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Better Call Saul S02E09

Bound, tape gagged, blindfolded and struggling.


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shrimpycandy:

cute shorts

Sooooo embarrassed, but there’s no need to be upset bunny boy, we’ll take good care of you today!

fucktoyfelix: yall really love my other boat pics so i got this for uhe/him A jolly rogered EB cabin

fucktoyfelix:

yall really love my other boat pics so i got this for u

he/him

A jolly rogered EB cabin boy if ever there was one! Avast!


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mal1017:

jalk1:

mumdoc:

Nur keine Panik, Hilfe naht…. Äh leider doch nicht, aber sind sie nicht schön verpackt, und es ist so aussichtslos zu entkommen. Egal was auch versucht wird.

Nice

Lovely

Taped up

sensualhumiliation:No way to escape!      (Kept like that with resistant clear tape) Helpless

sensualhumiliation:

No way to escape!      (Kept like that with resistant clear tape)

Helpless


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bondagedreamz:Completely stuck and helpless ‍♀️ The position at the very top of my bondage bucket libondagedreamz:Completely stuck and helpless ‍♀️ The position at the very top of my bondage bucket libondagedreamz:Completely stuck and helpless ‍♀️ The position at the very top of my bondage bucket libondagedreamz:Completely stuck and helpless ‍♀️ The position at the very top of my bondage bucket li

bondagedreamz:

Completely stuck and helpless ‍♀️

The position at the very top of my bondage bucket list is an inescapably tight hogtie, but this… this can come right after it. ;)

Deliciously snug.


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malcye:

83bondage:

Very interesting

More than interesting… this is damn hot. It’s tight bondage like this that I’ve always wanted to experience first-hand… I mean, look at her. If a girl can endure a hogtie that ridiculously tight, she can do anything.

Wow! That’s what you call stunt bondage… a position she can’t possibly hold for m

Wow! That’s what you call stunt bondage… a position she can’t possibly hold for more than a few seconds at best (though I’d love to be in her position and see if I can beat that record!).


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cocohook38:

Sum’:Once again trouble fall upon the peaceful coven, spreading its darkness on each Hook. Only this time only one will remain and with the help of the Savior, will decide the fate of the rest of their secret family…

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Emma was still looking at the machine in front of her while the nurse was still taking in the situation. A cardiac arrest. The green line on the black monitor would go flat in the next seconds. Meaning his heart had stopped beating. Killian was fucking dying in front of her eyes and she was paralysed. 

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****KILLIAN AND HIS MASTER IN THE GORGEOUS CATHEDRAL!!!!!!!!!!!!    CHAPTER 1 ART THAT KILLS ME EVERY TIME I SEE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*********

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Present (Monday)…

“Wellthat doesn’t make any sense.”

Being startled by argumentative voices at his bedside was not the most pleasant way to wake up… but it was better than the nightmares.

“Regina, I’m telling you, that’s how Gold said to interpret it.” At least Emma was trying to keep her tone quiet. “The darker the colors, the stronger the shielding.”

“It started at the compound and spread to Storybrooke. How is it suddenly concentrated here?”

Killian slitted his eyes open, hoping to catch a glimpse of what it was they were bickering over. Emma sighed.

“How would I know? We all thought it would dissipate once the monster was dead, but if anything, it’s still getting stronger.”

Wearing her coldest scowl, Regina resumed studying the tablet device in her hands. Finally, she relented, somewhat bitterly if the drugs weren’t messing with Killian’s interpretation.

“Fine. We’ll pull people from the cleanup of the compound to take a look around the park. But this had better not be another waste of town resources.”

Emma did not flinch, at least not outwardly. But she did reach for the tablet, appearing confused. “Park? I thought it was strongest near City Hall.”

Impatiently, Regina tilted the screen in her direction. “That’s clearly the park, Sheriff Swan.”

Emma’s only response was a thoughtful, “Huh.”

Slamming the protective case closed, Regina noted Killian watching with tired eyes, but simply shot him an icy glare before turning and marching toward the door.

“I’ll call you,” she told Emma. And then she was gone.

Emma moved closer to Killian’s bedside.

“Sorry. I would have met her outside, but there’s a surgeon coming to take a look at your hand any minute.” She gently caressed his cheek. “Think you want them to knock you out for that?”

Grimacing, Killian shook his head once. The thought of more surgery was a lot to stomach just then–although the alternative was the possibility of permanent reduction in function, which was obviously worse–and he didn’t want to add post-anesthesia effects into the mix if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. Besides, it couldn’t be much worse than the multiple daily nursing visits he’d been enduring, where they forced him through breathing exercises and coughing, leaving him nauseated with pain by the time they were finished.

