Blue Angel

Chapter 3 -- The Bondage Curse
(part 2 )

It was midnight, and I couldn’t sleep. Monica hadn’t come home yet so I lay on my bed in my over-sized T-shirt staring up at the ceiling, tossing a softball into the air, and catching it. The events of the past couple of days kept flashing through my mind; being kidnapped at the bank, the odd encounter with Bernie, my unusual reactions to being tied up, all of it. Something Bernie had said about the museum robbery kept striking me as odd, but I couldn’t put my finger on what was wrong.

The door opened quietly and Monica walked in. “You’re still up,” she noted with a smile. “I hope I wasn’t worrying you.” Monica was wearing a very pretty, short white dress and heels. She closed the door and sat down on her bed, taking off her shoes.

“I can’t get comfortable,” I said. “How was your date?”

“It was wonderful!” She exclaimed, a far away look in her eyes. “We spent the whole day together! We went out to dinner at this restaurant near the lake and then for a romantic walk on the beach. Then we went back to his dorm room and made love. Kevin is so wonderful!”

“I certainly hope so,” I said, “if you had sex with him on the first date!”

“It felt so right,” Monica said. “I never felt this way about any of my boyfriends in high school.”

“You did so!” I laughed. “Remember John? How about Brian? You slept with him after the third date! And Larry. Oh, and Gary. Let’s not forget …”

“This is different,” Monica interrupted. “You know, you should get a boyfriend. I mean, look at it, Angie, you’ve been a super heroine for, what, five years now?”

I nodded.

“And in all that time, you have never even been on a date! You have been far too busy catching bank robbers and saving the world and getting kittens out of trees and being a positive role model...”

“You might get some arguments about that last one,” I laughed. “I seem to recall a lot of people disapproving of a thirteen year old running around in nothing but a thong bikini. I understand those yahoos on the televangelist channels still go off on me whenever the opportunity presents itself.”

“Yes, but you get my point. The fact is, with the exception of me and a few select other people, you have not had time to get to know anybody. You’re a beautiful girl, Angie, and there are lots of guys out there who would give their right arm to go out with you! When I went over to Kevin’s room before our date, I met his roommate -- a guy named Seymour Michaels. He’s apparently been one of your biggest fans since you first started making news, and he’s had a crush on you just as long. Can you imagine how thrilled he was when Kevin told him that he met you in the campus park? You should have seen how excited he was when I told him I was your best friend. He practically begged me to get an autograph for him.”

“Really? Wow!” I said. “I’ll have to meet him.”

Monica nodded. “You should. He’s not a knockout like Kevin, but he is kind of cute in a geeky sort of way. I’ll introduce you tomorrow. Oh, how did it go with Bernie?”

I shuddered. “That guy is creepier than Teddy ever was. Anyway, he essentially confirmed that it was the powder that made me enjoy being tied up by The Spyder. It’s apparently some sort of weapon he made out of some Native American totems he stole from the museum. Then Bernie insisted that I let him tie me up and then he got all hot and bothered once I was. I had to break free and beat him up to get out of there.”

“Hmmm,” Monica said as she put on her nightgown. “That seems odd. Chief Patrick made it sound like he was pretty under control. It’s weird that he would jeopardize his relationship with the police like that. I think there’s more to it. I’ll tell you what, Angie, I’ll go over to the campus library when it opens next week and see if I can look up any information on the totems; that might give us some clues. Oh, have you met Missy next door yet?”

I nodded. “She and her roommate Heidi sat with me in the cafeteria during supper.”

“They came by this morning while I was getting ready for my date. They are really cool. Anyway, Missy wanted to hear some more about your super heroics and your adventures but since you ate dinner with them I imagine you’ve already talked about it.”

“Funny you should bring her up during this discussion about Bernie and The Spyder,” I said with a laugh. “What she really wanted to hear about were some of the traps and perils I had been in, positions I had been tied up in, and so forth. She was really fascinated with it!”

Monica rolled over and I turned out the lamp. I turned my pillow over and curled up, but I still couldn’t get comfortable. I knew what was wrong, I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. After about fifteen minutes, I gave up. I turned back on the lamp and rummaged under my bed, pulling out the sack of rope I had taken from Bernie. I went over to Monica’s bed and gently shook her awake.

