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Libby Carlysle was somewhat traumatized by the quicksand fetish video she starred in, but the money she made up front and from the video's online sales proved to be the perfect therapy. So, when producer/director/editor/marketing manager Paul Munson suggested Libby do a series of damsel in distress videos, she decided to give it a try.

Which brings us to the commercial garage of one of Paul's friends early on a Sunday morning. With the addition of a few props, the garage is now the setting for Libby's first DiD video, featuring a hapless assistant district attorney who finds herself in deep trouble.

"Jeeze, Paul, you think you got enough rope?"

"Why, do you think we need more?"

"Hell, no! We both better hope I don't have ta' pee before we're done. You'll never untie me in time. And don't tell me how you'll sell more copies if I pee myself."

"Well, we probably would, but if you don't want to, I'll respect that."

"How'd you learn to tie people...no, never mind. I do not want to know."

"Actually, Meg Reed..."

"No! I do NOT want to hear about the weird crap you and Miss Skank do together. Okay, so remind me again who I'm supposed to be and why I'm dressed like a stripper secretary."

"Okay...once again...you're an assistant district attorney..."

"A what?"

"It's like a lawyer for the government. Anyway, you discovered that your boss has been taking payoffs from a prominent crime organization in exchange for not prosecuting them. They know that you know, so they have to make you disappear before you blow the lid off of the whole arrangement. To that end, they're encasing your feet in cement, after which they're going to take you out on a boat and drop you in. Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it. Seems a little elaborate for a beat-off video, but it's your show."

"It's not a beat-off video...although, some viewers may be inspired to do so. And believe it or not, most viewers of DiD videos are highly intelligent and appreciate a good backstory."

"Whatever you say, as long as I get paid. What is it you want me to do again? It's not like I can do much like this."

"You can do plenty. I'm going to need you to struggle, squirm, grind your hips, whimper, gag talk, mmmph, look scared, maybe cry a little, and react to the dialog I'll be delivering offscreen as the bad guy."

"The hell is 'mmmphing'?"

"You'll figure it out as soon as I get this tape gag on you."

"Great. I don't know if I can do this. The actin', I mean. Like, in the quicksand, I was genuinely scared. Ain't nothin' scary about Dale Turner's garage cept' th' restroom."

"I don't know. Could be really scary if that cement your feet are in hardens."

"'Scuse me?"

"Oh, yeah. The chemical reaction produces a huge amount of heat. Like, enough for third degree burns."

"What!? What the hell? You didn't say nothin' about that! Get me outta' this crap, NOW!"

"Libby, it's okay. I mixed that stuff so thin it's never going to set up. I just wanted to...inspire you."

"You're an ass, Paul! But...I think I can act scared now."

"That's the spirit, Libs! I know you can do it. You're going to be amazing. Now, let's just get this tape gag on you and will start filming."

"Fine, but don't call me...mmmph!"

"See, I told you you'd figure out what mmmphing is. And we're rolling in 3...2...1...Action!"

Created in DAZ Studio 4.21.

Description
Libby Carlysle was somewhat traumatized by the quicksand fetish video she starred in, but the money she made up front and from the video's online sales proved to be the perfect therapy. So, when producer/director/editor/marketing manager Paul Munson suggested Libby do a series of damsel in distress videos, she decided to give it a try.

Which brings us to the commercial garage of one of Paul's friends early on a Sunday morning. With the addition of a few props, the garage is now the setting for Libby's first DiD video, featuring a hapless assistant district attorney who finds herself in deep trouble.

"Jeeze, Paul, you think you got enough rope?"

"Why, do you think we need more?"

"Hell, no! We both better hope I don't have ta' pee before we're done. You'll never untie me in time. And don't tell me how you'll sell more copies if I pee myself."

"Well, we probably would, but if you don't want to, I'll respect that."

"How'd you learn to tie people...no, never mind. I do not want to know."

"Actually, Meg Reed..."

"No! I do NOT want to hear about the weird crap you and Miss Skank do together. Okay, so remind me again who I'm supposed to be and why I'm dressed like a stripper secretary."

"Okay...once again...you're an assistant district attorney..."

"A what?"

"It's like a lawyer for the government. Anyway, you discovered that your boss has been taking payoffs from a prominent crime organization in exchange for not prosecuting them. They know that you know, so they have to make you disappear before you blow the lid off of the whole arrangement. To that end, they're encasing your feet in cement, after which they're going to take you out on a boat and drop you in. Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it. Seems a little elaborate for a beat-off video, but it's your show."

"It's not a beat-off video...although, some viewers may be inspired to do so. And believe it or not, most viewers of DiD videos are highly intelligent and appreciate a good backstory."

"Whatever you say, as long as I get paid. What is it you want me to do again? It's not like I can do much like this."

"You can do plenty. I'm going to need you to struggle, squirm, grind your hips, whimper, gag talk, mmmph, look scared, maybe cry a little, and react to the dialog I'll be delivering offscreen as the bad guy."

"The hell is 'mmmphing'?"

"You'll figure it out as soon as I get this tape gag on you."

"Great. I don't know if I can do this. The actin', I mean. Like, in the quicksand, I was genuinely scared. Ain't nothin' scary about Dale Turner's garage cept' th' restroom."

"I don't know. Could be really scary if that cement your feet are in hardens."

"'Scuse me?"

"Oh, yeah. The chemical reaction produces a huge amount of heat. Like, enough for third degree burns."

"What!? What the hell? You didn't say nothin' about that! Get me outta' this crap, NOW!"

"Libby, it's okay. I mixed that stuff so thin it's never going to set up. I just wanted to...inspire you."

"You're an ass, Paul! But...I think I can act scared now."

"That's the spirit, Libs! I know you can do it. You're going to be amazing. Now, let's just get this tape gag on you and will start filming."

"Fine, but don't call me...mmmph!"

"See, I told you you'd figure out what mmmphing is. And we're rolling in 3...2...1...Action!"

Created in DAZ Studio 4.21.