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I'm reporting on some gang violence and had an anonymous tip that will be breaking news for sure.  I have my notepad walking through this area that i probably shouldn't be..but whats the worse that can happen.  I can be asked to leave, right?  I have my button blouse on and my knee length skirt on with my back seamed thigh high stockings on.  I walk passed a shed but nothing looks suspicious so i keep walking, little do i see the door opens behind me when 2 thugs coming running and 1 grabs me hard XXXXing the breath out of me and my notebook to the ground as i fight and i fight with all my might.  I would have kept fighting but the 2nd thug hits me over the head, allowing me to only see the back of my eyelids.  They roll my XXXX body over then shove a ballgag in my mouth so when i do wake up, my cries for help are muffled. He then flops my XXXX body over and ties my wrists together behind my back with rope. Then he takes my dead-weight legs and bends them and ties them with my foot to my butt ending in a frogtie all while still XXXX. You get a great look at my stockings, my bra and up my skirt at my purple panties too. Once they have done that and know i cant run away now, they get a water hose out and wake me up with the spray of water in my face and all over.  I frantically wake up and fight and struggle and protest through my gag.  I roll around, I fight the ropes but there's no escaping to say the least. I plead and cry but they have no mercy as he grabs my ponytail and moves me where he wants me. He takes his liberty and gropes and fondles me no matter how i'm reacting. i gag talk and plead to them i wont turn them in or report them, i promise..but my muffled words go wasted to their mute ears and silent behavior. My ass gets spanked, my have fallen off revealing my 15 Denier Contrast Seamed Stockings in all their glory. I'm manhandled more as they XXXX my frogtied bound legs part slapping my inner thighs many times.  The thugs twist my nipples so hard making me scream even more so but since a hand is over my gagged mouth, no one can hear me.  They spray me again with the ice cold water, manhandle me more then sit me up and send me to lala XXXX land once again.  Stay tuned for part 2 of this very wet, dirty, bound predicament reporter Fayth got herself into snooping around where she shouldn't have been.