“You degenerate, treasonous snake! I trusted you! I—mmmpggghh!”
Mikaela’s furious accusations came to an abrupt halt as the pecker gag was wedged tightly in her mouth, completing her bondage and reducing the blonde beauty’s words to meaningless animal grunts. “Well, that was your mistake, sweetheart,” Mr. Fredrickson scornfully replied, taking a moment to ensure her wrist bonds were secure. “There we are, nice and tight. Just what I like to see on stupid sluts like you.”
“Mmpgghhh!” Mikaela shouted in protest, pale features going red with anger at the insult, while sea-green eyes stared vengefully at the private detective. With the police no closer in finding her sister Grace, Mikaela had been forced to turn to him for help, and until today, she would have said their partnership was going well. His services were expensive, for sure, but between her investigating the major clubs around the city to look for clues and him identifying and analysing them, they were making steady progress. Indeed, today looked to be no different, hence her rather provocative outfit of a low-cut leather top, tight-fitting leather pants and high-heeled leather boots that ran up to her thighs. She certainly hadn’t been expecting a foul-smelling cloth to be shoved over her nose and mouth, nor to wake up and discover her supposed ally in the process of tying her up at the wrists, ankles and beneath her perfect breasts. Squirming against the ropes, Mikaela felt her anger steadily grow, both at the detective for betraying her… and at herself for being so easily taken in by this snake pretending to be a man. “Mmpppggh, mmmppggghhh! MMMMPPPGGGHHH!”
“Why are you looking so mad, beautiful? You’re going to find out what happened to that sister of yours, like I promised.” Mikaela’s eyes went wide with shock and terror, and Fredrickson gave a cruel laugh at the sight. “See, being a gumshoe doesn’t really pay the bills, but there’s a lot of money to be made in selling cute girls like you and her overseas. The Saudi prince was more than happy with his purchase of Grace.” A stray hand ran along the neckline of her top to caress her bare, smooth skin. “Imagine how much more dough I can get for completing the set?”
“MMMPGGGHH! MMMPGGGGHHHH!” Mikaela thrashed in her bondage like a wild animal, yet the ropes remained tight and unyielding about her lithe body. “MMMPPGGGHHH!”
“Thought you’d be more grateful, seeing how tight you and your sister are,” the detective said, oozing all the warmth and charm of a poisonous serpent. “Just relax, sweetheart. A short trip overseas, and you won’t have to worry about her anymore…”