Fic: Welcome Back, Rosa Raines!

It's time for the fic to accompany the Monthly Damsel! This time, my dear fiancé Another0079 was faced with a new challenge: writing my OC. I gave him plenty of pointers, since Rosa has become a bit more cheerful and playful since we last saw her. We also decided to have a bit of fun with the general tone. Hope you like!

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“It’s good to be back!” Rosa Raines declared as she got off the train.  She had taken an extended vacation from her home, Fantopia, a place where all manner of—to be frank about it—chuuni people could congregate.  There, they lived in the environments that dominated their imaginations.  The pretty blonde snoop had been gone for a while, but in the end she couldn’t help but return.

Even though there wasn’t the slightest bit of cloud in the night sky, Rosa still opened up her umbrella.  Her bags had already been mailed ahead and had to be waiting at her home.  That meant she was free to take a stroll and enjoy her homecoming.

Rosa walked happily through the streets, taking in the sights that were both new and familiar at the same time.  Our hot heroine was turning a few heads, having returned with a new take on her old outfit.  Namely that it was showing off some cleavage.  And it was rather nice cleavage indeed!

The beautiful detective stopped, and smiled proudly.  “I’m glad you like it!” Rosa said happily.  She brought one arm across her torso, right underneath her breasts, which pushed them up slightly.  “I had a nice little growth spurt while I was away.”

Yes you did Rosa.  Yes you did.

“Now, are you going to keep ogling or are you going to let me get home?”

Unfortunately, I can’t let you get home quite yet.

“What?  Why not?  Sightseeing is fun and all, but being on a train for so long really takes it out of you.”

Well, if I let you get home you won’t notice the strange business going on in that warehouse over there.  Right down the street from her was a warehouse that didn’t look particularly different from any of the others in the area.  But the door was just slightly ajar.  Rather strange for this time at night.

“Strange indeed, Mr. Narrator,” Rosa said, her snoopish urges arising.  “I better go see what’s afoot!”

Rosa walked as inconspicuously as she could down the road towards the warehouse.  She stopped, looking up and down the street for a moment to make sure the coast was clear.  Then she ducked in the door, which was luckily large enough that she didn’t even need to close her umbrella.

Inside, the warehouse was dark.  The lights were all off, but the lights of the city around her shone in through the windows.  Large crates seemed to fill the place, stacked on shelf after shelf.  Perfectly ordinary.

“First place I sneak into for an investigation and it just looks like someone forgot to close up when they left,” Rosa sighed, disappointed.  “Still though, it’s odd that nobody would notice.  And that it’d be left open for this long.”  She continued to walk through the rows of shelves and wooden crates, looking around.  “Odd,” Rosa commented as she looked upwards.  “Only one window’s open.”

Taking a look at the crates filling the warehouse, something else out of the ordinary seemed to strike Rosa.  They had labels on them, but none of them seemed to denote locations they’d be going to, or coming from.  Perhaps there really was something sketchy going on in this warehouse!

Unfortunately for Rosa, she was too caught up in the odd warehouse to notice her impending distress.

“Distress?  Now why would I be in any distress?” she asked, not realizing the pair of hands slowly reaching out of the darkness behind her.  “There’s nobody here!”

“Not quite,” a low, suave voice said from behind as a hand grabbed onto her right arm, yanking it behind her back and causing her to drop her umbrella.  At the same time, another hand reached around, clamping a sweet-smelling rag over Rosa’s mouth and nose.

“Hmmph!!” she cried out in surprise, her free hand reaching up to try and pry away the hand over her mouth.  Trying to tug it away, her detective mind noticed two things.  First, the fabric around his arm felt similar to that of a suit.  Second…

Woof, there’s some nice muscle under here…

Perhaps now isn’t the best time to be thinking about that, Rosa.  Even if it does factor into you being overpowered.

With every second the rag was held over her mouth and nose, it became harder for her to fight back and keep her eyes open.  It didn’t take Rosa long at all to realize the rag was drugged.  Every passing second she failed to pull it away just made escape that much more difficult.

“Just so you know, the usual knockout drugs are much more unpleasant-smelling,” her mysterious assailant said in a calm, cool voice.  “So I figured to welcome you back I’d use one of the nicer ones.”

“Ghmmph…” Rosa moaned as she found staying conscious a herculean task.  Her vision was growing dark, and not just because the lights kept flickering on and off.  Slowly, her grip on his arm loosened and fell away.

I haven’t even been back for an hour…

When Rosa started to come to, she found herself in an unfortunately familiar predicament.  “Geez, again?”  Her arms had been pulled behind her back, wrists tied tightly and snugly together.  Rope encircled her torso, squeezing her breasts from above and below.  And, of course, her legs were tied together at her ankles, below her knees, and just above them.  From just a little bit of squirming, she could tell it had been expertly done.

