Annies investigation goes wrong (46 lovely pics!)

Description:   Red-haired Annie stands outside Curt Mansfield's hotel room and looks around. She had received a message from her boss Maggan that Mansfield was in town and was currently at one of the more upscale restaurants. He was rarely in town, but it could be that he was here on "work". Curt Mansfield was suspected of human trafficking, picked up young girls both from Asia and the Middle East, and then forced them into prostitution. Annie had been trying for a few years to get more information about the Mansfields and how he worked, and maybe now she had an entry point to information.   Maggan had found out both which hotel and which room number (a suite, of course) he was staying at, and as he right now was not in the room, there was an opportunity to look for information. Annie had been at a dinner herself when Maggan called, and went directly in a taxi to the hotel. Unfortunately, that had meant she might not have the best clothes for the job, but time was of the essence as they didn't know how long Mansfield's dinner would last. Dressed in a dark coat, and underneath a black blouse and matching skirt. To this a pair of black high-heeled boots with snakeskin trim. High heels had just become an internal "competition" at Maggan and Marit's detective office, and all the girls did their best to challenge each other...   Now Annie stood outside Mansfield's door, checking that her gun was securely attached to her right thigh. She takes a key card out of her purse, and gently opens the door. It seems quiet inside.   Carefully, Annie enters the great suite. Everything seems calm, and cautiously she begins to look for clues/information about Mansfield's business. In an armchair she sees a bag which she begins to examine. There seem to be some papers there that might be of interest. But then Annie gets the feeling that something is wrong. Did she hear any sound? She drops her bag to listen carefully. Suddenly, a large man appears in front of her! "What is this? What are you doing here?" he says in his dark voice. Annie quickly tries to get out the gun she has on her thigh, and points it at the man. But he is quick, and manages to grab her arm, twist her body and wrest the gun from her hand. Now it's the man who threatens Annie with her own gun.   "I ask you again, what are you doing here" says the man. "I must have gone into the wrong room..." Annie tries without the slightest sign that the man believes her. “Take off your coat carefully, then continue to hold your arms outstretched and stand with your face and hands facing the wall. And, legs apart!” he continues.   The man begins to dredge her body, and his hands also find their way up her thighs. "Hey, stop it you bastard" she says as her hands move under her tail. "You should just shut up," he says and continues. When he can't find any more weapons on her, he tells her to turn away from the wall and stand with her hands outstretched while he checks her purse. "Well, this little lady works as a detective and snoops around. How interesting. Then it was a pity for you that I was at home. Sit on the chair!” Annie sees no other solution than to obey.   “I'm sure you understand that I can't let you leave here, but I also need to be able to check a few other things. For it to work, I have to make sure you come up with something," he says, smiling.   From a bag he suddenly takes out a number of red ropes and begins to tie her up. “Please, you don't have to do this, I promise to be calm.” she says. "Haha", don't think so. This will be best for all of us” he answers. A little while later, Annie's arms are tied behind her back, and she also has ropes holding her arms to her sides with ropes around her body above and below her breasts. She has ropes tied above her knees, and also around her ankles. From there, a rope is also drawn under the chair, so she cannot kick her legs forward. The ropes are tight. "That's it," says the man, "then there's only one thing left. He takes out a roll of red duct tape and tears off a piece. "No" says Annie, no gagging, I promise not to say anything", but it's useless. Within minutes several pieces of tape are over her mouth.   "So" says the man, admiring his work, "Now you're sitting nicely there, and you're pretty and look damn sexy in the clothes you're wearing and those delicious boots. I just got an idea…”   Suddenly he walks away, leaving Annie alone. She tries to free herself from the ropes, but they are so tight, and there is no chance of reaching any of the knots. She hears the man talking on the phone while she struggles, to no avail. She hears the man finish his conversation, and approaches her.   "Exactly, what I thought" he says. "It's the case that we don't just bring girls from all over the world to us, we also "export" girls from here. The oil sheiks are especially interested in white girls, and pay very well for them. You are clearly interesting to be sent abroad, and I will take some pictures of you and send them to our speculators".   "Oh no" Annie thinks when he takes out his mobile phone and takes pictures of her. “This is really not good. Are they going to sell me to the Middle East? I have to break free" she thinks and continues to struggle with the ropes.   The man disappears again and Annie hears him talking on the phone again while trying to get away. But the ropes don't give way. The man stops talking on the phone and comes back, and happily he says: “ Can you imagine, one of the Arabs is willing to put a huge price on you, but he wants to see what your breasts looks like first. I will therefore ease your blouse and take a few more pictures”. He unbuttons her blouse under her protests, and says “Wow, they look amazing. And you don't have a bra either, that makes it a lot easier." He quickly takes pictures, and disappears again.Annie continues to struggle with the ropes, she now understands that she is really in bad shape, but the ropes don't give a bit. She must break free, otherwise all is lost.   Suddenly the man stands in front of her again, at the same time she hears a knock on the door. “Aha,” he says” then my men are here to pick you up and make sure you have a safe and pleasant trip to the Middle East. Have fun with the sheik, and don't forget sunscreen oil. Hahaha…"