“Wh-what’s wrong,” she asked.

“I can’t sleep,” I told her. “If I ask you a strange question, will you promise not to laugh?”

“Yes.”

“Will you tie me up? I have a feeling that’s the only way I’m going to get comfortable enough to sleep.” With a straight face, Monica took the bag from me and pulled the rope from it. I pulled a scarf from a drawer and gagged myself with it. I then took off my T-shirt and lay down naked on the bed, hands behind my back. Monica quickly tied my wrists together and then tied my ankles and knees. After covering me with my bedspread, she returned to her own bed and went back to sleep. I felt much better, feeling snug and secure in my bondage. Within minutes, I too was asleep.

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We both slept late the next morning. After Monica woke up and untied me, we started getting ready for breakfast. It was a tedious process; I first had to put on my Blue Angel uniform and then my regular clothes over that. “You really need to learn that spinning thing that Wonder Woman does,” Monica remarked as she watched me pack my boots, belt, and wrist bands into my backpack.

“Tell me about it,” I grumbled. There was a knock on the door and Monica opened it. Outside were Heidi Gregory and Missy Kennedy, our neighbors. Heidi was short and positively gorgeous, with shoulder length honey blonde hair. Missy was just as beautiful as Heidi but her hair was longer and she looked younger than she really was. There was a constant look of excitement in her eyes and she had an odd sense of humor that kept us rolling with laughter as I finished getting dressed.

I slipped a pair of tennis shoes on and we headed down to the cafeteria. The cafeteria was not very busy and we were able to get our food and find a table fairly quickly. A few minutes after we sat down, Monica’s new boyfriend Kevin showed up with a fellow I didn’t know and they joined us. Kevin’s friend was very skinny with short brown hair, and glasses. He nervously looked down at his plate for the first several minutes, although he did steal occasional glances at me.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” I said to him, holding out my hand. “I’m Angie.” He shook my hand weakly and mumbled a quiet hello.

Kevin slapped himself in the forehead with the palm of his hand. “I’m sorry, I completely forgot to introduce you. Angela Blue, this is my roommate Seymour Michaels.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Seymour,” I said, smiling.

“Likewise,” Seymour mumbled. “Are you ... are you really B-B-B-Blue Angel? I m-m-m-m-m-mean, I know you are b-b-b-because I would recognize your face anywhere b-b-but … I mean, wow!”

I smiled at him and nodded. “Yes, I really am Blue Angel and this is Heidi and Missy, our hall mates,” I said, motioning to the girls.

“Nice to m-m-m-m-meet you. Um, could I m-m-m-maybe ... could I have your autograph?” Seymour stammered.

“You want my autograph!” Missy exclaimed. “It’ll cost you a dollar!”

“Sure,” I agreed, playfully shoving Missy. “Would you like it on a picture or in a book?”

“A p-p-p-picture, I have the perfect one in my room!” He said excitedly.

“Cool!” I replied. “I’ll come over later and sign it for you!”

“What freshman orientation activities do they have you scheduled for tomorrow, Angie?” Kevin asked me.

“Oh, a bunch of boring stuff,” I replied. “I think there’s a tour of campus and a poetry reading and I’m not sure what all else. I don’t think they’re going to give us a break until the end of the week. I think they’re having a get acquainted dance Friday night.”

“They are,” Seymour spoke up. “Would you ... um, join m-m-m-me for the dance maybe?”\

“Why, Seymour Michaels!” I said with a look of feigned shock. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yes,” he said quietly.

I considered that for a moment, thinking about what Monica had said earlier. “Seymour, I would love to go out with you,” I said. “Now, this is going to be my very first real date so we’re going to do it right. Let’s have dinner first and then go to the dance, perhaps a romantic stroll somewhere after that. If you’re really good, I might even let you give me a good night kiss.”

“You mean you’ll really g-g-g-go?”

“Of course, silly,” I laughed. “I said I would.”

“Should we make it a double date?” Monica asked.

“Not on my first one,” I said. “No, Seymour and I will go on this date alone.”