“Shielding?” he croaked. His voice still sounded like the warm-up grunts of a wall-eyed seagull just before it let loose with a full-on cackle. Whether that was due to vocal strain or the breathing tube he’d had down his throat was not something he wanted to dwell on. At least the claustrophobic oxygen mask had been traded for the somewhat-less-annoying nasal prongs during the day, which helped the communication issue.

Emma fished an ice chip from the cup on the bedside table and popped it into his mouth. They never helped much but were better than nothing.

“Yeah. Whatever is preventing the use of magic,” Emma explained. “Rumplestiltskin helped figure out a way to show it on a map. We were hoping to pinpoint its source so we can shut it off.”

“Croc…?” he managed around the soothing ice shard. Emma made a face.

“When I went to go punch him in the… I mean, went to go get Hope, remember?”

Hope dead.

His eyes were open. All the details of the hospital room, his wife at his side, all plainly visible. Yet all he could see was the gruesome conjured figure of a corpse. A tiny, bloodied body. Meant as protection, intended to haunt him for only a fleeting, temporary span of time, yet necessary for so much longer and now much too close to the surface. Too detailed. Too real. Tainting all of his memories from before.

On instinct, Killian began to reach for his face, as if by digging his fingers into his eyes or even gouging them out could erase that image, but he was thwarted by tandem, grating pains in shoulder joint and daggered ribs. Momentarily overwhelmed, he squeezed his eyes shut, but that only served to bring the nightmare images back into full focus. Emma saw his torment and placed a gentle hand on his forearm.

“Killian?”

“I need… to see her…” he gritted out, one growling word at a time.

“I know you do,” soothed Emma. Hope kidnapped. “I just wasn’t sure about having her see you like this…” Hope tortured. “And I don’t think she’s allowed in here, anyway.” Hope dead.

Hope dead.

Hope DEAD.

Killian hiccuped a sob and again started to reach for his eyes, despite his damaged shoulder, despite the torn hand and shattered, spiked wrist. Hope dead. SCREAM FOR ME, TRIPOD. Dead… I REQUIRE YOUR SCREAMS.

Emma had a firm grip on both of Killian’s arms, but he was struggling to free himself, compelled to scrabble the graphic pictures from his mind, welcoming the pain as a desperate alternative to the voices persecuting him.

“Killian! Killian!” Emma was shouting. She probably only had trouble containing his flailing limbs due to not wanting to squeeze him too hard, but a part of him craved that. The machines monitoring his condition began chiming their various alarms as his vitals went haywire, responding to the struggle taking place.

“She’s fine, Killian; I swear to you! She got to spend a single exciting day with Belle and now is getting spoiled rotten by her grandparents. Look, I’ll show you, but you’ve gotta stop this! You’re hurting yourself!”

With difficulty, Killian reigned in the impulses driving the thrashing, pressing both arms hard into the mattress underneath him as his fisted hand pulsed with blazing fire. Shuddering, he panted through clenched teeth and tried to focus on his wife. Seeing him settling, Emma fumbled her phone from a pocket and trembled her way through the process of unlocking the screen and navigating to the photo gallery.

“Here, see?” She sounded frantic, her voice thin and high. “This was this morning, while you were down in Radiology.” She thrust the phone at him, too close to properly see even if her hands weren’t shaking and his eyes blurred with tears. Before Killian had time to try and focus on the image, Emma was swiping to the next picture.

There was a small form, dressed in familiar colors and radiating an apparent happiness as she was enfolded tightly in strong, masculine arms. The next blur was zoomed out to show a man’s face, a hand cradling soft curls against his chest. Killian blinked, tears running freely now, and caught a quick glimpse of an emotional David before the obscuring haze was back. Emma flipped through more images, sniffling as well at the memory of her parents’ reunion with Hope. Killian’s pulse and blood pressure had calmed slightly as his mind focused on the sight in front of him.

“They were happy to see her,” she said softly, then laughed once. “And Hope was totally oblivious to how much they had missed her. She would only tolerate so much cuddling before it was time to play.”

Killian’s tearful grimace was almost a smile, picturing the scene as Emma had described it. Little Hope was only ever snuggly when tired; at all other times it was go, go, go.

A stark contrast to the motionless corpse of his visions.

Hope kidnapped, Hope–

Killian scowled at the phone, trying to drive false images away with the truth. This morning, Emma had said. This morning, Hope had been swept up in her grandfather’s arms, had planted a sticky kiss on her grandmother’s cheek, had run off to play with uncle Neal, every moment captured in loving detail by her mother’s phone and laid out plain for him to see…

A single glint of red wormed its way among the blur. Perhaps a ribbon, perhaps a sports ball, a cardinal’s wing or even Swan’s leather jacket caught somehow in frame. Whatever the culprit, it was enough.

