SuperTilly is invited to pose for a series of photos in her home to accompany a city newspaper article and she graciously accepts. She's never heard of the photographer before but then again, that's not her world. She believes him when he sways he's been knocking about for a while, shooting pictures of celebrities and traveling the world in his early career as a photojournalist. She's happy to make small talk while she poses. He doesn't have to direct her much, she's done this plenty of times before, but nonetheless he gives her a couple of pointers. When he asks her if she'd pose tied up i...

SuperTilly is invited to pose for a series of photos in her home to accompany a city newspaper article and she graciously accepts. She's never heard of the photographer before but then again, that's not her world. She believes him when he sways he's been knocking about for a while, shooting pictures of celebrities and traveling the world in his early career as a photojournalist. She's happy to make small talk while she poses. He doesn't have to direct her much, she's done this plenty of times before, but nonetheless he gives her a couple of pointers. When he asks her if she'd pose tied up in rope for a few photos she's hesitant, given that it sounds a little corny and super heroines are generally represented as being powerful and imposing, not bound and helpless, even if they do end bound by villains from time to time unfortunately. She doesn't anticipate the suggestions and hesitates for a moment to answer him but when she sees that he's an earnest fan and just wants to try out a twist on a theme - nothing salacious - she agrees to fetch some rope from the other room. She does a simple column tie around her ankles and dons a cleave gag. Then deftly clicks on a pair of handcuffs behind her back and starts posing once more.

Tilly thinks the whole scenario is a bit funny. She's not used to posing like this so she has fun with it. Even if it's corny, it's harmless. She kicks up her legs and with muffle speech says, "Oh no! Help me!" The photographer chuckles and she does the same. "Eek, help!" she cries. She's playing along for the sake of the photos. And if this guy is the fan he says he is, he'll be very happy with them, she figures. She stands up as he asks and poses stock still, front and back. Her thighs and boots are showcased magnificently. Her breasts stand full and pert inside her patriotic bikini. A goddess to behold.

Things go awry when the photographer walks toward her and then gets closer again. He's not snapping photos anymore so what is he doing? Tilly suddenly gets the feeling he's not a photographer at all. She works to free herself from the cuffs she deliberately fixed loose on herself but he's too close, she's not quick enough. He applies a white rag to her face and knocks her out.

When she awakes, she's tied to the chair around her waist. He's also given her a chest tie and affixed it to the back of the chair. Her thighs, calves and even her ankles are bound tightly, leaving her no chance at escape. The slime ball has even clicked her handcuffs tighter and evidently made off with the key. She struggles against her bins, shuffles in the chair and moves it on its legs to try to make an escape. At this point, it all seems futile.