Tales Of Peril

Christina loved almost everything about her job as an Au Pair. The chance to move to America, of course… but the two children were adorable, the Eastside condo they lived in was spectacular, she was making new friends with the other nannies at the park and even had her eye on a young man who played softball on Saturdays.

The only problem was the Wife. She could tell how jealous this woman was.

Lori and Kayla had met in Law School and were soon inseparable. There were even rumors that they were lovers, but the truth is each woman was so intent on grades that it had never gotten past some bi-curious kisses.  Lori was the idealist, intent on using the law to change the world and fight oppression.  Kayla had found that all very amusing; she was going to become the CEO of some major corporation.  The pair had teased each other about their divergent goals, but the fact was that each respected the other’s ability and integrity.

So when Lori became lead counsel of a Consumer Protection non-profit, and Kayla got a job at Viredian Industries, they both seemed on track to have their dreams come true and both were happy for the other.  Lori joked that she’d be honored to sue Kayla’s company, and Kayla had joked back—until her boss Veronika had given her the task of writing a brief to defend a new formula for shampoo that had the side effect of turning the customer’s teeth green!

Horrified, Kayla had met Lori for drinks and the two hatched a scheme to expose misdeeds of the corporate giant.  Lori told Kayla just which files she’d need for her case, and Kayla eagerly did her best to get them. Sadly, neither woman was a corporate spy and Viredian’s security chief quickly realized there was no reason for Kayla to be digging into things that weren’t her concern.  It took no time at all to connect her to Lori, and the cold-hearted Veronika had casually told her security to “make sure this never sees the light of day”— not realizing he would take her literally. Whether Veronika would care or not, who can say?

All Lori and Kayla knew was that goons had busted into Lori’s apartment as they were examining the stolen documents, bound and gagged them and bundled them into an SUV. After driving for an hour, the car stopped and the burly men had pulled them out and cut away their clothes, leaving each completely naked!  The helpless damsels had to endure being groped and fondled, each of them furious not only at their own shame but at seeing the goons squeezing the full breasts of her friend.  What could be worse than this?

They quickly found out. The security guards had driven them to one of Viredian’s construction sites, laid them on the ground and tied their ankles to a tree. Then one of them walked over to a massive bulldozer and started the engine! They were going to be buried alive!!

Lori and Kayla looked into each other’s eyes and screamed, but the gags in their mouths prevented much noise—and who was there to hear them but the heartless guards?  They rolled from side to side, tugging their legs to get loose, but the ropes that lashed them to the trunk had no give.  The goons had tied each of them so that the ropes dug into their full heaving bosoms, which jiggled wildly as they fought for escape. The men found that very amusing, but neither damsel was anywhere close to getting free.

The bulldozer’s engine roared to life, the lights focused on them in the fading
twilight.  The helpless heroines writhed and struggled, but it all looked hopeless.  The massive machine began to close in on them, pushing up the earth to bury them under the debris!   Lori decided that if she was going to die, she had only minutes to show  Kayla the feelings that had always burned below the surface. She stopped trying to  free herself and instead turned her body to face her friend.  Rolling towards the wide-eyed Kayla, Lori tried to kiss her partner in crime thru the gag.  Kayla responded despite herself, and soon the two were intertwined from head to toe.

The guards were transformed from smirking at the impending doom of their victims to gaping at the erotic show.  One of them ran in front of the bulldozer, yelling at the driver to stop while the other ran over to the girls and pulled the tape from their mouths.  Free to kiss each other fully, the cagey women realized that this would at least buy them some time— as well as fulfill dreams neither had really admitted. Soon Kayla was sucking on Lori’s perky nipples, both woman moaning loudly and the guards elbowing each other in amazement.  Who knew this job would lead to a sight like this?

Sure enough, the women had delayed their doom just long enough!  Before the goons could remember their instructions, a car pulled up with Veronika and Tad, the one man at Viredian who could rein in her wilder schemes.  They promised the bound women that the company would only release the shampoo as part of a St. Patrick’s
Day promotion (Green teeth for the day!) and had them sign waivers never to tell what had happened.  Lori and Kayla were all too happy  to go along.  The consumer was protected, their lives spared— and a new love to explore!

