Maya’s head was killing her. As she slowly regained consciousness, she didn’t want to open her eyes as her head pounded away. She felt extremely disoriented, and quickly realized it was because she was upside down.

Or at least her head was, she could feel her legs dangling down the correct orientation but she was folded over something broad that dug into her waist. After a moment of swaying side to side due to motion, she realized she was being carried over someone’s shoulder. Maya could feel a hand on her butt, keeping her steady as the person continued to walk. Her short denim shorts didn’t cover much normally, but now in this compromising position it was all that protected her between her skin and a groping hand. She groaned softly as she bounced against her transporter’s back, noting how hard it was as her breasts were compressed between the weight of her body and the solid muscles. As she slowly became more aware of her surroundings, she also noticed the bondage that kept her a helpless captive over this person’s shoulder.

Multiple coils of rope were wound around her wrists and cinched off, keeping them pinned behind her back. More wrapped around her ankles, just above her high-top Converse, as well as her knees and thighs to weld her legs into a single limb. She felt a little like a mermaid. More coils surrounded her chest, above and below her breasts that pinned her tank top against her body and framed her decently sized breasts. She could feel the coarse fibers biting into her bare skin and winced as she shifted and it scratched in multiple places.

She couldn’t ask her captor what had happened or where she was being taken due to a cloth filling her mouth. It soaked up the saliva and the roof of her mouth felt very dry as a result. Unfortunately, she couldn’t spit it out due to what felt like multiple strips of tape pressed across her lips. The sticky material clung to her mouth and cheeks, making her feel like the bottom half of her face was held in a vice-like grip. Maya finally opened her eyes and only saw blackness. Blindfold. She realized that something was tied around her head and over her eyes, cutting off all light to her eyes.

“Mmmph.” She groaned.

In response, her captor slapped her butt and squeezed, eliciting a yelp from the poor girl. “Pipe down doll.” Her captor growled. “We’re almost there.”

The two sentences sent her mind into a whirl. She had no idea how she had ended up in this situation to begin with. She had been at a beach party with some friends, hanging out, having a good time. And then suddenly she woke up over someone's back. Had she been drugged? Knocked out? She had no recollection of what had happened.

She winced as the pounding in her head returned. Whatever had been used to make her unconscious was not doing her any favours right now. Doubly so with the blood rushing to her head from hanging upside down over his shoulder. She squirmed a little, trying to adjust to move his shoulder out of her crotch but he held on and kept her in place. Maya then realized that without him holding onto her, she could have fallen and taken quite the tumble to the ground. She had no idea how high above the ground she was and that thought caused her stomach to lurch. Landing head first onto concrete with her arms and legs bound and unable to catch herself was not a pleasant thought,

She could feel her hair hanging down towards the ground as well, falling like a curtain and swaying with the motion of her body. It frustrated her that she couldn’t fix her hair, partially because her hands were tied and partially because she was still stuck upside down. She didn’t dare shift to a more comfortable position in fear of falling, so she could only grit her teeth and bear with the pain, or push the gag stuffing around in her mouth as it turned out.

“Mrrrr rrrr ymmmm mmmphng mrr?” She grunted into her gag.

“All in good time sweetheart.” The man’s voice was not soothing at all to her. “We’ll be there shortly, you girls have no patience these days.”

I’d have a lot more patience if you didn’t knock me out and kidnap me! Maya thought. “Mmmmph!”

“Shush.”

Maya deflated, knowing she could do nothing but wait. As her thoughts calmed down, she twisted her hands in her bonds, she did feel a little turned on by it. The way the rope restricted her, tightened over her chest, she had to admit she sort of liked the helpless feeling that it caused. Maya you idiot, you’re being kidnapped. You can’t be turned on now.

Unfortunately for her, her body betrayed her and she could feel heat building inside of her body, causing her to squirm a little. It earned her another slap on the butt, causing her to yelp. Think Maya, how do you get out of this?

Another part of her brain told her, just enjoy it, you’re not going anywhere until he decides to let you go. She shook her head and mmphed into her gag. What did captured heroines do in stories? They struggled, you idiot! They fought! Didn’t need saving! Found their own method of escape and kicked that guys ass into next week! 

Maya had a sudden image of an angel and demon floating around her upside down head, arguing. Why go through the trouble of trying and failing? Just relax, be the damsel, look all pretty and sexy and helpless and maybe Prince Charming will dash out of nowhere, sock this man in the jaw and untie you while doting over you.

Now as she hung over this man’s shoulder, unsure of where he was taking her or what he wanted with her, she had a decision to make. Was she going to be a heroine? Or a damsel?