Destruction of a Blonde 3

Mousy secretary Tanya Danielle ekes out a quiet existence working long hours for an accounting firm. Often she leaves for the office before dawn and doesn't return home until long after dark. On a recent Thursday night she is reading in her living room before retiring for bed, but the loud music pumping through the walls of an adjoining unit is making her eyeballs shake inside her head. She has complained about these particular neighbors to the management once before. Afterward the noisy tenants had responded with stony silence when she had offered timid greetings to them in the parking garage. Tanya does not want to further provoke their ire by calling the manager again so she decides to go next door and politely request that they reduce the volume of their music. With determination she cinches the belt to her pink robe more tightly around her waist, puts on some slippers, and goes on her mission. She has to rap on the door five times before she can get her neighbors' attention. Finally the door flies open and Tanya is gazing directly into the cleavage of beautiful, busty Christina Carter. Christina glares at her. Tanya shrinks away from her gaze but steels herself to speak. Before she can do so Christina yanks her by the arm and drags her into the apartment. The music throbs. Over the din Tanya hears the voice of another woman and she turns to see Christina's stunning roommate, Emily Addison, spinning around a stripper pole and asking Christina if "their nosy bitch neighbor" is complaining about the music again. Christina smiles malevolently and nods her head. "Let's teach her a lesson." Emily says as a lewd sneer spreads across her deceptively angelic face. Mere moments later the two roommates have stripped Tanya to her underwear and tied her to their stripper pole with the belt from her robe. They take turns feeling up her breasts and raking their fingernails across her taut, sensitive belly. Initially Tanya feels nothing but stark horror. Soon, however, the beat of the music starts to sink into her soul and she finds herself responding with arousal to the rough caresses of her captors. After a few minutes they begin kissing her and rubbing her pussy through the thin material of her pink panties. Tanya moans with desire and they move her to a bed where Emily intends to bring her to a breathtaking climax. Christina, however, has other plans. She loves to stimulate women until they reach the very brink of orgasm and then throttle them into oblivion. Christina and Emily pleasure Tanya for a few more minutes, making her writhe around on the bedsheets and moan in ecstasy. Just as Tanya is about to explode Christina locks her arms around the buxom blonde's neck in a ruthless, inescapable chokehold.. Will Emily join in on the denouement of their neighbor? Or will she herself perhaps become the next victim of Christina's lascivious wrath?? Buy Destruction of a Blonde 3 at DeviantDownloads.com to find out now!






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Behind Blue Eyes

From Tanya Danielle's Catfight Diary: "Recently I became embroiled in a nasty e-mail dispute with gorgeous, busty Christina Carter. One of her admirers, Bob, encouraged me to confront her in person. He scrawled down her address and handed it to me. I stared at him. "She is never going to look the same again." I told him in a flat tone of voice. Bob said nothing. I turned on my heel and headed out the door. Forty five minutes later I was ringing Christina's doorbell. She answered immediately and I could see a tightly contained ferocity lurking behind her pale blue eyes. Without a word she ushered me inside and shut the door behind us. Then I heard her slide a deadbolt into place. 'Oh, how cliche.' I thought to myself. The woman had obviously been watching too many westerns or listening to way too much Kenny Rogers music. I turned to face her. She stood with her arms folded tightly across her chest. Our eyes met. I glared at her for a few long moments before shaking my head with contempt and then looking around the room where we were standing. A sofa with a shabby, old slipcover sat in the corner and a large, framed photograph of a pair of dice graced the wall behind it. A Kmart-esque room divider stood in front of another wall for no apparent reason. Complementing these tawdry furnishings was a fake plant perched atop an end table partially covered in peeling paint. I glanced at the ground and saw a stained expanse of black industrial carpeting. 'You live in this shithole?' I asked Christina incredulously. 'You are more interesting than I thought. I would have bet my life that your home environment would be just as visually pleasing, well-maintained, and utterly boring as you are.' She gave me a long, evaluating look before speaking in carefully measured tones: 'Listen, you dumb cunt.' she said. 'I don't live here. Bob would never give my address to some stupid trailer trash whore like yourself. We are here to fight.' She then pointed over my shoulder and announced: 'There is a camera right behind you. Bob is watching our every move. Why don't you turn around and say hello to him?' Startled, I whipped my head around to see that a video camera on the wall did indeed appear to be filming us. Before I could say anything Christina lunged at me, knocking both my legs out from underneath me. The battle was on! For the next 30-40 minutes each of us seized the upper hand on numerous occasions. Every time this happened the dominant woman would address a few comments to Bob through the camera. I have to admit that Christina proved to be a great deal more dynamic and powerful than I ever could have anticipated. A lot of fury lurks beneath her cool, graceful facade..

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XO Tanya




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Buxom Scientists in Bondage

Scientists Christina Carter and Tanya Danielle have spent most of their careers working for a defense contractor in Lawrenceburg, Virginia. For years they have toiled in obscurity, busily gauging the effects of explosions and artillery fire on mannequins and crash test dummies. Finally the two enterprising inventors have developed a type of body armor which will withstand just about everything short of a nuclear assault. Now they must embark on a series of rigorous tests which will determine whether or not any flaws in the armor still remain. Exhausted but triumphant, the ladies are living practically around the clock at their underground laboratory. On a Tuesday afternoon they decide to visit an upstairs lunch room to eat some food and get a little sunlight. As they engage in quiet conversation during their break they become aware of someone watching them. Before they can summon assistance a masked intruder trains a weapon at their heads and orders them to comply with his demands. Within ten minutes both outraged scientists are struggling against tight, white ropes and trying unsuccessfully to call for help through white cloth gags tied over their mouths. Their attacker stands over them, alternately smiling and then glowering at their distress. When their muffled protests begin to annoy him he rips the cloth gags off their faces and replaces them with black tape. Undaunted, the ladies continue to writhe valiantly against their restraints because they know that their captor's cohorts must be actively plundering their lab as he guards them. The masked man smirks at their defiance before advancing on them and then slowly pulling off all of their clothing until they are wearing nothing on their bodies but thigh-high stockings, stilettos, and coarse white rope. What else does he plan to do to them?? Buy Buxom Scientists in Bondage at CustomVideoTheatre.com to witness Christina and Tanya's shocking stint in captivity now!





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