Lured to a luxury hotel in Hawaii, Violetta found herself in deadly peril
instead of soaking up the sun on the beach. Stripped, bound and gagged, she
watched in horror as the water poured into the bathtub, towards the exposed wire dangling over the rim.  It just couldn’t end this way!

She strained against the ropes that bound her wrists, her full bosom heaving
as she fought to free her hands, but she found no slack. Her fingers could
touch the rope that fastened her to the towel rack but she had no way to
untie the knot.

The cool water now covered her thighs

The feisty agent turned her efforts towards her feet.  That was even more
hopeless.  The tight bonds wrapped around her ankles had no give at all, and
she struggled to pull them loose without a hint of success. She tried calling
out with all her might, but all that emerged from her gagged lips was a
muffled “mmmmpppffff”.

The water passed her belly button.

Frantic, the doomed agent writhed and struggled, her curvy body a picture of the distressed damsel, but the relentless flow of water inched closer to her
death.  She leaned forwards toward the faucet, trying to think of some way
to turn the water off. 

The water reached the underside of her breasts, gently lifting them as they
began to float. 

Wait, that might be it! Instead of fighting against the rising water, use
the buoyancy!  Violetta forced herself to relax and let her body float.
Immediately the tension in her leg rope eased, but there was now only a couple of inches between the surface of the water and the exposed wire.  Grabbing the towel rack, she pushed herself down giving even more slack on her legs. Her full figure glistening on the rising liquid, she saw she had one desperate chance.
If she could kick her feet up to hit the insulated part of the wire, she could
knock it over the edge!  If she failed, the splash might exectrocute her sooner!

There was less than an inch before the water hit the wire.

With a mighty heave, Violetta kicked at the wire and saw it slide over the edge!  She had done it— and the effort had pulled the towel rack slightly off the wall.  She had to get her hands free before the water overflowed the tub, since the wire was still hot and laying on the floor. But there was enough slack now to give her access to the knot that lashed her wrists to the rack, and as the water began to creep towards the rim of the tub, she finally got her hands free. Still bound at the wrist, Violetta panted with relief as she turned the water off.  With luck, she could notify the airport security to arrest her Judas of a boss before he boarded…

Violetta was one of the top undercover agents in the DEA and her work had been critical in breaking up El Tigre’s latest sale, so she wasn’t surprised that the Chief called her in and told her she was up for the Department’s top award.  What did surprise her was the news that the prize included a week’s vacation in Hawaii!!  Spending that kind of money on an Agent’s vacation seemed too good to be true—and it was!

She had checked into the the Hyatt and began leafing through the brochures and discount offers, trying to decide where she would begin.  So many options for a beautiful woman in an island paradise, but she put sunscreen at the top of her list.  Her skin was so fine, she was at high risk for sunburn, and what kind of fun would that be?  As she considered her options, a knock at the door turned out to be the Chief himself!  He was looking nervous, could it be that he had followed her to Hawaii with hanky-panky in mind?  Hmmmm, he wasn’t in bad shape, and having a special secret with him might get her better assignments.

So Violetta played along with his awkward small talk and drank heavily from the bottle of champagne he had brought.  But she didn’t notice that he had been nursing the first glass he poured for himself.  She felt herself getting drowsy… could he have slipped her a roofie?

She awoke, head pounding, to find that was just what had happened.  But his nefarious plan didn’t involve romance… at least, nothing she had tried so far.   She was completely nude, bound hand and foot and gagged.  Violetta struggled weakly,  drawing his attention.  “Damn, I thought that would keep you under longer!  You’ve made El Tigre very upset, girl, and he has my Mother hostage.  I had no choice but to do what he wants, and couldn’t risk sending anyone to do the job” he explained as he carried her into the bathroom and laid her into the tub.

The shapely agent fought the effects of the drug, but it was hard to focus.  She couldn’t resist as he tied her ankles to the grab-bar at one end and her wrists to the towel rack.  But her mind snapped into gear when he produced an extension cord with one end scraped clean of insulation and draped the exposed copper wire over the edge.  The Chief was visibly distressed to be killing his best agent, but that didn’t help her one bit!  He apologized as he turned the water on and left her to her fate…

Naked, helpless, betrayed, SuperGirl was in the clutches of a religious fanatic.  Spurning his offer of reprieve if she become his sex slave, the captive heroine faced an awful death.  She had been driven to a remote spot in the desert and dropped thigh deep into a prepared hole. As sand was shoveled into the hole, one of the goons set up a video camera on a tripod a few feet away.  “His  Excellency will want to watch your death, over and over” he hissed as the crew left her in the hot sun.

