Jessica eased back into consciousness gradually, and with her first stirrings, she realized that she was well restrained. This caused her neither alarm nor panic but instead she felt excitement. She and her current lover (we'll call her "Jane") often played villain-and-damsel games, and Jane was quite adept at capturing Jessica and placing her in a situation both sexy and perilous. Jessica found herself secured to the special chair the two girls used for these games; her ankles shackled to its legs, her thighs strapped tightly to its seat, and her neck cuffed to its back, while her while her elbows and wrists had been knotted together with rope. To complete her bondage, Jessica's mouth was stuffed with what could only be her unwashed lingerie and sealed shut with tape that seemed to be welded to her face.
Jessica's eyes blinked again to life and she took in her surroundings, which where rather sparse. A small, high-ceilinged room with only a bare-bulb light fixture above and single entry door. The only other feature it had was a full-length mirror placed directly in front of her which allowed her to take in her predicament. Her generous figure--which was immodestly displayed in an obscenely tailored, iridescent green superheroine outfit that, along with matching boots, was all she wore--hid something between her thighs that a long, black fuse covering the floor like spaghetti led to: dynamite! She gazed at herself in the mirror and looked over all of Jane's handiwork which allowed her to squirm enough to shake her large breasts, but otherwise offered no other freedom.
Jessica heard the door open and a click-clicking of heels behind her. Something told her that things were a little different in this game, and that sound was one of them. In the mirror, she could she Jane walking up to her from behind, but her appearance was an unexpected surprise. Jane was a tall, athletic woman who worked as a delivery driver for one of those companies that brings overnight packages to your home or business, and while she was an attractive woman, she preferred fashions more practical than feminine. However, appearing in a little black dress and high heels was a pleasant diversion for Jessica, and Jane stopped behind her, rested her hands lightly on Jessica's bare shoulders, then nuzzled her face to her ear.
"Hey, sleepyhead, I thought you might doze all the way through the little treat I've planned for you." Jane lightly ran her fingers down from Jessica's shoulders to her massive chest, gliding her nails across it, then finally grazing them briefly on the aroused nipples. Jessica tried to ask for more, but only a "mmmphhh" emerged through the tape gag, and a seductive shake of her twins was equally unsuccessful. "No, darling, that's not the kind of treat I have for you, because I know that's not what you really want." The sudden change in Jane's tone surprised Jessica, more so because they usually played imaginary roles--Jessica the damsel and Jane the villain--during these games, but Jane was clearly being herself. "Every time, it's the same thing--you must have dynamite, but, of course, that game can only go so far. Still, you insist on not being rescued, so no matter how elaborate the scenario, you'll never be satisfied."
It was true, Jessica thought, Jane made the games as real as could be. Jessica merely supplied herself as the hapless victim, but Jane, as a consequence of her job delivering to all sorts of people and places, was able to supply an unending assortment of real and realistic props for these games. The restraints, the outfits, the length of fuse coiled on the floor, this unknown location they were playing in, the chair (which Jessica discovered was secured to the floor), the strong rope and tape, the sedatives to assist in abducting Jessica, and the very realistic looking dynamite props between her legs were all products of Jane's acquisition skills.
"Well, I have something different for you tonight. First, let's get your motor running." And with that, Jane pushed the green button on a controller that was tucked into the heavy leather strap that fixed Jessica's thighs to the seat. Jessica had to become familiar with a lot of things in these new surroundings, but she missed a few details. However, she immediately became aware of the two little vibrating mechanical eggs that were delicately positioned and held in place by the crotch of her superheroine outfit. "I found this a few weeks ago. The controller varies the frequency and intensity in a complex pattern. It rises up, it settles down, but never to the same point, so you won't be able to, unless you play with it for ten years or so, tell when it will peak or subside. However, you don't have that long." The eggs were immediately having an effect on the busty damsel, the least of which was that her sense of reason was starting to leave her. And what did she mean that she wouldn't have that long?
Jane walked back behind the bound girl, and Jessica watched in the mirror as she reached into her bag and pulled out a hand-rolled cigarette and a chrome lighter. "Now that your motor's running, let's see if we can't enhance it's performance." Jane flipped open the lighter, sparked a flame, put the cigarette to her lips, and lit it up. The small room filled with the pungent aroma of cannabis almost immediately as Jane took a long draw on the joint. She walked to Jessica and pinched her nose shut. Holding it and the smoke in her mouth for some moments, she then released Jessica's nose, and as she breathed deeply to refill her starved lungs, Jane blew the smoke into her nostrils, and Jessica drew the intoxicating vapor deep into her lungs. Jane repeated this until she was sure that Jessica was thoroughly stoned, confirmed by her now glossy, reddened eyes.
