Chapter 4 -- The Bondage Curse
(part 3)

Perhaps this would be a good time to recap and sum up what has happened so far. Monica and I arrived at our new campus on Friday. That same day I was kidnapped by some guy calling himself The Spyder and infected with some sort of ‘bondage curse.’ Less than a week later, every girl on my dorm floor was infected with the same curse. To make things worse, I was no closer to learning who The Spyder is than I was before. Some heroine I am, huh? The only thing I had learned was that it was Monica’s boyfriend Kevin who had infected the girls in the dorm. Once we realized what was going on, Monica and I took a couple of girls from our hall and went to go question Kevin.

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“Why did you do it, Kevin?” I asked.

“It all started last Saturday when we met you in the park,” he replied. Kevin was sitting on his bed with Heidi, Missy and me surrounding him. Monica was at Kevin’s computer doing a bit of quick research on the internet. “Two positively gorgeous girls, and one of them a superheroine to boot. It occurred to me that there might be pictures out there of you in bondage since heroines have a tendency to get captured a lot. So anyway, I called this guy town who is reputed to be able to find anything. He told me of a couple of websites dedicated to nothing but pictures of you in bondage. I found the website but I still wanted to see Monica tied up. She had been resisting my attempts all week so when the opportunity to use the powder came up, I jumped at the chance. I thought I might even get lucky and see some of the other girls from your floor tied up. Like you, for instance,” he said to Missy.

“You should be so lucky!” She retorted.

“I found something!” Monica said. I hurried over to the desk and looked over her shoulder. “It seems that the artifacts that were stolen from the museum were used in one of the more bizarre Native American marriage rituals. According to this, these totems were worn around the neck and had some unusual effects on the Indian maidens who wore them.”

“They wanted to be tied up,” I said. “We knew that already.”

“Yes,” Monica agreed, “but this confirms it. In addition, any person who was physically attracted to the wearer of one of these statues was filled with a strong desire to see her tied up. The Indian maiden would become very submissive and allow herself to be bound.”

I considered this for a moment. “So The Spyder crumbles the statues into a powder and throws it at me. It gets worked into my system and suddenly all of the people in the world who find me attractive, such as Bernie and Kevin, want to see me tied up. To make matters worse, I want to submit to them.” I paused and frowned. “Well ... not really,” I added. “I mean, the desire is there but it’s a desire that I can overcome if I want to.”

“When you want to,” Monica repeated. “What happens if you decide you don’t want to? Who knows what kinds of effects this stuff will have on us?”

“Does the website mention any cures?” I asked.

“No,” Monica said, shaking her head. “It was never meant to be ingested.”

“Where did you get the powder, Kevin!” I demanded, turning to him. He didn’t answer. “You might as well tell us. You’re going to jail anyway!”

“On what charge?” Kevin laughed. “Do you think anybody would believe you? Do you honestly think you could get a jury to buy this whole thing? I’m not even sure that I buy it!”

“He’s right, Angie,” Missy said. “You can’t even nail him on a poisoning charge because we’re all OK and the evidence has been eaten.”

I chewed on my lip while I thought about this. I kept feeling that I was overlooking something; something that Bernie had told me about the robbery. “Monica,” I said, “Bernie said the police were keeping hush-hush about the robbery. In fact, they weren’t even letting on that there was a robbery at all. Does anything about that seem odd to you?”

“How did Dr Cole know about it?”

“What?”

“Sure, don’t you remember? It was at the campus park after you got that Frisbee out of the tree. He came over to us and said, ‘Well, I trust you will endeavor to keep such public displays of your … abilities to a minimum. Furthermore, I expect there will be a sufficient number of heroic tasks for you to accomplish off the campus; pursuing the ruffians who robbed the History Museum last week, for example.’”

“That’s it!” I exclaimed. “That’s what’s been bugging me! Bernie said the police hadn’t let the information out, and yet Dr. Cole knew about the robbery.”

“Could Dr Cole be the Spyder?” Missy asked.

“You girls keep an eye on Kevin,” I said. “I’m going to pay Dr. Cole a visit and find out!.”

