Spandex Kid vs. Spider Vixen

Once more, The Spandex Kid was out driving late at night listening to his scanner and prowling for an adventure. Even though he had no innate superpowers, he identified with superheros such as Batman, Robin, Superman, and The Flash and even dressed the part every night he was out.

Tonight, he wore a red, long-sleeved spandex unitard that covered him from neck to toe; black briefs for a touch of modesty; black spandex opera gloves; black neoprene boots; and a black spandex hood which masked his entire head except for a ninja-like slit through which one could gaze into his blue eyes. No cape, however. He had seen ``The Incredibles'' and knew better.

He was a young guy, probably in his thirties. Mousy brown hair topped his average build. Kevin worked out as much as he could, but he didn't seem to have the frame which accumulated much upper body mass. He was pretty strong and had decent endurance and even took some martial arts classes which kept him pretty quick and aware of his balance. But even with his mildly above-average abilities, it's really hard to be a superhero if you're merely human. Mortality is a liability and, not only is Kevlar expensive, it's bulky. Being vulnerable wasn't Kevin's only problem. The typical call on the scanner wasn't something that would attract the attention of a superhero: They were domestic disputes, drunk drivers, speeders, and the like.

So the Spandex Kid kept driving around the suburbs listening to the scanner in hopes that something he could help out with would show up. Tonight seemed to be a repeat of the last month: a whole lot of nothing he could get involved in. As he started to drive towards home at 2:30~am, he heard an interesting call. Apparently some woman thought she had seen someone sneaking around her wooded lot. The address was given and wasn't too far from where he was. In fact, he drove past there frequently. Even better, it sounded like there were no units available for the next fifteen to twenty minutes.

The Spandex Kid figured that he could drive near the property, quietly exit the car and see if he could find any movement. If he was really lucky, it would be some teenager hoping to break in and steal some booze money. He was ready for that. If it was something bigger, he'd be able to sneak out and alert people with badges and guns. He really hoped it would be the former, although aiding the cops should it be something tougher would be fun, too.

It should have bothered him that he'd not heard that particular dispatcher's voice before. It should have bothered him that it wasn't on the standard Ball County sheriff's frequency. But it intrigued him that maybe, just maybe, he could be of use. Kevin got within a quarter-mile of the address, pulled his non-descript black Celica over and quietly exited the car. It was dark, but he was prepared and had brought his night-vision goggles. He checked to make sure his two pairs of handcuffs were ready as well as some other toys he kept on his belt. Silently, he thanked Batman and Robin for being human and giving him the ideas necessary to play this game himself.

The Spandex Kid crept along the embankment looking all over for signs of the trespasser. So far, nothing: no out-of-place footprints, no sounds of struggle, and no dropped items. Staying near the tree line, he entered the property. He kept his eye on the house itself as he circled it just in case the perpetrator was biding his time or fiddling with a window latch. The neoprene calf-high boots kept his footfalls quiet as the wind. He stood for a while surveying the house and the grounds, but nothing seemed out of place for 3:00~am on a weeknight.

Out of his utility belt he pulled his collapsible audio amplifier. He unfolded the eight-inch dish and stuck the earpiece into his ear. It was a cute little device he had constructed and, with it, he could hear a whisper at 100 feet. He slowly pivoted on his heel listening intently. The only sound he heard other than the nocturnal wildlife was a somewhat rhythmic tapping coming from the house. Quietly, he moved closer. As he rounded the corner of the house, he found the source of the noise: an unlatched screen door at the mercy of the wind.

Carefully, he crept up the stairs to the porch to take a closer look. Not only was the screen door unlatched, but the side door was wide open behind it. Kevin's heart raced. It was entirely possible that, given the nice night, the door was left open on purpose---although the unlatched screen door would probably have become annoying after a while. On the other hand, given the call on the scanner, a trespasser may have forced the door open and was inside robbing the house or harming the owner.

For a torturous few moments, he fought over a decision to compound his current status of trespassing with breaking and entering. The door did not look forced open. And the listening device unmasked no further noises inside. Kevin decided to chance it: If all were well, he could probably sneak in and out without alerting the woman who was probably sleeping by now. If all weren't well.... Well, that would be the fun part.

Catching the screen door as it blew open, The Spandex Kid stepped into the house and looked around. Not a single light was on so it was good that he had brought his night vision goggles. The audio amplifier made his own footfalls sound loud enough to wake the dead, but he was pretty sure that---to the unaided ear---they were silent. The living room and dining room were empty---as were the kitchen and lower level bathroom. He decided to go upstairs before looking in the basement. Walking up old stairs was a skill he had picked up from his own childhood. Although he weighed twice as much now as he did then, he could still climb the stairs without so much as a creak. Spreading one's weight over a number of risers and keeping the weight to the sides still worked 90% of the time.