"You know, they added a quarry to my route a while ago, and I've gotten to know the guys there quite well, Guys will tell a girl just about anything if you show a little interest, and they've enlightened me quite a bit on explosives." As she talked, Jane stepped over to the fuse end, picked it up off the floor, and pressed the glowing end of the cigarette against it. After it sparked to life, she nonchalantly tossed it down, and watched the burning end begin its journey to the dynamite between Jessica's legs. Jessica watched the burning fuse in her haze, grinding her hips against the vibrating eggs. They were both familiar with this safety fuse and it's burning rate of thirty seconds per foot, and Jessica was left to wonder what surprise the dynamite prop would reveal. Jane had come up with a number of sparking, popping, and banging devices, but...
"It's easy to tell what you're thinking, dear, and I know the result will be the same. Despite all that I put into these games to please you, I always hear that soft pout of disappointment from you when, in the end, instead of that desired explosion, it's just an effect. That drives me mad! No matter what I do, your passion for me will never match your passion for dynamite." Jessica was starting to piece together the differences in this game, and as she sensed that the danger was real, she became more excited and less rational. "Fortunately, those guys at the quarry educated me, and now I'm going to share that learning with you. Acquiring dynamite is not too much of a problem since I've acquire a few identities and fictitious addresses over time. From my deliveries, I knew who the vendors were, and what a routine shipment was, but the use of the stuff was where I needed help. I asked a lot of questions, and the result is that charge between your legs--yes, that's right Jessica, that's real dynamite!"
Jessica's eyes widened and "mmmmphhhh!" was the only nonsense that she could utter. There, the deadly, desired object sat with a rapidly burning fuse rushing towards it, and there was nothing she could do. "One of the guys showed me a charge that size, and said that they would bore a hole in a rock about the size of my delivery truck, drop it in, and it would blast the rock into pieces no bigger than a golf ball. So, I think that will do the trick for you, don't you?" Jessica tried to calculate the time that the remaining fuse left her, but the vibrating eggs and the intoxicating weed had rendered her just about as helpless as her strict bondage had. "Well, daring, see that mark on the floor? That's the ten-foot mark, which gives me five minutes to get away from you and your new lover. I hope that your new relationship is everything you hoped it would be, but I'm afraid it's only going to be a brief affair." As the truth was revealed to Jessica, she was induced into orgasm by the eggs, and as she recovered from it, she watched Jane collect her things, and as the burning fuse passed the ten-foot mark, she heard the door open and Jane leave the room. The door closed with an echo of finality, and in her diminished, on-the-edge-of-orgasm state, her whole world was condensed down to the fuse burning rapidly towards her.
Five minutes can pass in so many ways, but this was definitely a unique passing for Jessica. At first, her thoughts were about the relationship she'd just destroyed by being so selfish and so focused on one fantasy to the exclusion of others, but, true to her nature, she became consumed by thoughts more inward. The eggs intensified their vibrations both in pattern and intensity, giving her little time to recover from what in normal times would be heart-pounding orgasms. However, now they were almost narcotic in their effect, but still she could not keep her eyes long from the bright, burning fuse. She tried to confirm that the dynamite was real, but the reflection in the mirror was becoming more and more difficult to focus on, and what she could see through her cleavage neither proved or disproved Jane's words. The fuse drew closer and closer to her chair, and as the burning end left the floor, her heart raced, and, as if they knew that, the eggs made a vicious vibrating attack, almost blinding her with ecstasy. When she recovered from that, she saw the flame burn up to the edge of her seat, and again she was racked by a powerful sexual release. She again recovered, but instinct took over and she mustered all her strength against the ropes, shackles, straps, and tape, but it was futile. The fuse reached the point where it split to head to the individual sticks, and the sight of this alone, like the candles on a birthday cake that fulfilled a wish when not blown out, sent her once more to orgasm with another push by the vibrating eggs ramming it home. Jessica was as thoroughly spent as she ever could be, and all that was left was a final cry.
"MMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
To the second, Jane heard the muffled "whump" from deep below the ground, and there was a faint jolt underfoot. It was hardly dramatic from her vantage, and if anyone wasn't aware of the blast, it's effects would be unnoticed. She pulled the plug that connected her portable generator to the power box of the abandoned underground test site where she'd left Jessica to her fate, and lifted it into the back of her truck. Seclusion and dark of night made it no problem to change outdoors from her sexy evening wear to normal attire, and after neatly folding her dress and placing it and her shoes in her bag, she pulled the remainder of the cannabis cigarette and her lighter from it. She was contemplative as she smoked the remainder of the joint. The crime was not perfect, no sense in trying for that, she thought, but with enough purloined identities--including the one she'd just inherited from Jessica--she could definitely cover her tracks sufficiently. And while it was not initially her intent to end their relationship this way, Jane was feeling a lasting thrill at this, the climax of all her planning and plotting. It was clear to her that she could not stop at just this, and since her job had allowed her to make acquaintances with all sorts of women with "special" desires, she would be on the hunt again. She turned on her phone, and started to scroll through her contacts.
Now, which one was that busty woman who had a thing for guillotines...?
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