The Bandit's Newest Prize: Morgan M

[John]

DiP_1004 - The Bandit's Newest Prize: Morgan M

In the stark, white room that was her sanctuary, Morgan M stood, a splash of soft pink satin against the sterile backdrop. She was lost in her own world, a perfect picture of serene vulnerability. She never heard the silent approach of the predator who had marked her as his next prize. The infamous Handsey Bandit™ had returned, and his methods were as brutally efficient as ever. He struck from behind, a powerful arm wrapping around her, a heavy hand clamping a cloth drenched in chloroform over her mouth and nose. Her world exploded in a brief, panicked blur of muffled terror before the chemical tide pulled her under, and she collapsed, a limp, unconscious doll on the cold tile floor.

With his beautiful target now utterly helpless, the Bandit's methodical work began. This was not a crime of passion, but the calm, deliberate act of a collector. He knelt and, with an almost reverent care, peeled the pink satin nightgown from her pliant body, casting it aside to leave the lovely Morgan exposed and vulnerable in nothing but a tiny red thong. With the canvas prepared, he produced his chosen medium: a length of thick, white rope.

With the calm focus of a master craftsman, he pulled her arms tightly behind her back, expertly winding the rope around her wrists until they were hopelessly bound. He then moved to her ankles, securing them just as thoroughly. To ensure his prize would be silent upon her inevitable, miserable awakening, he forced a white cloth into her mouth and secured it with a tight wrap of tape. The final, masterful touch was the hogtie. He pulled the rope from her ankles up to her wrists, cinching it tight and arching her back into a perfect, inescapable bow of utter helplessness. The Handsey Bandit™ stood for a moment, admiring his handiwork. Morgan M was no longer a person. She was a trophy, a perfect, naked, and exquisitely bound addition to his ever-growing collection.






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