Snooping Step-Sisters

London is working the pole undercover. She phones Kody, says she has the proof, needs backup. By the time Kody arrives, the mark has already stripped London of her freedom. Rope and tape bite into her wrists and elbows, fixing her tight against the cold steel pole. A wad of cloth packs her mouth, sealed under tape, and the blindfold cuts the light. Every twist only tightens the knots. When Kody finally steps in, they’re both snatched in the same moment. Now London sits taped to a chair, thighs spread and chest heaving, while Kody is lashed upright to the pole with rope and tape, blindfold in place, gag sealed shut. He doesn’t stop there. He forces them both to their knees, spins fresh rope around their bodies, welding them back to back, breasts crushed against shoulder blades, every inch of skin stretched tight by the cinch. Blindfolds, tape, rope—nothing gives. They strain, muscles shaking, breath hot through their gags, caught in the same brutal knot.