Lil Missy and Courtney: Roped, Taped and Busted HD

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The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the quiet suburban street as Lil Missy and Courtney, dressed in matching hoodies, shorts, and trainers, approached the house they had targeted. Their usual routine involved quick, efficient thefts, but today felt different. The house, a two-story brick structure with a neatly trimmed lawn, seemed almost inviting, its windows gleaming in the sunlight. Lil Missy, her dark hair pulled into a messy bun, glanced at Courtney, whose blonde ponytail swayed as she walked. “This one feels… off,” Lil Missy muttered, her voice low. Courtney shrugged, her blue eyes scanning the surroundings. “It’s just another house. In and out, like always.”

They slipped through the unlocked back door, the cool interior a stark contrast to the warm afternoon outside. The house was eerily quiet, the only sound the soft creak of the floorboards beneath their feet. “Split up,” Courtney suggested, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll check upstairs, you take the ground floor. Meet back here in ten.” Lil Missy nodded, though a faint unease lingered in her chest. They hadn’t planned to separate, but Courtney’s confidence was hard to argue with.

Courtney moved swiftly, her trainers silent on the carpeted stairs. She reached the second floor and began her search, her hoodie pulled tight around her face. The first room she entered was a study, its walls lined with bookshelves. Her gaze fell on a small safe tucked into a corner, its metallic surface gleaming under the dim light. She smirked, reaching into her pocket for her lockpick set. This was going to be easy.

But as she knelt beside the safe, the door behind her creaked open. Courtney froze, her heart pounding. A deep voice echoed through the room. “What are you doing in my house?” She spun around, her eyes widening at the sight of a tall, muscular man standing in the doorway, his arms crossed. Panic surged through her as he advanced, his expression cold. “Don’t move,” he commanded, his voice firm. Courtney tried to back away, but he was too quick, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to her feet.

Downstairs, Lil Missy searched the living room, her eyes scanning for anything valuable. The house was oddly pristine, every surface polished, every item in its place. She frowned, a sense of unease growing. Where was Courtney? They should have met back by now. She decided to head upstairs, her footsteps quiet on the stairs. As she reached the landing, she heard a muffled cry from the study. Her heart raced as she crept toward the door, peering inside.

Courtney was on the floor, her wrists bound tightly with rope, a ball gag strapped into her mouth. Her eyes were wide with fear as the man stood over her, his expression unreadable. Lil Missy’s breath caught in her throat. She turned to flee, but it was too late. The man had heard her. He stepped into the hallway, his gaze locking onto hers. “Another one,” he said, his voice calm. “Stay where you are.”

Lil Missy froze, her mind racing. She glanced back at Courtney, who was struggling against her bonds, her muffled cries filling the room. The man advanced, his movements deliberate. Lil Missy tried to run, but he was faster, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the study. She fought, kicking and screaming, but he was too strong. Within minutes, she was on the floor beside Courtney, her wrists bound with rope, a ball gag silencing her protests.

The man stood over them, his eyes cold. “You two picked the wrong house,” he said, his voice low. He left the room, returning moments later with a roll of duct tape and a length of cloth. Lil Missy and Courtney exchanged terrified glances as he began to secure their ankles, wrapping the tape tightly around their legs. He worked efficiently, his movements practiced, as if he had done this before. The cloth was torn into strips, and he used it to replace their ball gags, wrapping it around their heads to silence them further.

Once he was finished, he stepped back, surveying his handiwork. Lil Missy and Courtney lay side by side, their bodies bound, their voices reduced to muffled whimpers. The man smirked, his expression almost satisfied. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said, before leaving the room.

For what felt like an eternity, the two women lay in silence, their minds racing. Lil Missy’s heart pounded in her chest, her wrists aching from the tight ropes. She glanced at Courtney, who was struggling against her bonds, her eyes filled with desperation. Slowly, Lil Missy began to wriggle, testing the strength of the ropes. To her surprise, they were tighter than she had thought, but not unbreakable. She redoubled her efforts, her muscles straining as she worked her hands free.

Courtney watched, hope flickering in her eyes as Lil Missy’s hands slipped from the ropes. She quickly freed herself, then turned to Courtney, working to release her friend’s bonds. Within minutes, they were both free, their gags removed. They exchanged a quick glance, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. “We need to get out of here,” Courtney whispered, her voice shaking.

They stood, their legs wobbly from being bound, and made their way to the door. The hallway was empty, the house silent. They crept downstairs, their hearts pounding with every step. The back door was in sight, freedom just a few feet away. But as they reached for the handle, the door swung open, the man standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, his voice calm. Lil Missy and Courtney froze, their eyes widening in fear. The man stepped aside, revealing a roll of duct tape and a length of cloth in his hands. “This time,” he said, his voice low, “I’m not taking any chances.”

He advanced, his movements deliberate, as Lil Missy and Courtney backed away, their hearts racing. They were herded back into the living room, where he made them to sit back-to-back, their legs and arms bound tightly with tape. He worked quickly, his hands efficient, wrapping the cloth around their heads to gag them once more. Lil Missy’s eyes met Courtney’s, fear and desperation reflected in their gaze.

When he was finished, the man stepped back, surveying his work. “Now,” he said, his voice almost gentle, “you’re not going anywhere.” He left the room, the sound of his footsteps fading into the distance.

Lil Missy and Courtney sat in silence, their bodies bound, their voices silenced. The house was quiet, the only sound their labored breathing. Lil Missy’s mind raced, her thoughts a jumble of fear and desperation. What would happen to them? Would they ever escape? The uncertainty hung heavy in the air, a question mark looming over their fate.

As the minutes ticked by, the silence was broken only by the occasional muffled whimper, a testament to their captivity. The man had ensured there was no escape, his bindings tight, his gags effective. Lil Missy’s eyes met Courtney’s once more, a silent question passing between them. What now? The answer was unclear, the possibilities endless. Their fate, it seemed, was far from certain.