Latina captures Phoenix and ties her up in the garage (HD)

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The trunk lid lifted with a metallic groan, revealing Phoenix curled inside, her wrists and legs bound with coarse rope and a thick cloth stuffed between her teeth and over her mouth. Latina's dark eyes scanned her captive's form, the denim of Phoenix's jeans stretched tight across her thighs as she struggled against her restraints. "Where are the documents, Phoenix?" Latina's voice cut through the air. Phoenix refused .

With practiced efficiency, latina secured Phoenix's  to a chair  and wrapped additional rope around her torso, pinning her arms. The rough fibers dug into Phoenix's skin as Latina removed the gag from her mouth.

"Tell me ," Latina purred, her fingers tracing Phoenix's jawline. "Tell me where you hid them."

"im not telling you anything" Phoenix spat, her voice raw.

Latina's lips curled into a smirk as she balled up a dirty rag and stuffed it deep into Phoenix's mouth. She followed with another strip of cloth, placing it between Phoenix's teeth and knotting it  tight behind her head. The fabric pressed against Phoenix's tongue, making her gag reflex flutter. Latina stepped back to admire her work before turning toward the door.

When Latina returned twenty minutes later, Phoenix was still fighting, her body slick with sweat and her face flushed from exertion. "Ready to talk?" Latina asked, already knowing the answer. She untied the gag just long enough for Phoenix to shake her head defiantly before stuffing the rag back in and wrapping clear packing tape around her head.The tape adhered to Phoenix's hair and skin, sealing the cloth completely inside.

Latina's patience wore thin during her next absence. When she came back, she removed Phoenix's tank top and jeans. The cool air hit Phoenix's exposed skin, her black lace bra and thong doing little to preserve her modesty. Latina pressed the vibrator against Phoenix's pussy through the thin fabric of her thong, securing it to the chair with duct tape. She wrapped the same silver tape over Phoenix's mouth, the adhesive pulling at the corners of her lips.

Phoenix's muffled moans shifted from protest to pleasure as the vibrator buzzed against her clit. Her hips bucked , the building orgasm making her thighs tremble. Latina watched with satisfaction before untying Phoenix from the chair and securing her standing in strappado position, her arms pulled up and back behind her, making her  bend at the waist,  straining her shoulders as she struggled.

After what felt like hours of alternating pleasure and agony, Phoenix finally broke. "I'll tell you," she gasped around the tape, her voice barely audible.  Latina smiled. "Good girl," she whispered, her hand sliding between Phoenix's thighs. "Now let's make sure you remember to keep your promises."