(I copied a pic you posted @Rob66 . I hope that’s OK. 😁

Also, a HUGE thanks to @nyctophobia11 who gave me this fucking awesome costume!)

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“No.  No Honey.  Shush.  Quit the gag talk.  No no no.  I’m not rescuing you.”  Her look of confusion was delightful!  I glided up next to her in my ironic ‘super hero’ costume (thanks @nyctophocia11 ) I straddled her tightly bound legs and sat myself firmly on her lap.

“Our boobs are touching, Love.”  I giggled.  I barely recognized the way it sounded.  “But yours are….scratchy.”  I slipped on gloved hand under her tops and crept it up her torso until I was cupping one perky globe of flesh. 

“You’re holding your breath Sweetie.  Are you liking this?  Am I pleasing you, helpless little Miss?”  I was pleasing myself, 100%!!  I decided to finger her nipple.  Little circles with my index finger.  Then I trap it between my thumb and middle finger and drag it around, stretching her tit along the way.  Damn, the gloves don’t let me use my nails.  I give her a hard pinch to make up for the fact and she yelps loudly.  This dolt of a kidnapper rigs a good chair tie, but his gag technique is fucking awful.  Anyone down the hall would have heard that squeal.

“I think that clown heard you, Miss.”  I make an exaggerated sigh.  “Now I’m going to have to earn this score.”  I was hearing footsteps.  I’ll probably have to kick somebody’s ass now.

“Oh, hey, you can give me a distraction!”  I grab her shirt with both hands and stretch it up and under the ropes binding her arms revealing a lovely chest of treasures.  I paused to check her out myself, despite the need for urgency.  Did they turn off the gravity in this hideout?  Fuck!  I can’t help it.  Smiling, I wrap my lips around one supple breast and do the tongue tango.  The hostage moans deeply.  It’s going to be hard NOT taking this slut home with me.  But it’s time to clock in.  I rip away from her, leaving a string of saliva trailing from my lower lip to her nipple.  As I stand up from her lap, I transition immediately into a back walkover, gracefully flipping head over heels twice before silently landing against the wall next to the door.

“I told you to be quiet you…hey.”  The blunt object stepped into the room and was paralyzed by his confusion and by the sight of bare tits.  I resist my natural impulses to beg him to tie me up next to his other captive.  How fucking hot would that be!  Can’t think about that now.  I just have to let muscle memory take the wheel.

“Who…”  That’s all he get’s past his teeth before my left cross connects with his jaw.  He’s a lot taller so I gave up power reaching up.  That was a distraction strike.  Not a knock out.  He recoils where I want him, toward the center of the room. 

“OOOohhhhhh!!!”  The front kick to his nuts drops him to his knees and fills his eyes with tears.  I still don’t think he’s seen me, and if he does, I’m nothing but an underwater shiny blue blur. 

“Gahhh, gahhhhhhhh…”  I could have used an choke hold but instead I wrap my legs around his face and slam him to the floor in a head scissors.  I’ll cut off his air with my legs instead of cutting off his circulation with my arms.  It takes longer this way so it sucks worse for him.  Tee Hee.

“YYYeoooooohhhh!”  I don’t even know why I back handed him in the groin one more time.  That was so totally unnecessary.  What is wrong with you Tina?  I feel his resistance fade and his writhing slows and stops.  His breathing is shallow but he’s still breathing.  Which was the point.  Lethal force is messy.  There’s mounds and mounds of paperwork.  And that’s when it’s justifiable.  If I killed THIS guy, I’d probably have to dispose of a body.  And then I’d have to deal with rich bitch, too.  Anyway, I’m glad I didn’t kill him to death.  “Kill him to death.”  Good one Tina.

I pull my legs in and roll up onto my shoulders, then kick my feet up and out as I push off the floor with my hands and land standing right back in front of the chair tied damsel.

“Like I was saying, Sweet Tea, I’m not here for you.”  I reach around and undo the clasp on her necklace.  “I’m here for these.”  I slide the long string of peals from around her neck and hold them up to admire them.  I’ve always had a thing for peals.  I get that from Grandma Josephine, I think.  Miss that lady so much!

“You should try to get yourself untied now, Dear.  Before Bozo wakes up.  Because he’s going to be in a fucking awful mood when he sees his black eye.  I know I wouldn’t want to tied to chair when he wakes up.”  I smile as large as I can, internally longing to switch roles.  Lucking fucking damsel. 

“Time to say goodbye.”  I ‘runway walk’ to the open door.  I pause and give the unconscious thug on the floor a hard kick to the side of his face so he’ll have that black eye I’d mentioned earlier.  I like to keep my word, Y’all!  Then I race off with my stolen jewels feeling sustained if not fulfilled.

Still, being evil is kinda fun.  XOXOX