who would bathe in this?!
"EEEEEKKKKKKKKKKK! GUHHHHHH HUH HUH HUHHHHHH!" Genevieve repeats it.
"Don't worry," I whisper in her ear, "Keep it up. You're almost there."
"Gnnnnnnn," she whimpers and nods her head in acknowledgment of my bizarre encouragement.
"Rest in peace, Kaci-Lee," Katya uses duct tape to seal Kaci-Lee's nose shut to smother her.
"Nnnnkkkkkkk!" the breathless girl wails at her suffocation and snaps her fingers five times.
THE END
The Restaurant: Stiff and Strict
Duration of Film: Approximately 58 minutes
Saturday, September 26, 2020
| Featuring | Model Name | As |
|---|---|---|
| Ashley Calland | Genevieve Badeaux | Captive #1 |
| Mary-Ann Jamison | Maddy Vee | Captive #2 |
| Alexandra Watkins | Kaci-Lee Masters | Captive #3 |
| Mackenzie Schaefer | Nichole Shockman | Captor #1 |
| Brooke Meeks | Pearl Posse | Captor #2 |
| Kylie Svensson | Star Blue | Katya Ivanova |
| Jackie Martin | Missy Mischief | Camera |
| Nichole Petersen | Paulina Oliveira | Camera |
| Felice Pryce | Roxanne Rutledge | Safety |
| Destiny Reilly | Destiny Child | Safety |
"NKKKKKKKKK!" Alexandra orgasmed from the suffocation before the tape came off.
"How completely typical of you," Brook shook her head and laughed at Alexandra.
Never in my life have I heard a scream that loud except when I was in prison and that one crazy girl stabbed another with a pencil. That's the only time in my life that I was truly scared, and I'd never seen Ashley tap out during filming before. To see her so terrified shook me to the core. I did my best to keep her comfortable and succeeded.
"Mackenzie," Ashley smiled after I removed her gag, "I need some time alone in my hogtie, but I cannot thank you enough for your attentiveness."
"You're welcome. Truth be told, I was scared too," I admitted to her, "For your sake."
For those wondering, Katya Ivanova is Kylie's favorite TV character from Snoop Troop; it is neither the first nor last time Kylie cosplayed as that slippery back-stabbing spy in a film!
UNTIL NEXT TIME
I want to thank Cam-Kelevra from DA for entrusting me with his OC, Katya Ivanova, in this story.