“Now that you’re awake…” the voice of her assailant said from directly in front of her.  “Let me be the first to welcome you back, Rosa Raines.”  Though the warehouse was still not what one would call well-lit, she could at least see him now.  He was dressed in a fine, navy blue outfit, looking altogether like a classical gentleman.  Of course, the gloves, long coat, utility belt, and black mask gave away his true occupation.  He had seated himself on a crate across from her, and was smirking cockily.  A mess of dark hair was on his head, and she wasn’t quite able to see his eyes, but he did seem to be about her age.

“Oh, I get it,” Rosa grumbled as she looked at the young man.  “You’re a gentleman thief, aren’t you?”

“Not quite,” he said, hopping off of the crate and walking towards her.  “I’m more like… a gentleman nabber.”

“Of course you are,” Rosa said, testing her bonds.  She bit her lower lip as she felt the tight cords ensnaring her body.  “Well, I guess you’re pretty decent at it.”  She was underselling it, his ropework was exquisite!  Not that he needed to know that.

“Thank you,” he said, kneeling down beside her.  He reached out, and gently took her chin.  “I was wondering what the great Rosa Raines thought of my skills with a knot.”

Rosa shook her body a little bit, putting herself just a tad bit on display.  “I didn’t know I was famous.”

“Well… you’re famous to me.”  He took his free hand, and laid it on her thigh, rubbing up and down and giving it a squeeze.  “I’ve wanted to meet you for a while now.  You left before I was ready, and ever since I’ve been waiting for you to come back.”

“Mmm…” Rosa moaned lightly at the feeling of his hand on her thigh.  “No offense, but you’re not the kind of fan I care to have.”

His damnably cocky smirk seemed to grow wider.  “Then I guess I’ll have to just convince you,” he said in a low, flirty tone.

Rosa, against all odds, responded with a smirk of her own.  “You’ll have to try a lot harder than this,” she responded just as flirtily.

Her mysterious fan chuckled and circled around behind her.  “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.”  He reached into his pocket, grabbing a bandana he had been saving just for this moment.

“Oh, that better not be going where I think it hmmmph!!” Rosa groaned as the bandana, which he balled up in his hand, was shoved into her mouth.  “Ggghhm!” she protested indignantly as he took another cloth and pulled it tightly between her teeth.  He knotted it off behind her head, and with each tug of it she felt the cloth dig more and more into the sides of her mouth.

“There,” he said.  “Now everything’s perfect.”  He placed his hands on her hips, and slowly rubbed them up Rosa’s sides.  “Well, you’re perfectly bound at least.”

“Mmmph,” Rosa moaned, more frustrated than upset.  She felt his hands go farther and farther up.  Until, finally, they slid up to her chest, and began to squeeze her breasts through her clothes.  It was a slow, methodical massage.  And it felt so very good.  “Mmmmph!!” she moaned, letting her eyes close slightly, and arching her back to press them into his hands.

Sure, escaping was a priority, but who said she wasn’t allowed to stop and enjoy the bondage every now and then?

“Now this is fun,” her captor said as he continued to squeeze and feel up her chest.  “Unfortunately, I need to get going.”  His left hand fell downwards, and once again began teasing her thigh.  “But don’t worry, I’ve got something fun for you.”

“Hmmph?” Rosa blinked curiously.

He let go of her, and maybe it was just her, but she thought she detected a little bit of regret on both their parts.  Her mysterious (and handsome) captor circled back around to her front, and somehow he had gotten his hands on her umbrella.  He tossed it onto the ground in front of her, where its clatters echoed through the warehouse.

“You might notice something’s missing.”  Indeed, her umbrella wasn’t merely an umbrella.  It was also a concealed sword she could use to defend herself.  Unfortunately, the latter part was missing.  “I figured that would make escaping a little too easy, so I hid it somewhere.  But, see, that’s what’ll make this fun.  I stuck it into a very specific crate.  I think you’ll be very interested in what’s inside it.”

Rosa gave him a brief look of confusion.  “Hmmm?”

The strange nabber in blue simply chuckled.  “Oh, you’ll see when you find it.  If you find it.  But if I were you, I’d better find it quick.  The owners won’t be as nice to you as I was.  Now, I’ll be off, and let you get to it.”

Rosa watched as he hopped up onto a crate, and began to effortlessly traverse his way around the crates and shelves, always climbing higher.  “Whhwt!!” she called out to him.  “Whhw hrr yhwh?!”

He stopped, silhouetted against the light shining in through the open window.  Even though he was nothing but a shadowy shape, Rosa somehow knew he was smiling.  “Now my dear Rosa, I can’t just give you my name.  That’d ruin the fun.  You do need something to call me though…”  His shadowy form began to stroke his chin.  “Tell you what… the next time we run into each other, I’ll have a name you can call me.”

Rosa watched as he hopped out the open window.  She heard one last thing from him before she got up on her feet, and started hopping around the warehouse to look for her sword, and investigate the crates.

“Welcome back, Rosa Raines!”