duct tape, wrap gag, hooded, stockings, sock, pantyhose, sack, bound, struggle, mmmph Lauren settles in for an evening of true-crime TV, mesmerized by stories of girls vanishing into thin air. She picks up her phone to call a friend, whispering nervously about a creepy guy lurking in the neighborhood, hoping she'll never end up like those taken women. But the line goes dead as a hand clamps over her mouth from behind—her nightmare begins. She's dragged down and methodically taped from head to toe in thick silver duct tape: wrists crushed together behind her back, elbows welded, knees fused, ankles locked. Every twist and kick is crushed by the building layers, leaving her a shiny, immobilized bundle on the floor. The captor returns with a roll of duct tape, stuffs her mouth full, then winds the wrap gag very tight around her head, lap after lap her screams into guttural mmmmphs. Lauren rolls desperately, tape groaning under her strain, the TV murmuring tales in the background as her body arches and flops in futile escape attempts. After her exhausting struggles, he slips a pair of sheer stockings over her head, the nylon hood stretching tight across her gagged face, blurring her vision to shadows and amplifying her disorientation. She bucks wildly, mmmmphing through the layers, hands scrabbling blindly while the hood clings to her sweat-slicked skin. Not satisfied, he yanks off the stockings and jams a massive sock over her head instead, the thick fabric plunging her into total blackout, ensuring she can't glimpse a thing as she writhes and tugs at her tape prison, muffled pleas growing hoarser. For the grand finish, he bundles her entire taped form into a massive pantyhose sack, the stretchy nylon encasing her like a cocoon from toes to hooded crown, cinched shut at the top. Lauren thrashes inside her sheer tomb, the material stretching taut with every convulsion, her final, epic **MMMMPPPPPP!**s echoing faintly as she's abandoned to endless, sightless torment.
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