Crimson spread from that single point, blending with his tears to engulf happy, innocent pictures in vivid blood. Blood, on the grass, in the sky, blood on David’s hands and on Snow’s cheek, in Wilby’s fur. Blood. Hope was bathed in blood, drowning in it, tortured, cold and dead, her loved ones grieving and painted with her blood.

With a horrified cry, Killian grabbed at his face, and this time, Emma was too slow. Over-stretched tendons groaned within his shoulder, severed flesh inside his hand combusting along the way, but Killian ignored it all. The pointed end of the wrist ring left a shallow gouge beneath his eye, even through the layers of gauze surrounding it, and as Emma dropped her phone, Killian moaned,

“It’s not enough. Not…” A sob caught in his throat. He heard Emma pleading with him, felt her hands on his wrists, but all he could see was the blood. “Swan… please…!”

“You’ll see her!” Emma cried, near hysteria. “I’ll bring her, sneak her past the nurses and Whale; to hell with their rules! But I need you to calm down!”

Whimpering, Killian continued digging both wrists into his eye sockets, shaking with horror and anguish. Emma managed to yank his now-bleeding hand away, but it took both of her own to do it. Practically kneeling on the pinioned arm, she cursed and hit the nurse call button.

NO HOPE, TRIPOD.

Maybe his Master was right, thought Killian as twisting, cramping pain invaded his fragile lung. Maybe he would never be free of the horrific images. Maybe all hope really was lost.

Perhaps he should have never stopped praying for death to claim him.

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Forced Justice: Episode One https://clips4sale.com/61965/19471383/cid78451491a4840744b98a0e4a95Dixie

Forced Justice: Episode One https://clips4sale.com/61965/19471383/cid78451491a4840744b98a0e4a95

Dixie is a reporter who is investigating corrupt cops running an ring in her city and has followed one of the cops, Casey, to their hideout. Dixie follows Casey to a room where she is sitting at a computer working away. Dixie goes into her bag and pulls out a silver mask, revealing her identity as Superheroine Justice. Lauren, the other corrupt cop, sneaks in behind Dixie and when Dixie turns around to leave she is stopped by Lauren. Lauren pushes Casey into the room and Casey gets up and grabs Dixie from behind and holds her arms behind her. Lauren immediately stuffs Dixie’s mouth with a large pair of panties and cleave gags her. The women force Dixie into a chair while she struggles and quickly handcuff her hands behind the chair back and cuff her ankles together. The cops taunt Dixie because they had set a trap for her all along. The women grope Dixie’s body and make out in front of her while telling Dixie they tend to keep her out of the way for a bit so they can finish their current job. The cops decide to go through Dixie’s bag and there they find her Justice mask. What a nice surprise and a perfect opportunity to get rid of their nemesis.

Dixie is now strictly tied to the chair with rope, still cleave gagged and struggling. The cops come in to tell her that she’s going to be sold into slavery just like the rest of the women they abduct. But first they want to make Justice pay for causing them so much trouble over the years. Casey brings out a kniff and cuts Dixie’s shirt to reveal her tits. Both women grope Dixie and each other. Then Lauren goes to the table and grabs a dildo. She wets the cock with her tongue and sticks in inside Dixie, thrusting it in and out while Dixie struggles to try not to cum. It’s no use, Lauren has the magic touch and Dixie moans in pleasure through the panty gag as she cums. Casey blindfolds her and ties off a hitachi to her pussy and the cops leave Dixie there in her predicament.
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Will Justice prevail? Or will Dixie become another victim at the hands of the corrupt cops? Tune in next week to see what happens in Episode Two!


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There Are Monsters Under My Bed https://clips4sale.com/45475/19468279/cid3dbced53053a8e9e155bdaccd0D

There Are Monsters Under My Bed https://clips4sale.com/45475/19468279/cid3dbced53053a8e9e155bdaccd0

Dixie is heading to her room when she stops and bends over at the top of the stairs to scratch her ankle under her slouchy socks. As she bends over she hears some weird noises coming from behind the door of her room and wonders what it could be. She creeps down the hallway, careful to be quiet in her tennis shoes and peers around the half opened door. Seeing nothing, she wonders if what she was hearing was coming from under the bed. She gets on her knees and throws the bed covers up to catch what ever is under there but is surprised to find nothing. She shrugs her shoulders, thinking it must’ve been her imagination and lays down on her stomach on the floor by the bed to look at her phone. As she is distracted by her phone she absent-mindedly kicks her feet up and down and then suddenly a grotesque hand slithers out form under the bed and grabs her ankle!

