Today is the day Kevin realized he’s fucked up. “Pick up the USB device, deliver the USB device.” One thousand grand for being a corporate courier. Things didn’t go as well as planned unfortunately seeing that he’s now sitting in a chair, his face numb, tasting the coppery taste of blood, in god knows where; what went wrong?
His first instinct is to move and oddly enough he’s free. The first instinct of his is to lean forward in spit, revealing pink spit, he’s either been here long or someone is going easy on him.
A sigh of relief is followed by a strong femenine voice. “Hey asshole. I got shit to do. Tell me the drop off and we’ll be done.” Kevin squints up noticing a small drone. “Come on shit stick, today would be fine.”
Kevin, realizing he’s most likely alone at the moment steps up. “Oh I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I can’t tie you up, I couldn’t even bring you there, had to pay a bum a few credits to drag your fat ass there and steal a chair from some cafe. Kidnapping is expensive. Now if you take one more step I’ll personally go out of my way to fuck you up, give me my info.”
Believing the words spoken were nothing but empty threats he made his way toward the door. The drone spat out some words in another more robotic voice, the only word to be made out was “Neutralize”. A sharp pain hit the back of his neck as he fell forward. The drone landed next to him, then broadcasted her voice. “We’ll see about that.”
It’s clearly hours later. The sun shining from the visible cracks to the outside had nothing shining through, the drone was now gone, but still his arms were free.
He pushed himself up to notice his legs were tied. A loud noise of chain links clashing filled the room. Her voice was no longer digital. Filled with curse words and how regretful he was about to be. He almost felt this would be part of the job someday.
His blurred vision did not help him in any way although he did make out a few things about her. She was wearing something almost robotic. Maybe it helped give her the strength to pull him up. There were also a few glowing flying things he couldn’t make out but just assumed were drones.
“You’re a gorgeous one aren’t you? You’re prettier than my Pomeranian.” She laughed and mocked. “Listen you did nothing wrong, you don’t know who you’re working for, you aren’t going to get paid by them, and sure as hell not by me, all my money went into this rig.” She patted her shoulders. There’s something obviously special with that suit.
“But I’m getting my information.” “Listen I’m jus-” “Yeah I get that you’re about to bullshit me. So I’m sorry for this.” A solid this to the head knocks him out yet again.
This time he’s tied between steel pillars. “I love rope. There’s a rush to it. Have you ever heard of rope play? You may like it.” She pulls, the ropes snake around his wrists and pull tighter, blood flow had a weird surge.
She runs her fingers under his sleeves and feels his arms. “Oh that’s nice and tight.” She bites her lip. “Sorry this is my thing. I find it enjoyable. Let me know if this hurts too much. I honestly don’t know my own strength.” She laughed but Kevin could not tell if that was supposed to be a joke or honesty.
Another rope is slid across his chest. She wraps him up, each time falling between one of his rib gaps. She pulls and his breaking is restricted to slow deep breaths. She shivers in ecstasy, having control is obviously her thing. “God this is hot. Don’t you think, courier? I didn’t get your name. It doesn’t matter really. Shut up and enjoy.”
She looks at her handiwork and begins to take off her exosuit, once she’s out her hands plunge into her pants and soon her hole. Kevin can clearly hear her gushing, he could feel her eyes on him. His breathing is labored and the restricted blood flow is making things loopy. He feels drunk. He can’t stay conscious. Her voice follows, “we’re going to have a lot of fun.” [End part 1]
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/4rn9af/digital_fugitive_force_rope_playmf