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Leggy secretary Candle wakes up in darkness and complete quiet, her head is in a fog and she has no idea what is happening to her or where she is. Her throat is parched and her mouth as dry as cotton. She tries to reach up to rub to rub her throbbing head but her arms won't cooperate and are pinned behind her back. As she regains her senses she can feel the tight ropes that circle her elbows and wrists crushing them tightly together. She also realizes that her mouth is tightly packed with a rag with tape pulled between her lips, cutting into the corners of her mouth, sealing the gag in tight. Candle tries to stretch out her cramped legs but finds that there is little room to move. Some light filters in through cracks and she figures out she is locked in the trunk of a car with her arms cruelly bound behind her back. Her long legs are free but useless in the tight confines of the trunk. Candle rolls around and feels with her mostly numb fingers hoping to find a trunk release to get out of the trunk. It is a struggle but she finally feels a handle and is able to pop the trunk open. She sits up in the trunk and looks around to discover she is in a large dark garage, she has to escape now before her captors return. She swings her long legs out of the trunk then wriggles herself to her feet. Now to get to a door, she closes the trunk to cover up her escape and tip toes through the garage to the door. She gets to the door but finds it locked. Candle fumbles around in the dark trying to find the lock but she can turn the knob, in desperation she tries to reach the lock with her foot and attempt to kick the bolt free. But that fails, looking around she thinks that if she can find a way to open the rolling garage door she can escape that way. Before she can try to open the garage door she hears someone approach and darts behind the car and tries to hide. Crouching down behind the car she sees the Hunter come into the garage from a rear office. Shaking in fear she tries to hide as the brute XXXX on the trunk to wake his bound captive, not realizing that she is no longer locked in the trunk. He pops the trunk and Candle can hear him curse, her escape has been discovered. Then her hears her and sees her hiding behind the car. Candle tries to keep the car between and the Hunter as he comes around the car. With her arms uselessly bound she knows she has no chance of fighting him off. She sees the keys in the ignition and makes a run to get into the car in hopes of locking herself inside and maybe getting the car started and making an escape. But her plan was doomed to fail and before she can get into the car he was on her. He puts her in a XXXX hold and drags her back behind the car and into another room. Candle begs and cries into her gag as he drags her away. She kicks and squirms in his grasp as he pulls a chain down from an overhead pulley and attaches it to her bound wrists. He then cranks the winch attached to the chain and she can feel her wrists slowly pulled up high behind her back. Candle's shoulders are slowly twisted up behind her back in a brutal strappado with her wrists raised up high behind her back. She feels that with every click of the winch her shoulders can be ripped out of their sockets. Mercifully he stops before her arms are dislocated and he leaves her hanging helplessly from the chain. Candle can do nothing by kick and squirm dangling from the chain as he sorts through a pile of rope. He then binds her long legs tightly together at the ankles and knees. He rips open her expensive sweat soaked silk blouse and pulls her tits out of her bra for inspection. Candle protests into her gag at being manhandled and inspected by the Hunter. Another rope is tied around her waist and pulled down between her legs and pulled up deep into her crotch. The rope bites deep into her pussy as he pulls it up into her crotch. The end of the crotch rope is attached to the chain below her wrists and pulled up extemely tight. She watches in XXXX as he returns to the winch and begins to crank it up even higher. This time not only are her poor wrists cranked up but the crotch rope is also XXXX deeper into her pussy. He pulls her up onto her toes before stopping. He then leaves her hanging there for what seems hours, when the Hunter returns Candle is totally spent and hangs motionless from the ropes and chains. He slaps her to wake her up from her daze and to her relief he lowers the chain by cranking the winch on the wall slowly lowering her poor arms. He then disconnects her wrists from the chain and leaves her sitting on the floor still brutally bound and gagged. Candle rolls around trying to free her numb arms from the ropes until he returns. The Hunter picks her up off the floor and XXXX her to hop across the room on her bound stiletto heels into another room. Candle has no idea what fate awaits her on the other side of that door.