Ex-Cop, New Damsel - Mini-Fic

Here's a new feature on my Patreon page, since we reached the first milestone! My fiancé Another0079 will be writing mini-fics to go along with each monthly damsel. Enjoy!

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 For all the times she had utterly devastated dozens of criminals in a single night of brawling, Blaze Fielding was convinced that they would surely, by now, be intimidated by her.  But that was evidently not the case, given her current predicament.  What had once been a simple night of beating her way through the criminal horde of the city had turned into an ordeal where she found herself taken prisoner.

“Hey, is that camera ready yet?” the leader of the goons who had captured her asked his compatriots.  They were rather smartly not using their names when in earshot of her, so she had mentally labelled him Thug A.

“Just about boss!” the man she labelled as Thug B responded as he continued working with the camera mounted directly in front of Blaze.  “Man, this is going to be the best ransom video ever!” he exclaimed eagerly, practically salivating at the sight of Blaze’s bound figure.  

The stunningly beautiful police officer had her wrists pulled up and backwards, tied behind her back.  The ropes around her wrist were connected to a tight harness wrapped around her torso.  The rope framed her impressively large breasts, helping her tiny red top to display them even more nicely than it already did.  Blaze was conscious of the way the ropes hugged her body as she struggled and pulled on them, causing her wonderful breasts to jiggle nicely.  It was even attached to a hook on the ceiling, keeping her from wandering off.

Even worse than causing her breasts to bounce as she struggled was the way the bottom of the harness affected her.  The bottom of the harness was a rope that had been pulled tightly between her legs, digging into her crotch.  As she tugged on the rope around her wrists that was connected to the harness, it directly pulled on the rope between her legs.  

Blaze grunted as the rope once again dug into her.  As much as she hated it, she couldn’t deny the truly… interesting sensations the rope’s presence was causing.  Nevertheless, it was also causing her skirt to ride up, exposing her black panties.  And as much as she’d like to close her legs to hide them from the men’s gaze, but a long metal bar had been strapped to her legs, forcing her to keep them spread.  

“Smile for the camera,” Thug A said to Blaze as the camera started rolling.  “It’s not every day you end up in a ransom video.”

“Fhhk yhw!!” Blaze grunted, though her anger was slightly undercut by the blush on her face as the rope between her legs was once again pulled tight by her struggles.  Her speech was garbled by the large, white rubber ball buckled tightly into her mouth.  Blaze’s jaw struggled to adjust to it, and drool pooled up around the ball before leaking down her chin and onto her great, round breasts.

Thug B laughed as he controlled the camera, zooming in on the Blaze as she continued to struggle.  The perverted criminal focused on her chest, happily filming the way her large bosom shook while she attempted to escape.  Of course, he made sure to also get some good shots of her gyrating groin and the way the rope was pulled tight against it.  

Perhaps they had hoped that Blaze would be worried.  That she would break down into some mewling, helpless damsel.  Well, maybe she was a helpless damsel at the moment, that wasn’t going to last.  Because even if she couldn’t escape these accursed ropes (particularly that dammable one between her legs) her friends would be here soon, and these idiot crooks were going to be in even more pain than if they were just dealing with her.  

A moan escaped her lips as a result of her most recent struggles.  It was gonna take some time for her friends to find her though.  And until then she was at the ropes’ mercy.