I'm here to get you out of this

6:05 pm

He sits down on the bed beside you. "I'm here to get you out of this. Normal solvents and pulling won't work on these bonds."

"Watch me."

You get to work twisting, stretching and gyrating your hands.

6:12 pm

The goop on your hands is now up to your elbows and still holding fast.

"You should let me help you before it starts eating your flesh."

"What!?"

"It's not rubber, it's an alien life form; Tricky Trixie stole it when she left Quantico. There's a reward for returning it."

"HOW DO YOU KNOW ALL THIS?"

"How about we get this thing off you and then talk. But you have to trust me."

"How can I trust you if you won't tell me anything?"

"In this case, it's necessary. I'm going to use my power to get you free, but you'll have to wear this." He takes one of those sleeping-on-the-plane eye covers out of his pocket.

"Why do I have to wear that; can't you just take off my glasses?"

"I will be, but my power doesn't work when someone's watching. Even people with severe myopia."

He reaches up to your face and takes your glasses off; you hear the click where he sets them on your bedside table, but everything is a total blur. He fits the cloth over your eyes and loops the elastic behind your head. Everything has gone black, but for once you're not ****.

"What are you going to do, Professor?"

His lips meet yours. It figures. And then it gets weird.

First of all, you can talk, even though your lips are busy. Second of all, in addition to kissing your lips he's sucking your nipples and teasing your clit with his tongue and licking your cleavage despite the fact that CUNT-Ball is still there. His hands are caressing your sides and your back and tracing on your cheeks and tugging gently at your nipples and squeezing your ass and tickling your toes and feeling everywhere all at once. Your hands are trapped and you're holding the sides of his face and dragging your sharp fingernails across his back and plumping up your breasts and fingering yourself, also all at once. You taste his cock in your mouth and feel it sliding against your mound and up your ass-crack, again at the same time. It feels like there are a thousand of you and a thousand of him exploring each other's bodies and savoring each delicate moment of passion. You're standing up and lying down with him on top and you on top and leaning with your back to the wall or with your hands on it getting touched from behind. Somewhere in the process he's entered you and you feel yourself being stretched and comfortably fit at the same time your tongue is fondling his balls and his cock is down your throat. Warm liquid enters your ass with a warm slippery feeling as your orgasm hits and he takes it in his mouth and it seeps onto his pubies and he shoots jizz between your breasts and into your soft screaming cunny. A second orgasm seizes you almost immediately, then another and another and you totally lose track of everything...

You're lying on top of him, limbs twined together, when he takes the blindfold off and hands you your glasses. As you put them on he's kneading your back. Your mind is absolutely blown and you collapse so his face is buried between your breasts. CUNT-Ball speaks from its normal position inside your tunnel.

The time is now 6:48.

7:13 pm

Your body is totally limp from the heavenly massage Professor Edmond has been giving you for the past half hour or so.

"That feels so nice. You have such skilled hands; can you massage me forever?"

He chuckles and finishes with a tender embrace. "I'm afraid not. I have to review my lesson plans for next week."

"You also have to tell me how you did that and why the sex felt so good and so confusing."

"I'll answer that with a question. Have you ever heard of Quantum?"

"No."

"It's not surprising. He was a hero around the turn of the millennium, but he went on precisely one mission before dropping out of the public eye."

"Why'd he do that?"

"****."

"Oh; that guy again. What did **** do to him, or I guess to you."

"To me, yes. I rescued a girl from kidnappers, and one thing led to another. I was eighteen at the time."

"So what was the problem."

"She looked sixteen, which would have been okay if she hadn't actually been three years younger than that. I let hormones and inexperience get the better of me, and **** found out. He gave me two options: hang up the tights or get a cell next to Bopso."

For some reason you don't feel as offended by his indiscretion as you're certain you should be. Instead you distract yourself with another question.

"So what IS your power?"

"I have quantum superposition. I can be in dozens or hundreds of places at once, so long as I'm not being observed. When I'm observed the waveform collapses and it's back to just the one of me. I get some choice as to which energy state it collapses to. After we... you know... I chose one where you weren't restrained."

"So you didn't actually have to have sex with me."

"I couldn't think of anything else that would so totally distract you from your situation that your subconscious wouldn't pull you back into being restrained by the creature."

"Well, that was distracting. But what was weird is that it was all gentle sex; no rough stuff."

"I don't do rough stuff. Speaking of which, would you like to not do rough stuff again?"

You giggle. "I thought you'd never ask."