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DiP_113 - Eliminating the Competition - 4K UHD Upscaled
The music from the nightclub was still ringing in their ears as Shannon and Fiona returned to the bedroom, buzzing with excitement about the guy they had just met. He was handsome, charming, and he had sparked a fire in both of them. Fiona, looking striking in a purple satin dress, sat on the bed checking her phone, convinced she had a shot. But Shannon, dressed in a fiery red gown, had already decided she wasn't sharing. While Fiona was distracted, Shannon made her move.
The ambush was swift and silent. Shannon lunged, pressing a cloth soaked in a chemical slumber over Fiona's nose and mouth. Fiona's phone dropped from her hand as she thrashed against her friend, but the fight was short-lived. She slumped onto the green satin duvet, her chances with the guy vanishing along with her consciousness.
With the rival neutralized, Shannon went to work ensuring Fiona wouldn't be waking up to interrupt her date. She produced a length of rope and began to bind Fiona's wrists tightly behind her back. Next, she secured Fiona's ankles, lashing her black heels together. To make absolutely sure Fiona stayed put, Shannon pulled the rope tight, connecting the ankles to the wrists in a harsh hogtie that arched Fiona’s back against the mattress. Finally, a thick black cloth gag was tied securely around Fiona's head, silencing any protests.
Her work done, Shannon stood up and walked to the mirror. She smoothed her red dress, fixed her hair, and checked her reflection, looking every bit the winner. Behind her, Fiona struggled uselessly on the bed, a bound and gagged testament to Shannon's determination. Shannon grabbed her phone to text the guy, ready to claim her prize, leaving her best friend wrapped up and waiting in the dark.
The music from the nightclub was still ringing in their ears as Shannon and Fiona returned to the bedroom, buzzing with excitement about the guy they had just met. He was handsome, charming, and he had sparked a fire in both of them. Fiona, looking striking in a purple satin dress, sat on the bed checking her phone, convinced she had a shot. But Shannon, dressed in a fiery red gown, had already decided she wasn't sharing. While Fiona was distracted, Shannon made her move.
The ambush was swift and silent. Shannon lunged, pressing a cloth soaked in a chemical slumber over Fiona's nose and mouth. Fiona's phone dropped from her hand as she thrashed against her friend, but the fight was short-lived. She slumped onto the green satin duvet, her chances with the guy vanishing along with her consciousness.
With the rival neutralized, Shannon went to work ensuring Fiona wouldn't be waking up to interrupt her date. She produced a length of rope and began to bind Fiona's wrists tightly behind her back. Next, she secured Fiona's ankles, lashing her black heels together. To make absolutely sure Fiona stayed put, Shannon pulled the rope tight, connecting the ankles to the wrists in a harsh hogtie that arched Fiona’s back against the mattress. Finally, a thick black cloth gag was tied securely around Fiona's head, silencing any protests.
Her work done, Shannon stood up and walked to the mirror. She smoothed her red dress, fixed her hair, and checked her reflection, looking every bit the winner. Behind her, Fiona struggled uselessly on the bed, a bound and gagged testament to Shannon's determination. Shannon grabbed her phone to text the guy, ready to claim her prize, leaving her best friend wrapped up and waiting in the dark.
