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December 20, 2025
Bound and Gagged Damsel in Distress Peril for Private Investigator Ami Mercury & District Attorney Sandra Silvers, in a Pee Desperation Bondage 1st for Sandra!

Sandra and Ami slowly wake up to find themselves in what looks like an abandoned warehouse. Perky tits of Private Investigator Ami and delightful domes of District Attorney Sandra are bare, as the women have lost their business attire along with the previous hours. All their clothes but for skimpy thong panties and high heel court shoes is gone, the nude women have no padding to hide their modesty or cushion their asses as they sit on most uncomfortable wooden chairs… for some strange reason these chairs have had their seats removed! They find themselves chained to wooden chairs facing each other with their legs spread wide apart. A manly menace, most mischievous, appears and places a ball gag in each of their mouths but before they are gagged they tell of the need to pee in a very bad way. They beg with urgency for brief respite from their restraints to use the restroom. To take a turn on the toilet aiming for a wee moment of relief. This broad shouldered brute begins to smirk, explaining to his captives how he poured copious amounts of liquid down their throats to bloat their bladders with a pressing sense of urgency. He then brings their attention to a table beside them, with a bomb that has a digital timer however the screen is blank, for now. The girls start leaking with drool and it starts to drip down onto their breasts. Cruel clover clamps squeeze at their nipples, their faces pulled down to watch in desperation as droplets of dribble drip towards the floor, for these nipple clamps have been joined to their ballgags by a ziptie. Sandra and Ami are told there are wires under their chairs connected to the timer, any moisture or fluid (saliva, pee, tears, sweat etc.) will act as a conductor to activate the timer on the bomb. They can struggle if they want but there is a consequence if they squirm and struggle to much their drool will flow all the more from their ball gags, and their forced-full bladders may have to empty! If they wish to stem their freely flowing ballgagged drool, they can drop the mouthstuffing of silicone to the floor, pulling off their nimple clamps in a painful release. The chained up twosome voice their fear and displeasure through their gags, as the crook bids them good luck and farewell and leaves the ladies wide eyed in fear, putting the keys to their padlocked chains on the table by the bomb where they can both see them but are unable to reach them. How mean could he be!? No matter how hard the ladies try they can't help but pee eventually and set the timer in motion. As pools or yellow liquid stain the concrete floor, the clock counts down to their demise in ominous red numbers… Will they be able to escape from their metal handcuffs? Will they be rescued from an explosive end? That is to be determined.