Protective Custody On Campus 3

Postby Snidley » Sun Apr 28, 2013 10:55 pm

She kissed me. The only thing else I could register was her chains quietly clinking together- it still sounded strange. I suddenly realised she'd asked me a question: "I'm under your protective custody, so are there any rules against you being kissed by your prisoner?”

She had me there. I really didn't know anything about rules pertaining to 'Protective Custody'; so far I'd just made things up as I went along. In any case that kiss had turned my mind blank. Other sensations were taking over: stuff like awareness of how tight her T shirt was, how well they emphasised the curve of her breasts. And her lower body too in those snug jeans of hers. Not just sensations, emotions too. Like arousal. Her captivity turned me on too, more than I thought possible. The chains around her wrists and ankles were like petrol on my passion.
Encouraged she leant over and kissed me again. I responded by leaning in and taking her in my arms. We were locked like that for what seemed like ages. When we came up for air her face was flushed, her lips red, and not from the friction of my evening stubble.

She raised her connected hands in the air. “Unchain me?” The look on her face was unmistakable, the message clear. If I let her go she was mine for the night. But I had to unlock her…was this just another ploy to escape and collect all the money herself? My arousal popped like an overinflated balloon. We were still playing the game I realised. But I had to be certain, it wasn't every day a girl gave herself to me like this. To cover my thinking I kissed her passionately again, then said as we broke apart and rather breathlessly;
“ OK”. And locating the key in my jeans pocked I uncuffed her wrists. As I prepared to unlock the padlocks on her legs I hesitated and gave the pretext: “Wait, I need to check all the windows are locked." "And the front door,” I said quickly as an afterthought. Before she could reply I had left and gone into the kitchen. There I found my water pistol in my coat, and quickly emptied it out into the sink. Then I went outside with the coat on against the cold, pretended to fiddle with the front door and then returned to the living room. Margaret was still there, on the sofa, watching me. I slowly took the coat off, flinging it on the chair, but being very careful to ensure the handle of the pistol was clearly visible.
“All clear, the house is fully secure,” I said smiling. “Oh, hang on, let me just check the bathroom,” I added as Margaret lifted her legs on the sofa to be unlocked.

I stayed there about thirty seconds, enough time to find out if my captive was sincere and would stick to our deal, or whether this sudden passion was another masque for her to assassinate me and end up one person closer to the cash. I returned to the living room and she was standing there in the middle, firing the instant I appeared. Surprised and angered she shook the pistol and fired again, for the Murder Game we were playing dictated that the victim must be hit with water fired from a pistol for the 'kill' to be recognised.

I had been right. It had all been a ruse, part of the game. But Margaret could still surprise me, she flung the pistol at me and made a break for the back door, obviously hoping unlike the front it wasn't deadlocked. But she had forgotten about her hobbles and made it only a single stride before she crashed onto the carpet. I jerked into action and tackled her before she could rise, struggling to get the cuffs on again, and she fought back like a tiger. We rolled over the floor, wrestling to get the upper hand. Margaret was a fit girl from all that cycling, but she was hampered by the chains on her legs and couldn't use her best attributes. It gave me enough of an advantage to finally get on top of her and pull her hands behind her back. With great effort, hampered by not wanting to hurt her, I managed to cuff one wrist, and then sensing she had momentarily stopped struggling – expecting me to just cuff the other – I pulled her leg chain forward and looped her handcuff chain around it. I rose and stepped back, while Margaret, not expecting to be suddenly hogtied (she had probably never even heard the term before), thrashed back and forth calling me all sorts of nasty things.

TBC
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Re: Protective Custody On Campus 3

Postby Kkonii1 » Tue May 07, 2013 2:25 pm

Wonderful idea to test her like that. I am glad to see this next part. It's a great continuation, and I can't wait to see the next part.
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