Missy took a bit of her scrambled eggs and asked “Who wants to hit the beach?”

“Sounds great!” Monica exclaimed. She looked Kevin in the eye. “It’ll give me a chance to break in my new bikini!”

“I’ll go!” Kevin spoke up immediately.

“What do you say, Seymour?” I asked him. “Care to come with? It’ll help us avoid the whole awkward ‘getting to know each other’ stage of our date ... and, yes, I have a new bikini too.” I answered his unspoken question with a laugh.

He looked at me with a startled look but regained his composure quickly. “I’d really like to go,” he confessed, “and see you ... well, you know, but I’m afraid I can’t g-g-g-g-go this time. I have a few other m-m-m-matters to attend to.”

I poked my lower lip out and looked at him with my ‘puppy dog eyes’ look. “Well, if you’re sure.”

“Um ... yeah. Can you c-c-c-come over later and sign the picture?”

“Sure,” I said. “How about we all meet there before dinner and eat together?” Everybody agreed and Seymour left rather hurredly.

Missy laughed and Heidi asked, “Where is he off to in such a hurry?”

“What with you girls talking about bikinis and Angie batting her eyelashes at him, probably either straight to our room or the nearest bathroom stall, unless I miss my guess,” Kevin replied. “It’s a guy thing ... you wouldn’t understand.”

I blushed, remembering the effect I had on Bernie, and then laughed. “Poor Seymour,” I said. “I hope he doesn’t think I’m leading him on.”

“Angie,” Monica said, “You’re going out with him! That usually doesn’t happen when you lead somebody on.”

“Oh, good,” I said, draining my glass of orange juice. “Now that that’s settled, let’s go.”

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Seymour was the main topic of conversation as we laid out on the beach. “I really feel sorry for the guy,” Kevin said. “We have a lot of jocks on our floor and they like to pick on him. Going out with you will be a real booster for him, Angie.”

“You think so? He’s really very sweet and I like him a lot,” I said. “I know he’s not the best looking guy in the world, but he’s so genuine and nice. I mean, how can you not like a guy who thinks the world of you?”

“This is really great!” Heidi exclaimed as she stretched out. “I am really not looking forward to tomorrow. They have me starting out at 7:30 tomorrow morning.”

“Yuck!” Monica exclaimed. “My planned activities don’t start until 10. How about you, Angie?”

“I’m in Heidi’s group,” I said, “so it’s an early start for me too. I’ll pop over on my way tomorrow, Heidi, and we can walk together.”

“I’m in that group too,” Missy said, rolling over onto her stomach. “We can all hang out together. Guess you’ll be the lonely one, Monica.”

Monica laughed. “Not too lonely,” she replied. “Kevin’s in my group.”

“We may even make it to some of the activities,” Kevin said, chuckling when she blushed deeply.
“Seriously though, Angie. I’ve kind of been wondering why you agreed to go out with Seymour. I mean, sure he’s a nice guy and all but you are gorgeous! You could have any man you want!”

“Well,” I replied, leaning back and resting my head in my hands, “Ever since I started my heroine career, I have had thousands of admirers. From the time I was fourteen, I’ve been getting dozens of marriage proposals in the mail from men -- and even women -- from all walks of life. Pimple-faced boys and full grown men, high school students and even a couple of state representatives ... all of them wanted to date me, to marry me, and to have sex with me. I keep telling myself I’m too busy for all of that, but something about Seymour is different, though. I can tell by looking in his eyes that he didn’t necessarily want sex ... all he wants to do is be with me.” I lay back and shut y eyes, thinking over what I had just said.

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That night as I lay bound and gagged in my bed, I found myself thinking again about Seymour. He wasn’t all that good looking, but I realized I was really looking forward to our date that weekend. I softly chuckled as I pictured myself wrapped in his arms as he kissed me good night. With a contented sigh, I drifted off to sleep.

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The freshman orientation activities kept me very busy. All of the freshmen were divided into groups for the activities and our schedules were so full it left us with very little free time. During that week, I got to know Heidi and Missy very well. The rest of our group consisted largely of football players, which made for a very interesting week. One of the guys, Tim Trysla, claimed to be a football hero in high school and was confident he was going to be first string quarterback this year. He first set his eyes on Heidi, until he got a little too fresh and she knocked him flat on his back. He then turned his attention to me, but I ignored him. One of the things you get when you run around in a revealing superheroine uniform is unwanted attention, but you also get pretty good at letting it roll off. I did end up having one good laugh at his expense however.

