The bondage never stops at the House of Gord! After a clever escape from a life of bondage and torment, Celia appears to have disappeared into the sunset.. Or has she? What dastardly fate does Gord have in store for this troublesome minx? All will be revealed in this, the third and final chapter in the S.B.I. Trilogy.
Lady Serena converted into an engine. Lady Serena is Gord's Fem-car. Lady Serena, bedecked in her shiny catsuit, copper sheathed and hooded, armsheathed with the trusty Ledermeister armsheath, is made ready for her maiden voyage as gob-smacked crowds look on. But before we crank up this helpless, somewhat nervous damsel-engine, and streak off into the sunset of San Francisco, California.
Yet again, a double feature, but this time introducing four of the magnificent playful ladies that festoon the hallowed halls of Gord Mansion. First, The English Tart gets her brains fucked out by the machine we nicknamed "The Jolly Go Round". Then, our three other feisty ladies, Jewell Marceau, Petra, and the new gal on the block Ceci Delores, are upended on the mobile "Tri-Truck-Transport" system. apparently watching the ground whiz by with hair dragging on the ground is an "exhilarating" experience.
One ziptie is a challenge, a few a predicament, and nearly twenty is immobilizing. Mummified on the couch Cali doesn't give up though, struggling with the hope something will give. Her hopes are soon dashed after I add zipties securing her boots and gag to the couch anchors though. Click by click they tighten and pull her straight as a board and far more immobile than she could imagined. Helpless and unable to move, I push a magic wand between her legs to keep her occupied in her predicament. Through her feeble struggles it's hard to tell if it will bring her over the edge. Only time will tell and I have all day to let her try.
Cherie Deville Ultra is ungagged and her neckrope is removed allowing her to sit. The other leg, from the pantyhose that is over both of her arms, is pulled up over her head. I completely tape her lower legs, including her feet, as well as taping her arms from her wrists all the way to her shoulders. At this point Rubee is in some serious bondage. Her chest and waist are completely constricted, making breathing difficult. I lift her atop a cart. This is where Part 2 ends.