Watch (seductress)

Even though you want to jump right in to try and save Amy, you know that the only likely outcome of that is not good, especially when you can’t help but notice how easily Amanda seems to overpower Amy. Yet as you look around you can’t help but notice the quiet settling over the school as everyone enters their classes, meaning it’s up to you to save Amy. Waiting for an opportunity you watch as Amanda seems to be well versed in rope tying, easily binding Amy’s hands tightly together with rope before forcing a gag around her mouth. Making sure you’re well hidden so you have the element of surprise, you watch from one of the doorways as Amanda slowly pulls up a pair of scissors before moving to Amy’s shirt. You can hear her saying something to Amy, but she’s almost more growling it than anything making it hard to understand. Deciding it’s now or never you walk out of your hiding place, putting your plan into motion.

“Hey! What are you doing! Mrs. Mildred come quickly!” Hearing you yell Mrs. Mildred’s name Amanda looks up and straight at you, a mixture of fear and anger on her face, before grabbing her stuff and running down the opposite end of the hallway, leaving just you and Amy. Walking up to the bound girl you slowly crouch down next to her, admiring her body. Even though you had stopped Amanda from cutting too much, she had still managed to start cutting the top of Amy’s shirt, leaving her with a lot more cleavage showing than earlier.

As Amy looks up at you, gratefulness written all over her face for your help, you let your eyes slowly wonder all over her body openly before returning back to her face. Amy stares at you now beet-red, seeming to both like and dislike your obvious attention. Leaning in close you slowly brush her hair behind her ear, before whispering “normally when a damsel is saved, there’s a reward for the hero…” your other hand moves to rest right below Amy’s breasts, applying a light pressure to her chest. “I think that as your hero, I deserve that reward, don’t you?” You ask before giving her ear a gentle kiss, trailing kisses all the way around to just under her jaw before you pull back to see her response.

Amy lays there with her eyes closed, a look of ecstasy on her face. As she feels you pull away a whimper escapes her, followed by a look of embarrassment as she stares at you, her face a mixture of **** lust but also nervousness. “Now now, I’m not asking for to much for my reward…” you say with a small smirk as your hand begins to trail upward, slinking between her breasts before finding her skin through the part of her shirt that was cut. “But before I get my reward I think we need to do some about your shirt.”

As you look at her shirt you admire the extra cleavage it now reveals, but give a small frown as you look at that ugly line that Amanda cut into it, making it obvious something happened. Picking up the scissors, you suddenly begin cutting her shirt again, being careful to pull it taunt to try and make it at least less obvious it wasn’t part of the design as you add your alterations. Glancing up you see Andy vigorously shaking her head back and forth, **** to stop you.

“Shh, my little minx. Don’t worry; this’ll help I promise.” You say with a smirk before leaning in close and pressing a kiss to her lips just above the gag. Pulling back you then finish with her shirt as Amy lays there, seeming stunned and flustered by the kiss. You then admire your handiwork; her once ruined shirt now proudly supporting a deep V-cut that, to those who wouldn’t know any better, could possibly belong there.

You then begin to remove Amy’s gag, but still leave the ropes as you lean close to her. “Now, about my reward…” The sultry look you give Amy sets her face on fire once more, and as you place your hand on her chest you can’t feel her heart beating a thousand times a second. Your then caught off guard, and you can’t help but think she was to, when Amy suddenly lifts her head quickly and presses her lips to yours, only grazing them at first but when your hand not on her chest slips behind Amy’s head she deepens the kiss. As your tongue invades her mouth you let your hand on her chest slip into the now large opening of her shirt and find her breast, staying over her bra you struggle to provide attention to both her mouth and chest as you feel yourself become **** for more like Amy. _Well, maybe not quite as **** as her_ you can’t help but think as Amy’s hips begin to buck up, looking for something that’s not there. Pulling away, you look into her lustful eyes with a grin, before returning both hands to the rope and working it off of her as fast as you can, which is nowhere near as fast as Amanda put it on.

“I want you to come to my dorm at tonight, be there by five.” You say to Amy, your tone making it clear there’s no request or question about it. Letting out a whimper Amy nods her head, her eyes still glazed over with lust as you grab your things and make your way to class; struggling to clear your head and stop thinking about her breasts, her lips, the way her- _this is going be a long day_.