Chapter 5 -- My Hero

My eyes flickered open to see Seymour Michaels’ worried face staring into mine. I coughed and struggled to sit up and look around. I was in a clearing in the woods about a hundred yards away from a burning cabin. I was still tied up, but I wasn’t gagged and and Seymour was sitting next to me. “What happened?” I asked. “How did I get out here?”

“I ... well, I sort of rescued you,” Seymour said. “I went b-b-b-back to my room and M-M-M-Monica and the girls she was with told me you had gone to confront D-D-Dr. Cole. I got to his house and saw him carry you out and into a van. I followed him here and after he left I went in to find you. The place was on fire and you were tied up and unconscious. I freed you from the chair and carried you out. I ... um, I had to ... I had to give you m-m-m-mouth to mouth resuscitation,” he added, blushing.

“Oh, Seymour!” I said softly. “You saved my life! How can I ever repay you or thank you?”

“Oh, gosh,” he said, turning away. “You don’t n-n-need to do that.”

“Yes I do, Seymour,” I told him. “If you ever want me to do anything for you, please just let me know. I mean, I would do anything for you anyway since you’re my friend but I feel like I need to give you a reward of some sort.” As I gazed into his baby blue eyes, I had already decided what that reward would be. But first things first. “Why am I still tied up?” I asked.

Seymour blushed. “Well, I d-d-didn’t have time to untie you completely in there, just free you from the chair. I thought time was of the essence so I concerned m-m-m-m-m-myself with getting you b-b-b-breathing again. I also, well ... you know ... I ...”

“You think I look beautiful tied up,” I finished for him. I had gotten pretty used to the idea by now. Seymour nodded and I smiled at him. “Seymour, sweetie,” I said. “Anytime you want to see me tied up, let me know and I’ll be glad to oblige. At the moment though, I need you to untie me. I have to find Dr. Cole,” I said. “Where are we?”

“We’re in Ruby Lake park,” he replied as he untied me. “Do you want m-m-me to drive you?”

“No,” I said, “I can get where I need to go faster if I fly. Oh, where are Monica and the others?”

“Oh, I forgot about them!” Seymour said. “They’re still tied up in my room! I left right away when M-M-M-Monica told me where you were. I hope they’re not m-m-mad at me.”

I smiled. “Right now, I think you can bet they don’t mind. Do me a favor please and go free them though. If you have any problems, just send me a thought.”

“Oh, your telepathy!” He exclaimed. “I forgot you had that.”

“Speaking of which, were the girls alone when you got there?” I asked.

“Yes,” Seymour answered. I frowned as I considered that. Kevin’s pals must have left for some reason, and it would have had to been a good enough reason to overcome the draw of the bondage powder. Every turn in this thing brought new questions. I stood up and brushed myself off, getting an idea of my surroundings. After a quick peck on Seymour’s cheek, I leaped into the air.

I flew back to Dr. Cole’s house as fast as I could. The police were there when I arrived, and in the foyer, Dr. Cole was hanging by the neck dead with spider webs all around him! I looked at him in shock for a moment, then went to speak with Trisha.

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“So he was working with The Spyder the whole time?” she asked as her men carried Dr. Cole’s body out of the house. She told me that Kevin was still on the loose but she had an all-points bulletin out for him.

I nodded. “My first real case in Silver City and I’m botching it up. There are so many things I still don’t know,” I admitted.

“We found several notebooks filled with Dr. Cole’s notes,” Trisha said as she watched the ambulance leave. “Apparently he developed the bondage powder years ago and has been using it ever since, although mostly on individuals. According to what I read, whenever there was a professor or student he was attracted to he would use the powder and turn them into his sex slave. When The Spyder approached him this past summer, Dr. Cole advised him to steal the totems from the museum and gave him the formula. In return, the Spyder gave half of the powder back to Dr. Cole. He distributed it to various students with plans of infecting every girl on campus.”

“Do the notes mention a cure?” I asked.

“No, but it does say that the formula can be diluted with, believe it or not, grapefruit juice. If you drink a bunch of grapefruit juice then the overwhelming desire to be tied up will be gone. However, anybody who finds you attractive will still want to see you in bondage. There is no way to get rid of that according to these notes.

