Everything goes smoothly.

Brad gathered Sabrina's arms behind her back and secured them at the wrists with a short length of rope. Then he used a longer length, wrapping it quickly around her chest and arms, just above her breasts.

"What the fuck?" Sabrina cried out, thrashing about, just a moment too late to be of any use.

Brad handled her easily. It was almost scary to watch him wrap her up, more and more secure even as she struggled and shouted. He was like a spider ensnaring his helpless prey.

"Becca! Don't just stand there! Help!" She cried.

Becca laughed softly and kept filming. "Just pretend I'm not here."

It was then that Sabrina realized there her friend had arranged this. That he was the help she had said she was getting. She had wanted to be tied up, and this was her friend's solution.

She immediately felt less fearful for her life, but she still hadn't signed up for this, and had no desire to be tied up by a stranger. She struggled and tried to kick, thrash, kick, and flee, but nothing was any use.

It took only a minute or two and Sabrina was completely helpless in her rope harness. Brad had even managed to tightly wrap each of the girl's huge breasts just like the footage on the screen.

Sabrina quickly lost the will to fight. The bondage was expertly performed and she was still worked up from everything and now she was properly bound and at the mercy of... whoever this was.

Rummaging through his own bag, he held her firmly by the hair as she calmed down. She stared up at the TV screen, suddenly seeing herself in the woman's place.

She'd never been more turned on or more helpless in her entire life. She would probably kill Becca for this later, but in the moment she was entranced. Trapped in a submissive haze of need and arousal.