36 photos; 10:23 video
						December 8, 2009
  Sweater clad with tight jeans and stockings, Sandra 
pleads with her   captor as she is dragged in to the garage.  He doesn't
 say a word.  He's   on a mission and will not be distracted.  Taking an
 extra-large roll of   duct tape, he quickly wraps it around her wrists 
behind her back, then   tiring of her squeals, packs her mouth with a 
bandanna from his back   pocket and wraps more of his silver roll around
 her head, covering her   mouth and sealing the bandanna in. But he's 
not done.  Far from it.  He   takes the tape and cinches it around her 
elbows, then fastens her arms   to her torso, by sending the tape under 
her breasts and around the back   yet again.  Her chest heaves as her 
tight cashmere sweater becomes even   tighter.  Some more tape to encase
 her forearms, and then it is time for   Sandra to spend some time on a 
thin foam mat, her only protection from   the cold concrete floor.
                                After letting her struggle and scream 
into   her gag, Sandra's tormenter decides those legs must be 
restrained.    Grabbing the tape again, he goes to immobilize her legs, 
but them stops.   Wondering what she has on underneath the tight denim, 
and giving in to   his curiosity, he strips her of her sneakers and  
jeans. Leaving her   exposed in only her sweater and tight, tight 
pantyhose covering her   lovely legs and round bottom.  But those legs 
don't stay free for long   as quick and stern coils of tape are placed 
around her ankles, knees and   thighs.                                    
                                  She is then left all alone.                                
                                  Scanning the cinder block walls around
   her, she notices the workbench where the abductor placed what was 
left   of his roll of tape.  And upon the top of that workbench are two 
tool   boxes.  Perhaps one of them holds the key to her escape?!                                  
                                Mustering all her might and with the 
help   of a cold wall, Sandra struggles and squirms slowly lifting 
herself to a   teetering, but standing position.  Hopping over to the 
workbench, she   reaches a toolbox!  But with her hands so severely 
bound and her mouth   so thoroughly gagged, she can not open it.  What 
to do?  She looks over   at the door that he went through.  She hasn't 
seen him in a while,   perhaps he's not listening?