“Listen, Blue Angel,” she said seriously, “trust me when I tell you you’re doing a very good job. You’ve found two members of The Spyder’s organization and you learned who was behind the museum robbery -- all in less than a week! I have complete faith that you will either find The Spyder or help my department find him. But this powder being on campus concerns me far more than The Spyder does. This could be the next generation of the date rape drug! We need to make getting rid of it our top priority!”

“I agree,” I said, “and I appreciate the vote of confidence, Trisha. “Now, I think I’m going to go back to my dorm and get some sleep. Tomorrow’s the last day of Freshman activities and I have a date
tomorrow night. I also need to let the girls know about the grapefruit juice.”

When I returned to the dorm, I had all of the girls gather together in the tv lounge. I told them about Kevin spiking our pizzas with the bondage powder, about the semi-cure to the bondage curse, and I
also told them about Dr. Cole’s kidnapping me and his subsequent murder by The Spyder. Surprisingly, of the sixty girls on the floor, only nineteen of them decided to go to the Student Union Building Snack Bar for the grapefruit juice. The others decided that if the world was going to want to tie them up, they
wanted to enjoy the experience.

As for my close circle of friends and I, none of us went to the snack bar. My reasons were simple: I didn’t want to lose the rapture of being tied up, but mostly it was because I really hate grapefruit juice. Missy was heavily into bondage anyway and she really loved the added affect the powder had on her. Monica’s decision surprised me a bit, but she told me she didn’t want to lose the pleasure she felt when she was in bondage. Again, Heidi was a mystery. I had no idea what was going on in her mind.

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The following day went by quickly and before I knew it it was time for my date with Seymour. I wore a very pretty light blue dress with heels. Monica did my hair for me, loaned me some of her perfume, and let me wear her necklace. I was actually very nervous; I had never been on a date before. I walked slowly towards Seymour’s dorm.

When I got to his dorm room about ten minutes later, he was in the hallway surrounded by three members of the football team. They were taking turns shoving him at each other. I knew all of them since they had been in my Freshman Week activities group. They stopped when they saw me walking up to them. Seymour adjusted his glasses and stood there looking at me apprehensively.

“What's going on here?” I asked.

“We was just playing our favorite game of Seymour-pinball, baby!” one of the guys, Tony Morris, said. “So did you finally come to your senses and decide you want a visit from my friend Andre the Giant?” This was followed by a round of high-five's, back slaps, and laughs. What is it about some guys that they feel need to name their genitals?

“Sorry, Tony,” I said. “You're not man enough for me.”

Tony glared at his snickering friends and looked back at me. “So if not me than who? Was Trysla telling the truth when he said he laid you last night,” he accused.

I looked at him incredulously. “Did Tim tell you that? Forget it, Tony, he's an even bigger loser than you are. He definitely isn't up to my standards.”

“So who is?”

“He is,” I said, walking up to Seymour and linking my arm in his. “ Are you ready for our date, sweetie?”

“You're going out with the duh-duh-dummy?” Tony laughed.

“This coming from a third year freshman?” I muttered to Seymour. "Trust me, Tony, Seymour is more man than you'll ever be!” T he three bullies stood in shock as Seymour and I walked out of the building.

We ate dinner at a nice little restaurant in town and then went to the dance. If I was nervous, Seymour was even more so. H e was almost afraid to touch me while we danced. The disc jockey for the evening played a lot of current faster songs for the first half hour or so. When he started playing Earth Angel (I love that song!), I gave Seymour no choice and snuggled in close to him. I felt like I was in heaven with Seymour’s arms wrapped around me. Before I knew it, my lips were gently pressing against
his and I allowed my tongue to explore his mouth. You would never know it by looking at him, but Seymour Michaels is an awesome kisser! We kissed for several more mintes, and then he slowly broke off the kiss.

“Angie, remember the ... reward you wanted tog-g-g give m-m-me for saving your life?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I ... well, I ... oh, never m-m-mind,” he stammered.

Men! “Seymour?”

“Yes, Angela?”

“I’ve decided for myself what to give you as a reward. I want to give you my virginity. Please, take me back to your room and make love to me.”

To Be Continued ....