Adara could only sit in her bonds, concentrating on breathing and not choking on the sadistic gag. Her panties, and another pair from an unknown owner were stuffed to capacity in her mouth. A judicious amount of clear tape sealing them in.

She was barely conscious…..the ropes and the harness held her upright, despite her legs feeling like jelly. She dimly remembered leaving the courthouse after the second day of jury duty. The strong arms grabbed her as she was getting into her car, then the world went dark.

Now, hanging limply in the dank basement, the nightmarish gas mask was used to filter in the sedatives. With her mouth taped, she had no choice but to inhale the sweet, sickly fumes. Through the fogged up lenses, she could just about make about the figures in black…..sitting at the table with the video camera, recording her.

So near, yet so far. She strained against the layers of nylon encasing her…..the material was giving, but never releasing. Her escape attempt quickly shutdown as the men entered her home.

Now, after the capture and questioning, the humiliation was complete.

A tape gag wrapped around her mouth and head, sealing in those stale, musky panties from almost a week ago, another pair placed insultingly over her face, the ripe gusset pressed against her nose. Black electrical tape coiled around her pantyhose cocoon, arching her body into a tough hogtie position.

The ropes augmenting the bonds were just insurance as she rolled around on the floor, not being able to see or hear properly from within her bondage.

For whatever debt that was being called in, it seemed like she was representing a significant portion of it. Her husband was nowhere to be found, was he similarly captive, was he even alive??

Or did the cowardly bastard slip away as usual? She couldn’t even deny that was probably the real outcome. She had often covered for his transgressions, but now she herself was caught.