As he peeked his head over the top riser, he saw the dark night sky through the upstairs bathroom window ahead of him. Quietly rising to his feet on the upper floor, he noticed nothing out of place along the bedroom hallway. Mentally flipping a coin, he turned left and found an empty den and second bedroom. Backtracking down the hall, he gently nudged open the door to the master bedroom. Inside, he saw the prone figure of a woman. She was wearing a silken nightdress---and she was securely bound and gagged. She was ensnared within a mass of neatly layered coils of rope.

Snugly bound behind her back, her wrists were secured together with one coil of rope while two or three other coils encircled her upper arms and shoulders locking her arms behind her back and keeping her from being able to wriggle free of the rope holding her wrists together. Another one or two ropes were cinched tightly around her upper body holding her arms down to her torso. Her legs were snugly bound together with coils around her thighs, above and below her knees, at her ankles, and even her feet were tied together! Her legs were held bent at the knee with more coils trapping her ankles as close to her thighs as was possible.

Around the captive's head, The Spandex Kid saw leather straps buckled tightly. Even though the woman's head was turned away from him, he was certain the straps held a gag securely in her mouth. This poor lady was hogtied so expertly that it reminded Kevin of someone who called herself the Spider Vixen. Over the year or so that Kevin was carefully choosing his battles, he had heard a number of calls over the scanner of people being found bound and gagged at their places of residence. Usually they were single, but sometimes couples and, once, a family of four were tied up tightly and gagged so well that they were not found until almost two days later after friends had decided to check in on them.

Newspapers had written short articles describing notes left on dressers that stated that no one was immune from bondage. That everyone would fall prey to her ropes and straps, tape and wrap. They were always signed "Spider Vixen." Rarely was there anything stolen or broken or even shifted out of place. The victims were typically bound so well that they could barely struggle. But they were never hurt. None were found with so much as a bruise upon them. And none of the victims had been able to describe their assailant. The string of a dozen or so bindings was perplexing and quite unsolved. Kevin wondered if he had stumbled into one of her escapades. If he had---and it was looking less and less like some alcoholic teenager's handiwork---he was starting to wonder if she was still in the house. He didn't know how he measured up to her---if it was a ``her.'' To be able to tie up a family of four without waking anyone up or getting caught....

The Spandex Kid decided to back out as quietly as he had arrived in case this Spider Vixen character was still nearby. If so, he could hardly afford to have this bound woman making noises and giving him away. He quietly made it back to the stairs, put his audio amplifier away, and carefully navigated the stairway so he could check the basement before alerting and helping the woman upstairs. Just before he reached the first floor landing, a hand holding a box shot in front of his face and FLASH! Kevin was blinded by the brightest flash he had ever seen which was amplified by his goggles. He stumbled down the remaining two stairs as he clawed at the goggles and removed them.

In the next second, his feet were pulled out from under him and he felt a coil of rope tighten around his ankles as he fell to the floor. His eyes still hurt from the flash but he managed to get his hands out in front of him to keep from planting his face into the carpeted floor. Blind, he would have to untangle his feet and deal with the "Spider Vixen." His legs were being held firmly as he felt the rope continue coiling tightly around his ankles. The problem was compounded when he felt someone else sit forcefully on his back. With his ankles tied together, his feet in the air, his stomach held to the floor, and his hands beneath him, he was about to turn and fight when something tight and stretchy wrapped around his face. The smell of latex filled his world. He couldn't breathe!

The Spandex Kid reached back to remove the rubber that sealed him off from air but a hand caught his left pinkie and pulled it back hard.

"If you would like to breathe again, Spandex Boy," a sultry voice said in his left ear, "put your hands behind your back. Now."

Kevin tried to think, but his lungs protested for air, he was blind with two assailants on him, and his pinkie hurt. He felt the final coil encircle his ankles and cinch them together tightly. Five hundred comic books with superheros tied up at the hands of super-villains and he hadn't planned for this. He dropped his head and placed his hands behind his back. Spider Vixen smiled and quickly bound this kid's wrists behind his back.

When she was certain the ropes were snugly wrapped around his wrists and the knots out of reach, she pulled out a small pair of scissors and snipped holes through the latex about where his nostrils would be. Kevin breathed deep, hindered by the small holes. Spider Vixen knew he was her prey now. She set upon the kid in spandex with a drive that wouldn't quit until he was fully immobilized. Kevin felt the ropes start coiling around his upper arms, binding them like the woman he had seen upstairs. He began to struggle. The next instant, he felt fingers plug the holes in his latex mask. He stopped struggling and the Spider Vixen resumed her work.

Soon the ropes were tightened so that Kevin's arms were pinned and he had no hope of being able to work his wrists out of the first coils of rope. With the help of her accomplice, Spider Vixen rolled the kid over onto his back and helped him sit up so that she could cinch ropes around his chest and arms further pinning them to his torso. Once she had secured those ropes, she felt safe enough to slow down a moment and catch her breath. She glanced at her watch---almost 4:00~am. Only an hour or so remained before twilight would illuminate the scene and make an unnoticed exit less probable.

