The Critic
A Detective Chronicles Story By Mad Max - Photo By The KidnapHer

The Critic was always on the lookout for beautiful women who could fit his fantasy of re-shooting great
bondage scenes from the movies--- the way he wished they had been shot from the start! So it was no
surprise his attention was caught by the pretty waitress at the coffee shop, Crissy. While he was having the
 set built to his specifications, the millionaire studied the schedule and habits of his unsuspecting “star”.

Finally the time was right; Crissy was due to take some time off from work and go back
home to the Midwest, where she hoped to surprise her family. But since she hadn’t told them
of her plans, no one was expecting her there--- and no one would miss her back in the city.
The weekend was shaping up to be a surprise, alright.

On her.

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She had just locked up her apartment when The Critic came silently up behind her and
pressed a gun against her temple. Crissy had no choice but to go with him to the service elevator,
where she was told to strip off all her clothes. Fearing the worst but in a helpless situation, she
could only hope that someone would come along, but her prayers went unanswered. Soon
she found herself nude and bound, with ropes harnessing her ample breasts and her wrists tied
behind her and fastened to a crotch rope. The Critic forced her into a laundry cart and when the
elevator doors opened, Crissy found herself on a trip to the lair of the eccentric tycoon.

Once they arrived, the struggling beauty finally learned of her impending fate.
The Critic told her how much she reminded him of Jessica Alba, and about his
dream of seeing “Idle Hands” done right--- whatever that meant.

She was untied and given a nice dress, suitable for a prom. Her hair was done up and a
professional did her makeup. “You look amazing” her bizarre captor told her. But since she
had never seen the movie (few have!) she had no idea what was coming when she was led
into what looked like a high school auto shop. She was powerless to resist as The
Critic’s henchmen carried her to the car on the lift and strapped her onto the roof. Above
her the ceiling was painted with weird Satanic symbols--- what did he plan to do to her?

“Here’s what happened in the climatic scene, my dear” The Critic explained.
“Jessica has been lashed to this car and the demonic possessed hand is about to
send her to be squashed on the roof. Her boyfriend rushes in and tries to free her,
but instead simply rips off her dress, like so!”

And with that, her captor violently ripped the clothes off her lush body! “The difference in the
scene is that Miss Alba had on panties--- and to keep the movie rated PG, the top of her dress
conveniently wasn’t ripped away. You, my dear, don’t have those advantages” he leered.

It was true, Crissy was again as naked as the day she was born. “Oh, and the other difference---
there is no boyfriend here to stop the car lift”. The Critic positively cackled as he threw the
switch and the car began to rise slowly towards the ceiling. Crissy struggled mightily, her nude form
straining against the red ropes that held her, but she couldn’t get free. The ceiling loomed closer,
closer… and all seemed lost as her boobs made contact with the cold surface. Crissy tried to move,
but now the pressure on her body was beginning to make it hard to breathe. Could this be the end?

Just as the helpless heroine was about to give up, the lift stopped. “Keep on struggling” the
villain told her, his voice strangely quiet. Crissy had no problem with complying, and after a
few minutes she heard her captor groan in release. She was so relieved to find the lift
descending that she didn’t reflect until later about what he had been doing--- but by then
she was back on the road to her hometown, the check for half a million and her signed
waiver to never mention this episode on the seat beside her. Turned out everybody won this time…