Chapter 2 – The Bondage Curse (part 1)

After my encounter with The Spyder, I flew back to my dorm room to tell Monica what had happened. “And you say you actually enjoyed being tied up?” she asked. Monica set aside the book she was reading to fous her attention on me. “Has something like this ever happened before?”

“Well, I’ve been tied up before,” I answered. “I mean, hey, it goes with the job, you know? This time I actually felt disappointment when I managed to free myself. It’s sort of like that weird feeling you get in the bottom of your stomach when your favorite grandma leaves after a long visit.”

Monica nodded and chewed on the end of her pencil. “Tell me exactly what The Spyder said,” she said. I knew that if anybody would be able to help me figure this out, it would be Monica. Not only is she the most beautiful girl I’ve ever know, but she’s also the smartest. Even though we’re both freshmen, she was signed up to take several upper level courses.

“Let’s see, he said that his accomplice had infected me by accident, that they originally intended it for somebody named The Patriot.” As I was relating my experience, I unconsciously picked up the cloth belt from my bath robe and began to wrap it around my ankles.

“Angie,” Monica said in a low voice, “stop and think about what you’re doing.”

I realized what she was getting at and stared at my bound feet. “This is really, really weird! I have got to find The Spyder and get to the bottom of this whole powder thing.”

“You need an informant,” Monica said. “You know, someone like Teddy back home?”

“That’s a good idea,” I said, looking out the window. “I think in the morning I’ll go meet the Police Chief. It’s getting kind of late now.”

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The next morning, Monica and I walked into Silver City Police Headquarters. A very attractive blonde police woman was waiting for us. You must be Blue Angel,” she said, holding out her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Chief Patrick, I assume?” I replied, shaking her hand. The chief of police nodded her head and looked at Monica, expectantly. “This is Monica Bishop,” I said. “My roommate and best friend.”

“A pleasure, and you can both call me Trisha,” Chief Patrick said. “Now then, Blue Angel, how can I help you?”

“Well, things have started out more quickly than I expected,” I replied. “I’m already up to my neck in heroics and I need to get established. Who would you recommend as a good informant?”

Trisha shuddered. “Our best informant is a local photographer named Bernie Lisowski. He’s a pervert, a thief, has no morals whatsoever and he rubs elbows with some of the highest ranking criminal elements in the city. The underworld doesn’t know that he helps us out and he’s privy to all sorts of information. He’ll only give information to attractive female police officers and only if they agree to pay his ‘usual fee’ as he calls it.”

“What’s the fee?” Monica asked.

“Well, like I said, he’s a photographer,” Trisha replied. “He requires that we pose for pictures for him. Sometimes we pose in our uniforms, sometimes in our bathing suits. If the information is valuable enough, we have to pose nude. One nice thing … actually, the only nice thing … about him is he only requires this ‘payment’ if he actually has information that we need, and he bases his pictures on how valuable the information is. I only have to pose nude or in a bikini if it’s really vital information.”

“What does he do with the pictures?” I asked.

“He keeps one copy and sells the others to the highest bidder,” she answered with a wry expression. “I hate to admit it, but my force and I are the main reason he stays in business. We could get along without him, but he sure makes it easier.”

“Wouldn’t you think the criminal element would put two and two together?” Monica asked. “I mean, how likely would it be that this seedy photographer keep convincing female police officers to pose cheesecake for him?”

“We’ve actually gotten pretty good at covering our tracks so nobody learns where we get our information” Trisha responded. “I hand picked several of my police staff from strip clubs, and several of us highlight as models in our spare time, anyway. Bernie has a reputation of being able to find hard-to-get photos which helps to explain away his having them. I make sure only the male officers follow the leads given to us by Bernie, and several of my best officers are ‘on the take’ from the underworld and give away all kinds of false information. Rumors abound that I run a very corrupt force … in fact, it’s taken me about two years to develop this reputation.”

“Very clever,” I nodded approvingly. “Have you ever heard of a fellow named The Spyder?”

“I’m afraid so,” she said. “He’s the biggest, most influential crime boss in town. Did you have a run in with him?”

“He and his gang kidnapped me this afternoon,” I replied. “It seems they were after somebody named Patriot – whoever that is.”

