His hero fantasy

The latex clad blonde struts back in and walks up to you. She is carrying a black leather bound briefcase. “Let’s get you changed for the next scene, shall we.” She sets down the case and thumbs the latches open. She tosses you a large white towel. “Dry yourself off please, the next scene request is dry. You do as you are told but are taken aback as all your hair falls out when you wipe off your head.

“What?”

“Here you are.” She hands you long flowing blonde hair styled in thin dreadlocks with beads on many strands. You don’t put it on like a wig exactly, more it climbs up you and becomes your hair. She helps you out of your shoes and socks, paints your nails black then your fingernails, then applies black lipstick and adds a lot of eye makeup, smiling she then takes a pink ball gag and straps it on you, filling your mouth. “Lovely.”

“Mmh?” You ask.

“Perfect.” He says.

“Your foot.” She says and you hold it out. She helps you step into a pair of thigh high grey fluffy warm stockings and dirty hiking boots. As you do you begin to notice colorful leaves falling around you. She walks you up to a tree, binds your hands with rope, and lifts you up till you are hanging off the ground. Your heart begins to beat faster and you scream into the gag. “Shh. Not till the scene is set silly.” She pulls a white strapless flowing dress up your body that once she has zipped up in back you can’t help but notice your breasts are easily C cups. Somewhere a chainsaw starts rumbling and someone is revving the motor.

She walks away and with every step the light level lowers and the world shifts till you re in a forest looking at a blood spattered campsite. You scream into the gag as the disembodied voice yells, “Action.”

A madman in standard crazy mountain man attire walks into view and tosses an arm at your feet. “Sorry Mary won’t be making it to dinner.” He revs the chainsaw and approaches. “Now let’s see what your made of.” He points the saw at your stomach and pushes it forward till it bites into your flowing dress. To the surprise of both of you the white fabric tears away rather quickly and binds up into the chainsaw till with a hiss and a sputter the saw stops running. You glance down and see you are wearing a blue bikini you clearly never put on. “Damn it.” He cusses and starts trying to get the dress bits out of the saw.

“Step away from the girl.” A manly voice demands and hero music starts playing somewhere. In steps the man you’ve been fucking.

“Who are you?” The killer asks, as if it would matter to him.

“I’m Carl mother fucking Walters.” The music hits a crescendo. “You’re under arrest.”

“I don’t...” The bad guy starts to say but is cut off with a pair of shots to each eye.

Carl blows the pillowing smoke from his gun barrel and says, “Lights out.”

He walks up to you and pulls the gag out of your mouth, “What the hell is this?” You demand.

A guitar riff fills the air, “I’m your hero baby.” He pulls out a knife. “I’ll cut you down.” He presses his manly body against you as he cuts the rope above you. “Say it.” He whispers.

A line flows into your head, you groan, “You’re my hero.” He locks lips with yours and your still tied together hands slide down to his shoulders. He holds you aloft effortlessly. Another line slides into your head, “I want you inside me.”

“I’m gonna fuck you on the hood of my Mustang.” He carries you over to an old but immaculate dark blue mustang and sets you on the hood. You slide down till your legs hang off the edge. He grabs your pussy. “Ooo, you’re all wet.”

“You’re the best fuck ever.” You say the scripted line, even though he hasn’t even started yet. He yanks off your bikini bottom ripping it. “So strong.” He slams his cock inside of your tight little pussy. It squeezes him, he grabs your tits, pumps twice and blows his load in you. “My hero. I had the best orgasm ever.” As if.

“I guess you can lick it clean.” He pulls out and let’s go of you. You lap at his cock like you were eating an ice cream cone. It is rather weird but something tells you it is what he wants so you go with it. Eventually you look up and see he is drinking a beer.

You spot the familiar computer sitting on a stump.