“My nickname in High School was ‘69’, Sweet Knees,” he bragged to me one morning when all his buddies were around to hear. I hated it when he called me Sweet Knees. “Bet you can guess the reason they called me that, isn’t that right, Sweet Knees?” It didn’t take a genius to figure out where he was going with this, but I shocked him by knowing the real answer – courtesy of Missy who had gone to High School with him.

“Why, Tim,” I said to him sweetly, batting my eyelashes with fake adoration. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with those 69 points you gave up in fumbles and interceptions during your senior year homecoming game, would it?” Missy, Heidi, and I walked away amidst the roars of laughter coming from Tim’s buddies.

I didn’t get to see Seymour at all during the week, and I only saw Monica at night ... and sometimes not even then. What little free time we had, we pretty much spent in the dorm getting to know the rest of the girls on our floor. The floor had three separate hallways, with 20 girls to a hall. Our Floor leader was a junior named Julia Ehnle. Julia was very pretty with short blonde hair and glasses. She always joined in the fun, but remembered to keep her duties from lacking.

On Thursday of that week, the girls from the floor decided to gather in the TV lounge and order pizza. Julia decided this was an official floor activity, so she dug into the Floor Activity Fund and paid for the pizza and pop ... or soda, depending on where you were from. It was really a lot of fun. As you would expect from a field of 60 people, we had a wide variety of girls on our floor. We had two students from Japan, a set of triplets and twins, a couple of girls who were cousins, and a former child actress. We were also joined by the Dorm Director, Lisa Burgess, who had come up to see what the noise was about. Lisa, a neatly dressed and very attractive African American woman, looked to be a non-nonsense type but she fit in well with the rest of the girls.

As it turned out Monica’s boyfriend was the unlucky guy who got to deliver all those pizzas. We tipped him well, however, and Monica gave him a look that promised a special tip later that night. While we ate the pizza, a game of truth or dare broke out but we quickly forgot the game and everybody agreed to tell one of their darkest secrets.

“My secret is I tie myself up all the time,” Missy confessed, “and I love to put myself in dangerous situations too.”

“Oh, do tell!” Lori Davis insisted.

“Do you remember that hurricane that hit the coast last summer?” Missy asked. “Well, while everybody else was being evacuated, I was naked, tied up, and gagged on the beach. I had dropped the backpack that contained my clothes and the keys to my handcuffs about a hundred yards away and had to inch my way over to it to free myself.”

“Oh my!” I exclaimed. “You could have been killed!”

“I know,” she replied, “but the idea was not to be.”

“What’s the closest you ever came to being killed?” Michelle Owens asked.

“Let’s see,” she said, frowning. “Probably the time I dressed up in a really short skirt with spiked heels and hit the streets after midnight -- just to see what would happen. As you might guess, I was kidnapped by some really rough guys who stripped me and tied me up. They then planned to gang rape me and leave me for dead, but a rival gang attacked them. There I was tied to a bed while gunfire raged all around me. Turned out I was the only one in the room who wasn’t killed!”

“Well,” one of the Japanese girls, Takako declared, throwing her hands up in the air, “I think she’s the winner. That blows all of my secrets away!”

“Mine too!” I laughed. “Please promise me that you won’t do anything that stupid again, though.”

“Don’t worry,” Missy said, “I don’t mind cheating death, but rape is another thing altogether.”

Monica looked at her watch. “Oh!” She exclaimed, “I need to get going! Kevin should be home from work and I promised him I’d spend the night!” She hurried from the hall while Heidi looked speculatively at Missy.

“Angie and Missy have said that they have been tied up at least once in their lives,” she said. “How about the rest of you? How many of us have ever been tied up?” She raised her hand. “I’ll admit that I had a boyfriend in High School who tied me up during sex.” Two or three of the girls in the hall raised their hand.

“Be honest now, how many of you want to be tied up?”

