Damsel in Dick-Stress
This started off as a funny conversation between me and Fruitz. I pitched the idea of a superhero's damsel-in-distress having a peril kink, and they both recruit a supervillain to play out this fantasy to assist in their love life. Fruitz is the one who came up with the protagonist's name: Adam Zell.
This somehow led to me including tentacle play in this story, somehow. I hope you enjoy!
“He’s coming.”
My trembling limbs squirmed in the restraints. As did the growing erection between my tied knees. Blindfolded and husky tail trying to swish wildly against the tight, abrasive ropes around it and my arms, I sat in darkness on a rickety chair. Wherever we were, it smelled like a damp basement, with a hint of grease and oil wafting in the air.
Somewhere outside, we could hear a sonic boom. A familiar, raspy voice cackled excitedly as he typed rapidly at a large keyboard I couldn’t see.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I nodded with nervous enthusiasm. “Yes.”
Being a Siberian husky, it was hard to hide my excitement. My tail refused to quit wagging and my attempt at being intimidated only went so far. Then again, given the long history between me, my captor, and my eventual savior, we always somehow managed to be casually vulnerable around each other.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna back out of this?” he asked. “I won’t judge you…Okay, I’ll still judge you a little, but I won’t tell the press. Or the other heroes and villains. Or even acknowledge this whole shindig even happened.”
“Are you of all people suddenly concerned about my well-being?” I let out a squirming laugh. “What about all the other times you kidnapped me?”
“Those other times didn’t include a quid pro quo,” my captor reminded me.
“Do you actually care about my well-being?” I asked after a moment, a little curious. “At least, beyond how the world expects us to?”
“Yes. No. Maybe?” he let out a frustrated sigh. “Let’s just say that I’m not a good guy, but I’m not a fucking monster. Besides, I’m not the perv, heh.” He chuckled, and I felt thankful for the blindfold hiding my blush. “You and your boyfriend were the ones who proposed this whole ridiculous thing, remember? I’m just following along because of our deal. Anyway, you didn’t answer my question: are you still fine with going forward? Yes, or no?”
“I’m good,” came my swift reply. Once again, despite the mood we were trying to reach for, my curled tail couldn’t stop wagging. “We’ve gone this far already. Plus, he’s already on his way.”
“Good,” my captor said. “And remember the safe word—”
A crashing noise caught our attention. My captor didn’t pull off the blindfold, but I could picture it. In a cloud of dust and asbestos, a muscular figure emerged from the shadows, revealing a muscular feline in bright red and blue spandex. The strength of the fabric somehow managed to cover his bodybuilder’s frame without ripping away each time he flexed his pectoral muscles. A real shame that I didn’t have much of an attraction for the masked empty-headed jock type of superheroes, but he was an exception. Mostly because of how sweet he could be.
“Wonder Cat!” My captor slipped into his villainous persona, letting out a maddening and amused laugh. “How wonderful for you to join us!”
“Wonder Cat, you’re here?” I slipped into my damsel role too, but didn’t ham it up like the mad doctor did.
“Doctor Cyberwolf!” my hero’s deep voice echoed around the abandoned location. I could hear familiar excitement, with a hint of horny confusion, in the way he boasted out our script. “I always knew you were a cowardly villain, but to kidnap my own boyfriend!? You cross lines I didn’t know you could! Release Adam now, and I’ll bring you back to prison with your ribs still intact!”
Doctor Cyberwolf tsked. “I don’t think so, Wonder Cat!”
I heard him pull a lever, and suddenly, something dropped sharply from the ceiling. It struck the concrete ground with a loud impact. As if to make me feel even more helpless, which did do the trick, I suddenly felt my blindfold being loosened, and I gasped at the situation. My hero in patriotic spandex stood within a glass sphere that had crashed down from the ceiling. On any normal day, Wonder Cat would be more than capable of easily smashing through the feeble barrier. He didn’t do that, however, even with his immense strength and powerful durability.
Instead, the masked, muscular feline lightly punched the glass sphere without breaking it.
“Let me out of this, Cyberwolf!” he hissed with furrowed brows. “Let Adam go!”
