The Case of the Miscast HeroinebyToughLiberalism©
It strikes me as funny that this is your fantasy, given the situation you're in right now. I flipped the coin and you won, fair and square, so we pulled a scenario out of your box of choices. We stepped straight into our roles and we've ended up like this. I still can't quite believe I'm getting to do this to you after I lost the toss. You're obviously a very generous woman. Trust me, you won't see much evidence of generosity if you look at the fantasies in my box.
I should just forget my surprise, stay in role and take advantage of our compatible tastes. As far as you're concerned I'm doing just that. I'm not planning to slip out of character or anything. All this musing is going on silently in my mind. I have no plans to share my thoughts with you. I just can't help finding the whole thing ironic. I'm definitely not feeling like the loser right now, and it's hard to see how you can feel like the winner when you're the one on your knees with my cock in your mouth!
I remember reading the scenario with glee when I pulled it out and unfolded the piece of paper. 'Nancy Drew gets captured by an evil villain,' is what it prescribes for our entertainment tonight. Not very original, but Nancy is always a winner as far as I'm concerned. In fact, you would have found something pretty similar in my box of choices. I didn't know that you were a fan of the young sleuth too.
I remember reading those books when I was a kid. They were written for girls, of course, but I couldn't resist them. I fixated, for reasons I could not fathom at the time, on the passages in which she gets kidnapped and tied up. It happened so often, there were plenty to choose from. They had so many great elements in place - rope, gags, peril, gloating villains. I was in heaven as my young mind took it all in. Little did I know at the time that I was storing it all up for opportunities like this one. You get to reap all the dubious benefits!
The most maddeningly frustrating thing of all with those books was when she escaped or got rescued. I could never work out why I didn't want that to happen. After all, I was well brought up and had been taught to want good to triumph over evil, so why did I want her to stay a captive? Of course, at the time I had no idea of the depraved things I subconsciously wanted the bad guys to do to her. I only got my head round them when I was much older. It came as the most welcome shock of my life when I found out that lots of girls shared my desires. I could scarcely believe my ears when they told me they wanted those things too. Up until then I had thought there was something wrong with me!
It turns out that you are one of those girls who feels the same way. So this evening, by your own choice, you get to be my Nancy. You're going to find out all the things which should have happened to her, but didn't. Taking my hard cock in that hot, sweet little mouth of yours is just the first of those things, but there's no rush to move on to new experiences just yet. You can keep sucking away and sampling the taste of defeat while you wish you had listened to all the people who warned you that being an amateur detective was a very bad idea for a pretty girl like you. It's too late to pay attention to their advice now, baby! Your sleuthing days are over and you've been reduced to nothing but a good looking set of holes for my entertainment. The taste of defeat is all you'll be getting from now on. I'm going to be feeding it to you a great deal.
When we found out our scenario for the evening we talked for a while to work out how to put it into practice. We settled on the idea of Nancy, i.e. you, snooping around a suspect's office, trying to find out about his nefarious activities during his absence. But of course, I would then arrive, in the role of the villain, to seize the girl. We both quite liked the idea of a take-down, but agreed that they don't really work unless the girl actually tries not to get caught. Since the whole idea was your fantasy in the first place, why would you fight to avoid the consequences?
Then you had a great idea. We would give you a real incentive to escape. We'd set the timer for 15 minutes from the moment of my arrival. If I could tie your wrists by the end of that time we would continue with the fantasy and you would be my prisoner for the rest of the night. If you could manage to stay free, without leaving the house, we would deem that Nancy had succeeded in alerting the police and getting me arrested. My sentence would be to give you all the cash in my wallet, do all the chores for the next week and go down on you for half an hour immediately with no expectations in return.
The stakes were pretty high, so I was determined to get you secured during the allotted time. As I got ready I thought about how best to subdue you. I knew that I had the advantage of weight and strength, but that it is surprisingly hard to tie a girl up when she is doing her best to resist. As I got dressed in character, I spotted a loophole in the rules and grabbed two sets of metal cuffs, before checking to see whether you were ready to begin.