The relentless heat almost overwhelmed her senses, but the helpless beauty fought to keep her wits.  The tight bondage on her arms and upper torso dug into her soft skin, and her legs were held fast by more ropes and the pressure of the sand.  She twisted and turned with all her strength, but all she  did was work up a sweat.  The kryptonite gem fastened to her breast ropes was the key— as long as that was next to her heaving body, she was doomed!

SuperGirl soon realized she was not alone.  Sinister shapes began to scurry out of the hidden crevices of the burning sands.  These huge creatures fed on carrion— or victims too weakened by exposure to resist.  Many times through the years they had been left with prisoners to finish off.  As a bold crustacean climbed onto her tummy, SuperGirl frantically re-doubled her struggles!  She managed to shake it off… but it didn’t go very far.  More and more of the hideous creatures gathered around.  They had patience. It was only a matter of time…

SuperGirl fought back her panic as her doom seemed certain.  Soon the hungry scavengers would try again— and in this heat, how long could she resist before they began to eat her alive?

Twisting, turning, writhing against her ropes, the naked captive had a glimmer of hope!  When the Minister had man-handled her in his tent, he had knocked the kryptonite gem askew.  Now the sweat coating her body was loosening it more.  Desperate, SuperGirl shook her breasts from side to side.  She couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of how her struggles would increase the lust of her tormentor when he watched the tape of her peril, but she had no choice but to give him a show.  And her plan worked!   When the deadly gem was almost loose, one last powerful shimmy had sent it flying a yard away!  Curious, the waiting crabs had converged on it and the winner scurried away to his lair.  Freed of the effects, SuperGirl felt her powers returning…

And in a tent far away, the Minister felt an unexplained twinge of fear…

When the news broke of the plans by a religious fanatic to hold a mass execution by stoning a dozen women accused of “dishonoring” their family, there was a wave of shock and revulsion.  But no one seemed willing to go beyond verbal condemnation and hand wringing.  No one—except SuperGirl!  She decided that stopping a violent crime commited by an authority figure was just as important as fighting an outlaw.  So the night before the planned executions, SuperGirl flew to the jail, overwhelmed the guards and led the grateful women to safety and asylum.  Around the globe, her actions won praise… except in the mind of the fanatics.  Sadly, one of them was in position to do something about it.

The Oil Minister of a major producer learned that SuperGirl would be getting a medal from a European state totally dependent on petroleum imports.  Behind the scenes, he made it clear that continued access to the vital liquid would depend on turning over the super heroine.  Afraid of the economic impact, the Europeans had caved.  When the “medal” was placed around SuperGirl’s neck, she felt a wave of weakness—kryptonite!!  Hustled onto a plane without markings, the woozy heroine was flown to the oil kingdom.  Turned over to the gloating fanatics, her costume was stripped from her helpless body.  She was unable to hide her nakedness from their hungry, vicious gaze.  “Prepare her for a slow death!” was the phrase that shocked her out of her fog!

But when everyone had left but the leering minister, he felt a change of mind come over him.  As the nude blonde struggled weakly in her bondage, her lush curves jiggling against the tight rope wrapped around her, the Minister began to wonder what this magnificent beauty might do to save herself?  True, he already had several wives, concubines on the side and a hidden stash of porn, but in truth he had never seen such a beauty!  The ropes that constrained her only added to the effect.  Maybe she could be his?

He pounced on the captive heroine, pawing and fondling her full breasts, kissing her again and again.  SuperGirl tried to squirm away, but the kryptonite charm on at her bosom made her as helpless as any human woman would have been.  He removed her gag and pulled his robes aside to reveal a massive erection. “Open your mouth and take me, and I’ll let you live— as my property!” he hissed.

The brave damsel didn’t even take a second to respond. “No, never!!  I’ll never be your sex slave!!” she cried defiantly.  Furious, he clapped his hands to summon his minions.  “Take her to the sand crabs!”

Nastya was on fire, playing the best tennis of her life!  Her ankle was feeling 100% for the first time in a year, and she was zoned in on getting into the Top Ten.  After upsetting the top seed, she had a winnable match in the quarter-finals; then she’d be in the semis and who could tell how far she’d get?

