The Woman Wearing Purple Panties
Why was Glenda taken? The answer she happened to be home. Alone. And the man with the green mask was watching her through a window, and waiting… for an opportune moment, when like a descending shadow he could steal her into darkness, the darkness of a leather blindfold, and the greater darkness of intense fear caused by tight metal handcuffs. The man with the mask took her away, far away… in fact, a whole day away, to a hidden place safe from intrusion, a place where he could bind and terrorize his blonde trophy in a leisurely fashion. He had big plans for young Glenda, which would begin by tying her up to a fence-like partition in a basement hallway of a closed factory. Then, once she was helplessly bound, he would finally remove her purple panties so as to inspect the defenseless pussy he planned to torment. He would start by running a rope between her legs, pulling it up tight, then tying it off at the ceiling so it could dig in hard between her ample pussy lips. He planned to leave Glenda like this for a long time, so the rope could have plenty of time to chafe and irritate her stressed skin. He gagged her of course, not because he had to, but simply to make her feel more helpless. That’s exactly what Glenda was – utterly helpless. It was a hopeless situation for her. If only she had been able to reach her purse during the home invasion – she had a concealed pistol and a can of Mace, but the man with the mask was too quick, and now here she is, alone and afraid. Good luck Glenda. You’re going to need it.