Once you had answered in the affirmative, I entered the study to find you sitting at the computer, looking through my files. You had chosen very appropriate clothes for the scenario. You were wearing a cashmere sweater and a knee-length plaid skirt. Your hair was tied back, your legs were encased in a pair of tights and you had a simple pair of mary-janes on your feet. You looked every inch the inquisitive, sweet young detective, recently finished with school and appealingly innocent.
I had chosen a business suit for my attire. I figured that it was the most appropriate garb for a corrupt villain at the head of his organisation. Plus I know that you are always that little bit more inclined to be submissive when I'm wearing a suit and tie. Of course, the tie can come in handy for other purposes too.
As soon as I opened the door, I noticed you press the button to start the timer. The clock was ticking in your favour. I entered the room and could not resist wasting a few seconds to set the tone as I advanced towards you. 'What have we here?' I asked, striking my best villainous tone. 'It looks as though curiosity has got the better of somebody.'
Instead of answering, you darted towards me, ducking to the side at the last moment to try to get past me to the door. I was ready for the move, and grabbed at your arm as you passed, but you were too quick for me. Pulling yourself free of my hand, you slipped out of the room and dashed down the stairs.
Cursing, I followed you, finding you in the living room behind the sofa. As soon as I went one way around it, you would move in the other direction. It was very hard for me to reach you. Eventually I lunged directly across the piece of furniture. My move was clumsy, but I succeeded in grabbing your sweater and dragging you towards me. We both ended up sprawling over the cushions and I managed to get a firm grip around you. Only then did I feel a sharp pain in my lower arm, where it was closest to your face. Immediately I pulled it away, allowing you to escape again, and noticed the faint teeth marks in my skin where you had bitten me. 'Damn you!' I thought. You were taking this more seriously than I had expected.
In the meantime you had run upstairs again, and I followed you doggedly. Five minutes of my precious time had already elapsed and I was not even close to capturing you. My chances were not looking good and I was finding it hard not to panic. I tracked you down in our bedroom, trying to resume the same dodging game as you had played with the sofa. The problem for you was that the top of the bed was against the wall, preventing you from running around it both ways. As a result, I succeeded in cornering you, getting you into a bear hug and pulling you onto the mattress, where we continued to struggle.
At first you were on top of me, your back to my front, with my hands tightly clasped around your waist. I spent a moment savouring the sensation of your arse wriggling against my crotch, then flipped you over so that I was on top. This was more like it. I worked myself up into a sitting position, straddling you and holding you in place, face down, with my weight. Then I fished one set of cuffs out of my pocket. Your arms were flailing wildly, but it was not hard for me to grab one of your wrists and lock a cuff around it. Getting the other arm in place would be another matter entirely, but I surprised you by ignoring the problem and securing the other cuff to my own wrist.
This gave me two advantages. One was that you could no longer run away from me. The second was that I could use my superior strength to manoeuvre your trapped arm wherever I wanted it, leaving my other hand free to finish the job. First I used it to get out my second pair of cuffs. I was banking on using them to get you nice and secure. You did not succumb easily, however. You bucked beneath me, causing your skirt to ride up and revealing a delightful pair of white panties decorated with pink flowers inside your tights. Enjoying the view, I slapped your butt hard with my free hand, bringing a yelp from your lips, and used your momentary shock to seize your free arm and drag it behind your back.
Once I had your wrist in position I held it still with my cuffed hand and secured it with my second set of restraints. I then used the other cuff to lock your wrists together behind your back, before releasing the original shackles on both my wrist and your own. The result was that I had a neatly restrained Nancy on the bed underneath me.
After getting my breath back for a moment I decided to savour my victory. 'All too easy, little girl.' I taunted. 'Now let's see what I can think of to do with you. For a start, that's the last time you'll be using your teeth for the night.' So saying, I got off the bed, dragged you off by your ankles, hiking your skirt up higher in the process, and pulled you to your feet. I then guided you by the shoulders back to the study so we could inspect the timer. Twelve and a half minutes had gone by.
