DiP_1017 - The Handsey Bandit™ Clocks In
Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2025 9:03 am
DiP_1017 - The Handsey Bandit™ Clocks In
Epiphany Jones was standing by her desk, a picture of corporate efficiency in her flowing blue midi skirt and black sleeveless top. She felt safe in the familiar hum of the office, completely unaware that she had been targeted. The Handsey Bandit™ emerged from the blind spot of the room, silent and focused. He didn't bother with an appointment. He lunged, clamping a white cloth soaked in sleep-inducing chemicals firmly over Epiphany's face. Her brief struggle was futile; the world spun and went black as she collapsed into his arms and was lowered to the beige carpet.
With the office worker unconscious, the Bandit began his signature work. He is a villain who appreciates the tactile, and he wasted no time in "adjusting" Epiphany's attire. He pulled her black top down, exposing her breasts to his gaze and his touch, fondling his helpless prize before moving on to the restraints.
He produced a coil of stark white rope. Rolling Epiphany onto her stomach, he wrenched her arms behind her back and bound her wrists tightly. He then moved to her legs, clad in sheer black stockings, and lashed her ankles together. But the job wasn't finished until she was completely immobilized. He pulled the rope tight, connecting her ankles to her wrists in a severe, back-arching hogtie. Finally, a white cloth gag was tied securely around her mouth to ensure she couldn't scream for HR when she woke up. The Handsey Bandit™ stood back to admire his work: Epiphany Jones, stripped of her dignity, fondled, and trussed up like a package ready for delivery, left helpless on the office floor.
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Epiphany Jones was standing by her desk, a picture of corporate efficiency in her flowing blue midi skirt and black sleeveless top. She felt safe in the familiar hum of the office, completely unaware that she had been targeted. The Handsey Bandit™ emerged from the blind spot of the room, silent and focused. He didn't bother with an appointment. He lunged, clamping a white cloth soaked in sleep-inducing chemicals firmly over Epiphany's face. Her brief struggle was futile; the world spun and went black as she collapsed into his arms and was lowered to the beige carpet.
With the office worker unconscious, the Bandit began his signature work. He is a villain who appreciates the tactile, and he wasted no time in "adjusting" Epiphany's attire. He pulled her black top down, exposing her breasts to his gaze and his touch, fondling his helpless prize before moving on to the restraints.
He produced a coil of stark white rope. Rolling Epiphany onto her stomach, he wrenched her arms behind her back and bound her wrists tightly. He then moved to her legs, clad in sheer black stockings, and lashed her ankles together. But the job wasn't finished until she was completely immobilized. He pulled the rope tight, connecting her ankles to her wrists in a severe, back-arching hogtie. Finally, a white cloth gag was tied securely around her mouth to ensure she couldn't scream for HR when she woke up. The Handsey Bandit™ stood back to admire his work: Epiphany Jones, stripped of her dignity, fondled, and trussed up like a package ready for delivery, left helpless on the office floor.
https://www.damselsinperil.com/