Dixie screams and starts struggling to get away but a second pair of monster hands darts out from under the bed and grabs her other leg and now she is trapped. She squirms and struggles to get away as both monsters grab at her legs and feet in her socks and tennis shoes. One of them manages to pull one of her shoes off and she can hear it sniffing and huffing at her shoe under the bed. She finally manages to pull herself away enough to get to the door know and slide herself out toward the hallway. She almost makes it out the door but the monsters grab her again and pull her back into the room by her feet slamming the door behind her. And that is the end of dear Dixie…


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The Hit Woman https://clips4sale.com/61965/19451097/cid78451491a4840744b98a0e4a95 Dixie was hired to

The Hit Woman https://clips4sale.com/61965/19451097/cid78451491a4840744b98a0e4a95 

Dixie was hired to meet Bob as his favorite bar and to get him to take Dixie back to his place. Bob and Dixie are sipping on cocktails when Bob suggests that they should get more comfortable. They both start to undress but suddenly Bob starts to feel a little woozy. Dixie informs him that it’s probably because she spiked his drink and any moment now he’ll be lights out. And that’s exactly what happens. Dixie grabs her purse and pulls out lots of rope and gagging materials.

Dixie gets Bob tied up to the bed. Dixie is sitting on top of Bob, who then starts to wake up and wonders what’s going on. He’s not into bondage games so he asks to be untied. Dixie says she can’t do that and she needs to keep that big mouth of his shut. So she shoves two handkerchiefs in Bob’s mouth and keeps them in with two cloths. Dixie is getting a little turned on watching Bob struggle in her binds and being in such control. She decides she’ll give the doomed guy a final thrill and takes off her bra. She can see Bob is getting turned on and rubs his boner through his panties and grinds her pussy on his body. After a couple of minutes, playtime is over. She tells him why he is in the situation that he’s in-she was hired by his boss because he’s the one who cooked the books that Bob discovered. Bob’s boss has been embezzling money for years from the company. Bob made the mistake of going to his boss, the guilty one, instead of going to the police. He doesn’t want to go to jail so he called Dixie to get rid of him…Dixie is a hit woman.

Dixie thinks Bob is a nice guy, so she decides to call “the boss" just to make sure about the hit. She takes Bob’s phone and tells the boss she’s got poor Bob all tightly tied and thoroughly gagged, totally helped as planned, but they’re now at the point of no return and she just wants to make sure he wants to carry out the hit rather than just scare Bob. Dixie gets off the phone and tells Bob she’s sorry, but the boss says she has to finish the job. She leaves the room to go make his demise look like an accident. When she comes back she has a bomb in her hand and it is ticking! She apologizes but she has to keep the contract or else his boss could come after her. She teases him about how tight the bondage is and how muffled his cries are by all the packing in his mouth. She then leans down and kisses Bob’s gagged mouth. She collects her clothes and blows him a kiss good-bye. Bob continues to struggle on the bed. There is a knock on the door and Bob struggles like crazy, but he can’t loosen the ropes or gag and no one can hear his muffled cries for help and whoever is at the door goes away. Bob is watching the time bomb ticking down but it’s hopeless.
*This was a custom video


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Dixie Roast https://clips4sale.com/61965/19280345/cid78451491a4840744b98a0e4a95This video is 40 minu

Dixie Roast https://clips4sale.com/61965/19280345/cid78451491a4840744b98a0e4a95

This video is 40 minutes of non stop struggling!
Dixie has been captured and left helplessly struggling with her hands cuffed up over her head. Dixie is cleave gagged with a bandanna tied snug between her teeth to muffle her cries. Her ankles and knees are bound together with leather cuffs and straps and she struggles on her tip toes while moaning desperately trying to escape from the binds. But there is no escape…

Dixie finds herself laying on a grill under roasting lamps. Her bound body is stretched to it’s limits and her wrists and ankles are bound on cuffs. She moans and cries into her cleave gag as she realizes she is stretched so tightly that she is barely able to move. She flexes her muscles as she pulls on her restraints but grows weaker as the red heat beats down on her as it’s cooking her. Her bound body is covered in cooking oil and sweat beads up from her head to her toes. Poor Dixie squirms and suffers so helplessly as she is slowly roasted and eventually succumbs to her demise.
*This was a custom video


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Fliers strap flight attendant to a seat after she allegedly assaults a passengerThe Brisbane Times r

Fliers strap flight attendant to a seat after she allegedly assaults a passenger

The Brisbane Times reported that a flight attendant on board flight EY460 from Tokyo to Melbourne had been gagged and strapped to a seat after she verbally assaulted a female passenger following a request for a cold drink.  

A passenger on the flight admitted under condition anonymity: “Frankly I don’t know what got up her skirt, and frankly I don’t care. She was just a bitch the entire flight.” 

The kerfuffle happened about 6 hours into the 10+ hour flight but the pilot decided against making an emergency landing after ensuring the situation was well under control.

One passenger told the newspaper:

“There was a lot of screaming, shouting and it was really crazy. There were about six or seven people who held her down and then one of the crew supplied the duct tape to gag and tie her to a seat .”

The Airline formally apologized to the passengers on board the flight for any distress the incident might have caused. 


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