<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/Medieval_cloak_wool_03.jpg)</div><strong>Ropes</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1COUSCOm6Sn1CQv1SHsQ4bw69uUFyFq6-8BjXLs0xn_I/edit)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>American Star, Ghost, Lab Techs, Zap<br/><br/>Rather than surender his, "hostage," Ropes looked at american star and gave a wicked chuckle.  More of his power stormed surged into the chord that had brought her down.  it writhed and coiled all around the heroien.  It enricled--not only her ankles and wrists--but her breasts, in a cunnign knot that held three loops around each breast at just the right tightness tob e delciious--and to make her perky globes even more beaitufuly displayed.  Another coil of chord also slipped between Star's creamy inner thighs, running up under her skirt but not movign aside her panties...<br/><br/>The hooded figure gave an ominous chuckle as he watched.  His free hand slid under the “janitor” girl's overalls.  His thumb flicked down her nipple, then he cupped and lifted her breast.<br/><br/>“American Star,” he said in a deep voice, dripping with smug superiority.  “I didn't think you'd fall so easily into my clutches.<br/><br/>“Unfortunately my hands seem to be busy elsewhere right now.”  He squeezed rhythmically at Zap's breast.  “But fear not, you'll have your turn.”<br/><br/>Ropes held Star's eyes as he gave his “hostage's” earlobe a sensual nibble.  His lips grazed the line of Zap's ear as he spoke to her alone.  “Let's leave a gift for the police.  Send Star's costume downstairs—all but the panties.  Then we can take her to the van.  When we're threw here, we can have some fun with her together.”