Occupational Hazard of a Dude in Distress




His captor turned off the camera and turned to him. Just moments ago she had
delivered an eloquent, slightly melodramatic ultimatum to her arch-enemy, his
secret girlfriend.

"Okay," she said, dropping all pretense. "I can't keep avoiding this."

She sauntered over to him, looking down at his bound form. Her frank appraisal
made him blush, and that seemed to amuse her. It was astounding, despite the
danger, to see how un-pretentious she was in private. She put her hand over
her eyes in the universal "seriously?" gesture. Then, without warning, she
straddled his lap, pressing her pelvic bone tightly against his hard cock.

"Mmmph!" he let out a muffled cry of both surprise and embarressment.

"Right. Did you really think I didn't notice this?"

He blushed even more and avoided her gaze. He had hoped she hadn't. He'd
responded the moment she grabbed him. She'd seized him from behind, pulling
his arms behind his back, and pinning them with one arm, while her other hand
clamped over his mouth. The feel of her breasts pressing against his elbows,
coupled with the sudden helplessness, and her hand sealing away his cries for
help...

But up till now she hadn't called attention to it so he'd been able to pretend
it hadn't happened. Almost.

As if being held hostage by a possibly homicidal maniac wasn't bad enough,
here was the added humiliation of possibly enjoying it.

She slid her arms around his neck and head, squeezing her chest against him as
well, and gently resting her lips against his ear. "Is this your first
abduction I wonder?" she whispered. "Has she rescued you before? Does that
turn you on? Or is it being snatched and held prisoner that's doing it for
you?"

She ground against him a bit. And she honestly wasn't sure if she was doing it
just to mess with him, or if she was genuinely turned on herself.

"Sorry to tell you this honey, but trust me, she's going to notice this too.
Maybe she'll think it's the rescue, but she might think you like the bondage.
She might even figure I...did something." She sighed, and started talking to
herself as much as to him. "She doesn't strike me as quite as prudish as some
of those goody-goody types, but I can't guarantee this isn't going to mess
with your relationship. Sorry."

She absently wrapped her legs around his waist, and after a moment, gave the
tape over his mouth a long, hard kiss.

"I've gotta go now. I'll level with you, you're here to draw her away from
what I'm really up to. But..." She came to a decision. Whether it was an
actual attraction to him (he was kinda cute), or an idea of how to further
fuck with her enemy, or both, she didn't know. Or care, just now.

"If she dumps you, or if you just decide that you really liked our time
together...I'll tell you how to find me. If I ever find you at the place I'm
gonna tell you, I'll take you. And keep you. That's not a threat. It's an
offer. And not one made lightly. Think about it honey."

And then she was gone, and he was alone with his thoughts.

The End