Georgia was an 18 year old model famous for being part of a large family which found fame through a reality TV series looking into their lives. Even though they were popular, fame had clearly gotten to their heads as they featured in most newspapers, news websites and other networks, airing outrageous stories and other general celebrity gossip about them. Georgia herself, having been born into this franchise, had seemingly lost touch with the normalities of life. Yes she was worth billions even as the youngest of the family, but she often ordered people around and treated people in a bad manner. Her most controversial moment was kicking and making fun of a man for having an average car. She loved to laugh at people who were less fortunate than her and could generally be considered as a spoilt brat.
Being this spilt and having the bad attitude to match would make her an enemy of many decent hardworking people. Whilst she made fun and was nasty towards them, she was still making millions just for who she was; yet other people had responsibilities which made them earn every penny after working hard every day.
A spring night. As Georgia prepared to leave the famous party she was leaving in the early hours of the morning, drunk and saying various goodbyes, she spotted her limo she usually got in waiting outside and made her way towards it. As she got in the doors locked and the vehicle began to pull away. She tested the locks in the dark unilluminated backseats.
“Erm any reason why you locked it? I didn’t tell you to.” She asked the driver, beginning to feel a tad uneasy like something wasn’t right. Her apprehension was soon heightened by the response of the radio turning up by the driver. As she settled down in her seat, she suddenly felt a shape approach her from the other side of the luxury vehicle.
Before she could do a thing in protest, she felt herself led down on her front on the seat whilst a human weight sat on her back. She tried to struggle originally, scared at this sudden attack.
“What on earth are you doing? Who are you?” the woman asked as suddenly she felt her wrists pulled behind her and secured with what felt like rope. She was wearing a short green dress that barely touched her mid-thighs and produced a large amount of cleavage for her busty DD chest, accompanied by some golden heels.
As she felt her ankles equally secured tightly by some rope, she began to feel more helpless and began to panic. Just as she was about to scream, she suddenly felt something stuffed in her mouth. Her efforts to spit it out were soon futile as red vet-wrap was wound around her mouth tightly and heavily gagging her. After securing her with another rope in a tight hogtie, a black sack was placed over her head, tied with some tape around her neck, but still with a suitable gap so she could breathe. It was at this point she felt something prick her arm and she soon blacked out.