Caught again!

David and the mysterious woman moved slowly, her weight rolling on his loins as she rode above him, heavily, slowly. Caught by the nymphs' spell, they were full of desire, but had barely the will to move. David's finger brushed her smooth inner thigh, and traced upward, so slowly. He felt wetness. Closer, closer...

The arc lights in the roof high above flickered. Harsh sirens wailed, echoing off the vast walls and pillars. The nymphs scattered. The couples, groups, and others broke up and scurried for shelter. But David and his companion only noticed vaguely. They were still caught, still seeking release.

A bright spotlight pinned David and the girl, breaking their trance. But before they could flee, there was a dull metallic percussion, a whooshing of glittering strands, and a heavy net fell on them. Something in the net sapped David's strength, or his will. He could barely struggle. His finger had found the woman's clit, too late, too late now.

Silhouetted by the spotlight, a tall figure in a long coat advanced with an uneven gait. As it neared, David could hear one foot hitting the ground with a heavy thump, while the other seemed to be a normal tread. He quivered with fear, but his cock didn't seem to notice. It still throbbed in his companion's hot, wet opening as she sat atop him. Nor did she lose her arousal. David could feel her juices oozing down his balls, and her muscles squeezed him, gently.

Laughter came from the dark figure, a low, raspy masculine sound. "Well, if old Vulcan hasn't caught himself Venus and Mars in flagrante delicto again," he said. He stooped to squint through the net. David couldn't quite make out his face. "Hmmm, you seem not to have quite consummated the act." He chuckled. "Perhaps we should do something about that."

Who is that? What can we do? thought David. He looked to the girl, her face obscured by the mesh.

She turned her head round slowly, resisted by the mesh. When she could see their captor, she gasped.