Allure: Heckle and Tied

by Imperator

"Well, it's in all of the papers, Maria. Clive Backlund has been convicted of conspiracy, reckless endangerment, grand larceny, extortion, and sexual harassment," said Jackie Banyan in the university cafeteria.

"Sexual harassment?" said a perplexed Maria Estevez.

"Yeah, apparently his secretary decided to add that to the charges as well," said Jackie.

"It's a strange world we live in, Jackie," said Maria.

"I'll say, especially his weirdo ex-girlfriend who tipped the police about Backlund's activities." replied Jackie. "I tell you, Maria, if I was that Backlund guy I'd be pretty P.O.'ed at both her and Allure!"

In a nearby hotel room an angry Clyde Backlund, twin brother to Clive Backlund, read the news with great disfavor.

"Damn those bitches! A perfect operation destroyed by that Allure! Clive my brother, you'll probably rot in jail, but I'll get your revenge for you!" muttered Clyde Backlund as he left his room with a small black duffel bag full of goodies.

That afternoon was unseasonably warm, so many were outside enjoying the warm sun and sweetened air, among them was Maria Estevez, who decided to cut classes the rest of the day.

Maria was on her way back to her apartment when she heard an older man cry for help from an abandoned building. Wasting no time, she found a deserted alley and changed into her "work clothes." Allure walked out of the alley, and upon entering the building, she noticed an older man lying prone on a mattress.

"Sir? Are you all right? Where does it hurt?" said Allure as she kneeled down beside the man.

"Oh, I'm just fine, my dear...." smiled the man as he quickly dashed some powder into Allure's eyes. Unable to activate her seduction powers, Allure was quickly overpowered by the man as he tackled her onto the mattress.

"What are you doing? Who are you?" asked Allure as she tried to wrestle free.

The man remained silent as he tied Allure's hands behind her back. Despite her kicking, the man was quickly bound her ankles, then wrapped several ropes around Allure's arms and chest, firmly tying her up. As an added measure, he quickly wrapped some more ropes around her thighs to bind her legs. Just as her vision was beginning to clear, the man wrapped a blindfold tightly around her eyes.

"Now, sweet Allure," said the man, standing up, "I suppose you want to know what this is all about. My name is Clyde Backlund."

"Wait? Weren't you just convicted and put away? I captured you myself!" exclaimed a shocked Allure as she struggled against the ropes.

"No, that was my twin brother Clive. I'm Clyde Backlund. It seems you ruined a perfect operation my brother had going, Allure, and now he's in jail. I am here for revenge," gloated Backlund.

"What are you going to do to me?" sternly asked Allure.

"Why, I'm just going to eliminate you once and for all!" cackled Backlund as he revealed several sticks of dynamite with an alarm clock timer attached. Placing it a few feet away from the tied up Allure, he activated it.

"Hear that ticking, Allure?" asked Backlund. "I've got some TNT attached to a timer. In a few hours, you won't be putting anyone else's brother away!"

Allure began to protest, but was quickly gagged by Backlund.

"Good-bye, Allure. I'd like to stay and watch the explosion, but I've got to go take care of the whore that ratted out my brother," seethed Backlund as he left the room, locking the door behind him.

Roxanne Gilbert was outside sunbathing, trying to relax after the two-week-long trial. Wearing a black and purple spandex bikini, the sun glistened off her lithe body.

The doorbell rang.

"Now who could that be?" asked Roxy as she went back into the house to answer the door. Opening the door, she noticed a man with a pizza box.

"Yes?" asked Roxy.

"Hi, here's your delivery, miss," said the man.

"I didn't order a pizza," said Roxy.

"Are you sure? Well, this is my last delivery for the day, what do you say you keep it for free?" offered the man.

"Why not?" smiled Roxy as she let the man in, unknowing that it was Backlund in disguise. "Here, let me at least give you a tip for your trouble," she said, turning her back to Backlund as she went for her purse.

Suddenly, a damp cloth was clamped over her mouth and the blonde quickly succumbed to the chloroform's odor.

"My brother was never into smart women," muttered Backlund, as he went to work, first tying Roxy's hands and then wrapping some more ropes around her chest, waist, knees, and ankles. Afterwards he bound Roxy's feet to her thighs.

