Lucy Purr is a Tightly Taped Up & Massively Gagged Victim of: Road Rage Revenge!

Lucy bursts inside, still boiling from the freeway blow-up. She slams the door and dials 911, yelling that some jackass nearly ran her off the road and she wants a cop at her place now. Dispatch says an officer’s close. She hangs up, hears the knock, yanks the door open. Same psycho she cut off shoves past her, laughing that he snapped her plate, called a buddy at the precinct, and got the address easy. He muscles her into the living room, barking that he’s teaching her manners the hard way: one pissed-off driver at a time. She spits curses until his palm clamps over her mouth, every word reduced to furious mmphs. He tells her she’s getting taped and left right here so the lesson sticks. Lucy thrashes, but he’s bigger, stronger. Soon her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles are circled in tight silver tape. He toys with her, hand-gagging her again while she tries to answer, then stuffs a fat rag between her lips, seals it with loops of tape and knots a thick white bandana between her teeth. She keeps cussing through the gag, muffled and frantic. He cracks her ass, grabs and squeezes her big natural tits, shoves her to the floor. Lucy squirms, kicks, and glares while he gropes her some more, then walks out laughing. Alone, furious, massively gagged and taped, she starts the long, painful crawl across the carpet. Every inch is hell. At the end table she spots her phone, inches from her bound hands, yet impossible to reach. Sweat, anger and helpless rage roll off her in waves.