“Personally, I always found a wall of spinning sawblades or laser torches to be irreversibly clichéd.” The lab-coated white wolf excitedly waltzed between me and his villainous machines. I continued feebly struggling from my binds in the rickety old chair. “Too many mad scientists out there especially love laser torches in their death traps. There is no variety anymore, no originality. At least, nothing that goes beyond simple lasers and blades. It’s a shame! The point of being a scientist is to discover new things that other mammals didn’t think about.” The mad doctor flashed me a fanged grin. “So, I thought I would have our dear Mr. Adam Zell be the test subject for my newest experiments!”
Suddenly, from the bowels of one such mechanical contraption, dozens of metallic tentacles thrusted out, menacingly approaching me. I squirmed faster, panicking, and sporting a massive erection in my shorts as I felt those limbs clothed around my ankles.
“Save me, Wonder Cat! Save me!” I whimpered aloud.
Wonder Cat hissed louder as he feebly struck the glass sphere. Doctor Cyberwolf cackled as the tentacles slithered over me, then emitted a gelatinous goo that melted the binds holding me to the chair. Plus, the chair itself, and my clothing too. I knelt naked on the cold floor, shivering and acting scared as two tentacles each grasped my wrists. They hauled me to my trembling feet, then off the ground, and my weightless legs kicked at empty air as I hung suspended, naked, afraid…and incredibly horny.
Like, stupidly horny. Not since I first discovered my two secret kinks had my husky cock throbbed so much, leaking pre down my rigid shaft and onto the concrete floor below. All while the two tentacles held me aloft and the other mechanical appendages waved below me like dangerous flames on a bonfire. I began to descend.
“Wonder Cat!” I wailed helplessly. “Save me!”
Whatever my boyfriend or his evil arch-nemesis said next became background noise. I squirmed and writhed, feeling the tentacles—somehow metallic yet warm—slowly creep up my toes and then my ankles. I tried kicking away, to no avail. I pulled, I tugged, jerked my exposed body in every direction. I could not get free. All he could do was be helplessly elevated as more of the tentacles spread their lubricating liquid all over my fur, destroying the rest of my remaining clothes.
Reminder to send Doc Cyberwolf the receipts later today, I thought.
And my cock? It pulsed, it throbbed, it leaked down all eight inches, dripping down my ballsack and to the ground. The sensation of the mechanical molesters made my tail wag like a wild fan, and my toes curl tight enough until I could do nothing but moan and whimper. Finally, something happened. The slick, groping appendages did more than simply grasp my arms and legs like biomechanical vices. Two of them firmly wrapped around both ankles, beginning to spread them open wider, almost encouragingly.
A wayward tentacle suddenly brushed up against my lips. I let out a shutter of delight, suddenly opening both jaws wide. It tasted like musky rubber, yet felt as soft as a realistic dildo, despite its metallic surface. The dexterous limb slithered inside until the pulsing warmth tickled the back of my throat, then retracted slightly when another probed between my legs. I could feel my cock leaking gallons. I euphorically wondered if I would reach my climax when—
“Alright, my turn! ‘Superstitious and cowardly lot’!”
The moment that Wonder Cat bellowed the safe word, Doctor Cyberwolf hurriedly pressed a few buttons. The glass sphere ascended. The tentacles retracted from around me, but not before gently placing me on the ground. My boyfriend rushed over faster than a speeding bullet, pulling me up into a kiss I eagerly returned.
He pulled away to whisper, “I love you so much, Adam. Did you like that?”
“I sure did, Wondie,” I giggled with the world’s goofiest grin. “Take me!”
“Oh, no, no, no,” Doctor Cyberwolf snarled. “Neither of you are having sex in my lab! I already let you two play out this fantasy long enough. Go find a rooftop to fuck on!”
“We will,” Wonder Cat laughed, purring into my neck. “Thanks for the help, Doc.”
The villainous wolf snorted. “Whatever. Just remember our deal. I help you with your boyfriend’s weird tentacle peril kink, and you convince Venus Vixen to go out on a date with me.”
“Can do!” he beamed, then purred into my neck. “Now, if you’ll excuse us…”
In a flash, Wonder Cat flew us out of the Cyber-Lair, out into the sky.
The view of the cityscape was still spectacular, but not as much as the previous few minutes, or the next several that would occur once my superhero boyfriend stripped out of his spandex uniform. Already, my cock refused to stop leaking, even as he flew me naked to the nearest tall rooftop. Conveniently, somebody left a picnic blanket along with condoms and a thick bottle of lube.
Minutes later, and anybody near the top floors could hear me crying out, “Ooooooooh, Wonder Cat!”