Backlund lifted Roxy into a kneeling position and then cracked open some smelling salts and held them under her nose.

Roxy startled awake, quickly discovering she was helpless. She looked up at Backlund frantically, and asked, "Wh-what's going on here?"

Backlund pulled away the fake eyebrows and mustache, and Roxy's eyes widened in horror.

"Clive!"

"I'm afraid not, dear Roxy," replied Backlund. "Because of your big mouth, Clive is probably pacing in a cell right now. I'm his twin brother, Clyde, and I'm going to make sure that mouth of yours doesn't get anyone else in trouble."

Roxy went to scream, but Backlund quickly gagged her.

"Now, whatever shall we do with you?" asked Backlund.

Meanwhile, Allure was still trying to break free. She had managed to rub the blindfold off on the carpet, but despite her incessant struggling, the ropes and gag remained intact.

"These ropes are just too tight! I can't move," thought Allure.

Desperately Allure struggled to get loose as she saw the bomb slowly tick away. Looking around for anything that could save her, she spotted a lamp on a table across the room.

Squirming her way over to the table, she kicked the table over, sending the lamp down to the floor. Smashing with her boots, she managed to break the light bulb inside, and began using one of the glass fragments on her bindings. Several minutes later, she was free and quickly defused the bomb.

Taking a minute to compose herself, she suddenly remembered Backlund's parting words. Not wasting any time, she dashed out the door, heading for Roxanne Gilbert's home.

Meanwhile, Backlund was still working on his revenge scheme. The hardest part was making it look like an accident, so Backlund had sealed up the kitchen and had extinguished the stove's pilot lights allowing the small room to fill with natural gas. Now he was working on a small bomb to ignite the gas after he left, making it look like Roxy had struck a flame not knowing she had a gas leak.

He had almost finished the bomb when he heard footsteps on the patio. He quickly glanced towards the door and saw Allure sneaking into the house.

"Damn! I knew I should have remembered to close that patio door! No matter, I will finish Allure this time," said Backlund as he hid behind a doorway.

Allure cautiously entered Roxy's bedroom, then saw Roxy bound on the living room floor. Walking toward her, Allure was suddenly ambushed from behind and knocked out cold by Backlund wielding a large dictionary.

"Now to finish this," said Backlund as he carried Allure into the living room. Sitting Allure's unconscious form on a chair, he quickly began tying her to it. Wanting no chance of escape, Backlund made several passes with the rope around Allure's wrists and elbows then did the same with her legs and feet. Securing a blindfold over her eyes, he finished up with a red ballgag. Backlund then dragged Allure and Roxy into the kitchen.

Roxy watched wide-eyed as he affixed a blasting cap to the ceiling, then tied a drinking glass to the pull switch. He then affixed a small hose to the sink, and turned the water on so the hose dripped. Backlund finished by tying the hose nozzle to the ceiling so that the water dripped into the cup. Just as he was finishing up, Allure began to stir.

Allure came out of her stupor and tried to move but couldn't! Unable to see, speak, or move, she thrashed wildly in the chair.

"Struggle all you like, my dear, those ropes only have to hold you for a little while," sneered Backlund. "Smell that? Before too long, the gas will be ignited and all that will remain of you two will be charcoal briquettes! Now you two say good-bye to each other while I clean up any evidence in the other rooms."

As soon as Allure heard the kitchen door close, she started rocking her chair as hard as she could. Finally, she managed to throw the chair off balance and crashed onto the floor, bruising her shoulder in the process. Roxy recognized this as a cue and began wriggling her way closer to Allure. Eventually, she got close enough where she pulled off Allure's blindfold.

The kitchen door burst open, and Backlund charged in yelling, "What the hell was that?" He looked down at Allure and realized too late that the blindfold was gone. One quick flash later and Backlund was Allure's unwitting slave.

It had taken Allure almost an hour to be able to muffle through the ballgag that Backlund should untie them, and her mouth was quite sore from that ordeal. Fortunately, Backlund had misjudged the size of the glass, and even though it had filled up, it wasn't heavy enough to activate the blasting cap, otherwise the three of them would have been toast halfway into it.

As the police cruiser pulled away, Roxy walked up to Allure. "That was close, wasn't it?" she asked.

"Too close," said Allure. "Let's just hope the Backlund brothers aren't triplets!"

The End