“She’s Silver City’s resident superheroine,” Trisha replied. “Well, I guess the proper thing to say now would be one of our resident superheroines.”

“Anyway, they doused me with some sort of powder and left me tied up in an abandoned building,” I continued. “That’s one reason I wanted to see Bernie, to see if I could get some information.” I turned to Monica, “Do you want to come along?”

“No,” she answered. “I have a date. Besides, Bernie may expect payment from both of us.”

“You what? You have a date? With who? When did that happen?”

“Remember that guy Kevin we met at the campus park?” she asked. “He asked me out after you went to the bank.”

“Man, you don’t waste time!” I exclaimed. “Ok, I’ll fly you back to campus and go straight to Bernie’s studio from there. Do me a favor and shoot me a message in about an hour and see if I’m ok. It’s been nice meeting you, Trisha.”

“A couple of things, Blue Angel,” Trisha said, quickly jotting down some information on a piece of paper. “Here’re the directions to Bernie’s studio. This is supposed to be a secret, but the History Museum was robbed a few days ago. Since you’re going to Bernie’s and making ‘payment’ anyway …”

“See if I can get information on it?” I finished for her. “Sure, maybe he’ll give me a two-for-one special or something.”

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I landed in front of Bernie’s photography studio and walked in. He was a thin man in his 40’s and had black greasy hair. His nose was running and he had a nasty cough. He was sorting through some pictures and hurried to hide them when he saw me walk in. “Teen porn, Bernie?” I asked him.

“Of course not, Blue Angel,” Bernie said. Obviously he already knew who I was. “I run a legitimate business, you know.”

“Yeah, right,” I replied sarcastically, picking up the pictures and looking through them. “You better be careful,” I warned him. “Chief Patrick told me you have a good working relationship going and I would hate to see it ruined if she sees these.”

“I’ll have to make sure she doesn’t see anything then, won’t I?” he replied, snatching the pictures away. “What do you want, Blue Angel?”

“Have you heard about what happened to me earlier today?” I asked.

“Oh, this and that,” he said evasively. “It seems to me I might have heard a whisper or two.”

I sighed. “I’ve heard about your usual fee,” I told him. “I assume you’re going to make me pay it?”

Bernie grinned a nearly toothless smile. “Of course,” he answered, getting out a camera. He walked around me a couple of times, checking me out. He nodded appreciatively at the thong-style back of my uniform and took a couple of long looks at my legs and chest. “Thirty six, twenty two, thirty four,” he commented. “Very nice!”

“How did you know that?” I asked him, blushing fuirously.”

“I’m a professional,” he replied. He looked at me speculatively. “Ok, about my fee. It’s going to be a bit different that what I normally require – I want you to pose for some bondage pictures.”

“You want me to do what?” I practically screamed at him.

“I’ve taken four phone calls in the past hour from people wanting me to find pictures of you tied up. Of course, I know of several websites devoted to that very topic but it’ll be much more profitable if I can provide the pictures myself. Besides, looking at you here and now, there is nothing I want to see more than that gorgeous body of yours wrapped in rope.” As he spoke, Bernie pulled several coils of rope from a desk drawer.

Surprisingly, I was very tempted to agree. Somehow, I managed to shake my head and said, “Forget it, Bernie, I don’t need your information that badly.”

“Oh yes you do, Blue Angel,” Bernie said, “Trust me when I tell you that you really, really want to listen to what I have to tell you.”

God, the temptation was incredible! It took all of my willpower to keep from appearing too eager as I turned around and crossed my wrists behind my back. “A few ground rules though, “ I warned, speaking to myself as much as Bernie. “I will do this for one hour – no more! Also, Don’t you even think about touching me in an inappropriate place while I’m tied up – is that understood?”

“Of course, Blue Angel, of course,” he said as he tied my wrists together. He then motioned to a straight back chair and I sat down. I sat motionless as he first tied my ankles together and then my knees. He then tied my ankles to one of the chair legs and wrapped more rope around my upper legs, trapping my thighs to the chair seat. I tried hard to keep all emotions off my face, but inside I was in pure rapture. I could literally feel tensions I didn’t even know I had melt away with each turn of the rope. As he tied more rope around my upper arms and chest, he explained that The Spyder had some of his thugs steal a collection of Native American totems from the museum. After that was accomplished, he then began making the arrangements to have The Patriot kidnapped. Bernie then mentioned that the police were not releasing any information about the museum robbery, including the fact that there had been one, until they got some leads. That matched up with what Chief Patrick had told me … but something about that began to bother me

“Why did The Spyder want the totems?” I asked, “and why kidnap Patriot?”

