Courtney: Gym Bag in Hand, Rope on Her Wrists (HD + BTS)

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Courtney glanced at the clock as she realized she was already ten minutes late for her gym session. She had promised herself she’d stick to her fitness routine, but the morning had slipped away from her faster than she’d anticipated. Dressed in  her favourite pair of black leggings and a snug sports bra, she grabbed her gym bag and dashed toward the front door, her mind already racing through the workout she’d planned. But as her hand reached for the doorknob, the door swung open on its own, catching her off guard.

Standing in the doorway was a man, his face obscured by a black balaclava. His eyes, cold and calculating, met hers, and for a moment, Courtney froze, her breath catching in her throat. Before she could react, he stepped inside, his voice low and menacing. “Don’t scream. I’m here to rob you. Do as I say.”

Courtney’s mind raced. She tried to back away, but he was quick, grabbing her wrist and pulling her toward the living room. “Sit down,” he commanded, pushing her onto the couch. She obeyed, her hands trembling as she tried to think of a way out. He produced a length of rope from his pocket and began tying her hands behind her back, his movements efficient and practiced. “This won’t take long,” he muttered, as if reassuring himself more than her. Next, he bound her ankles together, leaving her immobilised on the couch.

Panic surged through her as she realised the gravity of the situation. “ let me go, ” But her words only seemed to irritate him. He reached down, yanked off one of her gym socks, and stuffed it into her mouth. She gagged, the fabric tasting of sweat and desperation. He secured the sock in place by tying a piece of cloth tightly over her lips, muffling her cries for help.

Courtney struggled against the ropes, her wrists chafing as she tried to free herself. She managed to wriggle her hands enough to loosen the knots, her heart pounding with hope. With her wrists untied, she slid off the couch, her legs still bound, and hopped  toward the front door. Freedom was so close—she could almost taste it.

But just as her fingers brushed the doorknob, she felt a strong hand grab her shoulder, spinning her around. The intruder loomed over her, his expression unreadable beneath the balaclava. “Not so fast,” he growled, hauling her back to her feet. His grip was like iron, and she knew she couldn’t fight him. “Untie the rest of the ropes,” he ordered, his voice brooking no argument. “And get out of those clothes. Now.”

Courtney untied the ropes around her ankles. She hesitated, her fingers hovering over the waistband of her leggings. “Please,” she whispered, her voice muffled by the gag. But he just stared at her, unblinking, until she gave in. Slowly, she peeled off her gym clothes, her skin prickling with humiliation.She changed into a Lacey ivory bra and her matching panties then  slipped into a pair of nude pantyhose, the sheer fabric clinging to her legs as she stood before him, vulnerable and exposed.

He didn’t waste any time. Before she could process what was happening, he had her wrists bound again, this time tighter than before. He pushed her back onto the couch, her legs still tied together, and secured her ankles to her wrists, leaving her in a helpless, hogtied position. She struggled against the ropes, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to free herself. But it was no use—he had done this before, and he knew exactly how to keep her trapped.

As if to add insult to injury, he removed the sock gag and replaced it with a ball gag, placing it between her lips and buckling it tightly behind her head. The cold, hard plastic pressed against her tongue, and she drooled uncontrollably, the saliva pooling around the gag. He smirked, clearly enjoying it , and then reached behind her back, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. Her perky breasts spilled free, exposed and vulnerable, as he added more rope, tightening the hogtie and ensuring she couldn’t move an inch.

Courtney’s mind was a whirlwind of fear and humiliation. She felt utterly powerless, her body on display, her movements restricted, and her voice silenced. The intruder stepped back, surveying his handiwork with a satisfied nod. “Stay put,” he said, his tone almost mocking. “I’ll be back.” And with that, he left the room, the sound of his footsteps fading into the distance.

Alone and bound, Courtney struggled against her restraints, her breath hitching as she tried to free herself. The ropes bit into her skin, and the gag stretched her jaw uncomfortably, but she couldn’t give up. She twisted and squirmed, her breasts bouncing with each movement, her pantyhose-clad legs kicking futilely against the floor. The room was silent except for her muffled whimpers and the sound of her drool dripping onto the floor.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as she lay there, her body aching, her mind racing. She wondered if anyone would come looking for her, if anyone would hear her silent cries for help. The intruder had said he’d be back, but what would happen then? Would he leave her like this, or would things get worse? Her thoughts were a tangled mess, fear and desperation warring within her.

As the minutes ticked by, Courtney’s struggles grew weaker, her energy sapped by the relentless bonds. Her breasts heaved with each labored breath, her nipples tight and sensitive against the cool air. The ball gag felt heavier in her mouth, her jaw aching from the strain. She closed her eyes, her body trembling, and tried to conserve her strength, but her mind wouldn’t stop racing. What would happen next? Would she ever be free? The uncertainty hung over her like a shadow, leaving her trapped in a nightmare she couldn’t escape.