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Isabella woke up in the same room but she was gagged and tied to the chair that she was on before she lost consciousness. Tom was crouched down in front of her behind the camera that he was getting before Isabella blacked out.
“Ah, you’re awake!” Tom said cheerfully, “finally.”
He put the final touches on whatever he was doing with the camera and went around to stand directly in front of Isabella. At this point she had noticed that her dress was gone and she was now sitting solely in her bikini. Tom caught on to her realisation.
“Yeah, I like to keep the clothes of my subjects as a sort of keepsake to remind me of their visits, if you know what I mean,” he said with a smile on his face. “I have had numerous different subjects for my work but I must say, you are the sexiest so far.”
Tom reached forward and put his grubby paws on Isabella’s pristine face. She could do nothing but just accept it as the chair was bolted to the floor and the ball gag prevented any of her screams from escaping her mouth.
He slowly moved his hand across the smooth surface and let it rest on the model’s full lips before he pulled it away.
“You are just so pretty!” He said as he was practically jumping up and down now like a kid at Christmas. “You are perfect.”
Tom slowly started walking behind the captive Isabella as he spoke his cruel words.
“You see, I’ve always wanted a girlfriend and it just so happens that I have thing for Latinas,” he said as he walked around the chair. “And i must say, your hair just adds to it.”
Tom gathered up most of the rapunzel’s strands of dark, long hair as Isabella could do nothing but just struggle in her chair. She felt her head get pulled back as Tom pulled the long mane back. Isabella could feel her roots clinging on for dear life as Tom pulled harder and harder on the impressive mane. She was wincing in pain as Tom enjoyed himself. However, suddenly she felt as sense of relief as her head flew forward. Tom let go of the long tresses and continued his line of speech.
“I have had a couple long haired subjects before, but nothing quite like yours,” he said malicious. “And anyway, none of them had a rack to go with it. As busty as yours at least.”
He walked in front of the struggling Isabella. Her scalp was in agony as Tom approached her from the front. He set his hands on each one of the huge melons that lay before him. He squeezed slightly as Isabella could do nothing but moan, which was something that Tom had somehow picked up on.
“Oh you like that do you?” He asked as he kept squishing the models breasts. “Well I do too.”
He let go of them and backed away.
“However, we can’t have all the fun now.” He said as he approached the camera. “I hope you don’t mind me recording this by the way.”
Isabella just sat there and shook her head. It wasn’t like she had a choice in the matter.
“I like to keep some footage of my subjects so I can look back at the fond memories we have made.” He said jokingly. “But i must say, at the rate your going, I think there will be plenty more memories ahead.”
Isabella’s scalp was still in pain as Tom played with the camera, but a new problem began to arise for the captive supermodel. She was freezing. The room she was in obviously had no insulation or heating, and with her absence of proper clothes, the cold was beginning to bite at her. Isabella began shivering violently, which her captor noticed.
“Are you cold my little princess?” Tom asked in a teasing manner. Isabella nodded, her long tresses shook as she did. “You should have said something. I just thought your glorious locks would have kept you warm. Hold on, I’ll go get some clothes for you.”
Tom left the room to go get clothes for his captive. Isabella was now alone and she frantically looked around for something that she could use to potentially escape. The chair was in a fixed position and her limbs had very little wiggle room. There was nothing Isabella could do aside from waiting for Tom to return.
A couple minutes later Tom returned to find his new treasure remaining seated in the middle of the room with her head flung back and hair dangling behind the chair.
“Bored are we?” He asked.
He approached Isabella with some clothes and began to untie the ropes around her top half. Isabella knew that she might be able to do something to escape while Tom dressed her, but Tom was two steps ahead of her. Before he unwrapped the main rope that held Isabella to the back of the chair, he went behind her and grabbed the bottom of her hair. She winced as Tom pulled it lower and lower to the ground and wrapped it around one of the chair’s legs.
Isabella screamed in pain with her head facing the ceiling as her long mane was attached to the chair. Tom finished taking of the ropes and put a T-shirt on Isabella. To Isabella’s surprise however, it was a purple sports bra that was just big enough to cover her gigantic pair of tits, which suffocated her while leaving her stomach area bare.
Tom retied her to the back of the chair and began to untie the bottom half of his captive. Once her clean-shaven legs were free, she kicked out at Tom. Unfortunately, Tom dodged the attack.
“You’re a feisty one aren’t you?” He said trying to make fun of the situation. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you tamed shortly.”
He laughed to himself and finished untied Isabella’s legs. He slipped on a pair of matching black shorts that tightly hugged the model’s ass. Isabella could do nothing but sigh as she was retied to the chair. Thankfully however, once he had finished, Tom went around to free the rapunzel’s glorious hair from around the chair leg. Isabella was relieved when her hair was freed and she could finally look forward again. Not that she wanted to as Tom made his way around to the front and continued his speech.
“There is one problem however.” He said. “You are quite stupid.”
Isabella rolled her eyes which Tom smiled at.
“Seriously, who thinks they will get $50,000 from someone like me?” He laughed. “You really are just looks and no brains.”
A sense of fear cast over Isabella as her captor ridiculed her. Was he going to punish her? What would the punishment be? ‘Please not her glorious hair’ she begged in her head.
“You know, it makes me wonder if you even deserve me?” Tom said, scratching his unclean ginger hair. “Nah. Lucky you miss… whatever your name was, princess. You’ve passed!”
Isabella feared at what this meant. But Tom approached her to explain what he was talking about. He got uncomfortably close to her side and swept away the dark strands of hair that covered her left ear. He put his lips close to it.
“Say goodbye to your modelling career.” He whispered, “because you’re my girlfriend now.”