“Patriot has been a thorn in The Spyder’s side ever since he appeared last spring. As for the totems, I won’t tell you that until we’re done here,” Bernie said, winding a long white cloth. “Now open wide.”

“Before you gag me, Bernie, are there really websites out there devoted to pictures of me in bondage?”

“Four that I know of,” he replied. I opened my mouth and bit down on the center of the cloth, closing my lips over it. Bernie tied the ends together behind my head and stepped back to inspect his handiwork. “You look incredible,” he panted as he began to take pictures. Trying to resist my inner feelings I didn’t move at first, looking straight ahead without focusing on the camera. After a few minutes, however, my willpower began to crumble and I began to get caught up in the moment. I was in bondage! I was tied up, gagged, and completely helpless! Furthermore, I had never been so completely comfortable and happy! I let myself sink into my feelings and started to ... perform, for lack of a better word. I opened my eyes really wide as if in fright, and I began to squirm in my bonds. I then started to “mmmph” through the gag and looked with pleading eyes at the camera.

Bernie groaned out loud as he continued to snap pictures. After about an hour and several rolls of film, he put down the camera and unfastened his pants. Unashamedly, he began masturbating right there in front of me as he stared at me. That sickened me a bit, but I was enjoying my time in bondage so much that I didn’t let it bother me.

There was a long pause. < OK ... ewww! >

< About ten minutes. >

Bernie staggered towards me, still masturbating, and his sperm shot out, spraying me in the face and over my chest. Enjoying my bondage was one thing, but a facial was more than I really wanted to take. I glared at him, shaking my head back and forth to signify I wanted the gag removed.

so beautiful, tied up and helpless in rope. I’m going to gag you again to keep you from screaming and then I will take you away to be my love slave forever!” He wound the cloth again and came towards me.

“Untie me, Bernie,” I growled.

“No,” he said, “I’m going to keep you tied up for the rest of your life!”

At that, I snapped the ropes binding my wrists and grabbed Bernie by the throat with one hand, knocking him senseless with the other. I dropped his unconscious body to the ground and untied myself, being very careful not to snap any more of it. I gathered up the rope and put it in a nearby bag to take home with me.

Bernie groaned and I turned my attentions to him. “O.K., Bernie, talk,” I snarled, pulling his head off the floor by his hair.

“I think you broke my jaw,” he complained.

“I intended to,” I said. “Now why did The Spyder want the totems?”

“His idea is to use them somehow as a weapon against Patriot,” Bernie replied. “He crumbled the totems into some sort of powder and gave some of it to his gang to use against her. When you appeared, they used it against you instead! That’s all I know ... honest!”

I considered this for a moment. Bernie essentially confirmed my suspicions about the powder, but there were still a lot of questions that needed to be answered. Did the powder have any other effects besides giving me a strong desire for bondage? Was there a cure? There was something that he said about the museum robbery itself that was clicking in my mind, but I couldn’t piece it together. I needed to get back to my room, get a good night’s sleep, and bounce a few ideas off of Monica in the morning.

“O.K., listen to me, you little worm,” I said, still holding Bernie by the hair. “I need an informant, and I have been told that you are the best. We’re just getting to know each other so I’m going to let you off the hook -- this time! We will have the same arrangement that you have with Chief Patrick. I’ll come to you for information and in exchange will agree to pose for you; I’ll even let you tie me up from time to time.” I drew his face close to mine. “But if you ever think of trying to kidnap me again, I’ll rip your nuts off and shove them down your fucking throat. Got me?” Bernie swallowed and nodded.

I got up and headed for the door. “Oh, one last thing,” I said, turning back to him. “Jack off all you want, but spew into a Kleenex, not on me. O.K.?”

I flew back towards campus ... the more I learned about this whole thing, the more confusing it got.

To Be Continued ....