She stripped the spandex-clad kid of his belt, roughly pushed him back down on the floor and coiled a rope around his waist. This rope became a heavy duty crotch rope and Kevin bucked the first time Spider Vixen threaded the ropes between his legs and pulled them snugly against his crotch. She wove the rope around his hips and waist and used it as an anchor point for Kevin's ankles. Firmly she pulled his bound ankles against his rear end and secured them there. A few more coils tightly bound Kevin's knees together. Yet another coil went around his feet. Kevin was scared. He wriggled inside the skin-tight trap that had been woven around him only to find that he couldn't move, and there were no knots within reach. The bondage which engulfed him held him still. Kevin didn't know what these people wanted or how long they would hold him. All he could do was lay in the dark and wait.

Spider Vixen was excited. She had finally captured this budding superhero. Twice he had stopped her from getting to this woman by showing up and prowling around. How did he know what she wanted? She would find out what he knew and why he was becoming a pain in her side. She had guessed right when she made her false dispatch call---being careful to stay off the real police frequencies: he listened to a scanner. And her web had been ready to capture him. She and her partner had waited in the basement until he headed upstairs. Although---had he chosen to go downstairs first---she was ready to play this out down there as well.

Perhaps she could force him to set his sights on her goals: diamonds. Spider Vixen knew that keeping him tied up tightly enough for long enough would eventually break him. And she knew just how to do it, too. The thought excited her. And she liked the soft shiny spandex he chose to wear. That was an unexpected bonus. She would make certain that spandex was all he would wear for her. She watched him wriggle in her bonds while she thought of this. The sight of a person---especially this one---trapped in rope which invaded even private parts of his body was almost hypnotic. Watching him struggle helplessly was her reward for a job well done.

A tap on her shoulder woke her up. She looked back at her partner who tapped her wrist, indicating that they should finish the job and leave. She looked down at the poor boy and reached over to the couch for the gag. He couldn't be allowed to make much noise for the trip home. Spider Vixen felt safe enough to remove the self-adhesive latex sheet from Kevin's head. It was dark enough that, even if there were no longer spots in front if his eyes, he wouldn't be able to see her. She didn't worry about removing his mask---she just found his mouth and cut a large slit into his ninja hood. Kevin felt the hood over his mouth cut open and, now that he could breathe normally, was about to beg for his release.

He got as far as ``Please" before the Vixen's thumb found the pocket between his lower lip and gum and pulled down sharply. Her nail bit into his gum as she forced his jaw down. The discomfort made Kevin open his mouth wide and a large rubber ball was forced behind his teeth. The straps went around his head and were buckled so quickly that he had no chance to expel the ball. Not only was there a strap to hold the ball in, but there were straps that went under his chin and over his head. Eventually, all the straps were buckled tightly enough that they pressed into his face a bit and ensured there was no way he would be speaking in the foreseeable future.

Spider Vixen leaned down and spoke quietly in his ear, "Please? Please tie me up and hold me captive? Why, of course I'll keep you tied up my spandex knave. That's what you get for getting in my way. It won't happen again," she said firmly. "Get comfortable in bondage, boy. It's going to be quite intimate with you for a long time."

Spider Vixen and her partner lifted Kevin onto a flat dolly they had brought for exactly this purpose. They exited the house, closed both doors, and wheeled Kevin to their SUV in the darkness before dawn. Opening the back of the SUV, Kevin was set right behind the back seat on some blankets with which they covered him. They closed the hatch, loaded the dolly into the back seat, and drove off with their prize. Kevin made futile attempts to escape from the ultra-secure bondage, but he had been tied up by an expert. The ropes ensnaring him made him a docile package of spandex-encased boy and the gag kept him quiet. Strange feelings went though Kevin's head as he slowly yielded to his skin-tight trap. The hum of the engine and the vibration of tires on road soothed him, and the compression of his bonds wrapped securely around every inch of his body---pressing even against his genitals---holding him in a tight web... this made him feel woozy. Drunk, even.

He slowly fondled the ropes in his reach. He was no longer searching for knots---there were none for him to find. It was more an exploration of a new friend. As if from a distance, bits and pieces of conversation floated past. "He has to stay tied up. I'm not making the same mistake your standard villain makes. He doesn't get a chance to try and pick the lock or break down the door. The cellar is not a maximum security prison."

"But how long can you keep him bound and gagged for?"

"As long as I want! The boy is owned now. My ropes are stronger than he is and he will learn this. He will do what my ropes make him do. Eventually, we will bend him to our will. If he has to be kept tied up for weeks or months---I don't care."

"But this is kidnapping! This is---"

"Don't make me tie you up, too! I will, you know."

Visions of The Spandex Kid struggling in her bondage played in her head. The power she felt coiling the ropes around an unwilling victim was intoxicating. But she always had to leave the scene quickly. She couldn't relax and watch her victim struggle uselessly within her ropes for more than a few minutes. But now... now she had power she could exert at will. She had a victim who she could pull out at any time and overpower. And she could watch him fight hopelessly against her.

Could this be the end?

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