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Isabella woke up in the same room but she was gagged and tied to the chair that she was on before she lost consciousness. Tom was crouched down in front of her behind the camera that he was getting before Isabella blacked out.
“Ah, you’re awake!” Tom said cheerfully, “finally.”
He put the final touches on whatever he was doing with the camera and went around to stand directly in front of Isabella. At this point she had noticed that her dress was gone and she was now sitting solely in her bikini. Tom caught on to her realisation.
“Yeah, I like to keep the clothes of my subjects as a sort of keepsake to remind me of their visits, if you know what I mean,” he said with a smile on his face. “I have had numerous different subjects for my work but I must say, you are the sexiest so far.”
Tom reached forward and put his grubby paws on Isabella’s pristine face. She could do nothing but just accept it as the chair was bolted to the floor and the ball gag prevented any of her screams from escaping her mouth.
He slowly moved his hand across the smooth surface and let it rest on the model’s full lips before he pulled it away.
“You are just so pretty!” He said as he was practically jumping up and down now like a kid at Christmas. “You are perfect.”
Tom slowly started walking behind the captive Isabella as he spoke his cruel words.
“You see, I’ve always wanted a girlfriend and it just so happens that I have thing for Latinas,” he said as he walked around the chair. “And i must say, your hair just adds to it.”
Tom gathered up most of the rapunzel’s strands of dark, long hair as Isabella could do nothing but just struggle in her chair. She felt her head get pulled back as Tom pulled the long mane back. Isabella could feel her roots clinging on for dear life as Tom pulled harder and harder on the impressive mane. She was wincing in pain as Tom enjoyed himself. However, suddenly she felt as sense of relief as her head flew forward. Tom let go of the long tresses and continued his line of speech.
“I have had a couple long haired subjects before, but nothing quite like yours,” he said malicious. “And anyway, none of them had a rack to go with it. As busty as yours at least.”
He walked in front of the struggling Isabella. Her scalp was in agony as Tom approached her from the front. He set his hands on each one of the huge melons that lay before him. He squeezed slightly as Isabella could do nothing but moan, which was something that Tom had somehow picked up on.
“Oh you like that do you?” He asked as he kept squishing the models breasts. “Well I do too.”
He let go of them and backed away.
“However, we can’t have all the fun now.” He said as he approached the camera. “I hope you don’t mind me recording this by the way.”
Isabella just sat there and shook her head. It wasn’t like she had a choice in the matter.
“I like to keep some footage of my subjects so I can look back at the fond memories we have made.” He said jokingly. “But i must say, at the rate your going, I think there will be plenty more memories ahead.”
Isabella’s scalp was still in pain as Tom played with the camera, but a new problem began to arise for the captive supermodel. She was freezing. The room she was in obviously had no insulation or heating, and with her absence of proper clothes, the cold was beginning to bite at her. Isabella began shivering violently, which her captor noticed.
“Are you cold my little princess?” Tom asked in a teasing manner. Isabella nodded, her long tresses shook as she did. “You should have said something. I just thought your glorious locks would have kept you warm. Hold on, I’ll go get some clothes for you.”
Tom left the room to go get clothes for his captive. Isabella was now alone and she frantically looked around for something that she could use to potentially escape. The chair was in a fixed position and her limbs had very little wiggle room. There was nothing Isabella could do aside from waiting for Tom to return.
A couple minutes later Tom returned to find his new treasure remaining seated in the middle of the room with her head flung back and hair dangling behind the chair.
“Bored are we?” He asked.
He approached Isabella with some clothes and began to untie the ropes around her top half. Isabella knew that she might be able to do something to escape while Tom dressed her, but Tom was two steps ahead of her. Before he unwrapped the main rope that held Isabella to the back of the chair, he went behind her and grabbed the bottom of her hair. She winced as Tom pulled it lower and lower to the ground and wrapped it around one of the chair’s legs.
Isabella screamed in pain with her head facing the ceiling as her long mane was attached to the chair. Tom finished taking of the ropes and put a T-shirt on Isabella. To Isabella’s surprise however, it was a purple sports bra that was just big enough to cover her gigantic pair of tits, which suffocated her while leaving her stomach area bare.
Tom retied her to the back of the chair and began to untie the bottom half of his captive. Once her clean-shaven legs were free, she kicked out at Tom. Unfortunately, Tom dodged the attack.
“You’re a feisty one aren’t you?” He said trying to make fun of the situation. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you tamed shortly.”
He laughed to himself and finished untied Isabella’s legs. He slipped on a pair of matching black shorts that tightly hugged the model’s ass. Isabella could do nothing but sigh as she was retied to the chair. Thankfully however, once he had finished, Tom went around to free the rapunzel’s glorious hair from around the chair leg. Isabella was relieved when her hair was freed and she could finally look forward again. Not that she wanted to as Tom made his way around to the front and continued his speech.
“There is one problem however.” He said. “You are quite stupid.”
Isabella rolled her eyes which Tom smiled at.
“Seriously, who thinks they will get $50,000 from someone like me?” He laughed. “You really are just looks and no brains.”
A sense of fear cast over Isabella as her captor ridiculed her. Was he going to punish her? What would the punishment be? ‘Please not her glorious hair’ she begged in her head.
“You know, it makes me wonder if you even deserve me?” Tom said, scratching his unclean ginger hair. “Nah. Lucky you miss… whatever your name was, princess. You’ve passed!”
Isabella feared at what this meant. But Tom approached her to explain what he was talking about. He got uncomfortably close to her side and swept away the dark strands of hair that covered her left ear. He put his lips close to it.
“Say goodbye to your modelling career.” He whispered, “because you’re my girlfriend now.”