Alexis movie star | illustrated bondage stories

"Not exactly, my dear" came the deep bass voice from behind her. "Now that you've awakened, allow me to introduce myself--- I am The Critic". Alexis tried to twist around in the chair but her bondage didn't allow it, so for now this "Critic" was only a voice without a face. "All my life" he continued "I've been moved by movie and television images of bound damsels in distress. But usually the scene is too short and focuses on everything except the girl in peril! It can be very frustrating, and I've decided to do something about it! I'm going to film the damsel in distress the way it should have been done to begin with!" Alexis couldn't be sure, but she thought she could hear him rubbing his palms together in villainous glee.

"Exhibit one --- Swamp Thing. It had a beautiful heroine--- has anyone ever told you how much you resemble her? But a most unsatisfactory sequence--- see for yourself!"

Alexis tried to make sense of this diatribe as the man behind her turned on a DVD. There was Adrienne Barbeau - in virtually the same dress Alexis now wore! She was being dragged into a dungeon and chained to the wall, her body shining from the light of a nearby torch. Louis Jordan ("he's clearly the bad guy" she thought) was asking a big green creature chained to an X cross something about a formula, and implied that answering was the only way to protect the lovely Miss Barbeau, and the Swamp Thing meekly told the bad guy what he wanted to hear. Even Alexis had to agree it was lame.

"Exactly! and that's why I've brought you to my little... studio. I'm going to have you stand in for the star and film this scene the way it should have been done. Unfortunately I don't have much of a team, so I'm going to have to knock you out again for a little" he said as the chloroform once sent her to dreamland.

When Alexis woke up, she could swear she was in the same dungeon she'd seen in the movie. A torch flared on the wall beside her, but she was no longer wearing the sexy gown. She was totally nude, and ropes criss-crossed her amazing bosom. The brave girl pulled futilely on the chain that fastened her wrists to the wall, but all she accomplished was to make enough noise to bring him into the room. Finally, Alexis was able to look at her captor--- only to find his face covered with a nylon mask.

"Ahh, you're awake and ready for your starring role! Now, if I had been in charge, there is no way the Swamp Thing spills the secret of the formula so easy" he began. "So, it would have been necessary to--- Convince him! Let me just get the cameras working... " the madman explained as he threw a series of switches. "First, I wouldn't want to hear from you" he chuckled as he jammed a ballgag into her mouth and fastened the strap. “And don’t you think the scene works better with the damsel stripped naked?” There was nothing Alexis could do to cover herself, to stop his eyes drinking her in.

"What's that, Swamp Thing? you'll never talk?" the fanatic bondage-lover asked an imaginary hero. "We'll see about that!" Alexis caught her breath as he whispered an explanation: "I'm really sorry you have to go thru this, but I can't have you going to the police, can I?" He threw another switch, and Alexis froze at the sight!

What looked like solid stones across the dungeon from her turned out to be a false wall--- and as it slid away, the torchlight reflected on dozens of sharp spikes! Only now did the frantic beauty notice the tracks that ran across the floor from the newly revealed peril to her exposed form! Desperately she tugged on the chains that held her wrists, but there was no give, no room to wriggle free. Alexis heard the Critic inhale sharply as he stared at her magnificent body writhing in her bondage, but she had to keep trying no matter how much the pervert was getting off on her peril!

"Tell me what I need or this lovely agent will pay the price" he sneered for the camera--- and threw the last switch--- the one that began to move the bed of spikes towards her helpless body. The gag muffled her cries for rescue or mercy. The cold steel of the shackles kept her in the path of the approaching doom. Droplets of sweat began to cover her naked chest as she struggled helplessly to escape. The spikes were now about three feet away, and she was hypnotized as the shiny points drew nearer and nearer. The critic kept yelling "Tell me about the formula!" as if he was truly in a movie--- or was truly a maniac about to doom her to a grisly fate.

The spikes were less than two feet from her now, the machine that pushed them towards her rumbling as they made their slow progress. Alexis body was an unbelievable sight, the shadows emphasizing her lush curves, but unless someone did something all that beauty would soon be wasted. One foot away... she tugged again and again on the shackles without any hint of success. As the deadly points got closer, she tried to wriggle to the side so they would miss her full breasts... but the points were so close together that she clearly would only be able to buy a few seconds. The dark haired beauty closed her eyes, unwilling to look as the harsh metal pierced her tender flesh... waiting for the first hint of pain... she moaned as the first touch of a spike brushed against her right breast...

Then the rumble of the machine stopped.

"I knew you'd see the light" the voice of her tormentor crowed, still playing his part in his "movie". The mystery man shut off the camera, then put the spikes into reverse, leaving Alexis panting with relief as the dangerous machine went back to its hidden spot. Turning to the nude damsel, the Critic said "I couldn't tell you I would stop the machine, you wouldn't have acted so--- convincingly. But since you've not seen my face, I have no fear you'll be able to identify me once I release you. You'll wake up back at your place wondering if this was just a dream."

"Unless you want me to make you a copy?”