I turned you to face me and wondered why you were smiling. 'Nice try, big boy,' you told me, 'but you forgot one thing. The rules say you have to get me tied up, not cuffed. Better get ready to hand over the cash and get busy with your tongue!'
You had a point, but I had considered it in advance and had just enough time to carry out my plan. I pulled off my tie and span you away from me once more. You struggled, but with your wrists already cuffed in position it was an easy job for me to loop the tie around them, knot it tightly and then cinch it for extra security. Then I released the redundant cuffs just as the alarm announced that my time was up.
'That's not fair!' you protested, but I wasn't listening. I was simply relishing the prospect of having you entirely at my disposal for the immediate future. I had risked quite a lot by entering this competition. I had no idea how much the cash in wallet, a week's worth of chores and 30 minutes of pussy-licking was worth in teasing, spankings, blowjobs and fucking, but I was going to make damn sure I got my dues from you, and was keen for you to start paying up straight away.
'What was that you said about somebody's tongue getting busy?' I asked, putting my hand on your head and pushing you to your knees in front of the office chair.
That brings us to your current predicament. I am planning to spin our entertainment out for a long time and I don't want to lose control of my own orgasm, so I'm going to get that all out of my system first and safely down your throat. Then I'll take my time with you and by the end I should be ready to come again. So you're busy sucking away on your knees, with my cock buried deep in your mouth. I haven't bothered to undress either of us yet. I'm still enjoying the view of you in your Nancy outfit. It looks even better on you when you have your lips wrapped lovingly around my cock, right where they belong.
This seems like an appropriate first thing to do to a newly captive amateur detective. There's nothing quite like a face-fucking to teach a girl her new status. After taking you by the pony tail and guiding you onto my cock, I let you set the pace for a while, enjoying the warm, wet embrace of your mouth and the tender ministrations of your tongue. In terms of sensation you can give a better blowjob when you are able to use your hands to help, but it just doesn't quite match the dominant appeal of forcing you to suck me off when you're tied up and all you can do is bob your head up and down. I love the intense power rush as I look down and watch my hard cock sliding in and out of your distended lips.
I decide to take advantage of your occupied mouth to talk to you about what I have in mind this evening now I've safely won the contest and no longer need to rush things. 'Seems like you bit off a lot more than you can chew, pet,' I begin. 'Your little sleuthing career has come to a premature end. Still, I can find plenty of other things for you to do which will be a much better use for your talents.'
As I speak, you look up at me pleadingly. I'm guessing that you're playing a role by trying to appeal to my better nature, rather than genuinely trying to get me to show some mercy. Either way it's not working, because when I've got a girl kneeling in front of me with her mouth stuffed I don't have a better nature. The only change I notice is a further hardening of my cock between your lips.
'How does it feel knowing that I can come in your mouth whenever I feel like it?' I ask, wanting you to know that I'm entirely in control of the exchange. 'I'll do so in my own good time and you're going to swallow every drop like a good captive girl. When I've finished with your mouth I'll stick a gag in it so you can't irritate me by talking. Then I'm going to take things slowly with you.'
At this point I notice that you are sucking me more enthusiastically. Your tongue action is more vigorous and you have increased the pace as you move your head backwards and forwards. It comes as no surprise to me that you are responding well to this. You've always liked a bit of taunting on top of your bondage to really get you into sub-space.
'You'll still be tasting my cum when I strip you out of those cute little clothes and upend you,' I continue. 'The bit of you I most want to see is your hot little arse in the air. I'll bet your daddy spanked you if you were bad when you were small, didn't he? I can tell you had a strict upbringing. Whatever he did to you is nothing compared to what I'm going to inflict on your poor little butt later. I'm going to make you scream for mercy through your gag and then spank you some more until your arse is bright red.
'Best of all,' I say with a smug grin, 'behind all that screaming you're going to love it. Your pussy will be sopping wet the whole time. If you're lucky I might even let you come when I've finished, but it will be fingers only. My mouth isn't going anywhere near your clit tonight, no matter how much you might want it. That ship sailed the moment I got those ropes on you.'
