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DiP_1014 - The Handsey Bandit™ Hangs Up on Hannah
Hannah Shaw stood in the center of her living room, a vision of summer elegance in a flowing light green dress, engrossed in a phone conversation. She felt safe, secure in her home, unaware that the line was about to be cut. The Handsey Bandit™, hooded and silent, had already breached her sanctuary. He moved with predatory speed, emerging from behind the sofa. Before Hannah could even register the threat, a white cloth drenched in chloroform was clamped brutally over her nose and mouth. Her phone clattered to the floor, her muffled screams lost in the chemical fumes as she slumped back into her attacker's arms, dragging her down into darkness.
With his victim unconscious on the floor, the Bandit lived up to his name. He wasted no time in stripping the green dress from Hannah's limp body, tossing it aside to leave her exposed and vulnerable, topless and wearing only a pair of vibrant purple panties. With her flesh bared, he took the liberty of groping and fondling her breasts, asserting his total ownership over his helpless prize.
Then, the binding began. He produced a length of stark white rope. He rolled Hannah onto her stomach and wrenched her arms behind her back, binding her wrists tight. He moved to her ankles, lashing them together securely. But simple restraint wasn't enough; he pulled her bound ankles up toward her wrists, straining her back and locking her into a severe, inescapable hogtie. To ensure her silence, a white cloth gag was forced between her lips and tied securely behind her head. The Handsey Bandit™ stood back to admire his work: Hannah Shaw, stripped, fondled, and trussed up like a turkey, left on the floor as a silent, naked trophy of his visit.
Hannah Shaw stood in the center of her living room, a vision of summer elegance in a flowing light green dress, engrossed in a phone conversation. She felt safe, secure in her home, unaware that the line was about to be cut. The Handsey Bandit™, hooded and silent, had already breached her sanctuary. He moved with predatory speed, emerging from behind the sofa. Before Hannah could even register the threat, a white cloth drenched in chloroform was clamped brutally over her nose and mouth. Her phone clattered to the floor, her muffled screams lost in the chemical fumes as she slumped back into her attacker's arms, dragging her down into darkness.
With his victim unconscious on the floor, the Bandit lived up to his name. He wasted no time in stripping the green dress from Hannah's limp body, tossing it aside to leave her exposed and vulnerable, topless and wearing only a pair of vibrant purple panties. With her flesh bared, he took the liberty of groping and fondling her breasts, asserting his total ownership over his helpless prize.
Then, the binding began. He produced a length of stark white rope. He rolled Hannah onto her stomach and wrenched her arms behind her back, binding her wrists tight. He moved to her ankles, lashing them together securely. But simple restraint wasn't enough; he pulled her bound ankles up toward her wrists, straining her back and locking her into a severe, inescapable hogtie. To ensure her silence, a white cloth gag was forced between her lips and tied securely behind her head. The Handsey Bandit™ stood back to admire his work: Hannah Shaw, stripped, fondled, and trussed up like a turkey, left on the floor as a silent, naked trophy of his visit.
