Kendra James is having a lazy day in bed reading her “Peril Girl Comix” magazine. Her mind starts to wander and she decides that she should get into a bit more. She puts on a very sexy outfit consisting of a black bodstocking, with an open-breast PVC playsuit over the top, with long, opera length patent gloves and 6” stiletto heeled black patent leather ankle boots. Now properly attired, she gets back into her story. She starts to get turned and and begins touching herself. She puts down the magazine and starts to fantasize. Suddenly, she finds herself sitting in a darkened wharf building, with her elbows chained around a wooden post. She has red leather cuffs at her elbows, wrists and ankles and a strap around her knees. A chain is tightly pulled between her legs. In front of her, just out of reach of her stocking feet, is a ticking clock attached to sticks of dynamite. The clock reads ten to midnight. She has just ten minutes to find a way out. She struggles and squirms as the seconds slowly tick away, trying desperately to either free herself, or reach to bomb. The cuffs and chains are cunningly secure and the bomb, though merely and inch outside her stretched body, is unreachable. What is she to do. As the minutes tick down she becomes more and more panicked, until finally with just a seconds to spare, it is revealed that it is all fantasy and Kendra orgasms. A very sexy damsel in distress set with ten minutes of serious peril.