To prove my point about your arousal, I reach down between your legs with my hand, pulling up your skirt and sliding my fingers inside your tights and panties. You lower your head to keep working away at my cock. When I get my hand in position I feel for your sex. Sure enough, it is already satisfyingly wet for me. I stroke your clit tenderly for a few seconds, enjoying the murmurs which this brings from your busy mouth, then pull away. I wipe your juices on your sweater, then grip your pony tail firmly with my hand and take full control of the action.
'The final thing I'm going to do,' I tell you, 'is fuck you. I'm going to fuck you so hard that your pussy won't know what's hit it. You'll be squealing through your gag like a stuck pig. I might even make it more interesting by putting a little something in your arse as well so all your holes are full. That wasn't how you expected your little investigation to end, was it?'
By now I'm using my grip on your hair to drag your mouth right onto my cock until you're whimpering with alarm. Then I pull you off, giving you a second or so of relief before doing the same thing again. As you deep-throat me, I finish my description of the evening I have planned for you. 'By the time I've finished, you won't be a detective any more. You'll be a helpless little slave girl, filled up with two lots of my cum and wondering why you ever decided to start sleuthing in the first place. But you'll also be looking forward to the next time. That's if I like you enough to keep you for a next time. Maybe I'll sell you instead. We'll see how well you can please me before I decide.'
At this I move the face-fuck into top gear, working your lips on and off my cock at speed. I've had my say and it's time to bring this stage to its natural conclusion before we proceed. I feel my climax arriving and I know I'm about to lose control, but I don't bother to give you a warning other than a groan of excitement and a deepening of my breathing. I don't suppose you'd have expected anything more. With a great gasp I let it all go. I feel my cock spasm and I start to offload straight down your throat. I spurt again and again into you, panting as I do so and holding your head close while I flood your mouth with my hot seed. You cope admirably with my orgasm, letting only a little of my juices spill down your sweater. You swallow repeatedly until I finally stop coming, then I leave my cock between your lips for a few seconds while I catch my breath, before pulling it out and tucking it away as it begins to soften.
'Good girl,' I say, looking down at you. 'Later on there will be plenty more where that came from.'
Now I'm sated for a while and I can turn my attention to you. What does a villain do when he finally gets his hands on the hapless heroine and his lust is not restricted by the confines of children's literature? I suppose the answer is entirely up to me to decide, since I'm creating my own plot and you've already given up your right to have a say in it. For a start, you're wearing far too much for my liking. Those clothes are cute, but you'll look even cuter without them.
'Stand up,' I order, and you rise from your knees in front of me. I gesture for you to turn around and you obey once more, presenting me with an enticing view of your bound hands and trim rear, covered for just a short while longer by your plaid skirt.
I stand to release your hands. I do not do this to free you or to make your life easier in any way. I do it only because I want you to strip yourself at my command. As the proverb might have gone, why keep a slave girl and undress her myself? Making you degrade yourself before me is far sexier in my view, and your view doesn't count.
Keeping you facing away from me, I sit down once more to observe in comfort. 'Take off the shoes,' I say, and you bend to slip them from your feet. I notice that you place them neatly together to one side afterwards and I reflect momentarily on how well brought up you are. You even remember to tidy up after yourself when you're preparing to be fucked mercilessly. I'd be surprised at this, if I hadn't already known what a good girl you are. That's part of your appeal.
'Now your tights,' I continue. This time I really get the benefits of sitting behind you. You pull up your skirt as discreetly as you can, sliding your hands beneath it to pull down your tights. As you roll them down your legs you start to lift your feet off the ground, but a bark from me stops you in your tracks. 'Bend over properly!' I insist. After a moment's hesitation, you get the idea. Keeping your knees as locked as possible, you slide down your tights. I watch as you bend at the waist and see the hem of your skirt creeping upwards and revealing a little more of your upper legs. As the tights reach your ankles I even catch a tantalising glimpse of your panties. Then you step out of your tights altogether, bunching them up and putting them in one of your shoes.