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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.