The Director Strikes Back

As she woke, blinking her eyes to try and clear her vision, all Glory Gal could see was total adrkness. For a moment she paniced, worrying that her sight had been taken from her by the chemicals, but as her mind cleared she realised that she was simply blindfolded.

Trying to raise her hand to removed whatever was covering her eyes Glory Gal found she couldn't. Something else was tying her down and after a few moments struggling she realised that she was bound tightly, flat out against something soft with her limbs spreadeagled. Tugging roughly she tried to break free from the bonds, but even her strength didn't seem enough to escape from them.

"Looks like our prize is finally awake." A familiar voice said. The lght flared, blindingly bright after the darkness of the blindfold, and it took several seconds for Glory Gal to finally focus on the figure standing over her.

The first thing she noticed was the camera lens, whirring and clicking as it moved down her body, capturing every detail. A moment later she saw the face of the director, half hidden behind the viewfinder as he leered down at her.

"Let me go, you bastard!" She screamed, fighting against her bonds.

"I would watch that language if I were you Glory Gal, this is a live feed and we wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea about you." Around the room several other people snickered. At first Glory Gal didn't get the joke, but as the director reached out and gently ran his fingers down her body she fond herself overcome by the sensation.

"It feels good, doesn't it Glory Slut?" The driector said, leaning closer. "Those chemicals we hit you with had a built-in aphrodisiac which should make you far more receptive to our wishes. Well, your body at least."

Grasping her nipple between his fingers the director gave the little bud a quick squeeze. Glory Gal gasped loudly, shocked at how good it felt, and at the same time shamed by how quickly her body had betrayed her.