There was moment of stunned silence during which nobody moved. Then, a quiet red-haired girl named Lori blushed a little as she raised her hand. Surprisingly, every girl in the hall followed suit, including Lisa and Julia! I looked around in shock. I had a hard time believing that this was natural. Could the powder I was infected with be contagious? After a full week on campus, I would have thought that it would be more evident by now. Monica had shown no signs throughout the week and she would have told me if she wanted me to tie her up the way she tied me each night. There had to be another answer.

We sat around and talked some more for about twenty minutes when the door slammed opened and Monica stormed in carrying a piece of paper. < In our room ... NOW!> her thought screamed at me as she passed. I excused myself and followed her to our room, Heidi and Missy right behind me with looks of concern on their faces. I rushed into our room and saw Monica had collapsed on her bed and was crying. I knelt down next to her and put my arms around, talking to her soothingly. She sat up and buried her face into my shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. After a few minutes, she composed herself and wiped the tears from her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”I asked softly.

“I went over to Kevin’s room,” she said, struggling to keep back more tears. “I knew Seymour wasn’t going to be there so I just walked in without knocking. Kevin was lying on his bed and he was masturbating and looking at this!” She thrust the paper she had been holding out and let it fall to the floor. Heidi stooped down to pick up the piece of paper and looked at it. She then looked at me with a shocked expression on her face and handed the paper to Missy . Missy stared at the paper and gave a low whistle, handing it to me. On the paper was a picture of me in my Blue Angel uniform, tied up and gagged!

“This is from last Saturday when the Spyder kidnapped me!” I exclaimed. “Where did he get this?” Monica just shook her head and started sobbing again.

“It’s a printed picture,” Heidi noted, “like he downloaded it from the internet.”

“The Spyder’s men did take pictures of me while I was their prisoner,” I said. “Somehow I figured the pictures would end up on the net. I guess the real question is why your boyfriend was masturbating to it.”

“That’s not hard to figure out, Angie!” Monica said angrily. “Kevin is into bondage and here we have a picture of a gorgeous blonde wearing the world’s skimpiest bikini and tied up!”

“Don't get mad at me,” I protested. “It’s not like I intentionally modeled for Kevin! Besides, you picked the bikini out as I recall.”

“We’re not going to get anywhere getting mad at each other ... let’s go get ‘discuss’ the matter with Kevin instead” Heidi said., cracking her knuckles.

An off the topic comment here. The cracking of knuckles can be very intimidating and I’ve often thought that it would be a useful thing to do. The one time I tried, however, I ended up breaking my hand. Trust me when I tell you that having super strength can be very overrated at times.

“Wait a second,” I said, holding up my hand. “I think there’s more going on here than meets the eye. I hate to say this, Monica, but I believe Kevin may be involved somehow with The Spyder!”

“What makes you say that?” She asked.

“A couple of things. Let me ask you a question, are you feeling in any way a desire to be tied up?”

Monica frowned. “Now that you mention it, yes,” she replied. “On my way over to Kevin’s room, I thought about asking him to tie me up before making love to me tonight. He’s been hinting at it all week and I thought I would give him a special treat.”

“This is significant,” I told Missy and Heidi. “Monica has had several boyfriends in the past and she has never shown the slightest interest in bondage before tonight. A couple of them asked, but she has always turned them down flat.”

“And every girl on the floor said that they wanted to be tied up, remember?” Heidi asked.

“I’m entering into the realm of pure speculation here,” I admitted, “but suppose Kevin laced our pizzas with the ‘bondage powder’ that the Spyder infected me with before delivering them tonight. That would explain the sudden and unanimous interest in bondage among our floor mates.”

“Why would he do that?” Monica asked.

“There are several possible reasons,” I replied. “It could be that he just wanted to make you more willing to be tied up -- but that wouldn’t explain how he got his hands on the powder. It could also be part of some larger plot of the Spyder’s.”

“Assuming that this is the case,” Missy said, “what do we do now?”

“We go talk to Kevin,” I said, changing into my uniform. “There are too many unknowns here than I am at all comfortable with. I want some answers, and I’m not even sure of all the questions yet.”

To Be Continued .....