(Note: The idea was to write a deathtrap scene. And since this particular gentleman has been in his fair share I was inspired to write a short story using him in another one.)
When James regained consciousness he discovered he was not in the motel room with Carolyn. Instead he found himself in a small, wood paneled room. What immediately caught his attention were three things: he was standing naked, his wrists were tied behind his back, and there was a noose around his neck.
There was no point trying to reason out how he’d gotten here. He had no idea how it had been accomplished. The goal now was to free himself before he found himself dancing a jig.
He tried to look up at the ceiling but he couldn’t see up where the rope was coming down from. It was tight enough around his neck to limit his range of motion. So he focused on the heavy canvas sheet hung before him as his fingers fumbled with the knots.
What was the purpose of the canvas; what was behind it? He didn’t know that either. None of this made any sense, other than for him to suspect someone from his past – an enemy organization, perhaps – had decided to exact their revenge.
And what about the woman he’d met earlier that day named Carolyn Ryder? What had happened to her? They’d gone out for dinner and drinks and had ended up in her room and…
Wait a minute. Now it was becoming a little clearer to him. He was in the middle of kissing her in bed when something had pricked his neck. So now he was here… but where was she? Was she behind that canvas hanging before him? What if she was dead the way so many of his past conquests had ended up?
A door suddenly opened to his right. His worries about Carolyn were answered the moment she stepped into the room wearing that dazzling black gown with the slit cut all the way up to her thigh, the one he’d seen her wearing earlier. She smiled pleasantly at him, indicating she was a sinister part of all this and not some helpless victim.
He felt a stirring down below from her beauty, only to wince in surprise. He tried to look down, only to notice a string coming away from his manhood. It went all the way over to a lever on the nearest wall, a lever to some sort of control box.
“My mother was right about you, you know.”
“Your mother? Who is the bitch? I’d like to meet her and give her a good spanking for raising such an evil child.”
“You’ve already met her, James. But the way she tells it the only spanking involved were playful swats on the ass.”
“Just who might your mother be?” he asked. Then a faded memory from his past came tumbling out of the file cabinet in his mind. He blinked his eyes in shock at the resemblance.
“Honey? Is your mother’s name Honey? You have her last name; I should have figured it out earlier.”
“James, I’m surprised you were able to dredge that up after so many years.”
“I finally noticed the family resemblance, Carolyn. It’s been a long time; I guess I’m getting old.”
“I guess you are.”
“Does that satisfy your morbid curiosity?”
“Not exactly. You see mom went looking for you after you up and disappeared. She tried to hunt you down for years until she finally gave up. She said you meant to contact her but you never called.”
“Occupational hazard, Carolyn; it comes with the job.”
“I’ve learned that it does… daddy.”
He blinked in surprise at the second shock. Then he looked more closely. It was there in her face and cheekbones, especially the same color of eyes. How could he have been so blind?? Actually it was rather obvious once he thought about it, and he had to shake his head at the embarrassment of what he’d nearly done in bed with her.
“Figure it out now, daddy? You have no idea how tempted I was to keep on going once we were in bed together. In the end I just couldn’t do that to mother, even though I lost her to cancer three years ago. You never came looking for her and you never sent any flowers. But I’ve learned a lot about you since then… about how your cock gets you into trouble, daddy?”
“Let me down from here, Carolyn, and we’ll start to get reacquainted all over again, this time father to daughter.”
“I have a better idea, James. Let’s play a little game. Let’s see if your cock gets you into trouble again.”
“You certainly were rather familiar with it considering you’re my daughter and all,” he remarked dryly. “Did you enjoy touching it?”
“Long enough to attach the string to it and hook it to that lever over there on that wall. That operates the controls to the noose around your neck…daddy!” She spat the name with venom.
“Some children never grow up.”
“Neither do some fathers, daddy. But I’ll make it easy on you. I tied that knot pretty tight around your wrists. But if I know you, the great James Bond will get out of it sooner or later. However you’ll have to make it sooner if you want to live… that is, unless you can keep your cock nice and soft.”
“Around you that shouldn’t be too hard.” Then he heard a groggy female voice from behind the canvas…
“James; is that you? James, get me out of here!”
He looked at the canvas and then looked to Carolyn in alarm mixed with anger. “Why’d you have to bring her into this?”
“Because from what I’ve learned she’s the one woman on your list you haven’t fucked yet. …or maybe you already have.”
“James, what’s going on? What the hell am I doing in here? Get me out of here!”
“Be with you in a moment, Moneypenny.” Then he glared at Carolyn. “Honey, I suggest you free us right this instant.”
“No can do, daddy… not until she’s had her bath.” Then she pulled on a rope dangling near the canvas. It came down revealing a naked Moneypenny in a Houdini tank with her ankles shackled to a large cannonball.
She stared through the glass in shock at the agent she’d known for years, finally getting to see him fully naked for the first time. “James?? Bloody hell!” Carolyn couldn’t help smiling.
“If you can keep from getting excited watching a naked woman take a shower in time to free yourself then I suppose I’ll have to keep looking back over my shoulder, won’t I.” Then she turned to smile at the shocked woman in the tank.
“If he gets hard, honey, at least you’ll drown knowing he wanted to fuck you before he hangs.” And with that she turned and walked to the door she’d come in earlier.
She hit a switch on the wall before stepping outside and closing the door. A moment later cold water began cascading down into the glass tank. Moneypenny let out a scream from the chill as James felt his manhood start to stir.
© 2016 (written Jun 11 ’16 by riwa)