Buxom Showgirls in Bondage

Professional dancers Ariella Ferrera and Tanya Danielle are participating in a limited run engagement at the Academy Theatre. The director encourages his troupe to pour their hearts into each performance. They do so with zeal because the entire cast is hoping to add more showtimes to their weekly Sunday matinee appearance. One day after a particularly punishing rehearsal Ariella and Tanya retire to a lounge area within the Academy Building to rest their legs. They discuss an exciting rumor that a well-known producer wants to bring their show to Broadway. In the midst of the conversation a nearby door bangs open and shut. The women wait expectantly to see who will enter the room. Nobody does. "Who could that have been?" Tanya wonders aloud. "Probably just the wind." Ariella responds. They continue chatting until suddenly a shadow falls across their curvaceous forms. Before either woman has a chance to react a masked intruder ensures their silence by levelling a gleaming firearm at their heads. Another man materializes behind him and proceeds to bind the lithe, toned dancers with tight, white rope. When Ariella voices her indignation the assailant quickly gags both hostages with strips of white cloth. The men then depart from view. Tanya and Ariella immediately exchange defiant glances and begin struggling wildly against their restraints. Several times over the next two hours their captors return to gloat over the ladies' helpless predicament, rip off pieces of their clothing, and replace their old gags with new ones. Eventually daytime turns to night and the desperate, naked women begin to wonder whether anyone has even noticed their absence.. 

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American Damsel

Foreign-born neighbors of American damsel Tanya Danielle have decided to make a public display of their displeasure with current economic policy here in the States. They seize the blonde as she is reclining on a chaise lounge in her backyard reading a book. After tightly binding her wrists behind her back they force her to mount a large platform which looms over the nearby interstate highway. Startled motorists nearly lose control of their vehicles as they drive past the topless, writhing captive. Tanya fights with all of her might to free herself from her restraints. Her abductors have threatened to throw her into the oncoming traffic below as the piece de resistance of their demonstration..

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Power Girl vs. Bat Girl - Part 1

Power Girl (Tanya Danielle) ventures into the devious Bat Girl's lair looking for Wonder Boy. She finds the Bat wench (Summer Cummings) disguised as a sex slave, bound and seemingly helpless. Will Power Girl fall into the evil Bat Girl's trap??

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Sultry Saffron Taylor

Enjoy!


XO Tanya





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Holland Hotel Christmas

The building looked charred, dirty, and decrepit. It hardly came as a surprise to learn that a man had burned to death inside of it. "His passing provoked no sorrow." Tanya's companion told her. "That fella had been living on the fringes for a long, long time. Do you know what I mean?" She knew. Places like the Holland Hotel often played host to individuals who, as a result of either their desire or their desperation, had opted out of conventional society. Many were hiding from ugly pasts as they hurtled toward equally brutal destinies. "You check into a place like this and you can do whatever you want to yourself." the old man said as she continued gazing at the dark, grime-covered bricks of the structure. "Ain't nobody gonna stop you." His words hung in the air, sounding very much like an omen. She hoped that he would keep speaking but he just stared at her with his ancient, tragedy-filled, blue eyes. After he vanished Tanya circled the perimeter of the property. Several paper signs taped to street-level windows proclaimed that "The Hotel is now closed for business." How late was she? The following morning she began researching the establishment and quickly discovered that the last known fire at the property had occurred in 1981. An inhabitant of one of the rooms had fallen asleep with a lit cigarette and died in the resulting blaze. His name was Arnold Smith. She kept hunting for more information. After poring over hundreds upon hundreds of mostly irrelevant documents Tanya found that a cold case investigator working on the 35-year-old Black Dahlia murder had considered Mr. Smith a prime suspect in the notorious slaying. As fate would have it Smith perished just days before a scheduled interview with the investigator. With a deep exhalation Tanya shut down the antiquated microfiche machine and let her mind hum with all of these new revelations. Could a nearly indigent drunkard have taken the life of the Dahlia? It seemed eerily appropriate. The misfits of society often gravitate to one another, sometimes with startlingly violent results. Conflagrations involving these types of ravaged souls usually do not garner much notice. To Tanya the most riveting aspect of the Dahlia case was the fact that so many people had become obsessed with the woman in death when no one had cared about her in life. By most accounts the unfortunate lady had drifted from city to city, from address to address, and from man to man without developing any permanent ties to anyone or anything. Tanya could relate. An unexplainable compulsion drew her back to the Holland the very next day. She sensed that someone was still living inside of the place and knew that she would probably attract his attention when she reappeared in the vicinity. Suffused with a familiar combination of fear, exhilaration, and curiosity she parked her car and approached the premises. Two unbidden thoughts popped into her mind just as she reached the threshold of the long-defunct hotel. Firstly, no one would ever report her missing. Secondly, her body would likely never be found. Before she could react to these disturbing premonitions she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head. Her next conscious realization came as she awoke inside of a tiny room. She found herself handcuffed next to a Christmas tree. A reflection of her own stunned, horrified face mocked her as she gazed into the mirror-like, black goggles worn by the man who loomed above her..

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Cat-n-Mouse

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Buxom Explorers in Bondage

Urban explorers Kymberly Jane and Tanya Danielle enjoy prowling through the dark alleyways and abandoned buildings of Los Angeles. On a quiet Saturday morning the women drive to 1246 Hope Street, site of the now-defunct Morrison Hotel. Upon arrival Kymberly asks Tanya if she recognizes the place. Tanya shakes her head slowly as she gazes at the large, vacant structure. “I don’t recognize it but I feel like I should. This building has some kind of strange energy which makes me want to discover its secrets.” A man saunters past them on the sidewalk. He raps twice on the main entrance to 1246 Hope and then proceeds on his way. Tanya stares at him as he vanishes into the distance. “What was that about?” she wonders aloud. “Why was he banging on the doors?” Her questions hang in the air. “The doors?” Kymberly finally says. “Yes.” Tanya replies as she gestures at the decayed threshold of the hotel. “Those doors. Didn’t you just see that? That man just pounded twice on the doors.” Once again her words fail to provoke an immediate response from Kymberly. As they continue to survey the property a slight breeze ruffles the women’s long hair and causes Tanya to shiver involuntarily. All of a sudden she exclaims: “The Doors! Now I see why you brought me here. This is where Jim Morrison and The Doors shot the 1970 album photos for Morrison Hotel!” Kymberly merely laughs and the two friends step onto the curb and prepare to find an unsecured portion of the building through which they can force an entry. Unbeknownst to them a man is watching their every move through the cracked, dusty window panes of room 306. He idly rearranges lengths of white rope and a wide assortment of gags as he tracks their progress around the block. The two women will be visiting the Morrison Hotel for a much longer span of time than either of them had intended..

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