Tested Under Fire
Story By Mad Max, Photo by The KidnapHer

Maybe Richard Vollin had had a bit too much to drink the night he decided to test the theories he'd been
reading in Sociology class, or maybe he was a little bit crazy--- or maybe he just liked to tie up girls. 
But whatever the reason, he convinced himself that the best way to disprove the idea of Aryan Supremacy
was to torment the blondest, most blue-eyed woman he could find.

And the fact that the one he found had an unbelievable rack was just gravy.

He had picked out Dana at the college library and followed her home. Vollin wasn't the first to notice the
statuesque beauty--- she had a combination of face and body that had been driving men to distraction
for a decade. But Dana's fierce independence had kept her from commiting to any one male, so Vollin was
delighted to find out that she had no boyfriend.  "Won't have to worry about her
Dudley Do-Right coming to save her" he chortled.
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Vollin had posed as a fire inspector to get into her apartment, then pulled what looked like a very real
semi-automatic to get the blonde amazon to cooperate. The fact that it was only a starter pistol from the
track team went unnoticed as Dana was forced to pull off her blouse, though if she had been willing to risk
it she might have attacked him when she did--- the sight of her chest in her favorite bra was that distracting!

But the moment was lost and soon the shapley co-ed was in a jam. Seated on the coffee table, her wrists were
lashed together and pulled up over her head and behind her; then Vollin ran a line of rope from her hands to
the strands he had wrapped around and around her lucious form. She tried to wriggle her hands free as he
tied her feet and knees, then gagged her with tape--- but she was tied up too well. The platinum beauty
glared ferociously at her tormentor, but he was far too pleased with himself to notice.
And he was busy preparing her "test"....

Vollin pulled a plastic squeeze bottle of honey from the duffel bag he had put all his supplies into, and proceeded
to squirt the sweet sticky goo all over Dana's heaving bosom. She recoiled at his touch but couldn't get away
and had to endure being groped and fondled as he covered her exposed skin quite completely. "OK, Dana,
here is the Test" he began.  "That honey is sure to motivate the South American fire ants I borrowed from the
biology lab. You have to sit there and prove you can endure their biting for 15 minutes, starting when the first
one reaches your bra. If you succeed, I'll untie you and set you free. But if you get up off the table, well,
you'll ruin my experiment. And I'll be very, very angry" he sneered as he brandished the "gun". 

The helpless "subject" could only watch in horror as Vollin brought out a jar of what looked like dozens of
big red ants and openned the top. The hyper insects must have smelled the inviting honey because they
poured out of the container. Dana re-doubled her attempts to free her wrists, but she was bound too
tightly and her struggles just caused the ropes around her glistening chest to tighten. Would he really
shoot her if she got up? Could she stand being bitten on her most sensitive area for 15 minutes? 
Would anyone come save her? 

The first ants had climbed up her legs and onto her short jeans skirt.
They weren't biting yet, but how much time did she have....