Christina Carter Is The Undercover Reporter
A Detective Chronicles Story By Mad Max - Photo By The KidnapHer

Christina Carter smiled nervously as she sipped the drink Richard Vollin had given her. As an undercover reporter,
she had worked her way into his nightclub, searching for information on rumors of disappearing young beauties
sold into slavery overseas. But she had never expected he would invite her back to his house this quickly---
and she wasn't sure anyone from the Planet knew where she was!

"Oooh, this is tasty" she said, "but it's... making me...sleepy..."

When she awoke, Christina struggled to clear her head--- and soon found herself physically struggling with unexpected
bondage! Her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles had been tightly tied with white rope, and it was hard to get any leverage
on the soft sofa. Vollin was no where to be seen, so the half-drugged reporter struggled to get to her feet.
Maybe she could hop away before he returned...

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"Going someplace, Reporter?" the voice of her tormentor boomed. "I had my suspicions about you, so I made
some calls to friends in the media. I know who you are, so let's make sure you're not going anywhere."

Vollin grabbed the pretty reporter and forced a big red ball between her red lips and fastened the strap behind her
head. He wrapped more and more rope around her body as she futilely twisted and struggled to escape, crossing the
bondage between her full breasts. Christina strained and panted as she tested the unforgiving knots that held her tight.
"Let's see if you're hiding any bugs", Vollin sneered as he cut off her tight tee and jeans.
Soon the trembling reporter was down to her bra and panties.

OK, Christina, now for the fun part". Vollin untied Christina's chest harness, then the ropes that had lashed
her wrists and elbows together, but with her legs securely bound there was still no hope for escape. "Strip! Bra
and panties off!!" the villain commanded, and Chistina had no choice but to comply. She noticed his eyes widen
as her lovely body was totally exposed, but any hope for mercy vanished as he replaced the ropes around her
arms and bosom--- tighter than ever, if that was possible. Vollin examined the white brassiere carefully and
Christina sobbed as he found the electronic listening device. Now he knew for sure---
and there was little chance he'd set her free!

The naked body of the lucious reporter jiggled as she was forced across the floor to a large bed.
Vollin picked her up and dumped her on the bed, wrapping a cold chain around her neck. He undid
the ballgag and demanded "Tell me how much they know, and I'll make your death quick!"

"You'll never get away with this! Let me go, let me go!!" the plucky reporter replied.

Disgusted, Vollin jammed her mouth with a cloth and taped it shut. He untied her legs, only to spread
them wide and lash them to the bedposts. "Let me show you what you've chosen by not talking" Vollin
sneered. He pushed a button behind a hidden console, and a section of the ceiling rolled back---exposing row
upon row of sharp 6 " spikes. Another button pushed led to the bank of spikes dropping down from the ceiling.

"This is set to drop down, a foot at a time, every 2 minutes. That gives you, let's say, 15 minutes or so
to anticipate the last drop--- when those beauties are going to make you a very messy meddler!! Good bye,
Miss Carter, such a shame your fine young form is going to go to waste!" And with that, Vollin left Christina to her doom...

CLICK! The bed of spikes dropped and Christina's body arched with desperation. Her long slender legs kicked
against the ropes that bound her ankles, but she couldn't get any give. Her lush torso squirmed and twisted,
breasts heaving, but she found no slack. The chain around her neck wasn't tight enough to choke her,
but clearly wasnt comng loose. Was there no hope?

CLICK! Another foot lower, the deadly spikes approached the struggling beauty. Her only hope was to get a
foot free and try to hold up the approaching doom--- but even if she got an ankle free, would that be enough?

CLICK! Christina's body was covered in sweat, her lovely curves straining helplessly... should she just give up
and accept her fate? What was that? Shouting, shots fired.. was rescue on the way?
Would they know where to find her? Christina screamed thru her gag... 

CLICK! The sound of possible rescue made the desperate beauty re-double her efforts--- and the sweat
glistening on her body gave her the chance! Her right ankle was slipping free of the rope around it!
Christina's chest heaved as she pulled, and pulled--- and pulled her leg free!  She just had time to bring her knee up when....

CLICK! Christina gasped thru her gag at the pressure--- but her leg was holding, the cruel spikes didn't get
any lower. The writhing reporter knew she couldn't hold up the weight forever, but if the cops found the room in time...

"Good Lord" the policeman exclaimed as he burst into the room. Christina's eyes went right to the control
panel, showing the cop where to find the button that reversed the deadly fall of spikes. Christina had been saved!!

The End