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I landed on Dr. Cole’s front porch a few moments later and knocked on the door. When Dr. Cole opened the door, I brushed past him and walked inside. Scattered on the coffee table in his living room were the pictures of me when I was tied up in Bernie’s studio the previous Saturday. He seemed to be in the process of scanning them onto his computer. I walked over to the computer and sorted through a stack of pictures there. There were several more of me tied up and gagged from past adventures; but none of them were from the day the Spyder kidnapped me.

“You don't have his voice,” I said to Dr. Cole. “You’re not The Spyder, are you?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about, Miss Blue,” Dr. Cole said. “And how dare you barge into my house like this?”

I continued sorting through the pictures, ignoring his question. If I couldn’t connect him to the specific site Kevin had downloaded the picture from, I had no evidence pinning Dr. Cole to the Spyder besides his comment in the park and that was flimsy at best. I sighed and dropped the pictures back onto his desk.

“Would you care to explain these pictures, Dr. Cole?”

“Miss Blue, the only explaining I am going to do will be to the authorities regarding your abrupt intrusion into my home unless you vacate the premesis immediately.” he responded, hastily picking up the pictures from his coffee table.

“I’m sure the board of directors of the University wouldn’t approve of your having pictures of me tied up and …” Suddenly Kevin burst in and tackled me to the floor, catching me completely off guard. As I struggled to gain some leverage and get him off of me, I heard a click and saw Dr Cole pointing a gun directly at my forehead. I stopped struggling immediately and Kevin rolled off of me, pulling me up by my arm.

“What are you doing here, you fool?” Dr. Cole demanded of Kevin.

“I came to warn you that Blue Angel was on to us!” Kevin replied. “She’s figured out we’re working for The Spyder!”

“No, she suspected we were working for The Spyder,” Dr Cole corrected. “However, thanks to your untimely arrival and subsequent confession, her suspicions have now been confirmed. This poses quite a dilemma for us.”

“What have you done with my friends?” I asked Kevin.

“They’re being guarded by some of the others,” he responded. “A couple of my pals came over after you left and helped me overpower them and tie them up.”

“What others?” I asked,

“That you may or may not learn in time, my dear,” Dr Cole said as he opened a drawer and pulled out a coil of rope. “Suffice it to say that unless you surrender to me now, your friends will surely die. Tie her up,” he commanded, handing the rope to Kevin.

“With pleasure,” Kevin practically drooled. I shuddered with revulsion but didn’t put up a struggle as he pulled my arms behind me and began tying my wrists together.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked. “Why are you working for the Spyder?”

“For the simplest reason of all ... money!” Dr. Cole replied, still pointing the gun at me. “The Spyder paid me rather handsomely for providing the information on the Native American artifacts and for doing him the service of posting the website.”

“So why all the pictures of me in bondage?”

“A number of reaons, but most importantly to distract you, my dear,” he replied, coming closer to me. “By now, every man on campus has seen the website I have created and is lusting over the site of you confined in rope. The idea was to keep you so busy avoiding all the people wanting to tie you up that you wouldn’t interfere with The Spyder’s plans for the Patriot. One minor correction I must make, however, I no longer work for the Spyder. He has paid me for my services with money and a generous supply of the powder. Soon, every young lady on campus will willingly submit to me!”

“Do you know who The Spyder is?” I asked.

“I have no idea,” Dr. Cole replied. “I’ve never seen the man and I doubt that I ever will.”

Damn, I thought. I had been hoping to get a name out of him. I considered my predicament. At this point, I would still be able to break the ropes around my wrists but if I allowed myself to be fully tied, I probably couldn’t get free. I didn’t know if my friends were still in Kevin’s room or if they had been taken someplace else. If only Monica would contact me and let me know where she was!

I had no real choice -- I allowed myself to be fully tied up. As it turned out, Kevin was very good with his ropes. My elbows had been fastened together which caused my breasts to thrust forward. After forcing me to sit on the couch, he then tied my ankles, calves, knees, and thighs. He wrapped even more rope around my upper arms and chest (taking a moment to steal a quick feel) and finally tied my arms to my waist. I was completely helpless.

<Angie!> Monica’s voice screamed in my head.

I rolled my eyes. That figures! Where the hell were you five minutes ago?

