Leather screams for vengeance, yet it appears that her demands are dropping upon deaf ears. Her attitude turns and she confesses defeat, she begs for launch in exchange for what she recognizes.

Behind her gag, Leather calls for help. But on this day, help is nowhere to be found. Dragged into the dark lair, she finds herself spread and affixed to the cross. She will be pumped now, this precious cargo, in hopes of her weakening and exposing what she might know.

Now bound to the stretcher, Leather's eyes grow wide as she is pulled tight. The electrical surge that flows through her thighs and torso only ad to her despair. The evils that be are surely doing their best to extract what she has to offer. And despite her extreme determination, Leather can't help but to succumb slightly when the vibe is pressed upon her cunt.

She has found herself ensnared in a trap unlike any that she has been in before. And she struggles mightily to seemingly no avail. Enraged, Leather demands to be freed, she demands to know her captors identity. Her futile yells have not fallen on deaf ears.Fuzz bombs are activated, sending her into a deep state of unconsciousness. With Leather down, her captors emerge from the shadows.With motives unclear, Leather is further restrained, and upon awakening, she embarks upon the struggle of a lifetime in hopes of avoiding what surely must be an insidious ploy.