Sadly for the young star, others were asking the same questions and not liking the possibilities.  Gambling interests were banking on a show down between established names, not some unpredictable upstart.  At first, Nastya was approached and offered a big payout if she would tank the next match, but she just laughed in their face.  How much could they offer her in comparison to what she could get in endorsements if she continued her run?

Then it got dirty: she found a letter in her locker warning her to co-operate or face some bad consequences.  That gave her pause for a moment, but the blonde damsel quickly put her fears aside.  What would they really do?  Everything was so public, surely she was safe.

Thus Nastya was shocked to find out they weren’t bluffing.  As she was finishing getting dressed, she never noticed that the locker room had cleared out—no other players, no attendents, nothing.  So there was no one to hear her cries for help with four burly goons burst into the room and over-powered her!  Her athletic ability gave her the strength to make it difficult for them, but only until they slapped the cuffs on her, gagged her with tape and hustled her down the stairs.

In the basement of the Tennis Center, they forced her into an empty hospitality room.  A chain was attached to her handcuffs and secured to the ceiling, pulling her arms over her head and her body taut.  “I’ve always had a thing for this one” one of the mobsters sneered.  “Watching her run around the court, getting all sweaty, lunging for shots in that short little skirt… “.  His voice trailed off as he pulled her neckline down.  She could see the tent in his pants when he unfastened her sports bra and exposed her high, firm breasts.   Nastya tried in vain to avoid his hands fondling her, teasing her nipples into involuntary excitement.   Luckily, before he could go any further, the leader commanded her “admirer” to come along, leaving the helpless star helpless and alone.

What could she do?  The biggest match in her life was going to start in an hour and if she didn’t show up, all her dreams would be dashed!  Frantic, she pulled on the chain hooked to the ceiling, but there was no chance of escape.  Where was everyone?  Surely they’d come looking for her?  Could it really be that cold steel would keep her from her destiny?

Nastya was horrified to see her “admirer” open the door and come back.  Was he going to rape her, adding to the misery of this horrible day?   She closed her eyes, unable to watch him— when she heard the click of the key unlocking the cuffs.  “Relax” he said “I wasn’t kidding about being a fan—thanks for making my dream come true, now it’s my turn to make yours come true.  Go win that match!”

Heidi had graduated at the top of her class at the Police Academy.  Rising quickly through the ranks, she had been tapped to join the Undercover Squad and became the most decorated officer on the force.  She was a natural actress who had mastered the “Dumb Blonde” routine: she would make an “innocent mistake” and “stumble” onto the secret plans of her target.  For the men whose criminal enterprises she infiltrated, her “Girl next door” looks didn’t hurt one bit.

But her looks turned from asset to weakness when she cracked the case of what papers later called the “Dam Scam”. 

The top brass had been suspicious when Fat Tony Baritone had gotten the contract for the new hydro-electric plant upriver from the city, but no one had been able to find anything wrong.  Month by month, the dam seemed to be getting bigger, but the Chief was sure that something was going on.  He called Heidi into his office and gave her the task of finding out the truth. 

Heidi got a job as a bookkeeper, and by flirting with the men and making the women laugh, she had won enough trust in the office so that no one noticed her delving into the company secrets.   The clever cop soon suspected that instead of using the fresh materials paid for by the tax-payers,  they were selling those on the black market and substituting cheap fill.

She texted her superior that she was going to the construction site to snoop around, but ran into more than she had bargained for.

Heidi picked the lock on the site office and began rifling through the invoices. Once she found the incriminating papers, she took pictures and sent them through her phone.  But she never noticed when Fat Tony’s lawyer, Tina Cougar, came out of the back room.  Ms. Cougar was both admired for her blonde good looks and feared for her ferocious courtroom presence.   Now it turned out she was the brains behind the Baritone crime family, and had cooked up the scheme to substitute the cheap material.  Even worse, when the dam failed, she was in position to sue the city for millions.  It was a brilliant scheme, and there was no way she was going to let some bookkeeper get in way.  She pulled a .22 from her purse and commanded Heidi to freeze.  When Heidi tried to play it off, Tina  Cougar wasn’t impressed, and held her gun pointed at Heidi’s head while she called in some of Baritone’s goons.  “I need this bitch to go away for good” she snarled, “put her in the gravel crusher!”

