The Queen Springs Her Trap

”I-indeed, I guess I’m quite a catch, huh? Almost as good a prize, as you!” She yanked a hidden lever. I failed to notice that my feet were surrounded by rope. In a split second they snared my ankles and pulled me up.

I hung upside down the wooden beam like a stunned mullet. My handcuffs and purse fell to the ground below me. Before I could regain my senses she grabbed something from her own sack, stuck it in my legs and then slapped my hands into it. I realized with dismay that my arms were now stuck to my thighs.

She approached me, I tried to head-butt her but she merely stepped aside. Despite my best efforts I was pretty much at her mercy.

“I can’t believe you fell for that. Out of all my traps this was the one I least expected to work.”

“Yeah, sure. You telling me you planned to capture me? You barely escaped by dumb luck.”

“You are right, that chase cut closer than I hoped. I did not anticipate losing my swimsuit either. Oh well, that’s the dangers, and the fun, of having a rival. But make no mistake, one way or another you would have ended up hanging in there.” She stepped behind me. I could not see what she was doing.

“Rival? The hell are you talking about. I’m not your-HEY!? What are you doing!?” The straps that held my swimsuit were cut away. The garment fell to the floor, leaving me as nude as the Queen. Unlike her however, I couldn’t do anything about it.

“You also shave down there! Or maybe you knew that you were going to get stripped and decided to groom before coming to our showdown?”

I refused to dignify that with a response. She clutched the remains of my swimsuit, looking at them longingly. “Well, it’s not like it would have fitted me anyway, considering how… well-endowed you are.” She threw it away into the ocean. She then turned her attention to the hooked fishes. One by one she untied and released them into the water. The whole time she had one of her hands over either her breasts, butt or crotch, depending on what part of her body I could see. A small part of me wished that I could cover like her, but honestly, I was more mad than embarrassed at the time.

I launched pretty much every insult I knew her way. She calmly stepped in front of me. Angrier than ever I renewed my efforts to head-butt her, but she grabbed my head with one hand and pulled out a tube of lipstick with the other.

“Now, we just need to get you all proper for the show.” She forcefully ran the lipstick all over my lips. When she was done I found myself unable to separate them.

“Super glue lipstick, the latest in fashion to shut up your opponents.” She winked. “Custom made by yours truly. Same formula that glued your hands.”

“HMPFH!” I exclaimed, unable to form words.

“Don’t worry, it’s not permanent. Though I haven’t properly tested it yet. Would you mind telling me how long it lasted when you return to your computer? I assume you know my web address by now.”