< This is the first chance I’ve had to contact you. We need your help! Missy and Heidi and I have all been tied up!>

There was a brief silence. < Kevin tied you up? >

< No, I don't think so. Right now we’re still in Kevin’s room and the three of us are sitting on the bed. There are a couple of guys here that I don't know and they can’t take their eyes of us. That bondage powder is having it’s desired effect, I guess. I must admit, I’m not exactly uncomfortable and Missy appears to be in pure heaven!>

< She is a mystery. She hasn’t shown much emotion since the whole thing started. Every so often she sits back and closes her eyes, but that’s it.>

<We were all gagged pretty tightly.>

While I was having my mental conversation with Monica, Kevin was sitting in a nearby chair and staring at me. Dr. Cole, while obviously enjoying the sight himself, was being more productive as he loaded his camera and trained a camcorder on me. Obviously this event was going to be recorded for his website. I had to get out of there.

My opportunity came about an hour later. “I need to go to a meeting,” Dr. Cole told Kevin, handing him the gun. “Keep an eye on her and keep her quiet. If she gets out of line, gag her.”

I watched Dr Cole leave as I formulated my plan. The trick would be to have the bondage powder work for me rather than against me. From what he told us in his room, Kevin was into bondage before I was hit with the powder so I was guessing it would have an amplifying effect on him. I started squirming in my bonds and looked at Kevin seductively.

“Now’s your chance, Kevin,” I said.

“What are you saying?” he asked suspiciously, but I knew he was getting even more turned on.

“Don’t you think I’m pretty, Kevin?” I asked, still squirming in the ropes. “Monica told me you were masturbating to my picture. And you’ve done such a good job tying me up ... do you think I’m beautiful when I’m tied up and helpless? Wouldn’t you like to see what my breasts look like under this bikini top? Wouldn’t you like to see a naked and helpless Blue Angel? This is your chance to do what guys have dreamed of for years ... you can put a gag in my mouth to keep me from screaming and you can have your way with me, Kevin! I’m helpless, I couldn’t stop you!”

It was too much for him. Kevin leaped to his feet and came to me immediately. He wound the handkerchief Dr Cole had left nearby and gagged me with it, then began fumbling with his jeans. It was a tremendous gamble I knew, but I had to take that chance. He tried to free my breasts from the top of my bikini but the ropes were getting in the way. With a snarl he flipped out a switchblade and cut through them, as well as freeing my elbows so that I could lay on my back. He then turned his attention to the ropes on my legs, untying them so that he could spread them. Soon, all I had tied were my wrists.

With a quick movement I snapped the remaining ropes, grabbed Kevin by the shirt with one hand and knocked the knife from his hand with the other . Kicking with my legs, I catapulted him across the room and into the wall. As he struggled to get back to his feet, I greeted him with a kick to the jaw. He lay motionless on the floor.

I returned to the coffee table and started gathering the pictures Bernie had taken. They really were quite good, and I found myself almost mesmerized by them. Something about seeing myself tied up and gagged, looking scared and helpless ... I couldn’t take my eyes off of the pictures. I tore myself away and phoned Trisha at the police department, asking her to send some officers down to pick up Kevin as well as arrest Dr. Cole at his meeting. I didn’t even notice somebody coming behind me until I felt a heavy thud against the base of my skull ...

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As you might expect by now, I awoke to find myself tightly tied up and gagged. I was sitting in a chair in what appeared to be a cabin. My wrists were together behind the back of the chair, and there were several loops of rope around my upper arms and chest. More rope secured my wrists and waist to the chair back. My ankles were tied together, and then angled and fastened to one of the chair legs. There was even more rope around my calves, knees, and thighs. Finally, there was a large rubber ball in my mouth with straps that fastened together behind my head. I tried to struggle, but found myself once again to be helpless.

Dr. Cole was busy pouring gasoline all over the walls and floor. It was obvious what he planned to do! I tried pleading with him through the gag, but not a sound could escape. I sat helplessly as I watched the university president light a match, toss it onto a pile of rags, take one last look at my bound form, and left. Within minutes I was trapped in a blazing inferno! The flames grew higher and higher and smoke filled the room. I started coughing through my gag as I sat in the chair, tied up and helpless. I couldn’t move enough to even struggle, much less escape. It was growing hotter and the smoke grew thicker; I felt myself begin to pass out The room started spinning and I quickly sank into darkness ...

To Be Continued …