In a Chair

You wake up in a sitting position. You attempt to stand, and realize your arms and legs are expertly ties to the chair.

A melodic voice whispers. “Wake up sleepy head.”

You focus your vision. The woman before you must be an angel. her breasts are perfect half melons that sit high on her chest yet look real. Her waist is thin, yet her ass rounds out to feminine perfection. Her face is gorgeous. Full cherry red lips beckon you and her hair cascades like a waterfall of fire.

“Hello, Nick.” She purrs.

“Hello.” You reply groggily.

She grins. “Nick, I’m going to need a little favor from you. I promise, do it, and you’ll be well rewarded.”

She kisses you. It is full of passion and the promise of pleasure. Your cock swells.

“You helped a couple of important assets escape and I want your help getting them back.”

Carrie! You realize she is talking about Carrie. You thank god they escaped.

“Nick, you are going to call Carrie and let her know you’ve been captured. Get her back with Cassandra and I promise you power, immortality, and of course me.”

She poses sexily. Her every move promises pleasure. You want her. You need her.

“Of course, if you aren’t willing to help, that’s why I brought Christa.”

A woman steps out of the shadows. As she comes into view you revise that. She is a demon.

She is as voluptuous as Lilah, but dressed in all black leather. Her features, however, are demonic. Fangs protrude from thin cruel lips. Two inch horns sit high upon her forehead. A spaded tail flicks behind her. Her skin is human looking, but covered with tattoos of sex and ****. Her nose and eyebrows are pierced and you suspect she has more hidden under her clothes. She holds a viscous looking whip.

“So Nick, you are going to call Carrie and let her know if she doesn’t come back, we’re going to **** you to ****.”

She caresses your cheek. “Help me willingly and I promise you’ll love what I have to offer.”

She dips giving you a perfect view of her supernatural cleavage.

You could help her, play along, or refuse.