As a child I used to love watching all manner of cartoons (as a matter of fact I still do) but one that particularly sticks out in my memory is "The Perils Of Penelope Pitstop". Not for it's great scripts or animation but for the weekly concept of a beautiful, seemingly helpless blonde heroine being hunted and tormented by her Guardian's secret identity, The Hooded Claw and his men. That masked villain tried time and again to do away with the beautiful Penelope without any success but the mere thought was enough to set my young mind racing. Just once I wanted him to win, to succeed and have his wicked way with the helpless innocent heroine, just once I wanted the bimbo to lose! But not to see her perish though, nothing quite so extreme, no my impressionable burgeoning mind wanted something much more sexual and carnal for the character, that she would receive the damn good fucking she so clearly needed.
In fact, in retrospect, my love of all things non-consent and reluctant (in terms of erotic stories, magazines, films and fantasies) would have blossomed while watching the cartoons and wishing for the bad guys to lose. All of which I hope explains why I've written this story now and in the manner I have. Please remember to vote and leave your comments at the end and keep in mind it is purely based on the fictional cartoon characters.
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Penelope Pitstop, Heiress to a vast fortune, is in perpetual peril from her fortune seeking guardian, Sylvester Sneekly, who unknown to her is really that villain of villains, The Hooded Claw.
Penelope sat in Sylvester's office and flicked her luscious blonde hair and filed her fingernails, to all intents and purposes she looked like she wasn't listening to his nasally whine but she was. Sylvester for his part wanted to jump across the desk and strangle the blonde bimbo who was keeping him from his rightful fortune, all she had to do was die and he would inherit it. Still he couldn't be seen to perpetrate it, hence his act now, all sweetness and light as he told young Penelope of a maiden Aunt Bessie who had died across state and had left Penelope a valuable clock in her will.
"Why I do declare, I do not recall any such relative! However, if the sweet little old thing wants me to have that heirloom then I must get right over there!"
And with a shine of her white goggles and another flick of her hair Penelope rose up, accepted the directions from Sneekly and flounced out the door of his office, allowing the glasses wearing Guardian to sniff her sweet aroma and affording him the perfect view of her bubble shaped ass disappear from his office in her figure hugging leggings. He waited a full minute until he heard her cartoon car start up and rev out of his car park before dialling to the house he had just sent Penelope to.
"Bully Boys? She's on her way, make sure you get her and no mistakes this time!"
The Hooded Claws goons nodded to each other and chuckled while back in the office Sylvester Sneekly (via a quick costume change) had been replaced by the magnificently cackling, evil Hooded Claw.
"Hahahahahahahahahah!"
And with that he speeds from the office to pull the string of the cords of his latest carefully constructed plan to rid the world of sweet Penelope Pitstop once and for all.
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The drive passed in a flash, Penelope spending most of the journey powdering her cheeks and carefully applying more and more lipstick as she drove. She paid little heed to the bright yellow sun nor the two-dimensional cacti and rocks at the road side, nor still the fact that the road was getting more and more remote and indeed, for the last half hour she had not passed a single car of house. Aunt Bessie must have lived like a hermit, mused Penelope when she finally looked up to see the rickety shack in the distance that Mr. Sneekly had sent her to.
Behind the old house's net curtains the Bully Brothers watched intently as the sexy blonde got out of her car, they could hardly contain their excitement as she turned her back to them and bent over to collect her handbag from her convertible. The sight of her amazing ass was too much. The pink material of her trousers was stretched to the limit and both hoodlums were having similar, carnal thoughts at that moment. She turn and straightened and wiggled her way towards the front door.
While Bully #1 prepared his disguise by adjusting his butlers outfit Bully #2 made sure her had his ropes and cords at the ready.
Penelope barely registered the rundown old shack of a house, to her such matters were superfluous she walked to the door (being careful to keep her pristine white boots clean) and knocked on the heavy door. It opened altogether too quickly, like the butler had been waiting for her and he looked somewhat familiar but Penelope was too trusting to question that.
"I do declare, what a quaint old place! My name is Miss Penelope Pitstop and I am here by way of Mr. Sylvester Sneekly to collect a heirloom left to me by my late Aunt Bessie."
"Um, yeah, step this way Miss Pissmop, ah I mean, Pitstop."
She followed him through the dusty corridor and into a living room that had been stripped of all furniture, just an old clock ticking on the far mantelpiece. She stepped towards it but before she got far a rope was wrapped her waist and arms and pulled tight. She squealed in surprise.
"Help! Help! Hel.."
Her last plea cut off by a gag placed between her red lips and pulled tight. With her silence ensured, her arms neutralised all it left Bully Boy #2 to do was wrap the remains of the rope around her slender ankles and render her helpless.
