Camelia's Tight Tape Bondage Betrayal by Alba

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Camelia and her best friend Alba relax on the plush sofa in their casual outfits—crisp white tops that accentuate their figures and snug jeans that hug their legs—chatting innocently about life, though Camelia harbors a secret crush on Alba's boyfriend, Jeff, and has been slyly flirting behind her back. Unbeknownst to Camelia, Alba has caught wind of the betrayal, her eyes narrowing with simmering jealousy. In a swift, overpowering move, Alba lunges forward, pinning Camelia down with surprising strength, her hands clamping like vices as she yanks Camelia's arms behind her back. Rolls of sticky duct tape are produced, wrapping relentlessly around Camelia's wrists, elbows, ankles, and thighs, fusing her limbs in a rigid, unyielding tape bondage that bites into her jeans and strains her white top with every twist. Camelia's protests erupt as Alba grabs a pair of her own worn panties—soft yet bulky—and shoves them deep into her mouth, stuffing her cheeks full until her jaw aches from the invasion. A thick band of duct tape is then wrapped tightly around her head, layer after layer sealing the panties in place with a massive wrap gag that crushes her lips and muffles her indignant shouts into pathetic, garbled sounds. "MMMMPPPH!" is all that escapes as Camelia bucks and squirms on the sofa, her body writhing in the tape's grip, legs kicking futilely while her shoulders heave against the elbow cinch, the fabric of her top riding up to expose her midriff in her desperate bid for freedom. Just then, Jeff enters the room, his face calm as he dismisses Camelia's earlier flirty accusations with a smirk, siding firmly with Alba. Together, they loom over the bound girl, Jeff grabbing a roll of microfoam tape to reinforce her silence—peeling back layers of the previous duct tape just enough to add the softer, stretchier material in an even tighter wrap gag, winding it meticulously around her stuffed mouth and head until it's compressed like a vice, her features distorted and her sounds reduced to faint, furious hums. Camelia's eyes blaze with rage, her body thrashing harder now, rolling off the sofa cushions onto the floor where she grinds her taped knees into the carpet, arching her back in fury as the combined gags silence her completely, sweat beading on her forehead while she fights the escalating restraint with all her might. After leaving her to stew in her muffled fury for what feels like an eternity, Alba and Jeff return, their expressions cold and determined, ready to escalate her punishment. They hoist Camelia up roughly, her into a strict hogtie by pulling her bound ankles up to meet her wrists with more tape, arching her body into a painful bow that strains her jeans and white top to their limits. "MMMMPPPHHS!" burst from her as the position tightens everything, her muscles quivering from the strain. To seal her fate, they apply a pink OTN gag—a devious over-the-nose contraption of tape and cloth that covers her mouth, nose bridges, and eyes partially, the pink material adding a mocking feminine touch as it wraps around her head, fully muffling her cries and restricting her breaths to shallow, panicked inhales. Now utterly immobilized and silenced, Camelia is abandoned on the floor, her hogtied form squirming in slow, exhaustive circles, the tape creaking with each futile pull, her "MMMMPPPHHS!" fading into exhausted whimpers as the reality of her tight predicament sinks in—no escape from the betrayal's consequences.