Only two days ago, Jill was the focus of male attention at her college. She was the smartest and certainly the most desired girl in her year. Her clothes were famous all over the small provincial town...
People talked about the skirts that were so short they never quite made it down to the top of her thighs, offering little glimpses of her underwear from the front. From the back you could see the pert rounded cheeks of her very touchable bottom. And when she turned round, you could see how the satiny material of her dresses seemed about to slip right off her sleek, shiny young breasts. Wherever she went, eyes turned and jaws dropped. Men who could hardly remember what an erection was just sat there staring and fantasizing.
Meanwhile, one muscular psychopath, bored with his fat, pot-bellied wife, had taken up a new and sinister hobby. He had become a stalker...
The air is heavy in the sordid basement. Jill wakes up severely tied, painfully gagged and hooded. She can barely breath. She doesn't know where she is...
The place is humid and extremely hot. She lies on her back, tethered to the floor by a rope around her neck.
Time passes very slowly for the tied girl. The only sound in the sinister basement is the heavy ticking of a wall clock.
After two days in this miserable predicament, Jill hears footsteps approaching. She's terrified...
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