Heidi fought as hard as she could but was no match for 4 burly mobsters.  They bound her hand and foot, gagged her and ripped open her blouse to fondle her heaving breasts.  The struggling policewoman was carried to the entrance of the rock crushing machine and placed on the conveyor belt.  Like a giant funnel, the machine sent rocks towards a huge slab that pounded them into gravel.  Laughing at her plight, the villains turned the monstrous crusher on and left  her to her fate.

Heidi tried to scramble forwards on the belt, her hands searching for anything to hold onto but the sides of the funnel were too smooth.  She could only push herself forward a few inches, but her pitiful progress was negated by the relentless progress of the belt.  The steady slam of the crushing slab grew louder and louder as she was drawn closer and closer to the opening.  Frantic, the helpless damsel strained against her bondage—if she could get a hand free, she could grab the grate above her!  But there was no give in the ropes, and she was only feet away from a horrible fate!

Sweat covered her half-naked body as she tried to push herself away from the waiting maw.  Each time the huge slab crashed onto the surface, the vibrations shook her violently.  Heidi knew no one would take pity on her…she would either find some way to escape or her gorgeous body would be smashed flat! 

In the distance, Heidi heard sirens!  The chief must have sent back up after her photos arrived—but would they get there in time? And would they realize where she was?  Heidi struggled forwards with one last burst of energy… she had to hold on….

“Let me go!!  Please, somebody help me!!  Don’t leave me like this—this can’t be happening!!”  Alectra cried frantically, as the crowd of worshippers left her dangling from a tripod set at the edge of the beach, submerged to her ample breasts in remarkably gooey sand.  “There are no such things as sea monsters” she shouted, hoping someone would realize the absurdity of human sacrifice in the 21st Century.

The elder who had first picked the beautiful archeology student for this deadly ritual turned at her last comment and re-traced his steps.  Smiling grimly as he looked down on the struggling victim, he hissed “Silence!!  Don’t disturb their faith!”  Drawing a weathered stone vial from his waistband, he continued “Of course there is no dragon.  But life here is hard and the people need their faith.  For as long as we’ve lived on these shores, my people have used this sacrifice to gain the favor of the Old Ones.”  He begin to smear a thick paste on the rope that held her above the surface.   “In the morning, we will return to see if the Great Dragon took you.  This potion will weaken the rope bit by bit all through the night.  The tide will rise and the sand below you grow softer.  There is a hidden cistern beneath this spot, that we use to turn the sand into quicksand.   At some point, your weight will be too much… the rope will fray and part, and you will join the many sisters who have proceeded you in the Great Sacrifice.  When they see the rope tattered and broken, uncut by any knife, the people will know that you were acceptable to the Old Ones and prosperity will follow.  Your team looked for you all through the day… but we own the darkness.  Be satisfied that  your death brings hope to my people, woman!”   And with that, the old man turned and walked away, never looking back at the helpless damsel.

Condemned to a lonely death, Alectra fought with all her physical strength and mental fortitude.  If she just hung there, surely she would be swallowed up.  So she had to get out, which meant she had to go—up.  If she could pull herself up the rope before it gave way, maybe she could reach the tripod.  She began to gyrate her hips, trying to break the pull of the sand, as she grabbed for the lower section of the rope and began to inch her way up.   Panting with exertion, her dark hair and full breasts swaying from side to side, Alectra was a vision of female allure that would surely attract any sea monsters that might be lurking out there after all.   And it was working!  Inch by inch, she pulled herself  higher on the rope.  The full moon broke over the mountain and she saw that she was less than a foot from the wooden support…

Then it all went wrong.   She had come so far but her arms ached from the effort.  She had to rest for a bit, but the tide was creeping in and the suction of the sand below her tugged on her legs.  She couldn’t go higher, but how long could she stay where she was before the rope gave way?  It was already beginning to fray, and as strand after strand gave way, the pressure of her weight on the remaining rope showed the panting maiden that her time was running out.  Finally, the last remnant snapped and Alectra fell back into the soupy mix. 

Her hands still tied in front of her, Alectra clawed fruitlessly at the ground in front of her.  The cool, wet sand swallowed her tummy, cupped her breasts before oozing up between her cleavage, covered her shoulders.   Deeper and deeper… her neck disappeared into the greedy mud, she tilted her face back to keep her mouth and nose clear, but it was only a matter of time… her bounds hands reached up, supplicating for help—and miraculously, her prayers were answered!

 One of the young men who had been enchanted by her loveliness had snuck back to the beach.  Using the hidden steps under the surface, he dragged the deliriously happy damsel up from her muddy doom. Alectra saw how powerful he was, how handsome a savior.   But then he paused: “If I save you, you must swear to never reveal what was done to you.  I don’t want my people blamed for this—you must tell the authorities that you were missing because we went away and spent all day and night making love.”
“Well” she answered, making the most of her wet body gleaming in the moonlight, “if we start as soon as you get me out, that won’t be much of a lie, will it?”

At first, no one in the village had noticed Alectra.  Every year, another batch of American
archeology students came to dig around the ancient ruins and study the old, bloodthirsty gods of days long past.  As long as she pinned her hair up and dressed in baggy sweatshirts and loose pants, she had just seemed another scruffy American.   Then came the mid-summer eve festival, and Alectra had cleaned up very nicely.  Now her full figure filled out the cotton sundress and her long raven  hair shone under the lamps.  All the young men of the village noticed—but most only dreamed of a night of pleasure.  From a corner of the tavern, older eyes drank her in, with more deadly dreams.  

“Look at her” one ancient watcher whispered to the other, “she’s just what the Old Ones thirst for.”
“Aye, it has been a long time since we have seen a more perfect sacrifice.   Send word for all the Believers to meet at midnight.”
So while the pretty student danced the night away and  drank her share of ouzo, forces were gathering that intended to make this night her last.

One by one, the students staggered off to bed, but Alectra always found one more cute guy asking for a dance, offering her a shot, begging her to stay.  She didn’t notice that she was the last foreign face at the celebration, or that more and more of the participants were too old and grizzled to dance—and stared at her with hard, merciless gazes. 

Exhausted, Alectra sank into a chair.  The last of her suitors sat next to her and asked “So, in all your studies, have you heard of the story of Andromeda?” 
“Of course”, she giggled, “that’s a very famous myth.  What a sad fate she faced, left for a sea monster to devour!”
“You say it was a myth, but for my people, it was no story.  When the Old Ones send us a fitting sacrifice, we still show our devotion to the ways of our grandfathers’ grandfathers”  came the soft answer.  Alectra began to ask him just what he meant by that, but the strong drink overwhelmed her and her head sank onto her arms folded on the table.

That was the moment the assembled crowd had been waiting for.  Reverently six strong men picked her up and carried her to a horse drawn cart that had been brought around to the curb.  The crowd, many carrying torches,  escorted her through the village, past fields that had been tended for centuries, to an ancient cave near the beach.  Here, the elder women stripped off her clothes and rubbed her soft young flesh with sweet smelling oils. They closed the rusty bars that made this recess a jail and left Alectra to sleep. 

She woke up around noon, baffled by her surroundings and terrified by her solitude.  Her throat was soon hoarse from fruitless calls for help.  But when, late in the afternoon, footsteps could be heard approaching, the captive beauty realized it was not help that was coming her way.  “You have been sent to us as a sacrifice to the Great Dragon” the head elder chanted, “Prepare yourself to be his bride and feast”.   Alectra struggled bravely as many hands pulled her out of the cell and bound her hand and foot.  A stone weight was attached to her ankles.  She begged for help as they carried her down to the shore.   At the edge of the sand, she saw a tripod had been set up.  Using hidden stepping stones, the two strongest men carried her out to the wooden frame.  She saw that the sand here wasn’t firm and packed like normal, but had a viscous, soupy quality.  Alectra soon found out just how soupy it was as her captors fastened her wrists to the top of the tripod and pushed her into the hole.   The stone lashed to her feet was heavy enough to drag her quickly down, leaving her sunk to just below her heaving bosom.  She strained fruitlessly to pull herself up, but the watery sand gave no traction, and the weight pulling her down was just enough so keep her legs immobile.

“Sacrifice of the Great Dragon, behold the setting of the Sun.  By the time it returns, you will go to the Old One and our people will again enjoy his favor!!”  And as the crowd left chanting, Alectra wondered if she would ever get out of this alive…